My wife and Ju
You already know me.
I am a self-proclaimed horn, and through the Internet I have met many other horns with whom I've maintained contact - virtual or in person - for years.
The account I am publishing below is that of Jorge, a friend who has just been horned for the first time.
Of course, as a journalist I've improved the text somewhat but the content - which is delicious - is absolutely faithful to Jorgon's original, who now officially belongs to the brotherhood of gentle, self-assured and happy horns.
Cut the story below, and if you'd like to get in touch with me please write to mar000002@gmail.com
Here's the story:
We were walking along the beach in the early evening of Friday, New Year's Day. The afternoon was already over but it was still clear because of daylight saving time. My wife and I walked on the boardwalk at Embaré Beach in Santos where we live while our four-year old daughter pedalled her tricycle a little ahead.
We were talking about some plans for this 2010, when in the opposite direction a tall, strong brunette ran by doing his exercise. What struck me with him was that he looked at my wife very quickly and then turned to look back at her somewhat confusedly.
As my wife passed us, she greeted him and he responded with a quick "oi".
All this happened in a fraction of a minute, but it was very clear to me that there's something going on.
"Are you going to talk about this guy?" I asked without looking at my wife. She smiled and asked what I wanted to know.
We've always been very open with each other, and we made a commitment never to hide anything or lie.
Even though I've never done anything with another woman since we started dating, she has been doing this and that; she told me everything. The biggest one was when her two friends went out with three guys they met at a year-end fraternity party and she ended up sucking his dick. She came home in the wee hours of the morning totally horny and we began to climb while she would tell me all about what she had done in detail. Although dying of jealousy I can't deny that I was tremendously aroused while she spoke and enjoyed as never before when she said in my ear that she was kissing me and still feeling the taste of each other's dick and fuck in her mouth.
Of course, I immediately thought that the guy who had crossed with us was the one from last time.
She said, taking my arm and rubbing her chest against my elbow so I could see that she was aroused with hard breasts.
I asked, wanting to know if it had happened before or after we started our relationship.
- She laughed at my curiosity and emphasized the fact that it happened before our wedding, but left room for courtship.
You know what I mean and you're pissing me off.
At the very beginning of our relationship, I still went out with him three or four times. - She laughed and rubbed me making it clear that she was VERY excited. - But we hadn't talked about hiding things from each other yet.
I was a little embarrassed by that story. She didn't even show concern; she knew that in bed, later on, she would kill me with an erection and everything will be fine.
After a few minutes of silence, without even looking at her, the suggestion came:
Let's take our little girl to her grandmother 'cause I want a party tonight!
I wanted to hear it from your mouth, even though you already knew.
And because of you, too... 'cause I know that you get all fired up when I tell you about the climbs I've taken around here and we always have great nights when I talk to you about these things.
We stopped at my mother-in-law's house, who suggested that we let our daughter sleep there.
It was already dark when we left to go home. At the first opportunity my wife stirred up a bottle under her cotton dress and put her fingers on my nose so that I could see how wet she was.
My irritation was over, and I was quite excited when I asked her if she'd been thinking about the face paint.
Maybe the best fuck I've ever had.
- I said feeling a little irritation come back, but the excitement grow much more than annoyance.
- Stop it, Love! You're the man I love. The man with whom I make love. He was just flesh, you understand? - Again his chest rubbing against my elbow and me feeling your "lights on". - Flesh first! But only meat. - Once again she stuck her hand between her legs without disguising much or even worrying if someone is watching to talk later. - Let's go straight home before I attack you right here.
We entered the building which was crowded because of people from São Paulo who spend New Year's Eve on the beach, a lot of people in the elevator and my wife rubbing against me.
As we descended to our floor, it was just the two of us. Without a moment's hesitation, as soon as the elevator door closed, she took off her panties while I held up my key and began rubbing molasses on my nose and mouth.
As I opened the door, she'd already ripped off her dress and got completely naked while still standing in front of my apartment. She knew that I was worried if our next-door neighbor had been watching us with his magic eye, but she also knew that this little risk excited me as well.
I locked the door in a hurry and tried to pull her towards me, but she kept pushing me onto the couch.
- Take off all your clothes, cuckold because now you're going to find out about other things I did in my life.
- You said he was hotter than me.
I love you, it's just paint... and what a paint! Shit. And what the fuck! You are man. He is macho! - She said that rubbing her bouquet and masturbating standing up in front of me while I had just taken off all my clothes.
When I was fully naked, I tried to pull her back towards me but she wouldn't let go.
And don't even think about leaning on this pinto, because if you get your hands on it... you won't be able to screw me until Sunday and I will still go after Ju for a real pint.
