My wife loves to drink shit.

After that unforgettable holiday in Ilhabela, my wife Bruna and I started to have a much more intense and ardent sex life to the point that we fucked almost every day of the week, not to mention the days we fucked up to two or three times. Obviously, always remembering that holiday when she fucked and slept with five guys and took a lot of pussy. Since then, I started to notice that she started to have a problem with taking pussy, I think because of that joke they made with her about drinking pussy in her vagina. Whenever I was going to have fun, she insisted on putting my pussy in her mouth and drinking all my pussy.
At the same time that we were getting very excited, the fantasies about this Tara were increasing to the point where we started talking about doing a new fantasy, and I also noticed that Bruna was getting more and more depraved, and in one of our trances, there was a fantasy of her entering one of these very shabby booths full of men drinking booze, playing the sinkhole and listening to those colorful music glasses, where she would go to the counter in a very sensual outfit and ask the owner of the booth,
- Please, Lord, bring me a whimsical dose of fucking.
From then on, it was just letting the imagination run wild and visualizing that bunch of men eating and all of them enjoying on her throat or in a cup for her to drink from. We rehearsed this situation several times until one day, we decided to put it into practice. For a while, we studied some shops of this type, passing by and seeing the frequency, what time they closed, etc. After much study, we chose one near the highway, which was on a side street with little traffic, but the place was always crowded at night. Its closing time was at 2:00 in the morning, so we had plans to get close to it.
On the appointed day, it was a Friday, we got dressed and for a change, she dressed like a real muse, wearing a short, well-fitting gown, with a very protruding neckline and high-heeled sandals, which highlighted her wonderful legs and pushed her bum-bum. On the way to the boat, we drank a bottle of wine, to give more excitement and excitement, because it would not be easy to put this madness into practice. I insisted very much that she make a bouquet of those wonderful things that she does with mastery, but she turned and said:
- No love, today I want to drink a lot of fuck, but only from other males, if you want, you can watch. For a change, I don't know why, it started to make me hard dick and I was already very excited, just to imagine.
We pulled up to the boathouse, and I could feel our heartbeats beating louder. When it was almost 2:00 in the morning, we first passed in front of the boathouse to see how things were, we went to the other corner, took a deep breath and came back. We went in and sat down at a table in the corner, near the pool table. It seemed that the presence of brunette and her feminine smell took over the environment, bewitching everyone, because I immediately began to notice the puzzled looks of the delight of a woman who had just entered, and at that time there must have been about 12 men of various types. I got up, went to the counter and asked for a beer for both of us.
As soon as I sat down, came a Negro all badly dressed with a baton in his hand and asked directly to Bruna:
- Would Madame like something to take the edge off ?
And she answered, still half-shy.
- No, thank you, you're very kind.
At this hour I could hear another fat man, who seemed to be the owner of the boat, also at the sink table ordering the boy at the counter:
- Oh, Almeida, you can start lowering the doors, because you're having a party here today.
Needless to say, that was a sign that they had already understood the message and knew very well what we were doing there. At this point, another, stronger, but more well-dressed denier, walked up to the table, and without the slightest ceremony, began to pass his hand on Bruna's thighs, looked at her and said:
- Look, madame, you've come to the right place to take what you like so much.
And then he took her hand and took it to his dick, and he gave her a gentle massage on it. It's amazing the volume that formed under those pants, and Bruna's hand being small, seemed to get lost in all that dick. At this point, my wife turned to him, already with a silly face, and said.
- What do you think I came here for ?
It's the same as asking if monkey wants a banana, right away, the Negro unzips his pants, and in one move he pulls that shiny manjuba out of his underpants, it must be about 10 inches long, and he says,
- Okay, how's that for a lady's pleasure?
And she punched the whole thing in the face and said:
- Let me try, this here gives milk because I want to drink a lot of milk today.
And he started trying to put it all in his mouth, I say try because I say again, how big that cock was, it looked like rubber. When I see, my wife was already on her knees, paying the biggest kiss for the man in the middle of the bar. This seems to have been the password, because the other 11 or 12 men, also began to come to the table and take off their pants. Once again, Bruna turned to me and said:
I'm thirsty for milk and I'll drink it straight from the fountain.
So, there I was once again, sitting in a corner, watching a bunch of cocksuckers out there, devouring my wife, making a bitch out of her.
After sucking all the cocks, without exception, including the fat one and the most poorly dressed one, even looked like a beggar, the leader of the group, the well-endowed ne'er-do-well picked it up and put it on the sink table saying:
- Let's get this bitch fucked, then she'll drink milk like never before.
And that's what they did, they started a turn of the pikes on her, until they came to a double penetration where the Negro would tie her and the others would take turns in the bucket. Suddenly, they were all lined up at the counter and she was on her knees, she started punching and sucking one by one. That scene was too much for me, so I took my stick out and started punching right there. At this time, I could hear a comment from one of them:
- Look at the horn, he's crazy to see his wife get fucked in jail...
Like the other time in Ilhabela, when Bruna felt that the guy was going to make fun of her, she buried the pike as far as possible in her throat and held it there, so that he would make fun of her directly and she could swallow it all. And it was like that with everyone, one by one was making fun of, and she with that face of a bitch, swallowed it all, she could see the movements of her throat when someone was making fun of her, she swallowed it all and still spoke to the guy:
- Your fucking is delicious, horny.
When the last one made fun of me, she came towards me and gave me a very wet and tasty kiss, I could smell the very strong taste of fucking, and the characteristic smell too, besides being aroused is obvious, it was then that I could hear:
- But it's not that the guy is a meek horn even, is taking fuck by table and still gets a hard-on.
At this time the denier still came with a joke on me, asking if I didn't want to drink from the fountain too and I was incisive in saying no.
Bruna cleaned herself up by putting on the dress, gave a quick haircut, because her face was clean without any fucking splash, telling us to go away.
And so it was that night that we realized another fantasy.