The boss of my little husband

Hello, my name is Elaine. I'm 1.68 meters tall and weigh 52 kilograms with light brown hair blue eyes small breasts little face like a silly girl big bellybutton whiplash deliciously tight ass married for four years to an amiable 35-year-old cornucopia generous understanding who has learned over time to encourage my fantasies my biggest problem is cheating on my husband with very gifted men especially in the thickness of his limbs I love anal sex but only do it with my lovers, because I like to have my ass ripped by a really big and very thick cock, something that my husband can't do since he has a dowry considered normal for many women but which for me is far from ideal. During all of my single life I was an unassuming little girl in the family, had slept with just one guy before my husband, but after getting married I decided to release all my desires and fulfill all my fantasies, found out I always wanted to be the slutty whore I am today.
Nowadays my husband knows, approves and encourages the realization of my fantasies by participating as a spectator in some of them.
My husband had been trying to get a promotion for some time, but those endless business meetings at our house in the middle of Friday were already wearing me down. They would spend hours discussing work and when they'd finished their business affairs with each other, drink up and continue talking about work. Invariably my husband went to bed late too drunk to do anything else except sleep, which frustrated me deeply because I had all that fire from 22 years burning inside me clamouring for one delicious night of sex. Carlos, my husband's boss was about to be transferred to Rio de Janeiro and would leave his job in São Paulo vacant. My dear husband hoped that he would nominate him for his place, so he went out of his way to impress him with his efficiency and exaggerated kindness. Carlos is a 45-year old man far from being handsome, tall, rude, loud talking, rough gestures ... He always left our house last. He had just divorced but showed no sign of being sad or confused, it seemed even happier without his former wife. What irritated me most about him was the fact that he is extremely idle, arrives at our house and starts ordering me to get ice, serve a whiskey or prepare an appetizer as if I were his wife or maid. The worst thing is that my husband instead of cleaning up the household did nothing; on the contrary, told me to be nice to his boss because it wasn't difficult for him to please Carlos and win his sympathy.
At home I like to be at ease, that means being only in my underwear which is always tiny by the way because I love wearing panties that are tucked up into my butt. That night I was wearing a transparent t-shirt that didn't hide my breasts and revealed the indecency of my pants completely buried in my bellybutton waiting for my husband to finish his meeting and come to bed eating me very tasty. It was more than 2:00 am when my little man came to the room calling me to go to the living room to drink with them. He was so drunk that he didn't even notice I was almost naked, and insisted on going. There were already an empty bottle of whiskey and another half-empty one on the dining room table. Carlos had his shirt open and sat comfortably on the couch. When he saw me he smiled maliciously and immediately poured out a dose inviting me to sit beside him. He drenched me, looked frankly at my breasts, passed his hand over my leg, nearly grabbed me there in front of my little husband. I got up and sat down next to my husband pretending nothing happened. Carlos kept drying me out, wouldn't take his eyes off of me. My husband was excited, they had closed a big deal, he was closer to promotion and his boss was at home drinking with him. The drink (he has always been weak for drinks) made my hubby talk through the elbows. Carlos spoke little and no longer even disguised himself, passed his hand on his stick over his trousers, staring fixedly at me. It seemed as if it were eating me with its eyeballs. I felt my wet mouth... My drunken hubby talking without stopping... His boss draining me by passing his hand across his cock ... I couldn't take it anymore and got up saying that I was going to the kitchen for more ice. Of course Carlos came after me, as soon as I entered the kitchen he grabbed hold of me, pressing against the wall and giving me a daring kiss. His tongue penetrated my mouth while his hands walked over my little body. His stick, hard like stone, seemed to want to tear off his trousers. I tried to react to this unexpected onslaught but he was very strong, holding my arms and making me kiss him. That gave me even more stamina and then I started collaborating. I opened up and felt his dick rubbing against my little pussy, though hidden by the pants I could tell it was an unusually large one, like a hand poking me hard as rock powerful... that's all I needed for that night. Carlos grabbed my wrists, opening my arms, leaning on the wall with his mouth open onto my nipples he licked my breasts and bit off my tits like some hungry savage (for sex) driving me crazy but then I remembered my husband is in the room My husband kept talking non-stop, Carlos more than ever just looked at me. I tried to arrange a way of having that man for myself. I mustered up the courage and talked my husband into inviting his boss over to sleep in our house arguing he'd been drinking too much to drive. My husband, despite being drunk, agreed with me and offered the guest room to his boss. It was logical that Carlos would agree right then and there looking straight at me said:
- I'll take it because I really am in no condition to leave here like this, and if you don't mind,
I handed him a towel and went to prepare the guest room. My husband came over, thanking me for being nice to his boss. Little did he know that my intentions were different...I told my husband to take a bath and wait in the bedroom while I finished making our guest's bed. I deliberately waited until Carlos arrived. As soon as he saw me he took hold of my arms and gave me another breathtaking kiss, threw me on the bed and started climbing up onto me. He stood up, dropped the towel and showed me his stick saying:
You don't leave until I make fun of you.
