Val, the woman in my life isn't just mine.

My name is Jony. Of course I'm a simple guy. I don't have much to say about myself. I'm 5'6", weigh less than 60 kilos and I'm not a handsome guy. If you ask me what I excel in, I can only say that I'm very hardworking and honest. I'm married to Valeria, who I call Val in everyday life. Val is not one of those women that the guys describe as being perfect, beautiful, wonderful... Have you ever seen how no one who publishes their stories is married to a normal woman? I am. She and I are the same age: 42 years old. We have been married for twenty years and we have an 18-year-old son who, because of studies, spends all week at his grandmother's house (my mother-in-law); he practically does not live with us. Of course I think my wife is beautiful. Of course I think she's hot. And maturity seems to have done her good, who was thin when she was younger. With a few extra pounds, she has a very attractive body. I've even noticed some men looking at her with a certain interest, during our walks and trips to the beach. For me, in fact, she's the sexiest in the world, because I've never experienced another one. Not that I married a virgin, but my wife was the only one I ever fucked in my whole life. She was my first and only girlfriend. She was no longer a virgin when we met; she had already fucked two other boyfriends. But that never bothered me; I was even very excited when she told me, in bed, in our Saturday night trances, about the tremendous hard-on she felt for one of her ex-boyfriends. He was an athlete (although he played in a 3rd division team), strong and very cocky. The guy was a bastard and a whore, but according to my wife he knew how to make a woman feel horny like no one else. There were not a few times when my wife warned me: "Never ask me which man made me feel more horny; you may not like the answer, because it was not you". Apart from these two, I thought my wife had slept with someone else, but she always denied it. It was a suspicion that she had been in love with someone else, but she always denied it. But something in her eyes when I asked her... I can't say exactly what, but I knew that her negatives were lies. I have a great friend who is my protector; Mauro. We consider each other brothers and we have intimacy as if we were, indeed, children of the same parents. I did not even know my father, who died shortly after my birth, but Mauro's father calls me a son and I feel in their house as if I were a son, indeed. The same thing happens with Mauro, in my mother's house. Mauro is a guy who is taller than me, much stronger than me, has a much more striking appearance than mine... we are friends since childhood. We were neighbors in the North Zone of São Paulo, where we still live, and we played together since I was four and Mauro was six. We studied together and Mauro protected me in school. The boys were crazy to make a fool of me, beat me, tease me... but they respected me too much because they knew that Mauro protected me. If he knew that they had messed with me, they would have to deal with him. And nobody played with Mauro. I had a huge boy named Claudinei. Much bigger than Mauro, one day he pushed me and I fell on my ass in the school yard. Mauro saw it from afar and kept coming. Everyone was looking thinking that that day Mauro would catch. When I was about two meters away he asked me if I was okay; I said yes. Our conversation seemed to have distracted a little Claudinei who was looking at me with a face of mockery. Suddenly, when no one was expecting, Mauro kicked Claudinei's bag... To this day I hear the noise in my ears. A deaf and loud bang that, although it was not very loud, everyone heard in that courtyard. Claudine was bending her knees and falling little by little. His face was so red, it was as if he had turned on a light inside. He tried to moan, but couldn't; it was as if he couldn't even breathe. When he was lying on the ground, making an enormous effort to stay alive, Mauro gave a second kick, with the same force, into the big man's mouth. He rolled in the fire, holding the bag with one hand and his nose and mouth, which were bleeding heavily, with the other. He tried to groan, but could not. The bedel came and grabbed Mauro by the arm, shouting: "Who started this fight?" Without looking the least bit worried, Mauro answered with the greatest calm in the world: "It was him. He hurt me first". I'm not seeing anything hurt on you, but he's all busted up. He hurt my foot twice, once with the bag, once with his mouth. He was the one who taught me the most difficult subjects, which I didn't understand at all. Besides being strong and attractive (most of the girls in school wanted to have something with him), he was intelligent and confident. He went to engineering school, but I dropped out of high school. We worked together in a big company, where Mauro is the director. He arranged this job for me. I work as a production supervisor in the night shift, from 11 pm to 7 am the