You're the one who said you wanted to be a horn...

You're the one who said you wanted to be a horn...
(Text by Mar, mar000002@gmail.com If you are horny and want to talk about it, write me!)
It all started when we decided to spend a weekend in Praia Grande, at my parents-in-law's apartment after a very hot Friday here in São Paulo. We came home and packed our bags but the children whispered that they didn't want to go because of a little birthday party in the lobby of our building late Saturday afternoon.
My wife and I decided to leave the children with their grandparents so that they wouldn't miss out on a little party, and we would enjoy Saturdays and Sundays alone which was much better.
After a few years of this routine, it's wonderful when you can travel on your own without the kids and get away from that for a couple days and go back to acting like teenagers -- eating lots of pizza and sandwiches instead of good healthy food; drinking beer and coffee until we're half stoned, not worrying about staying sober enough to fulfill our role as parents...
When we arrived at Praia Grande, we were surprised by the presence of my sister-in-law in our apartment. At only 25 years old she was already married to one and lived for some time with another. She is a beautiful girl, hot and absolutely free when it comes to sex.
Some time ago, during a Sunday lunch, my mother-in-law began to comment in disapproval of the fact that some girl from Big Brother had admitted on camera that she'd already kissed and dated another woman. In quite prejudiced fashion, her remarks were something like: "It is funny you didn't just get into kissing and dating; she must have even gone to bed with the other one!"
We were all laughing at my mother-in-law's disgusted face when she said that, and then her sister turned around to say something like this: "I don't see much! I love men as well as women; whether it is kissing or dating or going to bed. I have already kissed most of my girlfriends on the mouth and whenever I find one who has a nice kiss, I go to bed with them".
My mother-in-law withdrew from the room in horror. My wife went after her mother and came back later, saying that she was crying in the bedroom. She began to reproach her younger sister when the girl turned around and said: "It seems like you were a saint too, isn't it, little sister? Does your husband know about all those things you planned before getting married?"
This triggered a warning signal in me, and I looked somewhat puzzled at my wife who kept talking to her sister but seemed not to care about what the other one had said.
When I had a chance to be alone with my wife that same day, I asked what her sister meant when she said it. Half angry and grumpy, my wife replied in an abrupt and rough way: "Are you going to believe some crazy girl? She doesn't even know what she is saying! She must have smelled everything and imagined things. If you talk about this again, I will think you are trying to buy fights and make trouble!"
We never brought it up again, but I was sure that my wife had prepared hers before the wedding. For some reason we didn't talk much to each other about our relationships until after we met and started dating.
I also know that she dated a guy for quite some time who was kind of cheating. From a well-placed family and with money in abundance, the guy didn't want anything to do with his job and lived on handouts from her. My mother-in-law once commented that he was always with other girls and my wife had suffered so much because of him. She said she got fissures in her face and became desperate whenever she found out he put horns into it.
One day I asked her why she had dated for so long, knowing that the guy made a fool of her, and she replied: "Do you really want to know? Then don't complain! It was pica love. I could not live without fucking him".
I hated to hear that, and we spent a couple of days in each other's company without exchanging many words apart from the absolutely necessary ones. Though I never said anything to my wife about it, imagining her fucking with his face and dying of hard-on was something which gradually changed from being an obnoxious thought killing me out of anger into something giving me some kind of hotness.
My wife had a great sex with me, but it wasn't hurricane in bed. She said that she always enjoyed when we made love, but I often doubted her. She didn't make any noise at all. When I mentioned this to her one day, she replied: "What did you expect? That I would have fun like an actress of pornographic films? Moaning and shouting loudly while talking:" Deeper... deeper... deeper ... ? You men think life is a porno film". Hello! It only exists in Hollywood, my dear! In real life people never do such things. A woman does not need to create scandal! <unk>
When we got to the apartment that day, my sister-in-law was walking around in her underwear and a big T-shirt on top of it. She sat relaxedly allowing me to see the pink lace panties she wore. Even without being able to stop and pay attention (unless I wanted to fight with my wife),
I don't know if it was just that, or because of the repressed urge to be naked around the house with my wife, which would not have been possible by the presence of my sister-in-law in this small apartment.