He didn't have to send me twice, I knelt on the floor in his room and grabbed that chest with both hands and started sticking my tongue into this swollen little head. His cock wasn't so big -- it must be about 18 centimeters long but was very thick, an exaggeration of thickness exactly how I like it. It didn't take more than five minutes for me to feel the jets of hot fucking inside my mouth. Holy crap! I almost choked but drank it all, leaving that wonderful cock clean. I left in a hurry, letting my new lover rest and recover his energy and went back to my room. I found my husband snoring as he slept soundly, tried to wake him up, but he really was "sleeping horn sleep", leaving his little wife free to fool around with another man. Without wasting any time I returned to his boss willing to give him the best possible treatment. Carlos was naked, the sight of his pause even soft ignited my fire. I took off my sweater and panties and went over to him kissing from head to toe. His cock gave life signs and became completely hard, again sucked tasty as if it were a delicious giant picolé. He turned me around, opened up my legs and put his tongue in my pussy. I enjoyed one, two three... His little spoon played with my clitoris ... The bottom on my pussy ... It nibbled my ass ... How sweetly he licked me! I begged him:
- Please eat my bucket!!! I want to feel you inside me!!!
What's the matter, your husband doesn't eat you right?
He can't stick, his dick is too small for me...
- You like the big stick, don't you?
I screamed so loud that I was afraid to wake up my husband and all the neighbors. His heavy body on me... his dick going in and out of my pocket ... his strong hands squeezing my breasts. I enjoyed a lot more times hearing him call me whore, little puppy, cow ... saying now I am his and will do whatever he wants with me. He lay down backwards with this pause pointing upward and told me to sit on it. Now I was moving freely, going up and down violently on Charles's dick, super-excited, my wet little face made that fat mast slide into me without any difficulty, rolling like a hottie making the stubborn male play inside of me flooding my pussy with his sperm giving me another wonderful orgasm.
If there is one thing that makes me completely submissive to a man, it's getting slapped in the butt. I like being dominated, I like to be treated as an ungrateful little whore, I love having a male overpowering me even if he uses some violence for this. I pushed my butt and received his slaps with groans, rolling lightly, giving signs of approval. The strokes of his tongue on my tight pussy increased in intensity just as the taps became tapers, bursting into my buttocks and making my twins turn into screams of pain, desire and pleasure. He put me on all fours and knelt beside me. Put his stick in my mouth, held my hair with one hand and kept hitting me with the other. With each slap I shouted but my scream was silenced by his dick which, taking advantage of the fact that my little mouth opened up more, thrust it down to my throat violently. My bundle was burning... His stick harder than a rock ... My bucket soaked... I rolled around... cried out... yelled... sucked... grabbed at him and made fun of him. I was making fun of my husband's boss's staff inside my mouth while he took my beaten-up bunch into his hands. What excited me the most was what he said:
I've been wanting to eat your ass for a long time, and you will never forget it.
Still at 4, he took a position behind me, grabbed my waist, placed his dick in the entrance of my ass and forced. His cock was so thick that the head did not want to go inside. He pushed hard, pulled me but I didn't get into it. He got nervous and hit again on my butt, harder than before, called me a tramp, told me to steer your butt and force. I could not stand still, when his stick began to enter felt an immense pain and ran away. It became more angry, furious. He held firmly on my waists and was pulling me while pushing its pike. I started struggling and screaming, making a real scandal but it didn't help. In one firm and definite strike his dick went all the way into my asshole completely breaking up my little butt. He stood still for some moments but then he began to punch... Punching...punching...every time harder. He pulled out almost everything and buried it back in my arse. I was enjoying myself so much that I could not do anything other than moan. He would pull me by the waist towards his body with such violence that it seemed like he wanted to break me in half. The only pain I felt was no greater than the pleasure of that "fuck". Carlos was giving me pleasure, lots and lots of it, just what a little whore like myself needed. All along he'd be scolding and teasing me about telling my hubby he was horny... That his wife liked to give her ass off to other people... That she would tell everyone at the firm who had fucked me... It made me hotter, thinking about my husband sleeping in our room while I was carrying this pussy around with me. He played hard on my buttocks leading me to one last orgasm. I fell half faint, exhausted from so much mockery with my male on top of me and his dick pulsating and expelling the last drops of sperm inside my asshole. What a wonderful feeling it is to feel a big man's cock pulsing in my butt! I was satisfied, fulfilled and completely broken. I staggered into my room. My husband hadn't moved at all; he was still asleep, oblivious to the smell of sex that my satiated body exuded.
I took a delicious bath, stroked my pussy and kisses while being busted open by the boss of my little husband.