Carla's a bigger whore than I thought.
My name is Carlos (fictitious); I'm a lawyer; 36 years old, 1.70 meters tall, good looks but no athletic physique. Here are 5 stories of my relationship with Carla since discovering her infidelity. After five years of wonderful togetherness we separated because of his betrayals. She has 26 today, appearance of teenage girl, type nymphet, short, brunette (or almost mulatto), curly hair, just nice in the face, but with perfect body, small and hard breasts and a big, rigid and very steep ass.
After the separation, she started dating the instructor of the gymnastics academy, a strong and quite tall dark-haired man named Renato with whom she already had an affair while we were together. From then on we began to meet, became friends, lovers and confidants. She has told me about the menage that she made with her boyfriend and a friend together, as well as the horns that she put in him because he does not agree to make menages with men. She is much more fucked up than before, always wearing tiny clothes, even sexier than before. He also e-mailed me some pictures that he took having sex with him and others. It's been driving me crazy with a boner I jerk off almost daily thinking about the things she has told me but despite this boner, I don't think of resuming our married life or even dating because it would not be such treachery; especially now that she is much more slutty, a real nymphomaniac
One night Carla called me, asking to go out. I asked about Renato and she told me that he had traveled to another state with his judo team for a tournament. I agreed. She already knew where she wanted to go: it was somewhere in the western part of Rio, where there is pagode rolling, Forró, Axé and funk. Before I did not go because I do not like those environments, but now it seemed fun, even because I wasn't doing anything. She was gorgeous, with a thicker butt and fatter thighs (the result of the workout), her little black dress just right on her stomach and breasts and loose at the hips. Her legs were exposed - simply irresistible!
When we arrived, I realized that all the men wanted her; even those accompanying me were unable to disguise themselves. It seemed as if I wasn't even by their side, no one respected me. We walked through the crowd looking for a place to stay. There was no dance floor but only a large court where almost everyone danced. Carla pulled me into this turmoil and listened to the boys around us singing. At some point we stopped playing funk music and she started dancing. I stood there, just looking around to see if anyone could interest my ex-wife but no; nobody who fit her preferred biotype (beautiful, tall and strong). It didn't take long before she asked me for two bottles of ice cream. I said that I did not know where it was, but she pointed me in the right direction so I went. I knew the risk of leaving her alone out there amongst a crowd, but still I left. Maybe because I hadn't cared as much anymore. After all, the horn wasn't mine any more.
When I came back, I caught her listening to a black boy of about 23 years old talking in her ear. In time she was nodding and he walked away from me; I handed him the bottle without asking anything. Then another young man appeared - same age but taller (+- 1.85 meters), who started dancing next to her. The two looked at each other but said nothing. Within minutes they were already dancing with one another. Carla stared at me as if requesting permission, I just nodded yes because otherwise it would not be obeyed. Then began a mockery here, hand there, all to the beat of funk as dictated by that style's typical choreography.
After three or four songs, he walked away. She came up to me and said that she had gone for more bottles of ice cream for the two of us. I felt immediately discarded because this guy was already paying my date's drinks. I complained but she didn't give much importance. She justified it by saying that I don't like dancing and the boy is keeping her company; not dismissing me, just having a little fun. I stepped aside to get another drink for myself. Also thought about getting some extra money on the ballad, just to make amends, but I was a fish out of water in that place. I sang for two girls, real bitches. But they turned me down.
I went back to the same place where we were before, and there was Carla with her "dancer" in a passionate kiss. He squeezed his ass tightly against hers as they moved into rhythm of music. They didn't even notice my presence; he pulled her by the arm, and they walked through the crowd. I hesitated for a moment but decided to follow them. And so they started walking out onto the courtyard, which is a large grassy area on the site with some trees and parked cars. They got behind an automobile that had been partially hidden underneath the shade of a tree from headlights barely reaching it. Even in the twilight it was possible to see her taking off her panties, remaining only with the dress. I could also notice that he had put on his condom. What came next was obvious: she lifted one of her legs and he penetrated her standing upright despite their difference in height between them. I stood at a safe distance but could hear her restrained moans. The fuck didn't take long, she did not even seem to be joking, the guy made fun very quickly and then they went back into the hall.
I waited for about 10 minutes and went to meet her. I found Carla dancing alone in the same place as before. When she saw me, she complained of my disappearance. She called me to walk around the courtyard on the grounds that there were men bothering her too much. I pretended not to know anything and agreed. She pulled my hand until we stopped near some four couples who seemed all together. One guy was a handsome black man with shaved head, strong and must have been almost two meters tall, just like Carla likes it, but he had an escort. The two exchanged provocative looks while they danced. He disguised himself so that his girlfriend would not notice, looking over her shoulder; but he didn't even care about my presence. It was as if I wasn't there.