On the night of Friday to Saturday we slept fast, and there was nothing too much. My sister-in-law had gone out to meet friends for a picnic, leaving me and my wife alone in the apartment. I tried to have sex with my wife but she cut off my pretensions saying that her sister could arrive at any time. I didn't see my sister come home but it must be quite late. We all slept together in the living room because the apartment is very small.
On Saturday morning, I woke up to find my sister-in-law sleeping soundly. Her shirt had risen and the heat made her throw away the sheets. With my wife still asleep I got a chance to look closely at that piece of cloth covered with very thin transparent lace. I wondered what this pissy little meat would have gone through like experiences.
I thought it was better to get up and go to the bakery for bread, before my wife caught me looking at her sister with desire betrayed by my hard cock. I went into the bathroom and punched a handkerchief before washing myself out. Through the little window of the toilet I realized that the weather had changed. Although it was very hot, still, clouds and thin snow made gray day on Praia Grande.
I cursed the bad weather and left my apartment without making a sound, taking advantage of it to eat something in the bakery before returning home.
When I got there, my wife and her sister were face-tied to each other.
- You saw the way she was, didn't you?
"I'm sorry, love; but I couldn't help seeing. - I thought it would be much better not to lie". That is why I left as soon as possible, so that you and she wouldn't quarrel; but by the way it didn't work out.
My wife spoke very angrily.
When her sister left, we were talking about the weather. My sister-in-law asked if it was raining a lot. I said no and she told me that she had gone there because of a barbecue at some friends' house.
After breakfast, my wife assigned her sister to do the dishes while she bathed and washed herself.
"My dear little sister-in-law, I have long wanted a chance to talk with you alone. But I don't want your sister to find out about our conversation unless"... -I left the phrase in the air to emphasize my wife's fear of knowing it. She looked at me puzzled and I continued: "Remember that one time when you argued with your sister and said she had not been holy before we got married?
With a silly face, my sister-in-law laughed and said:
- You'll have to ask your little wife.
With a little urgency in my voice, for I feared that my wife would come out of the shower.
"There will be no divorce! I don't want to fight with her; I just want to know what she did. You know how closed and strict your sister is about herself. She'll never say anything to me. I swear, I won't argue with her. Tell me for the love of God! Say: Did she climb around a lot?
She seemed to have a good time imagining my wife being half-wit, not at all she was actually very well behaved unless you were with that ex boyfriend of hers who...
She stopped talking, which made me even more curious.
What did she do when you were with your ex?
She looked at me and thought for a moment before answering, I think she was evaluating whether or not to speak.
Isn't that what all lovers do?
- But that's not all, sister-in-law! I know you and my wife. You have a well kept little secret out there. Tell me about it and I will owe you one. And be sure to pay back my debts with interest!
I was trying to be as nice as possible. I knew that she could tell me a lot about my wife. But she wasn't hard-nosed. She was slutty, shameless, hollow head... but not a bad person. If she felt it might harm us, she wouldn't say anything. So I decided to encourage:
- To be honest, sister-in-law... I really wish my wife was like you.
She asked suspiciously.
I lowered my voice as if to tell you a secret: "When I was younger, I would die of jealousy for your sister". But now that our relationship has matured and sex is becoming routine, I'm dying to have a more liberal woman who can feel the most excitement and provide me with it.
She stood still for a few minutes, washing the dishes while I dried myself. Fearing that my wife would come out of the shower and prevent her sister's indiscretions,
Your sister's coming out of the shower and...
- I don't have much to say, but your wife and her ex-boyfriend were very hot in bed.
- How do you know that?
- Everybody knew! They were climbing everywhere. I myself caught them a bunch of times! Once, right here in this apartment, I went inside and found the two of them climbing. I was about 16 years old and died from erection watching both of them. My sister kept telling me to leave but they didn't stop climbing it. Imagine being 16, seeing that. If my sister wasn't so closed off, we could be more friendly... and talk about our lives together.
Realizing that the conversation was shifting to something I wasn't interested in,
- Did she make fun of her ex-boyfriend?
- She was joking like crazy! He wailed, he shouted... They were there on that couch. The guy sat with his legs open showing a huge bag and an ordinary but very thick pinto; she sitting over him, going up and down as desperate one. She moaned and screamed. And the language? Damn brother-in-law! Even I am not able to use the language she used with her face! "She said it and laughed.
