My Japanese wife cried in the role of the Brazilian boy.

Anyone who has read my first story knows that more than twenty years ago, we were living in Japan. And here, for the first time, my wife who married a virgin and only had sex with me, ended up trying a little Japanese. Although embarrassed, she liked it. I'll tell here how it was her second time with another. Mika, my wife, is still beautiful in spite of her age. She's 5'9", thin, a daughter of Japanese, smooth skin and a little white, very sexy. Maybe the Eastern blood has made aging much slower. I'll admit, it didn't even bother me to see her give it to someone else, it just happened, it was exciting, it served to increase our erection in bed, we started to have more sex, remembering that adventure. After that, we contacted several guys, menage candidates, and she looked at the pictures without much enthusiasm, and she only showed interest in three of them, but she said she didn't want to do it again. Unbeknownst to her, I kept in touch with these three, and one of them seemed like a nice guy, trustworthy, polite, and since he'd never fucked a Japanese woman, he was crazy to fuck my wife, and he was willing to meet us. I explained that she wasn't willing, but he could try, and the deal was that I would make it easy, with no guarantee that it would result in a transaction, that she would be dependent on it, that it could only be a friendship, which was the accepted condition. His name was Ed, 19 years old, a college student, with some European blood, and Mika once said that he wanted to see what it was like to fuck a non-Oriental man, although he was afraid because of the size of his dick, which was usually bigger than an Oriental's, and the boy, white, light brown, was the ideal type, and the face had pleased him. In February of the following year, we went to Brazil, as we do every year. Our hometown is in the interior of São Paulo. On each trip, to do some shopping, we stayed a few days in the capital, the neighborhood of Liberdade, in a Japanese hotel. This time, I booked the first day at a hotel on Gloria Street and the next at the hotel we always stay at, on Galvão Bueno Street. When we arrived, Mika complained about the hotel. I could see that this hotel also received couples for programs. I apologized that our hotel was full and we could only go there the next day. I'd secretly booked the apartment next door for Ed, and we'd agreed that when we'd go out, I'd knock on his door discreetly, so we'd bump into each other in the elevator. Ed started talking to us, and more to Mika, who, fortunately, didn't even remember having seen his picture, because we were still in Japan at the time, and she had seen the picture of a bunch of guys, and from the way she liked him, I knew it had promise. The three of us walked around, and I'd get away whenever I could, and let them have their privacy, and Mika was more comfortable, and it seemed like she'd known the boy for a long time, and we'd had a lively conversation, and she even suggested that Ed join us for lunch. Back at the hotel, at the door of our rooms, I noticed the way he kissed her on the face, almost a little bit, his belly glued to her, which didn't seem to bother him, on the contrary, he let his hands stay on his. - Yeah, he seems like a nice guy. You know he had a girlfriend and she broke up with him a few days ago? - Oh, is it? - Yeah, and... I don't know if you noticed, but he likes me. She said it half hesitantly and facetiously, feeling that way because she had been courted by the boy. You know those Peruvians playing the flute in the plaza, and then when we stopped to watch, Ed came up behind me and shoved me, and he was rubbing the deal up my ass, and it was hard as a rock, and it looked like a big chunk of... It's not pleasant to imagine that the guy who's about to fuck your wife is more gifted. Did you like it? - He's cute, and I don't know. If he wanted to fuck you, would you give it to him? I don't know, she seems like a nice person, I guess, I don't know, maybe. - Didn't you say you wanted to see what it was like with a Brazilian one day? Yes, there's a chance. Tomorrow we'll change hotels. If it is, it has to be today! And you won't mind? - If when you hit that japa I didn't think it was bad, it won't be now, right? - I don't know if I should... - Look, I'm going to say hi and ask him to come here. I left before Mika's back was turned, heart racing, living in anticipation of realizing something planned, wanted and feared, the exciting fantasy of handing over one's wife to another male, and also, the pressure of social conventions, since we were raised to own one's spouse, the taboo of not sharing her sexually, of wearing a horn... I knocked on the door of the next room, told Ed I'd give him a break, taught him that if he could suck her dick, then the transaction was guaranteed. She doesn't do anal, okay, and if she does, just with condoms, okay? I left the hotel, went for a coffee to calm myself down. I made an appointment at a magazine stand, looking at the covers and bought a newspaper so I wouldn't be bored. It had been a while. I thought it was time to return. The anxiety to see how things were going was great. If I delayed too long, I would miss the best. If I arrived too early, I could spoil everything. Oh, cruel doubt! I went to another magazine stand and did the same thing. Ed had had more than enough time to seduce my wife. If I hadn't gotten anything, it was because it wasn't going to happen at all. For a moment I even thought it wouldn't be so bad. I went back to the apartment. The door was locked. Since I had one of the key cards, I opened the door. And what I saw, it made the record fall, my wife lying on her back on the bed, all in one piece, with Ed's head between her legs, him in his underwear, sucking on her pussy with pleasure, moaning with pleasure, and Mika was making fun of him in his mouth, and it certainly wasn't the first time. She was so ecstatic that she didn't even notice my arrival. It was only when she got up that she noticed my presence. She looked at me as if asking permission to continue. The pleading look of someone who is overcome by desire. It gave me a strange urge to say no. Although