The Consensual Anal Cheating of a Wife at Dinner

I am 37 years old, my name is Luciana and my husband's name is Rogerio he has 34 we have a small shop in the city and are well known socially.
I'm blonde, 1.60 m tall and weigh 55 kgs. My eyes are blue and my breasts are medium-sized and very steep as well as my bundle which is my personal brand that attracts the most attention. When I was younger I felt embarrassed by the looks on me in the street, at school and wherever I went, everyone made fun of me and it made me feel really shy.
My husband and I have always had complete freedom with each other. In bed, our relationship was what could be classified as great. Once in the early days of our marriage, he tried to perform anal sex on me but I felt pain and refused. After that day, perhaps for fear of upsetting me, he never insisted on it again. We practically made love every day.
One of my husband's fantasies that at first worried me, but over time became "our" fantasy was the one about a threesome.
It would come into our heads every time we got aroused during our trances and always whispered in our ears how nice it'd be to share our bed and our madness with a third person.
Although fantasizing about a threesome would bring us to the height of arousal I must clarify that I am an extremely jealous woman and have never accepted, not even for fantasy or play, that one day we could share our bed with another woman. This was very clear in our relationship from the beginning let alone allowing my husband to go out with someone else to do any kind of program involving sex or love feelings at this point i'm radical and warn: if it happens,
We were doing very well with this way of spicing up our relationships until we met Marcos at a sales course that was taking place in the city that week.
Although I'm not directly connected to the topic of this talk, I ended up accompanying my husband to participate in it. Marcos was a sales manager for a multinational company and had been hired to implement a new sales system at the state-owned enterprise and he was there representing its board. He is much older than us, dark skinned, about 1.80 meters tall, weighs around 90 kilos and seemed very experienced in life.
As soon as we arrived, he was introduced to us by one of my colleagues Katia who had worked with me in another store. My co-worker asked us to stay and keep him company for a few minutes because she was very busy organizing the event. While talking with Marcos I noticed that he wouldn't take his eyes off me. My husband also noticed and, after my colleague came back to call Marcos so that they could go sit somewhere else, he complained about me saying I was too shabby and while talking with Marcos I kept a constant silly smile on my face. I jokingly replied that the guy is "a cat" and I'm not made of iron.
The talk ended at about 11 p.m., and both of us left hungry because we hadn't eaten dinner yet. We went straight to a pizza parlor. While waiting for the waiter, my coworker entered with Marcos and two other friends who saw our presence and walked toward our table.
I noticed a slight discomfort in my husband but he was very kind. He got up, rearranging our seats and invited them to stay with us we made our orders and soon were enjoying delicious slices of pizza accompanied by two bottles of super iced white wine
My husband, who was a bit quiet at first, became more relaxed as we got to know my colleague's escort better. After some moments of chatter, we found out that he is Katia's cousin and my husband discovered that he and Marcos had many things in common: they were both born in São Paulo and played for the same team. Marcos said he lived in Rio de Janeiro for the last 20 years because of his delicious accent. They both ran races, liked soccer, cars and adventure movies.
Marcos told us that he was single, 44 years old, and had rented a penthouse apartment in one of the newly built buildings in our town.
While we were talking and tasting wine, Mark's leg touched mine several times. At first I retreated but then I let it roll and there were many occasions when he rubbed his right thigh against my left one that was barely covered by the mini skirt I was wearing, not to mention all those looks at me from him. Fearing my husband would notice something, I reminded Rogério that it was getting late, our children were home alone and we should continue this conversation another day.
On the way out, as we said good-bye and headed for our cars, Marcos invited us to dinner at his home the following week.
We went to bed and started talking about the night, then all of a sudden he asked me if I had felt anything for Marcos. I was scared but not sure whether it's because I was nervous or something like that, so I said yes. To tell you the truth I have been interested in this man. Taking advantage of my confusion, she also told him how excited I am by his interest in me as well. As we were speaking, I got involved with him and ended up having a delicious transaction.
Three days later, Kátia called me and said that Marcos had been very sympathetic to us. He asked for our telephone number so he could invite us to dinner next Friday when she unfortunately would be traveling to Brasilia.
In the evening, he called home and talked for several minutes with my husband. He then wrote down Marcos' address and phone number to confirm if we would be able to stay in town on dinner day. When he hung up, I noticed that Rogério was a bit strange. I just sat there wondering what had gone through his head.
On the appointed day for dinner, my husband called me from his office asking if I was ready to go out and eat at Marcos' apartment.