next morning. My wife works in the same company, but from 8 am to 8 am, as an assistant to Mauro, who is the boss of my boss. In 2008, due to my mother-in-law's health issues, my wife can't participate in the company's fraternity, so I was reluctant to go, leaving her in the hospital with her mother while I enjoyed myself at a party, but she insisted. At the end of the party Mauro decided to invite me to continue drinking, in a restaurant he knew. Since the restaurant was closed, we stopped at a 24-hour supermarket near where he lives, and we went to drink at his house. As soon as we arrived, he took the initiative to call Val and inform that I would sleep there that night, since we were both half drunk. We'd been drinking since the afternoon, and we were pretty high when it came to sex. He knows that Val was the only woman in my life, and being a bachelor and a hard eater, he always jokes with me about it. But that day the conversation seemed more serious, although our voices were a bit "pasty" because of the drinking. When we were talking he asked me if the fact that I was a virgin when I met Val, and she'd had previous experiences, had never caused any harm to be between us. I was puzzled by the question because he had never said anything about Val not being a virgin when we met. When I asked him how he knew that, he simply replied: Val had dated a bunch of pretty experienced assholes before she met you, and then she always said that it made her feel attracted to you, that it was her innocent, pure way around the sons of bitches she'd been involved with before. She'd already given it to two boyfriends before she met me. Seemingly satisfied with the confirmation, he continued: So tell me, has that ever bothered you? - To be honest with you, no. You're a special guy, my brother, any other guy would die of jealousy. Proud of Mauro's admiration, I wanted to open up to him more about this subject: To be honest, I even get a hard-on when she talks about the sex she had with the two guys before we started dating. It excites me to imagine her with them. - Just talking about it, my penis gave life signs and I had to put it away, inside my underwear, because it was starting to bother me. Mauro saw my hard-on and smiled at it. He smiled, but it didn't bother me, I felt totally at ease with him. I love Val, my wife is perfect, it doesn't bother me that she's been climbing with other men, it doesn't bother me one bit, in fact... You're not gonna stop talking now, are you? I'm sure there's someone else in this story. - He seemed puzzled. I have no reason to doubt her, but I know there was someone else in my wife's life, and she doesn't tell me anything and she denies it every time I ask, but I know there was. - Do you think she has a lover? Knowing my brother by affinity as I knew him, I was afraid he would try to defend me once again when I didn't need to be defended. No, I don't think so, I'm sure she doesn't have a lover, but I think that before we were married, before we were even dating, there was someone else in my wife's life. We were silent for a few minutes. And when you think about this other guy that Val supposedly had, what do you feel? I started laughing, before I answered: - The boner! We laughed together. - What is that, Jony? Are you a gentle horn? - He asked me, still laughing. I don't know what I am, Mauro, all I know is that I get a hard-on when I imagine my wife fucking other men. - And she knows you feel that way? Every once in a while, in our trances, she talks about the things she's done with her ex-boyfriends, and she has fun when I have fun too soon because of it. - Do you enjoy too early and leave the poor girl in the hand? - He asked laughing. Yeah, but she gives me a break, and then she comes back and teases me again, because she says that our best climbs are when I've already had a good time, and then the second time I'm up for a good time, and she's having a lot of fun. Mauro laughed and became a little thoughtful. I don't think Val would have a problem getting another man. I've seen you on every plane, and I've never seen you with a woman who wasn't at least wonderful, one more beautiful than the other. - But I think I'm getting old, Jony. Sometimes I look at you and Val and I get jealous. When I imagine myself married to someone, I always imagine a woman just like her. I wouldn't marry any of the women I sleep with; with someone like Val, on the other hand, I'd tie myself up without fear of making a wrong decision. But she's not so easy to deal with either, Mauro. You forget that she works with me all day long, and when she has a problem with something, she's a stubborn woman. We were laughing. - Do you suspect anyone? I asked without knowing what Mauro was talking about. - This guy you think she climbed with and won't take it. I have no idea who he is, in fact, I don't even know if he exists. - And that gives you a hard-on? I laughed in his face when he asked me that. - Give it to me! We had a good laugh together, you drunken