The New Friend of My Husband by Elen Regina I

My name is Elen and my husband's name is Rodrigo. I'm 32 and he's 35. We've been married for 10 years and we have two beautiful little girls. Our life together has always been very good. We are a very happy family and we get along very well with our daughters-in-law, fathers, in-laws, uncles and aunts. We belong to a traditional family and our relationship with two is even better. We are of the "health generation". Rodrigo is 1.75 and weighs 80 kilos. They are the best-beaten 80 kilos in the city because he attends a gym three times a week. He's handsome. He's dark, he doesn't have a beard or mustache, he has black eyes and even darker hair, slightly wavy. I'm fair, very tan, because we have a good-sized pool at home, where I go every morning. I'm a little shorter. I'm 1.65 and weigh 58 kilos. My wavy hair is light brown to shoulder-high cut. My eyes are green and I have medium and very pointy breasts. My waist is well marked because I have wide hips to a very protruding bundle. It's my trademark. When I was young, I was embarrassed by the looks I woke up in the street, in school, in church, even in church. Yes! I had a very strict upbringing. My parents, like all descendants of Catholics, and all the fervent Sundays, had the ritual of going to Mass with my mother's long-sleeved gown, and when I noticed it, I walked around the ship with a heavy rainbow. My husband and I have always had complete freedom with each other. In bed, our relationship was what could be classified as great. He, who also came from a religious family, was super respectful and had already taught me everything he knew about sex. Once, shortly after we were married, he tried to have anal sex with me, but I felt pain and refused. After that day, perhaps for fear of annoying me, he never insisted on it again. We had sex almost every day. We always started with our mouths. Our hungry mouths would slide over our bodies and end in a classic half past nine. Then he would penetrate me with his beautiful, six-inch-long by four-inch-wide cock in every position. My favorite was when he grabbed me from behind, me with my knees wide apart and leaning on the bed, my chest crushed against the mattress and his mouth practically inside the pillow so that he could stifle my cries of pleasure. At these hours, he would kneel behind me and with both hands pressing hard on my buttocks he would fuck me like crazy, enjoying inside my tight little face or sometimes taking it out by poking my ass on my back. Between one transaction and another, we would be kissing and exciting each other, talking a lot of bastards, one in the ear of the other and we could always manifest our fantasies. One of my husband's fantasies that at first left me worried, but that over time, became "ours" was the fantasy of the <unk>trois-menage d'Alibé... Now, I notice that every day, more and more of our fantasies are going to be realized through this conversation, which is a great distance between our lovers. It would come into our heads whenever we got aroused during our trances and we would always whisper in our ears how nice it would be to share our bed and our madness with a third person. Even though fantasizing about a threesome would bring us to the height of our arousal, I need to clarify that I am a super jealous woman and that I have never accepted, not even for fantasy or for fun, that one day we could share our bed with another woman. This was very clear in our relationship from the very beginning, let alone allowing my husband to go out with another woman to do any kind of show that involved sex or romantic feelings. At this point I am radical and I warn: If it happens, I will turn into a freak. We were doing very well with this way of spicing up our relationship until we met Claudio at a lecture that was being held in the amphitheater of the university where I work, and the topic of the lecture was "recovering pastures", a subject that my husband, who is a rancher, is very interested in. Although my work at the university is linked to the chemistry department, I accompanied my husband to attend the event. Claudio was an agronomist who had been hired by a cooperative in our city to implement a new sales system in the company and was there representing the board of directors. As soon as we arrived, he was introduced to us by one of my colleagues, Leila, who was the head of the zootechnics department at the university. My colleague asked us to keep him company for a few minutes because she was very busy with the organization of the event. While we were talking with Claudio, I noticed that he did not take his eyes off me. My husband also noticed and, after my colleague returned to call Claudio to go and sit in another place, he complained to me saying that I was very well and that, while I was talking with Claudio I kept a constant smile and sacana from my face. I answered jokingly that, after all, the guy was a "cat" and that he was not of iron. To give a "tchan" in the conversation, I told him with a smile and with a sensual voice that maybe he was mad, we came to spend half an hour of our conversation, and I was worried that Rodrigo had died. The talk ended at about 11 p.m., and both of us left hungry because we had not eaten dinner. We went straight to a pizza parlor. While we waited for the waiter to serve us, my coworker and Claudio entered the room and, upon seeing us, walked toward our table. I noticed a slight discomfort in my husband but he was very kind. He got up and rearranged our seats and invited them to stay with us. We made our orders and soon we 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 companion