a little jealous, I agreed. It was what I wanted, wasn't it? Wasn't it all my fault? I gave a yellow, half-reluctant smile, nodded positively. Mika then tried to lower Ed's underpants, which he twisted on the hard mast, and as he released them, he gave a quick jerk away from the trunk, frightened by the size and thickness of the roll, which was much bigger and thicker than mine or that of the little Japanese boy she'd slept with. The swollen veins, the whitish extension, half crooked upwards, the dark, almost purple head sticking out, compared to what I see in porn movies, it wasn't even that gigantic, for her who had that thing in front of her face, it should look huge, scary. She picked it up timidly and admiringly, then began with a little kiss on the glans, poked the tip, feeling the thickness and hardness, more confident, began a kiss, savoring the experience of having a big stick at her disposal. He played with the skirt, taking strong sighs from the boy. Instinctively, he began to move his hip, trying to punch her in the mouth. In one of them, the stick went deep enough to make her choke and cough. Immediately, she stopped. Ed was all horny and ready to go, so he took a condom out of his pants pocket, threw it on the floor, and put a cap on the cacette, and you could see that the desire was so strong that the stick pulsed, so much desire, and that lump of flesh heating up the condom looked even bigger. You know that feeling when you're faced in real life with something you see in the movies, a mixture of distortion, a desire to escape from reality, that it's just a pretense, that it looks real, but deep down you know it's not? That's how I felt when the harness settled between the legs of my sweet little wife, looking for penetration. I haven't gotten used to it yet and I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing her giving it to another. I looked at my wife's face and noticed her expression of pain and fear, I think when her head went in. It's pretty tight, even for my dick. It closed its eyelids tightly, welcoming a younger, stronger male inside it. For a moment, I wasn't sure if it would intervene, doubting that it would hold up. I looked at Ed's butt. The way it was snug and tight, it should have taken a lot of force to get in, and it was completely buried inside it. Mika was breathing hard, releasing all the air from his lungs with each push, which little by little, was getting faster, turning into bombs. My wife began to moan, releasing some strange "ains" to the rhythm of the punches. His cock, going in and out, in a deep way, must have been widening his delicate shin. Time for me seemed to go on and on. I don't know if it was minutes, it felt like hours. It was an indescribable sensation, but it excited me to the point where my dick was exploding hard. The ED bombings were still loud and intense. The bed creaked as if it were alive. Mika's groans became louder. I was concerned to see her there, beneath him, all passive, being possessed in a voluptuous way, and I was only relieved to hear her pleading, Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, what are you going to do, what are you going to do? In all our years of marriage, I can't remember seeing her crying with a hard-on, her voice altered by libido, being eaten by the rolling mole, her pussy shallow, and I calculated that the tip of his broken dick must be pounding on the entrance to the uterus, the clanging of clashing meats echoing in my ear. The sounds of copulation were complemented by his "uhh, uhh" gutturals, with her moans now filled with "ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh", new to me in his trances, my wife's white legs spread wide, her heels pressing against his thighs, almost at his buttocks. I noticed that she had an intense orgasm, pulling Ed all the way inside her, contracting every muscle in her body, and then relaxing and letting go, and still crying hard for quite a while until her breathing returned to normal. Even with her all moldy and delivered, Ed kept poking and puffing heavily, and when he was joking, he said a lot of, like, "Japanese hot", "you're joking", and other things that I didn't quite understand. She ran to the bathroom and went home. Embarrassed, came back wrapped in a towel, picked up her clothes and then, took Ed's, handed it to him, as if asking him to get dressed and go away. Ed, still with his sweater full of shit hanging on the pole, understood the message. He put on half a mouth and went to his room. Mika came to me and kissed me, saying that she only loved me, as if to apologize, and as I took off my clothes, I said: It's all right, Mi, but now you're gonna have to make me look good, too. - Oh, honey, I've got a burn on my shin, it still hurts, can't you do it later? - No, look at me! I showed her my hard stick, ready to go in, and resignedly, she took off her towel, lay down on the bed, and said, But take it slow, okay? I went over, feeling the smooth skin still warm from the contact with the other. Even a few drops of water that had stayed in his lower belly did not erase the remnants of who had just been eaten by another male. I prepared to enter. I looked at his mouth and saw redness on the open lips. Ed had even broken my little Japanese. When I penetrated, my dick went in easily. I didn't even feel my dick inside it. I don't know if it was my impression, but it seemed much wider than normal. I took off the dick that came out all sweaty. I threw my underwear on the floor and cleaned the bug and also the wet pussy. When I put it back in, this time it came in, stretching the walls of the xanax, and I was relieved, it was tight as ever, and Mika had had so many orgasms as Ed, she was super lubricated, and I was so nuts, I ended up making fun of her, and I fucked her. About six o'clock, Ed knocked on our door, and I opened a window, and I heard, - You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you? Before I could say no, Mika came running, opened the door wide and all smiling said: - Come on, get in there! Result: Ed ended up banging my wife twice more! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * PHOTOS: Leave an email in the comments that we sent other photos of her.