bastards. - So imagine, now, Val moaning at this lover's cock, she's naked and the guy passes his hand all over her body. Imagining her like that made me excited right away. I had to put my pin in my underwear again. Mauro seemed excited, too, because he kept putting his pin on top of his pants. Remember when we used to jerk off together, we were what, 14 or 15? I laughed when I remembered that. I remember once, when I was 19 and you were 21, we had this really crazy hand job. We had a good laugh. - I was not satisfied with you still punching! You had every wonderful cat going out with you. One better than the other. And they were chasing you all the time. Even so, you still punched a lot. - We laughed at my observation. You were too saintly for my taste, Jony, and I'll never forget that I threw you the biggest bachelor party ever, and I got a little Japanese girl to climb on you, and you refused to even lean on the girl. I just didn't want to betray Val, and I still don't. - You get horny imagining her with someone else, but you don't want another woman, either? Val is the woman of my life, the only woman I want. I was excited about that conversation, and I realized that Mauro also had a huge volume inside his pants. - What were we thinking when we hit that pussy, already 21 years old, remember? I laughed again: - I was thinking about Val! You don't even think about another woman! We were laughing. - I'm gonna come to the conclusion that Val is the hottest woman in the world! - To me, she is. What kind of stories does she tell, about climbing stairs with old boyfriends? She says she'd climb down the street with the guy, any corner. I don't think I'd have imagined her doing these things. - Oh, this one I can't tell. I noticed that he was moving his penis, which seemed to be huge inside his pants, and that excited me, too, and knocked down my fears, so I decided to keep going. - She said that once, that guy who played soccer came to take her home. The guy didn't have a car and they went out with other couples, so as not to go on foot. That day they were with another couple, but the owner of the car had already left the girl at her house. The guy stopped the car a little ahead and said that he would wait for my wife's boyfriend, while they said goodbye. She was dressed. She always went out with him in a dress or a skirt, to make it easier. When they arrived at her house, they stopped on that balcony, and began to take off some clothes. The guy immediately started ripping off her panties. "I'd never have imagined you doing something like this, Jony. Who would have thought, right? I'm dying to imagine you doing these things. And you're a little crazy, too, aren't you? Look at your swollen penis, right there in your pants. My little brother's nothing but a soft horn, isn't he? " As he said that, he opened his pants and pulled his penis out. He ended up taking off all his clothes and showing his huge penis (compared to mine). He sat down again on the couch next to me and started punching. He looked at me and asked, "Do you mind if I punch in tribute to your wife?" I was glazed in that painting that was much bigger than I remembered, and as I said nothing, he asked again, - Can I have one with Val in mind? I nodded and he said: - Take off your clothes, too, Jony. As I didn't move, he put his hand on my belt and opened it, while encouraging me: Get the fuck out of here and let's go fuck my hot little sister-in-law. I responded with a voice that was somewhat muffled by the hard-on, which had even evaporated the alcohol in my blood, and I was at the same time insecure and very excited about the situation, and I started to undress without being very sure that I was doing the right thing. - Keep counting, man! - They started removing a mesh on the balcony of her house, which was a bit hidden by the plants in the garden, remember? I remember. - The guy lifted her skirt up to her waist and fell flat on her lap. She was surprised that the guy lifted his skirt like that. He never did that. She was worried if someone wasn't watching and looked down the street to see if there was anyone watching. As she turned her neck, she realized that her boyfriend's friend quickly lowered himself to hide behind the mouse. She soon understood what was happening: her boyfriend had arranged it with his friend; he was showing her to him. Mauro's talking about punching himself pretty good. - She said she was a little scared by it, but at the same time very horny. The guy was looking at her ass, all exposed by the skirt that the boyfriend was still holding, there on the waist. She tried to lower the dress, but the boyfriend wouldn't let her. She looked again at the street, at the exact moment when the boyfriend's friend was raising his head. I caught it in flagrante, he didn't bother to hide again. He came out from behind the mouse and showed that he was with the stick out, beating a fist. That made her crazy with desire. She stopped struggling to lower the dress. - What a whore