better. After a few moments of chat, we found out that he was Leila's cousin and my husband discovered that he and Claudio had a lot in common. They were both born in S. José do Rio Preto and were fans of Palmeiras. Claudio, who had lived in Rio de Janeiro for the last 20 years because of his delicious accent, was also a flamenco player, a team that my husband liked. They both practiced underwater fishing, loved beach volleyball and adventure films. In addition, they both had a collection of weapons. Claudio told us that he was single, 37 years old, and that he had rented a penthouse in a newly built building in our city. While the conversation was going on and the wine was being tasted, Claudio's leg brushed against mine several times. At first, I backed away, but then I let it roll and there were many times when he rubbed his right knee against my left thigh, barely covered by the mini skirt I was wearing, not to mention the looks he gave me. Afraid that my husband would notice something, I reminded Rodrigo that it was getting late, that our daughters were alone at home and that we should continue the chat another day. On the way out, as we said good-bye and headed for our cars, Claudio invited us to dinner the following week, and Rodrigo got in the car and drove quietly until we reached home. Once we were in bed, we started talking about the night, and suddenly he asked me if I had felt any desire for Claudio. I was a bit scared, but I don't know if it was because I was a little bit nervous, I said yes. That, to tell the truth, I had become a little wet with desire for that man. He was the same size as my husband, of course, blue eyes, beach tanned and must have been used to a completely different kind of life from the bottle that we carried inside. Taking advantage of the embrace, I also said that I had been very excited by the interest he had shown in me. While I was talking, I fell in love with him and we ended up having a delicious transaction. That night, Claudio was the imaginary partner of our sorority Rodrigo. I must have liked it very much, because surprisingly, he managed to give me two, one behind me, without removing the inside, which was not the usual. Three days later, Leila called me to say that Claudio had taken a great liking to us and that he had asked for our phone number to invite us to dinner next Friday, the day she, unfortunately, would have to be traveling to Campinas, where she is doing her master's at UNICAMP. In the evening, he called and talked for many minutes with Rodrigo. The conversation must have been cheerful because Rodrigo gave a good laugh. Then he wrote down the address and Claudio's phone was left to confirm if there would be conditions for us to be in the city on the day of dinner. When he hung up, I noticed that Rodrigo became a little strange and ended up calling Leila. After discretely probing Claudio's life, he hung up and didn't talk to me about the matter. I stayed on my own. On the appointed day for dinner, Rodrigo called me from the office asking if I was willing to go to dinner at Claudio's apartment. I said yes. That I saw no inconvenience and that it might even be fun to meet new people. At 2 o'clock that Friday we were entering Claudio's attic. Rodrigo was wearing jeans and a blazer. I was a bit more capricious. I wore a red one, up to the knees, made of a very soft and thin fabric, with the waist well marked by a lace attached behind and that, in addition to the semi-transparency, had a neckline that highlighted my very small breasts and still left my back almost completely naked. Below, only a pair of panties of the same color, well-buried and transparent, almost a dental floss. I wrapped it all up with a very thin and well-worn heel that left my already bulging belly further up, marking my right footwear even better. The dress had a waistline from the waist, and if I went a little further down this side, it would be extremely sexy to have this knee extended 30 cm further up and to the right, and if I went a step further up my right thigh, I would be extremely sexy. As soon as we arrived, I was surprised to find that we were alone and that we were the only ones invited to dinner. I was half intimidated but after the first glass of white wine I was already laughing at everything we talked about. Rodrigo and Claudio soon got together and talked a lot. They were so enthusiastic about the chat that I went up to the terrace and stayed for a long time alone admiring the city from above. Half an hour later, Claudius called us to the table that was set up in the dining room. He showed himself to be an excellent host. The table was very well set and he revealed himself to be a great cook. He served us a delicious fish that was accompanied by three bottles of a famous German wine. After dinner the atmosphere was already completely relaxed and we all went into a comfortable and spacious living room, decorated with extreme taste and where there was a huge glass mirror that took up almost an entire wall. It was in this mirror that I saw that my face was drowning. Really, I was anxious and excited to be there with two men who, I knew, were about to fuck me. I let myself fall on a soft couch, Rodrigo sat down in an armchair and Claudio put an orchestrated and very romantic CD to play, then filled our glasses with more wine and sat on the other end of the couch. The subject, becoming more and more relaxed, soon slipped into the life of the single man. Claudio smiled and said that it was a bar. Sometimes the loneliness hurt but that until then, he had not found his soul mate. Rodrigo, somewhat ironically, asked her what a soul mate would be for him. He, without