At 2 o'clock that Friday we were entering Marcos apartment. My husband was wearing jeans and a white shirt. I went on some more whim, wore a black suit which covered up to just above the knee and a pink silk blouse with purple both pieces made of very soft and thin fabric underneath only skin-colored panties, very small practically a dental floss. I wrapped all this in a very fine high heel that left my already protruding butt even steeper marking well my pants. It was an extremely sexy outfit.
As soon as we arrived, I was surprised to find that we were alone and the only ones who had been invited for dinner. I felt a little intimidated but after my first glass of wine I started laughing at everything we talked about. My husband and Marcos quickly got together and chatted a lot. They were so enthusiastic with their chatter that I went up on the terrace and stood there long time by myself admiring the city from above. I noticed that amongst the chatters Markus watched me, certainly looking at my legs and butt.
Half an hour later, Mark called us to the table that had been set up in the dining room. He proved himself a wonderful host. The table was very well arranged and he turned out to be a great cook. We were served delicious fish accompanied by three bottles of famous German wine.
After dinner the atmosphere was completely relaxed and we all went to a comfortable, spacious living room with a beautiful glass door on its balcony from which you could see the whole city. The room had been decorated in extremely good taste and there was an enormous crystal mirror that took up almost an entire wall. It was in this mirror where I saw my face drowning. Really, I was anxious and excited about being there with two men who, I knew, were going to fuck me.
I let myself fall on a soft couch, my husband sat down in an armchair and Marcos put up this very romantic CD to play. Then he filled our glasses with more wine and sat at the other end of the sofa.
The subject, increasingly relaxed, soon slipped into the life of a single man. Marcos smiled and said that it was a bar. Sometimes loneliness hurt but until then he had not found his soul mate.
Roger, somewhat ironically asked her what a soul mate would be like for him. He without hesitation looked at me and said: "First of all she'd have to be beautiful, charming sexy as Lu and then accompany my madness". I blushed and my husband smilingly wanted to know which were these crazy things.
"Well", he said, "I am single to this day because I have not yet met a woman who at the same time as all these things that I've already spoken of still has the same ideals with me. Ideals of freedom which I believe would make marriage much more attractive". After a short time they are both embittered by their frustrations and hardening of their most secret desires".
I exchanged a quick glance with my husband and saw that he was still smiling somewhat incoherently. I took courage and said: "Marcos, Rogério and I are not like this aren't we?
Looking at my husband, he said: "I can see that you are a happy couple who have achieved and freed themselves". - "Look", says my husband. - It's not quite like this. Lu is just saying we have such an awareness but in fact we haven't put the theory into practice yet; it requires caution. You will notice our city is rather provincial. Here one has no-one with whom to share this kind of freedom. Unfortunately, we aren't in Rio de Janeiro, dear friend.?
"I've been here for about three months and have you noticed the staff marking?"
I said, "Imagine us with a family like ours... in the mouths of people". Marcos smiled and said: ?? "-That's it! People like us have to unite, protect and respect each other. It was very nice meeting you and hope that our friendship will thrive forever".
"Why don't you open another bottle so we can seal our friendship?" We all laughed and Mark got up to go into the fridge.
While he was taking care of getting more wine, my husband came to me and lifted me up from the sofa. He took me by the waist and started a very slow dance. When Marcos returned we were wrapped around each other almost standing still dancing really slowly.
I hugged his neck and he held me almost up to my buttocks. Marcos refilled our glasses that were abandoned in a cupboard, sat on the couch staring at us.
As we moved slowly across the thick carpet, my husband whispered in my ear: "This time you won't get away with it". And I smiled at him and said to myself:
Upon hearing this my husband kissed me warmly and made his hands slide up to my buttocks starting a movement with the hands, making the light fabric of the skirt slip on my panties. I could feel his pussy totally hard between my legs and his excitement, he then went down his mouth through my neck into my lap, almost causing one of my breasts jump out of the blouse.
I opened my eyes and noticed that Mark was straightening himself over his clothes, and that his member had already warmed up his trousers.
It was at this moment that the CD came to an end. "- What a pity... now it's getting tasty" I said smiling at them.
"So no! if that's what you want, leave it to me"... and left for the equipment to put a new CD. I went up to the dresser took some more wine. Returning to the center of the room, I was dancing to an imaginary music, sensuously swinging my hips in front of Marcos who tried to disguise the immense volume formed on his clothes. When the sound came back, I stretched out my arms towards him and said: "Come on now it's your turn to make me crazy"... He looked at my husband when I saw that he had made a classic positive gesture. So without trying to disguise his erection, Marcos walked toward me and gently took me in his arms and started wrapping me up with this super-romantic tone which my hubby had chosen for us.