We stood there for an hour. They kept looking at each other, and Carla was becoming more indiscreet; I noticed her winking or smiling, even faking a sentence just so he could read her lips. I didn't understand what the message was because she had been trying to hide it from me, but that attempt worked: She told me she would go to the bathroom, then disappeared. He vanished shortly afterwards. Although not my wife anymore, nor even my girlfriend, this situation made me very angry. It felt like a challenge doing all of these things behind my back. I went after her to the bathroom, stood ready but didn't see her come out of there. So I set my mind on looking for her in the same place where she had gone with that other boy. There she was alone leaning against one car and we started an argument. I called her a slut, bitch, whore etc. She argued that we did not have any commitments at all and that the horn belongs to her boyfriend rather than me.
Cat, is this guy bothering you?
I felt a chill in my stomach, thought it was going to catch. Carla tried to calm the situation down. She said that we were just friends and that I was jealous. He gently pushed me back and put himself between her and myself. Said he couldn't waste any time because his girlfriend was suspicious. Gave him an impassioned kiss, lifting her up into his arms and placing her seated on the hood of the car. With his hand over her little mouth, which already sat with legs wide open (the dress raised to her belly), she remarked:
What a bitch, she's all wet and no panties.
Carla just grinned maliciously. I was standing there watching the whole thing, when I realized it, decided to leave. The denier looked at me and with an authoritative voice ordered:
You can stay there, my brother pay attention and see what this dog likes.
He put his stick out (and what a stick), pointed and penetrated slowly, with difficulty. Carla held back her anger arguing that it was too big to go affectionately. Her voice was drowned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He obeyed. She started by inserting only half, which was already enough (it must have been about 23 cm altogether). The moans were gradually giving signs that there was no more pain, just hardness. In the same measure, penetration became faster and deeper. After some minutes she asked for more while looking at me like a slut.
Go on, nigger fuck your little whore. What a tasty prick! She shoves it all up she can shove everything I'm holding onto.
The son of a bitch mocked right there in front of me and looking into my eyes. It was too humiliating; at the same time, it's very exciting. Less than one minute later the negation made fun of him. He pulled his stick out from inside still hard. She got off the hood of the car, leaned down slightly and sucked on that cocksucker's head, leaving it clean.
<unk> That's what a good dick is: big, fat, it gets to be heavy. " she said looking at me and him.
He looked at me and laughed sarcastically. Then he said goodbye to her, walked away from me as if I were nothing. She gave me a silly look like "What's that?"
You're worse than a prostitute, you give for nothing to anyone!
She interrupted me, saying that I had nothing to do with her life now we were separated and she could do whatever she wanted because it was none of my business.
You don't want me anymore.
He slipped two fingers into his dick-soaked mouthpiece and rubbed them in my mouth with an air of provocation, walked out the front.
Come on, let's go home because I miss that stick.
Of course I went, took her back to my place and we fucked until the sun came up... ate and sucked that vagina full of fucking denial.
After the separation, she started dating the instructor of the gymnastics academy, a strong and quite tall dark-haired man named Renato with whom she already had an affair while we were together. From then on we began to meet, became friends, lovers and confidants. She has told me about the menage that she made with her boyfriend and a friend together, as well as the horns that she put in him because he does not agree to make menages with men. She is much more fucked up than before, always wearing tiny clothes, even sexier than before. He also e-mailed me some pictures that he took having sex with him and others. It's been driving me crazy with a boner I jerk off almost daily thinking about the things she has told me but despite this boner, I don't think of resuming our married life or even dating because it would not be such treachery; especially now that she is much more slutty, a real nymphomaniac
One night Carla called me, asking to go out. I asked about Renato and she told me that he had traveled to another state with his judo team for a tournament. I agreed. She already knew where she wanted to go: it was somewhere in the western part of Rio, where there is pagode rolling, Forró, Axé and funk. Before I did not go because I do not like those environments, but now it seemed fun, even because I wasn't doing anything. She was gorgeous, with a thicker butt and fatter thighs (the result of the workout), her little black dress just right on her stomach and breasts and loose at the hips. Her legs were exposed - simply irresistible!
When we arrived, I realized that all the men wanted her; even those accompanying me were unable to disguise themselves. It seemed as if I wasn't even by their side, no one respected me. We walked through the crowd looking for a place to stay. There was no dance floor but only a large court where almost everyone danced. Carla pulled me into this turmoil and listened to the boys around us singing. At some point we stopped playing funk music and she started dancing. I stood there, just looking around to see if anyone could interest my ex-wife but no; nobody who fit her preferred biotype (beautiful, tall and strong). It didn't take long before she asked me for two bottles of ice cream. I said that I did not know where it was, but she pointed me in the right direction so I went. I knew the risk of leaving her alone out there amongst a crowd, but still I left. Maybe because I hadn't cared as much anymore. After all, the horn wasn't mine any more.
When I came back, I caught her listening to a black boy of about 23 years old talking in her ear. In time she was nodding and he walked away from me; I handed him the bottle without asking anything. Then another young man appeared - same age but taller (+- 1.85 meters), who started dancing next to her. The two looked at each other but said nothing. Within minutes they were already dancing with one another. Carla stared at me as if requesting permission, I just nodded yes because otherwise it would not be obeyed. Then began a mockery here, hand there, all to the beat of funk as dictated by that style's typical choreography.
