Rose, Carlin and the Negroes

My name is Rose, I'm 38 years old, married for fifteen years, two children of 10 and 12 years, husband executive, take care of the house and the children, I have a maid. My husband travels for business frequently and my mother loves to be with my children, so I can have some free time to, from time to time, live some adventures. My husband is one of those who works a lot and does not give me much attention and does not call for example if I stay alone for a few days in our beach apartment on the Riviera de São Lourenço, on the coast of São Paulo, maybe some of the readers know. I have a kind of double life: mother, wife and housewife on my normal days; and, a free woman to have sex from time to time. I have a gay friend, he works in the shop where I buy my shoes. I met him the first time I went there and tried to show off to him when I was trying on shoes, crossing and uncrossing my legs so that he could see my underwear. He told me discreetly that there was no point in showing off to him, because his business was something else. I didn't hesitate to ask, "So, what was his business?" and he answered with one word: black people. I replied that we had something in common, because I love black people too. We laughed and from that we became friends. I invited him for coffee and asked him what he did to attract black men. He told me that he had a friend who could use the perfect bait to attract men, if he passed for her husband and they both ended up screwing the dudes that she could get on the Internet or with Carlos to eat. I heard about his wife on the Internet, and I thought that's not exactly what he was looking for, and I thought it was affectionately. I had always thought that a deer friend could be very useful, especially to give me cover in some adventures, but I did not expect to get as much with Charles, as the reader will know. Before I tell you how one of the craziest adventures of my life happened, I want to describe myself: I'm a 38-year-old woman, middle-class, 1.60m, 55kg, light brown, short hair, who takes care of herself very well, who wears discreet clothes (I have to keep up appearances), I don't do the Peruvian style, I'm very discreet and I'm sure that when people see me they think: there goes a housewife, a mother and a devoted wife. That's exactly how I like to look. As I said, I have an apartment on the Riviera de San Lorenzo, a place frequented by the middle class, and down the beach of San Lorenzo, bypassing the hill of San Lorenzo, you come to the beach of Itaguare, which is practically deserted, without houses, which is about four kilometers until you reach the river Itaguare that flows into the sea. Often my husband and I, on our walks, go to Itaguare and it was one of those times that, seeing a couple in the water practically having sex and who then went to a small armed tent in a clearing in the woods, that I kept imagining a very exciting sex on that beach and during the whole walk while my husband was talking I don't know what, in silence I kept imagining this sex, I got so excited that when we got back to our apartment I seduced my husband who didn't want to have sex and practically forced him to eat me, of course while we were having sex I lived in my imagination the fantasy I had in Itaguare. So I asked my gay friend Carlos to help me realize this fantasy. I like things well done and planned in detail so that everything goes smoothly, because I can't take risks and Carlos was very helpful and effective at that point. Carlos ended up inviting three people he knew because they had sex with him and his friend, they were trustworthy people, according to him, but I wanted to meet them, not in person, but face to face. Carlos ended up arranging a meeting with them at the Shopping where the store he works and I could meet them by seeing them without being introduced. I love the atmosphere of excitement that the expectations of a trance, I have already begun to fantasize the three: Octavio, Hermano and Augusto with me and Carlinhos, my fake husband, veal, fucking madly. We bought everything we needed: a tent, one of those big ones for four people, mattresses, beach chairs, refrigerator and everything to set up our "love child" by the sea. Carlos took it upon himself to set up camp on the day, it was November last year on a hot sunny day, but the beach was practically deserted, it was a weekday. On the appointed day I went to my apartment on the Riviera de San Lorenzo, my husband was traveling on business and my children stayed with my mother. In my apartment I dressed in the conventional way, a normal bikini and a long shower outlet, kind of dressed with side openings. In the morning, around nine o'clock, I went for a walk on the beach and I went to Itaguare beach, the walk is long, more or less four kilometers from my apartment to the agreed place. At the agreed place the tent was armed and the clutches were arranged, but as we had agreed the Carlinhos was not there, nor the males he arranges. I went into the tent, I got naked, and I put a lot of almond oil all over my body (I love making love with almond oil all over my body, it makes the skin sensitive, it makes it easier to touch and rub and it prevents the discomfort of sweating. I stood outside the hut, sitting on a beach chair without a bikini and only with the bath outlet. In the distance I saw the four approaching, the three blacks and Carlinhos. Fortunately on the beach at that moment there was no one within a radius of at least two kilometers. It was very exciting to stand and watch them approach, those black bodies, strong, only of sunga, they took about fifteen minutes that served to excite me and make me wet just imagining. Carlinhos made the presentations, at first we were, as usual, a little shy. It was eleven in the morning and to break the shyness we served ourselves with beer. Then I said that I wanted to pour almond oil on their bodies, so Carlinhos and I began to caress those passing in all beautiful males, who shone even more in the sunlight. It was a delight to hear those beautiful black jackets harden and break the boundaries of the sungas they