I went to heaven, didn't know what to do and in an impulsive act immediately hugged him by the neck with both hands entwined at his throat and pulled him towards me. There was a real flood of feeling on my panties as he lowered his left hand down my back past my butt until it reached my thigh. He put his hand underneath my skirt skirts holding me directly behind my buttocks making me feel small in his arms. Then, slightly frightened I opened my eyes and saw a super-excited Rogério who was heading for the sofa, settling in between the pillows, beginning a nice slow hand job on his pants.
I went crazy. I unbuttoned Marcos' right hand from his neck and began to open the buttons of his shirt while he, very gently, started unbutting my blouse and bra that were slowly being pulled away from my body. Marco looked delightfully at my hard breasts and with his mouth began sucking on my nipples; he took one of his hands to loosen the belt that fastened my skirt around my waist. Then completely unsupported, the dress started coming down. As we rubbed against each other it slipped falling and became entangled in my feet. I simply kicked it in the direction of my husband, who smiled at me as he picked it up and carried it to his face so that he could smell my perfume. All underpants on, I continued curling around Marcus, now leaning over my shoulders rubbing himself against my breasts with hands already tucked inside my panties smoothing out my pointy little bundle.
At the same time that I pressed my cunt against his pussy, supported by both hands on my butt, I arched my body back and finished taking off his shirt. Then I started to open up his belt and zipper of his pants and sought for his kiss with my mouth. We were kissing like two lovers who hadn't seen each other in a long time. With my right hand I found his penis inside his underwear and slowly masturbated him. Between opening my eyes and seeing my husband sitting just watching us it excited me even more.
While I was kissing him like a hungry calf, using my hands to free Marcos from all his clothes. It was while removing Marcus's clothing that I noticed two other hands entering the game. A shiver came over me when I saw my husband come up behind me and gently rubbing his fingers on the elastic band of my underwear. Slowly he pulled down the little piece and gradually my bundle became exposed. I felt my husband start kissing me on the back of my head and it went down to my buttocks, I was even more capricious about the wet kisses that I was giving in Marcos. When he finished taking off my panties, Rogério turned his face towards mine and gave me a wet kiss, which left me super excited and shivering. I noticed that my husband returned to the couch and resumed masturbation, now smelling my underwear, then wrapping his pussy with it.
When Marcos was completely naked, I pulled him to the floor and he lay back on the carpet with his pussy very hard, shiny by sperm that started coming out showing its immense horny.
I was on a condom and didn't know if I should do without it, after all I barely knew that man. I looked at my husband and asked him with great love and affection for a condo, then he told me: "If you want to enjoy an adventure, it has to be completely unprotected!" That left me shocked but at the same time hallucinated, as my desire spoke louder, I could not resist and hit the game my husband proposed.
So I held that beautiful pole between my fingers in my left hand, leaned with my right hand on his chest and slowly lowered it down to fit his cock into my mouthpiece. My back was turned towards my husband but I could see him through the huge mirror which made up the decor of the room.
My husband still fondling his own cock, wouldn't miss a single pitch.
When I noticed that the head of our friend's stick was firmly in place on my pocket door, I also put my left hand to Marcos' chest and rolled it down very slowly making sure to keep it steep.
It took me more than three minutes to swallow that whole snake, and when I felt the balls of his sack resting on my ass...
Marcos, realizing the spectacle we were providing for my husband, grabbed me by both buttocks and opened up my ass as far as he could. He stretched his middle finger until it reached my cheekbone and after licking him a long time in my viscous moisture took him to my arse and was playing with him very delicately penetrating my neck bone and coccyx, I confess that feeling is really pleasant.
It was crazy. I stood in that chairlift, swallowing and putting out Marcos' cock on my boob for more than 15 minutes. There were times when Marcus would hold me up with only the little head of his dick stuck to my pocket and it made me want to suck this cock all the way down into its tail. In those hours, moaning, I begged him crying: " - Don't do that to me ... And then, in a jerk-off he pulled me down hard while arching his body all at once buried deep inside of me completely clogging up that pussy which until now I had only known as Rogerio's poop. The sensation of experiencing a different dick made me totally hallucinate. I lost my shame. He sobbed like crazy. Forgotten that my husband to whom I was utterly faithful till this day stood right behind me watching me behave like a whore and devour the handsome male who I didn't even know properly.
I was speeding up my movements, and amidst the groans and spasms on both sides of me, Marcos and I had an unforgettable orgasm. It was a cinematic one. Exhausted, I climbed over to Marcus's bed and lay down beside him. So relaxed and satisfied that it faded away, I ended up dozing with my head resting in the arm of this man who made such fun of me so intensely. I don't know how long I slept.