Paying a little attention to me, she showed some concern:
- I don't know what my face looked like, but it was not supposed to be normal. She stared at me and laughed: "Did you get a hard-on?"
She stopped talking when we realized that the shower had been turned off. Afraid of my wife's reaction, I walked away and went to sit on the couch turning on the television in order to disguise even more. My sister-in-law and I knew about my wife coming out from the bathroom wrapping herself up in a towel and leaving with her body still wet all over the house; she left right afterwards without paying any attention to me or her sister.
Taking another towel from the closet, she rolled her hair and started talking with me about lunch. She didn't feel like cooking and wanted to go to some restaurant or something.
My sister-in-law finished washing the dishes and went into her bath. She was getting ready for a barbecue, then she came out of the bathroom prepared to leave. We never had another chance to talk about it again.
My wife and I had lunch at a restaurant near our apartment. We drank vodka cappuccino, ate some nice beef jerky and drank lots of beer. Walking back we felt the alcohol taking effect on us. The cold in our faces didn't seem to cool down the heat.
I couldn't get the conversation with my sister-in-law out of my head, and all that time I was imagining my wife mocking her screaming ex-boyfriend... rolling around in his fat dick.
We're on the street!
But you're my wife, and I have the right to shake this ass that I love.
My sister might come and...
Oh, honey, if she comes home and sees us climbing on the couch...
I'm not cut out for this kind of thing, neither am you or are you just being funny because my sister was wearing see-through lace panties this morning?
Of course the sight had been delightful, but to imagine my wife rolling over in another pin whilst shouting unimaginable obscenities of such passion made me much more excited.
When we got home, I decided to take a shower. I walked into the bathroom and there was this image of my wife climbing up like my sister-in-law had described it: My penis insisted on being stiff and mushy;
If you're thinking about my sister...
I was usually quiet and submissive to her, but when it exploded... I got so pissed off at the effort she put into getting my hard-on out that I said loudly several times: "Fuck you!
With wet eyes (ah, women! ... are hard and firm but just realize that they have passed the point and start to cry, wanting to soften us; but I was not willing to give in!) my wife said:
- You said you saw my sister in her underwear this morning.
- Go fuck yourself! - I repeated. I was really angry. - I don't see your sister as a woman! To me she is nothing more than a younger sister! My penis is you, stupid one!
I immediately thought it was too much to call her an idiot, but that's all there is. Damn it! I turned my back in the shower and waited for her to come out; then I realized she had closed the door. My erection had gone away and I came out of the bathroom drying myself off.
- You keep walking around like this, my sister might come and...
I spoke with a very angry tone, and she started crying.
I had just dried myself off, put on some underwear and a bermuda jacket and went shirtless out into the street... walked down the sidewalk full of life with my wife.
The storm had passed, and it seemed as if the sun was about to set. I walked three blocks or so and stopped at a kiosk. I ordered a beer and cheese from Milanese; I didn't even feel like eating but just stood there looking out on the beach drinking my own beer.
I was standing there about an hour ago when my sister-in-law spoke behind me, scaring me a little:
You didn't fight with my sister because of what I told you, did you?
I pulled the chair next to me and motioned for her to sit down.
She nodded and gestured for the waiter to bring her a beer. I continued talking while she took out some cheese and put it in her mouth.
I love your sister, really do... but she's too hard to deal with.
She stood there looking at the beach, and after hearing what I'd said to her, I could tell she was thinking but not saying anything.
- Don't get me wrong, but what you told me this morning shows that the woman of my dreams is there; she seems to be trapped by something imposing a lot of restrictions on herself.
- And it's my fault! <unk> My sister-in-law replied, leaving me a little surprised. <unk>My mother criticized me so much all her life because I am liberal and liberated... She spends her life comparing the two of us. When my sister married you then that comparison became even worse. You are the son in law of every woman's dreams who has no male children. You take care of her and my father; you can be affectionate as well! Take care of my sister like no man today treats a woman. Have infinite patience with her and your kids. He works like a son of a bitch to support his family with an almost luxurious comfort. Has been making progress in life, working hard since he got married; has even become partner at the company... If I told you that I'm proud of you too, would you believe me?