your wife is, isn't she, brother? Despite the interruption, I was still very horny, and I was telling the story and watching Mauro jerk off, imagining my wife that night, some 20 years ago. Seeing that Val had stopped struggling to get her dress down, her boyfriend noticed that his friend was no longer hiding and that she'd taken it all out, and seeing that she'd gotten even more excited about it, he lost his shyness altogether, lifted up, pulled his pants down to his knees, turned his back on my wife, made her put her hands on the balcony wall, His dick was huge, while he seemed to be holding back the fun. - The boyfriend's friend went up to the balcony and stood next to my wife. Her boyfriend opened the upper part of the dress and put her breasts out. He began to caress one of them, leaving the other for his friend, who went to pick it up. Val did not stop; she thought it was already too much. The guy who was content to punch her, but without leaning on her. Suddenly, her boyfriend began to mock inside the pocket. Upon realizing this, his friend also began to spit and approached, to throw his little piggy on my wife's legs. That made her laugh too. - What a bitch this Val is, Jony. - The fun had been so intense, that Val felt her knees fail. She sat on the floor of the raft, and was immediately imitated by both guys. The boyfriend's friend tried to put his hand between my wife's legs, to move in her pocket but, once again, she rejected him. She thought that things had gone too far, and began to look for the sock to wear. She found it at a certain distance and reached out to grab it. At this moment her butt was exposed, very close to the face of the boyfriend's friend. He passed his hand on her butt, leaving his little finger to cuddle the cuz. She gave a little push in his hand, but without much conviction. The sock was worn showing the pocket well to the boyfriend's boyfriend, who took advantage of his hand to pass by. She also kept her hand on her shoulder, and she began to lick the boyfriend, saying that it was the smell of dark molasses, and she also kept licking it. I made a gesture to show that I didn't know and kept counting. - The smell of sex was intoxicating and the three of them were getting horny again. She saw her boyfriend's penis hardening again and decided to end it. She got up quickly and said that enough was enough; that it was already too much. She ran in without saying goodbye to anyone. The smell of porridge on her body made her spend the rest of the night masturbating and imagining other situations with her boyfriend and his friend. Imagine what, a double penetration, for example? I've asked her, too, but she refuses to answer. I stopped talking for a while. I began to imagine Mauro eating my wife and I couldn 't resist the temptation to ask: - You want to fuck my wife? - Are you mad, Jony? - You're thinking about it now, aren't you? But imagining is one thing, climbing is another. - I'm looking at your penis and imagining it going in and out of her vagina. It was just too much for both of us, and we started having crazy fun. Maybe on purpose, Mauro turned his dick a little towards me and a few drops of fucking landed on my chest; at the level of the left nipple. The smell of fucking that permeated the environment made me think of Val, that night, on the balcony of my mother-in-law's house. Every time I walked past that balcony, I'd remember that story, and I'd die of a hard-on, and I'd often imagined the smell of sex that I'd left there that day, and I'd discussed it with my wife, and she'd said that I was very weird, because I had a hard-on for something that had happened to her, involving other men. That fucking smell started to make me horny again, so I couldn't resist and insisted with Mauro: - Do you or do you not want to fuck my wife? - You're crazy! - He answered looking into my eyes, to try to find out if I was serious or not. You either want to fuck my wife or you don't. Now that you've told me all this, every time I look at Val at work, I'm gonna be imagining her in that situation, and it's gonna be hard not to have a certain crush on her right now, but eating my best friend's wife, the guy that I grew up with, and I see as a brother? - That's what makes you the perfect guy. You would be the ideal lover for her! A guy whom I trust and whom I like very much. And I think she would also like to climb with you. Any woman would love it; and Val is no different. - He kept looking at me in a strange way. It seemed that he wanted to get into my brain, to try to understand me. After a few seconds in silence, I insisted: "Fuck, Mauro! Can you answer right away? Do you want to fuck my wife or not? He got up and walked slowly to another room in the huge apartment where he lived. I looked at my friend walking naked, with his back to me. I remember thinking his ass was pretty. She was about to leave the room when she stopped at the door and stared at me for a few seconds, looked down and said in a low voice: - I already ate.