When I woke up, someone had put a pillow under my head and spread a sheet over me.
I heard voices, just put on my underpants and went to see what it was. My two men were sitting upstairs talking about their favorite subjects.
They'd already cleared the table, piled up their dishes in the kitchen sink and were drinking a liqueur. I stood for quite some time looking at them with great tenderness and feeling very happy that they had gotten along so well and why not made a thousand plans for the future.
When the conversation was dying they went back to the room where I was, Marcos sat on the sofa at my left side. He asked me how I am and if everything is okay, said yes and looked at my husband who in a continuous act said: "The party today is your love, enjoy it as much as you want". My heart then started beating again, especially when Marcos approached me.
With his right arm, he wrapped me around my shoulders and pulled my head towards him to give me a kiss so deep and lovely that our tongues became entangled for a long time. I had crossed my right leg over the left one and started sticking my toes underneath his loose trousers trying to pull out the hairs on his leg. He carried his left hand across my thigh gently climbing up until it reached my hip and encompassed much of the side of my butt. I was already beginning to groan inside his mouth. He put his mouth close to my right ear and whispered " -Lu, you drove me crazy with that beautiful bundle". I almost had a heart attack at this hour. My husband just watched sitting in the front seat.
I was rather frightened, but it pleased me to know the effect that had caused in him. "'Ah is what you got wasn't enough?' said I into his ear with a very naughty voice.' 'I would like to meet you all,' he said. Then you mean I'll be a privileged one?" "It will!" but as I said, I don't know if I'm going to hold out because besides the lack of practice, I have already seen that you are taller than what I normally knew.
"Oh, so you are an expert?" I asked in a whisper. "I didn't mean it like that".
As I raised my right hand over the already formed volume in his trousers and kissed him gently on the ear, I spoke very softly with the sexiest voice that I knew how to make: "Speak now! what do you want me?!"...
He squeezed my ass with his strong hand and spoke in a hushed voice, "I want to teach you how to fuck that tasty bundle of yours". My husband was almost enjoying the scene.
"What if it hurts or I don't like it?" -I asked him. "-We stop and do not touch this subject anymore, which you provoked by being so nice". I gave a smile and at the same time as raising his hand pulled me to my feet and kissed him very sweetly in his mouth. Because I was on the tip of my foot, my little bundle became quite small and fully exposed. Marcos wrapped her with both hands and gave me an upward pull, completely removing the support from my feet. So I took advantage of the push and tied it with my legs, at his waist height and was clinging to his lap. He held firmly on my butt walked away and carried me in his arms into his room.
When I got there, he put me on the bed and went to the bathroom. My husband came over and sat down in a small sofa by my side of the bed; I turned around to look at him straight into his eyes while facing out onto the toilet where Marcos was standing. Marcos came out of the bathroom all naked with his mast laughing, and when he saw me with my butt turned towards him didn't resist and went to the middle of my buttocks, kissing them, licking them and caressing them, then started taking off my panties very slowly and I had to give a few rolls and a little lift on the hips so that he could leave me nude. Then he turned around in front of me and leaned over me kissing everything. He began by my forehead, eyes, mouth, bit my light chin, and then walked down with his agile tongue tickling my already wrinkled nipples.
Then he took my hands and put them on my breasts while going with his mouth lower, stroking the tongue around my navel and getting closer to my sex. I who had understood his message started caressing my own boobs and realized that my erection was at a thousand. Marcos's tongue was already in my groin and I had opened up my legs as far as possible. He pulled a pillow underneath my butt and pushed it up until it was almost below my back. Then he grabbed two more pillows and, yes, used them to lift my butt up so that not only was my cunt exposed but also my ass. By the time it got there, Marcos' tongue hadn't stopped for a second before touching my clitoris.
Very lightly, without any hurry. Occasionally he would give a "heavier" lick using his whole tongue and passing it over my entire mouthpiece but then he'd go back to working only with the tip of her lipstick and just on my little button. The moisture in my small mouth was increasing rapidly and I had already enjoyed myself a couple of times in that mouth when I noticed that the tongue was going down some more. I saw Marcos open up my pocket booklet with both hands and start sucking directly at my arsehole. I felt something like never before. It was too much. Soon he went back to my little finger and then returned to my asshole. While licking my butt, I noticed that he was rubbing my clitoris with his nose. This for me was being an unprecedented experience. Suddenly, I felt a finger is inserted into my pinky, going to get the honey from its deepest parts.