After three or four songs, he walked away. She came up to me and said that she had gone for more bottles of ice cream for the two of us. I felt immediately discarded because this guy was already paying my date's drinks. I complained but she didn't give much importance. She justified it by saying that I don't like dancing and the boy is keeping her company; not dismissing me, just having a little fun. I stepped aside to get another drink for myself. Also thought about getting some extra money on the ballad, just to make amends, but I was a fish out of water in that place. I sang for two girls, real bitches. But they turned me down.
I went back to the same place where we were before, and there was Carla with her "dancer" in a passionate kiss. He squeezed his ass tightly against hers as they moved into rhythm of music. They didn't even notice my presence; he pulled her by the arm, and they walked through the crowd. I hesitated for a moment but decided to follow them. And so they started walking out onto the courtyard, which is a large grassy area on the site with some trees and parked cars. They got behind an automobile that had been partially hidden underneath the shade of a tree from headlights barely reaching it. Even in the twilight it was possible to see her taking off her panties, remaining only with the dress. I could also notice that he had put on his condom. What came next was obvious: she lifted one of her legs and he penetrated her standing upright despite their difference in height between them. I stood at a safe distance but could hear her restrained moans. The fuck didn't take long, she did not even seem to be joking, the guy made fun very quickly and then they went back into the hall.
I waited for about 10 minutes and went to meet her. I found Carla dancing alone in the same place as before. When she saw me, she complained of my disappearance. She called me to walk around the courtyard on the grounds that there were men bothering her too much. I pretended not to know anything and agreed. She pulled my hand until we stopped near some four couples who seemed all together. One guy was a handsome black man with shaved head, strong and must have been almost two meters tall, just like Carla likes it, but he had an escort. The two exchanged provocative looks while they danced. He disguised himself so that his girlfriend would not notice, looking over her shoulder; but he didn't even care about my presence. It was as if I wasn't there.
We stood there for an hour. They kept looking at each other, and Carla was becoming more indiscreet; I noticed her winking or smiling, even faking a sentence just so he could read her lips. I didn't understand what the message was because she had been trying to hide it from me, but that attempt worked: She told me she would go to the bathroom, then disappeared. He vanished shortly afterwards. Although not my wife anymore, nor even my girlfriend, this situation made me very angry. It felt like a challenge doing all of these things behind my back. I went after her to the bathroom, stood ready but didn't see her come out of there. So I set my mind on looking for her in the same place where she had gone with that other boy. There she was alone leaning against one car and we started an argument. I called her a slut, bitch, whore etc. She argued that we did not have any commitments at all and that the horn belongs to her boyfriend rather than me.
Cat, is this guy bothering you?
I felt a chill in my stomach, thought it was going to catch. Carla tried to calm the situation down. She said that we were just friends and that I was jealous. He gently pushed me back and put himself between her and myself. Said he couldn't waste any time because his girlfriend was suspicious. Gave him an impassioned kiss, lifting her up into his arms and placing her seated on the hood of the car. With his hand over her little mouth, which already sat with legs wide open (the dress raised to her belly), she remarked:
What a bitch, she's all wet and no panties.
Carla just grinned maliciously. I was standing there watching the whole thing, when I realized it, decided to leave. The denier looked at me and with an authoritative voice ordered:
You can stay there, my brother pay attention and see what this dog likes.
He put his stick out (and what a stick), pointed and penetrated slowly, with difficulty. Carla held back her anger arguing that it was too big to go affectionately. Her voice was drowned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He obeyed. She started by inserting only half, which was already enough (it must have been about 23 cm altogether). The moans were gradually giving signs that there was no more pain, just hardness. In the same measure, penetration became faster and deeper. After some minutes she asked for more while looking at me like a slut.
Go on, nigger fuck your little whore. What a tasty prick! She shoves it all up she can shove everything I'm holding onto.
The son of a bitch mocked right there in front of me and looking into my eyes. It was too humiliating; at the same time, it's very exciting. Less than one minute later the negation made fun of him. He pulled his stick out from inside still hard. She got off the hood of the car, leaned down slightly and sucked on that cocksucker's head, leaving it clean.
<unk> That's what a good dick is: big, fat, it gets to be heavy. " she said looking at me and him.
He looked at me and laughed sarcastically. Then he said goodbye to her, walked away from me as if I were nothing. She gave me a silly look like "What's that?"
You're worse than a prostitute, you give for nothing to anyone!
She interrupted me, saying that I had nothing to do with her life now we were separated and she could do whatever she wanted because it was none of my business.
You don't want me anymore.
He slipped two fingers into his dick-soaked mouthpiece and rubbed them in my mouth with an air of provocation, walked out the front.
Come on, let's go home because I miss that stick.
Of course I went, took her back to my place and we fucked until the sun came up... ate and sucked that vagina full of fucking denial.
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