- What's his last name?
I don't know what his name is, but all I ever called him was "Joe", and you could just call the guy a dick 'cause that's who he is.
I asked, panting and dying to touch the pinto that was hard as a rock but didn't want to be punished for disobeying my wife.
- Larger, no. I don't think so. But thicker, yes. Much thicker! You know that the length does not matter, do you? For us what matters is the thickness. Paint long until it hurts; it isn't tasty. But paint coarse... Hummmm! And this one, yeah, is a coarse paint!
I asked, dying of a hard-on.
- It's normal. - She said as if it wasn't very important. - You have other things that no man has, for me: you are a man to sleep with the rest of your life. Companion. Friend. He...
I've never understood what happens to me when she talks about her relationships with other men.
But I had to control myself, and my penis was so hard that it would pulsate against my belly. And forbidden me from touching him, making a superhuman effort while she masturbated like crazy and reached the first orgasm which wouldn't stop her as I already knew; now her orgasms would come at increasingly shorter intervals in an insane progression until there were screams and convulsive seizures before practically collapsing.
I'm the only one allowed to touch it.
But you've touched other chicks since we were together!
Try it and I'll castrate you, horn!
- You've been climbing it since we got married, haven't you?
- She made a sadistic face talking like that.
But you've slept with someone else since we got married, haven't you?
And don't fill my sack with that, 'cause I am going to fuck him next week and you are gonna stay home waiting for the whore to come back all fucked up...
When I imagined her coming home like that, I laughed without even stopping to think about it.
She'd give me some time to recover and she would go back over the details of her whoring with that Ju guy.
We'll pick this up later.
When she stopped, it was around 9:00 p.m., and we didn't start climbing until 3:00 in the morning.
She made a lot of jokes that night, only the last three were during our climb.
I found out that the guy was eating her ass, and she loved it.
But none of that matters now; you know why? Because today is Thursday, January 15th 2010, it's almost Friday (if not already!). I am nearly in a trance. It seems like there is a revolution going on inside my chest. My stomach feels weird as if flies are flying around inside me.
I'm nervous, very nervous and excited but I can't even move my penis which is hard as stone.
I'm at home, writing this report and alone.
- Where is she?
She left the house to meet him about an hour ago, and I'm waiting for her to come back all fucked up... crawled... eaten... used... spat on.
I am a self-proclaimed horn, and through the Internet I have met many other horns with whom I've maintained contact - virtual or in person - for years.
The account I am publishing below is that of Jorge, a friend who has just been horned for the first time.
Of course, as a journalist I've improved the text somewhat but the content - which is delicious - is absolutely faithful to Jorgon's original, who now officially belongs to the brotherhood of gentle, self-assured and happy horns.
Cut the story below, and if you'd like to get in touch with me please write to mar000002@gmail.com
Here's the story:
We were walking along the beach in the early evening of Friday, New Year's Day. The afternoon was already over but it was still clear because of daylight saving time. My wife and I walked on the boardwalk at Embaré Beach in Santos where we live while our four-year old daughter pedalled her tricycle a little ahead.
We were talking about some plans for this 2010, when in the opposite direction a tall, strong brunette ran by doing his exercise. What struck me with him was that he looked at my wife very quickly and then turned to look back at her somewhat confusedly.
As my wife passed us, she greeted him and he responded with a quick "oi".
All this happened in a fraction of a minute, but it was very clear to me that there's something going on.
"Are you going to talk about this guy?" I asked without looking at my wife. She smiled and asked what I wanted to know.
We've always been very open with each other, and we made a commitment never to hide anything or lie.
Even though I've never done anything with another woman since we started dating, she has been doing this and that; she told me everything. The biggest one was when her two friends went out with three guys they met at a year-end fraternity party and she ended up sucking his dick. She came home in the wee hours of the morning totally horny and we began to climb while she would tell me all about what she had done in detail. Although dying of jealousy I can't deny that I was tremendously aroused while she spoke and enjoyed as never before when she said in my ear that she was kissing me and still feeling the taste of each other's dick and fuck in her mouth.
Of course, I immediately thought that the guy who had crossed with us was the one from last time.
She said, taking my arm and rubbing her chest against my elbow so I could see that she was aroused with hard breasts.
I asked, wanting to know if it had happened before or after we started our relationship.
- She laughed at my curiosity and emphasized the fact that it happened before our wedding, but left room for courtship.
You know what I mean and you're pissing me off.
At the very beginning of our relationship, I still went out with him three or four times. - She laughed and rubbed me making it clear that she was VERY excited. - But we hadn't talked about hiding things from each other yet.