hesitation, looked at me and said: "First, she would have to be beautiful, charming and sexy like Elen and then she would have to accompany all my follies". I blushed and my husband, smiling, wanted to know what those follies would be. <unk>- Well", he said, <unk>- I'm single to this day because I haven't yet found another female who, at the same time that it was all that I've already said, still had the same ideals as me. Ideals of freedom that, I believe, would make the marriage much more attractive. <unk>- "How so?", I wanted to know, <unk>- What would be these so mysterious ideals of freedom?" <unk>- Well", he began to explain, <unk>- "Marriage, as it is organized today, is a hassle. The feeling of ownership that one spouse develops on top of the other, jealousy and routine, end up with anxiety. After a short time there are both bitterly impressed by their frustrations and enveloping their most secret desires. " He smiled at my ex-husband who had abandoned me in our house. I think my husband had come to me with some ideas of freedom that, I believe, would make the marriage much more attractive. <unk>- "How so?", I asked, <unk>- I wanted to know, <unk>- What would be these so mysterious ideals of freedom?" <unk>- <unk>- Well", he began to explain, <unk>- "I've been here with my husband for a couple of months, but he came to see me, <unk>- I've been hanging with my husband, <unk>- I thought, <unk>- What would be those so mysterious ideals of freedom? 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 and whispered to him, "Honey, who told you I want to get away with anything?" Upon hearing this my husband kissed me and made his hands slide up my butt and started a circular motion with both hands, making the light fabric of the dress slide over my panties. I could feel his pussy totally hard between my legs and he was going down his mouth through my neck and my lap, almost making one of my breasts jump out of the dress. I opened my eyes and noticed that Claudius was smoothing himself over the clothing to which his member was already warming his pants. It was at this moment that the CD came to an end. " - What a pity... now that it was getting tasty " I said smiling at them. My little husband looked at me full of desire and said: " - So no!, if that's what you want, leave it with me ... " and left towards the equipment to put a new CD. I went to the dressing room and took some more wine. Returning to the center of the room, I kicked my shoes to a corner and I was dancing to the sound of an imaginary music, sensuously bending my hips in front of Claudio who continued to smooth out the immense volume that had formed in his clothes. When the sound invaded the environment I stretched out my arms in his direction and said: " - It's now your turn to make me stay... " He looked in the direction of Rodrigo I saw my husband who had made that classic sign of Christmas, "Smile King", gently taking me in his arms, trying to make me smile, "Smile King", then he came in my direction, trying to make me smile. I went to the heavens and immediately hugged him by the neck with both hands entwined in his neck and pulled him to fit all that volume in the middle of my legs at the same time that I lifted my right knee between my eyes to the right side of his body, leaving my thigh totally free for his eyes and hands. I felt a real flood in my underwear when he also gave me "that joint" with his left hand, under my clothes, holding me directly by the butt, making me feel small in his arms. I was afraid of Rodrigo's reaction, because we had not agreed on anything about the possibility of a concrete involvement with Claudio. We had even worked with our minds. None of us had even thought about the possibility of working with our bodies. At the same time, I pulled my legs out of my body without fear, with my right knee over my shoulders, leaving my thigh completely free for his eyes and hands. Then I pulled my thighs out of my thighs to the right side of his body, leaving my thigh totally free for his eyes and hands. Then I went to my husband, holding me directly by the butt, making me feel small in his arms. I was afraid of Rodrigo's reaction, because we had not agreed on anything about the possibility of a concrete involvement with Claudio. At the same time that Rodrigo pressed my pussy against his pussy, supported by his two hands on my butt, I arched my body back and I was just taking off his shirt. Then I began to open his belt and zipper of his pants. When the zipper threatened to pull me in, I straightened my body and began to kiss his hairy chest, biting his nipples and went down with my mouth, as I knelt in front of him. Already kneeling on the floor, I finished opening his pants and descending with the panties. Immediately, a huge guy jumped out and practically gave me a whip in the face. Slowly, until I knew the sound of my husband's cock, cocked with that wonderful tool, I was just taking off his shirt. Very close to the pocket, Rodrigo was pulling me in. After the zipper, I straightened my body and I began to kiss his hairy chest, biting his nipples and went down with my mouth, as I was kneeling in front of him. Already kneeling on the floor, I finished opening his pants and lowering it with the panties. Slowly, a huge guy jumped out and practically gave me a whiplash in the face. Until then I knew the sound of my husband's cock, cocked with that wonderful tool, I was just getting rid of his shirt. Very close to the pocket. After Rodrigo was pulling me, I straightened my body straight and began to kiss his hairy chest, biting his hair, biting his hairy chest, biting his hands, biting his nipples, biting his nipples biting