used. The atmosphere was already relaxed and Hermano the most uninhibited, perhaps stimulated by the beer began to speak in a more aggressive way and already called me "our whore" and Carlinhos, "our veal" and the others began to have the same behavior, I love to be called a whore, without shame and names like that. We walked into the cabin, which was comfortable for the four of us, it was one of those cabins that allowed us to stand, and it was lined with mattresses, before entering we washed our feet so as not to get dirty with sand, Carlinhos had brought a twenty-liter bottle of water. Carlinhos stood near the door to ensure that we had privacy and there I delighted in my three wonderful blacks. The only thing that bothered me a little was the condom (I don't do anything without it). I ate kneeling in the middle of the three sucking and punching their cups, feeling them pulsate in my mouth and in my hands, then, after standing, I stood in the middle of them in a trifold sandwich and felt my whole body and places being caressed by all those strong hands, the almond oil easing the tightness of our bodies and melting on our huge faces as we stroked each other in a beautiful kiss, and I knew that I wanted to find those strong little black breasts coming out of all parts of my tongue. Everything happened with the madness of the horny, but at the same time in a smooth and rhythmic way, they were really professional. Carlinhos watched everything from the door of the tent, but worried about watching. He warned that someone was passing by the beach, so as not to attract attention, I quickly put on the bath exit and I was with him sitting in the chair outside the tent, the blacks stood behind the tent quietly. When the person passed by, without suspecting anything, I went in again and the three of them were lying down and I did not know which cock to choose to ride, what was in the middle was the prize, which delighted to feel that stick tear me to the knuckle, I had hardly adjusted the cock inside me, I felt that one of them wanted to eat my tail, in a double penetration that makes me mock many times and almost faint, of course I left, although the two sticks are big. My tail was prepared for a tasty cock (I had even done a small wash in the rectum in the morning and put glycerin suppositories to leave everything clean and ready to be used and abused), riding and food being cheated I sucked the third cock, which was standing. Carlin masturbated at the door and certainly imagined being in my place. The two joked almost at the same time, I had already been joking like crazy, and in the rush out of them, I lay on my back and got in the sketch the biggest fuck of all, I had purposely left to be the last. Switching condoms, the other two, were now being sucked by Carlinhos, who couldn't resist just watching. Octavio who was with me joked madly and I a few more times. We were all sated, except Carlinhos who had already hardened the two cocks that ate me first and now began to take one of them in the ass while sucking the other. The atmosphere was relaxed and they already called us whores, deer and everything else that males like to call us when they fuck whores and deer. The beach was deserted, it was the middle of the day and we decided to fall into the water, we tried to be discreet because someone even from afar could notice if we were in the water together, this did not stop me from hugging and kissing and caressing madly each of my wonderful black ones. We returned to the tent, refreshed, took a spray bath with a small pump that we had brought and poured more almond oil all over our bodies, we were ready for another round, before a few beers to complete the refreshment. Now, more uninhibited and confident, I proposed that they simulate a rape and that they catch me and Carlinhos in the act, we would resist, shout a little (not too loudly) and finally give in to those delicious cacets. So we did. They moved away from the tent, I and Carlinhos sat on the chairs, they approached and talked that they wanted beer, and they already began to say that I was hot, that Carlinhos was a deer and that they wanted to eat both...We got up from the chair, they came close to us and it was a delight to feel that strong hand of Augusto holding my wrist and wanting to kiss me, I resisted, I even spit on him, he slapped me in the face (lightly of course), I fell inside the tent, he came over me, violently, while Carlinhos, on his knees, was obliged to wipe the boots of Hermano and Octavio, after which Augusto enjoyed (having fun) the two of them pulled me clear and pulled me from my ass and made the two of them eat and the three Carlinhos were also violent to the extent that it was delicious and painful to give. Exhausted, the three of us slept in the tent, which, despite the midday heat, was cool, for Carlinhos had set up his tent in the shade of a tree. Lying in the middle of them I continued to receive caresses, kisses and sucks on the breasts and on the cheek and once again we made love, tired but not satiated I lay down and each of them ate me while I and Carlinhos sucked the cocks of the other two. After three rounds I was satisfied and as we had agreed I would return to my apartment and they would take care to raise the camp. In the farewell warm and delicious kisses, I went into the sea for a bath alone, as if to return to being the well-behaved housewife. On the way home, a 50-minute walk, I kept remembering every detail of that crazy transaction, and when I got home in the hot tub of my bathroom, I took a delicious bath and of course masturbated letting the jets of water massage my little cheek and my butt were deliciously sore, and I spent the rest of the afternoon sleeping the relieved women's sleep. This past summer I went back several times to walk along the beach of Itaguaré, alone and with my husband, each step a memory of that wonderful day. Anyone who wants to know me can write to my email <unk> [email protected] <unk> or to my veadinho, husband pretends to be and producer of tranas, the Carlinhos, in the email <unk> [email protected]. We're waiting for you. Rose, the whore of Itaguare.