I was a little embarrassed by that story. She didn't even show concern; she knew that in bed, later on, she would kill me with an erection and everything will be fine.
After a few minutes of silence, without even looking at her, the suggestion came:
Let's take our little girl to her grandmother 'cause I want a party tonight!
I wanted to hear it from your mouth, even though you already knew.
And because of you, too... 'cause I know that you get all fired up when I tell you about the climbs I've taken around here and we always have great nights when I talk to you about these things.
We stopped at my mother-in-law's house, who suggested that we let our daughter sleep there.
It was already dark when we left to go home. At the first opportunity my wife stirred up a bottle under her cotton dress and put her fingers on my nose so that I could see how wet she was.
My irritation was over, and I was quite excited when I asked her if she'd been thinking about the face paint.
Maybe the best fuck I've ever had.
- I said feeling a little irritation come back, but the excitement grow much more than annoyance.
- Stop it, Love! You're the man I love. The man with whom I make love. He was just flesh, you understand? - Again his chest rubbing against my elbow and me feeling your "lights on". - Flesh first! But only meat. - Once again she stuck her hand between her legs without disguising much or even worrying if someone is watching to talk later. - Let's go straight home before I attack you right here.
We entered the building which was crowded because of people from São Paulo who spend New Year's Eve on the beach, a lot of people in the elevator and my wife rubbing against me.
As we descended to our floor, it was just the two of us. Without a moment's hesitation, as soon as the elevator door closed, she took off her panties while I held up my key and began rubbing molasses on my nose and mouth.
As I opened the door, she'd already ripped off her dress and got completely naked while still standing in front of my apartment. She knew that I was worried if our next-door neighbor had been watching us with his magic eye, but she also knew that this little risk excited me as well.
I locked the door in a hurry and tried to pull her towards me, but she kept pushing me onto the couch.
- Take off all your clothes, cuckold because now you're going to find out about other things I did in my life.
- You said he was hotter than me.
I love you, it's just paint... and what a paint! Shit. And what the fuck! You are man. He is macho! - She said that rubbing her bouquet and masturbating standing up in front of me while I had just taken off all my clothes.
When I was fully naked, I tried to pull her back towards me but she wouldn't let go.
And don't even think about leaning on this pinto, because if you get your hands on it... you won't be able to screw me until Sunday and I will still go after Ju for a real pint.
- What's his last name?
I don't know what his name is, but all I ever called him was "Joe", and you could just call the guy a dick 'cause that's who he is.
I asked, panting and dying to touch the pinto that was hard as a rock but didn't want to be punished for disobeying my wife.
- Larger, no. I don't think so. But thicker, yes. Much thicker! You know that the length does not matter, do you? For us what matters is the thickness. Paint long until it hurts; it isn't tasty. But paint coarse... Hummmm! And this one, yeah, is a coarse paint!
I asked, dying of a hard-on.
- It's normal. - She said as if it wasn't very important. - You have other things that no man has, for me: you are a man to sleep with the rest of your life. Companion. Friend. He...
I've never understood what happens to me when she talks about her relationships with other men.
But I had to control myself, and my penis was so hard that it would pulsate against my belly. And forbidden me from touching him, making a superhuman effort while she masturbated like crazy and reached the first orgasm which wouldn't stop her as I already knew; now her orgasms would come at increasingly shorter intervals in an insane progression until there were screams and convulsive seizures before practically collapsing.
I'm the only one allowed to touch it.
But you've touched other chicks since we were together!
Try it and I'll castrate you, horn!
- You've been climbing it since we got married, haven't you?
- She made a sadistic face talking like that.
But you've slept with someone else since we got married, haven't you?
And don't fill my sack with that, 'cause I am going to fuck him next week and you are gonna stay home waiting for the whore to come back all fucked up...
When I imagined her coming home like that, I laughed without even stopping to think about it.
She'd give me some time to recover and she would go back over the details of her whoring with that Ju guy.
We'll pick this up later.
When she stopped, it was around 9:00 p.m., and we didn't start climbing until 3:00 in the morning.
She made a lot of jokes that night, only the last three were during our climb.
I found out that the guy was eating her ass, and she loved it.
But none of that matters now; you know why? Because today is Thursday, January 15th 2010, it's almost Friday (if not already!). I am nearly in a trance. It seems like there is a revolution going on inside my chest. My stomach feels weird as if flies are flying around inside me.
I'm nervous, very nervous and excited but I can't even move my penis which is hard as stone.
I'm at home, writing this report and alone.
- Where is she?
She left the house to meet him about an hour ago, and I'm waiting for her to come back all fucked up... crawled... eaten... used... spat on.
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