his nipples and then I went down with my hands, and I felt like a biting my husband had a piece of his hands, and then I had a little artwork, giving Clutting my hands in the other hand, Clutching, and I felt that my exheld my hands, I felt that my husband was still had a little bit of my breast, and then I had a little bit of my stomach, I had a bit of my stomach, C. When Claudius was completely naked, I pulled him to the floor and he lay on his back on the carpet with his coccyx very hard, shiny with my saliva, pointing upwards. I held that beautiful mast between my fingers of my left hand, leaned with my right hand on Claudius' muscular chest and, with a shudder, I squeezed his cock into my mouthpiece. I had my back to my husband but I could see him through the huge mirror that made up the decor of the room. Rodrigo, still stroking his own stick, wouldn't miss a shot. When I noticed that the head of our friend's stick was firmly fixed on the door of my mouth, I, leaning on the tips of my feet, took my left hand also to Claudius's chest and rolled and lowered my butt, very slowly, making sure to keep it steep, forcing Claudius' butt back, so that my groin was wide open, exposing myself as much as possible to my husband's transfigured gaze. It took me more than three minutes to swallow that whole snake, and when I felt the balls of his bag against my butt, I started a slow backward motion. The bastard in Claudio, realizing the spectacle we were giving my husband, grabbed me by both buttocks, opened my ass as far as he could reach, stretched out a finger until it reached my muzzle, and after licking it a long time in my viscous moisture, took it to my kitchen and played with it, very gently. Although I was not used to that kind of affection, I confess that I felt a very good feeling. As I said, our experience in anal sex had come down to a weak approach by Rodrigo at the beginning of our marriage. Now, I was beginning to think that we had missed something. But it was crazy. I stood in that lift seat, swallowing and putting out Claudio's huge cock in my little mouth for more than 25 minutes. There were moments when Claudio held me up, leaving only the head of his cock stuck in my mouth and I was mad with the desire to swallow that cock to the stump. At that time, moaning, I begged him with a crying voice: " - Don't do this to me ... bury this hot cock deep in my little mouth ... not Jewish of her ... " And then, in a slap, he pulled me down hard, at the same time, arching his right body, it was buried and all at once in the bottom of the well, knowing me completely, then entrapping that cock completely, until I knew only the cock. The feeling of being faithful to Rodrigo behaved like a completely different bitch, until I felt ashamed and ashamed of my husband, who had been completely faithful to me that day, until I was completely ashamed and ashamed of my husband. I was speeding up my movements, and between the screams and groans from both sides, Claudio and I had an unforgettable orgasm. It was a cinematic orgasm. Exhausted, I climbed on top of Claudio and I went to lie down next to him. I was so relaxed and sated that I faded. I ended up dozing with my head resting on the arm of the man who had made me laugh so intensely. I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, I realized that someone had put a pillow under my head and spread a sheet over my body, and I felt that my jaw was swollen and all spanked. I heard voices. I wrapped myself in the sheets and went to see what was going on. My two men, already well composed, were sitting on the terrace, talking about their favorite subjects. They had already removed the table, piled the dishes into the kitchen sink, and were having a liquor. I looked at them for a long time with a lot of tenderness and felt very happy that they got along so well and, why not, made a thousand plans for the future. I gathered up my clothes that were already lying on the back of a chair and went to the bathroom where I took a comforting bath. Only after getting dressed did I appear on the terrace to call Rodrigo to leave. They talked a little longer, but then they stood up and began to say goodbye. Claudio gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said, "Thank you very much for everything, princess. You are a delight", I replied. "We are grateful for your hospitality. I hope you will give us the opportunity to reciprocate, one of these days". Rodrigo joined in the conversation and, smiling, said, "You can make an appointment for yesterday, if you want, because next time, I don't want to end up in hand". We all laughed and my husband and I went home happy that we had fulfilled our fantasy. Or rather: part of our fantasy. As our car slid along the road to our house, I said, in a very soft, almost hoarse voice: " - Love, I don't want you to be hurt with me, but I have to confess to you that I enjoyed it a lot, in fact, I enjoyed it so much that I thought I was going to die! " Rodrigo gave Hope a laugh and said: " - My goodness, we came here for this, didn't we? I would be annoyed if you told me, now, that I hadn't enjoyed it, that I hadn't liked it or something like that. If you liked it, fine! "- I didn't like it... I loved it... " was my answer. "- I was just annoyed that you didn't participate. Why didn't you come together? You didn't say that you wanted to do a "menage a trois" with me and another man there?" He left me very happy to answer: "Well, who told you that I didn't? I enjoyed it too. I didn't enjoy it until I saw you standing there in front of your revan, where I almost sneezed, but I'm not sure what the effect it must have had on you". Keep going.