Then that same finger carried the honey to my anus, where it was deposited. It tasted so good that in a groan without him having to ask for anything I told him I wanted it and offered up my butt as sacrifice. But Marcos wasn't in any hurry. First he rearranged himself, took one of my hands and directed my fingers towards my own little mouthpiece. As I caressed my cricket, he rearranged the pillows by placing another one underneath me - all this while constantly licking my muzzle and ass; always reaching for his fingers that mix with mine to pick up a little lubricant so as to carry it into my kitchen. When I was about to go crazy with a hard-on, he started digging his finger deep into my butt. It was delicious. That finger went in and gave me a very pleasant sensation. He played with that little finger for several minutes. Then he took it out.
He began to give them a gentle massage on the door of my ass and, very slowly, was shoving them into my little bundle. I let out an exclamation of pleasure. "What excitement, Marcos, what good thing my well... "-Do you want me to do this?" he asked. -Of course! I'm crazy about feeling you in my butt" -"You don't want Rogério? Don't you want to reserve the cabin of this beautiful and tasty piglet for your husband?"-"No!" Then he deserves to eat it first than anyone else.
He raised his body and asked me to spread my legs wide (as in the roast chicken position) and throw them up, leaving hips and bundle high on pillows. Then he took both of my hands and by placing them into my vagina requested that I masturbate myself while he steered his mast towards my asshole. As I did so, he remarked that seeing my two rings - one brilliant and the other traditional gold - in my left hand touching my sex gave him the world's biggest boner. He came closer with his right hand, holding the head of his stick and placing it firmly on my butt. He directed me to be very calm and relaxed. Then he was pressing really slowly until I felt that my cock's forearms gave way and made their way into this huge prick. I felt a very slight pain which soon dissipated in heat. Marcos had stood still without forcing its passage but only with the glans inside my anus. And then I heard his voice whisper: "Taking love?" - "No, darling! You can go further!..." That is what he did. Gently and firmly, Marcos slid that whole monster up my ass... grabbed my thighs and pulled me against him making my buttocks stick to his body.
I was ecstatic about the situation, and almost moaning asked my husband to come closer and with my right hand searched for his penis and started punching him while Marcos penetrated me in the anus, closed my eyes from so much desire.
When I felt my husband's fingers now intertwine with mine as they entered and exited the inside of my vagina, I said in a whisper: "How delicious! If I had known that it tasted so good, I would have asked Rogerio for this long ago". Marcos then stopped and stood with his dick buried deep within my butt, leaning over me biting and kissing my nipples for about 30 seconds while my husband put three fingers into my completely drenched mouth. Then, in a quick move Mark took everything off and asked me to stay on all fours; I readily responded while he placed only the head of his cock into my little hole. My husband sat down at the bedside and started masturbating again.
So I was grabbing my ass and pushing it back until I could suck that delightful stick into my butt again. From then on, it was just pleasure. Marcos fucked me in the arse for almost 20 minutes. When he realized he would make fun of him, he paused a little bit, once more with his head stuck only to the small door. I, who had already understood the maneuver, gave him some time to hold himself up and then slowly swallowed this meat pole through my narrow rear passageway. While he was fucking my ass, he also bit me on the back of the head and smoothed out my thighs and buttocks.
When I realized that he was going to make fun of me, I tried squeezing his dick with my newly hollowed-out ass and said: "Screw it on my butt! Screw inside, fill him up with your fuck, darling!" As soon as I finished calling Mark my love, my husband didn't resist and mocked at his hand.
We fell into bed exhausted...
I gathered up my clothes that were scattered around the house and went to the bathroom where I took a comforting shower. Only after getting dressed did I come out on the terrace to call my husband so we could leave.
They talked a little longer, but then they stood up and we began to say goodbye. Marcos kissed me softly on the lips saying: "Thank you very much for everything". - "Of course", I replied -" We are grateful for your hospitality, hoping that one day we will be able to return this visit" My husband joined in our conversation and said: ?"- You can book it until yesterday if you want because next time I don't want to end up with my hand tied behind my back".
As our car was sliding down the road to our house, I said in a very soft almost hoarse voice: " - Honey, I don't want you to be hurt by me but I have to confess that I enjoyed it so much and actually I had such fun that I thought I would die!" He laughed and said: " My goodness! We came here for this purpose didn't we? Why didn't you come along? You said that you wanted to do a threesome with me and another man?" Then, he made me very happy by answering: "Honey, who says I did not participate?
And I was sleepy, remembering all the commotion on Friday night... of caresses and kisses and sensations.