I got a little uncomfortable with the whole thing. It made me look like a perfect guy, but I wasn't; I had my frustrations (and sex life with my wife was one of them), a lot of fantasies that I didn't have the courage to realize, fears, insecurities -- things I wouldn't tell anyone about because I understood it was my duty to provide a quiet life for my family and not disturb them with my weaknesses.
- And why do you feel guilty about your sister's behavior?
Because she charges way too much to be exactly what my mother thinks is ideal... the perfect wife, mommy and daughter.
- She wasn't like that, was she?
No, she was just a normal human being who had the same horny feelings as everyone else and was an awkward teenager like everybody else wearing sexy clothes short skirts occasionally going out without her panties running away from home several times to go climbing with boyfriends.
Wasn't it just the one we talked about this morning?
- That guy was the biggest jerk in her life. <unk> She seems to have been touched by what she had said and looked at me, almost apologizing. She nearly said that my wife could not feel horny for me as I felt for him. Resolved to continue: "Once she and her boyfriend were inside the car, on the doorstep of the house, and her jokes were so scandalous that I bet my father and mother heard everything but decided not to touch it afterwards. I who was in the back room, listened! Couldn't help overhearing. But outside that one she fucked with many others. I don't think as much as I did". She smiled like a bitch, but she's had sex with lots of men.
We were silent for a while, and she finished her beer.
Don't go home now, I will talk to her.
What are you gonna talk about?
- Stay and drink your beer here. I've been wanting to talk with her for a long time now. We don't have so much animosity in our relationship, we can just be friends. <unk> She started walking away saying:
I stayed there for another two hours, curious about the conversation between them and even a little afraid of its outcome. Tired from doing nothing in that place, I decided to slowly return to my apartment, extending as much time as possible for their talk.
When I arrived, my wife was just in her underwear watching TV.
I took off my bermuda, left only underwear and sat down in an armchair. My wife called me to sit beside her. As soon as I was seated she came over; embraced me and gave me a kiss on the face.
We're not going to talk about what happened anymore.
I didn't answer anything. After about fifteen minutes like that, she got up and started getting dressed. Purposely I kept paying attention to the TV in hopes of making her feel a little guilty for this situation. Suddenly she appeared before me wearing an extremely short skirt and a racing blouse without bra. That outfit made her very sexy and my surprise satisfied her.
- My sister lent me these clothes.
I started to get a hard-on, seeing my wife dressed like that and thinking the weekend wasn't totally ruined. It was already dark outside; the sidewalk must be getting crowded with people strolling after some bad day.
- You go like that? <unk> I asked incredulously.
- Do you have anything against it? <unk> She asked showing concern. <unk> My sister said that you would like to. I thought she was wrong, but...
- No! <unk> I interrupted you quickly. <unk> You're great! I loved it. It is very sexy.
- But to go out like that...
- Don't worry, it looks great.
She was very pleasant. We walked down the sidewalk, I had a beer while she took two little cups of coffee that were so sweet and gave her the impression they were weak. That made her looser and happier. On our way home some boys (they were really kids! ... at most twenty years old) stared ostentatiously at her legs. Squeezing my arm, she whispered in my ear:
I had to take those capsules so that i wouldn't feel embarrassed wearing this skirt.
- You look very nice.
- But looking like a whore.
- Does that offend you?
- Doesn't that make you jealous?
Jealousy is for teenagers and insecure people.
And what do you feel when a man looks at me like that?
It's a delight to be married to a woman that men are attracted to.
"Without any jealousy?" she asked worriedly.
The kind of jealousy you feel in this situation only serves to spice up your boner.
Recalling how our little crisis of the day had begun, I lowered my hand and stroked her ass. A small squeeze on my arm indicated that she was taken by surprise and felt horny.
What a difference from the reaction she had earlier.
I took her by the hand and dragged her to the sandy strip on the beach, which at that point is not lit up. I continued pulling until we came near the tide line, passing several couples who were taking out some nets on the shore. One of the couple was kissing passionately and the boy had pulled the girl's skirt down to his waist. He opened his eyes as he saw us go past and seemed unconcerned about the presence of this older couple over there. Once again my wife pressed my hand and went back into my ear:
- Where are you taking me?
Unlike the previous behavior, she seemed to be actually excited about it. We stopped ten meters away from that last couple who initially didn't seem to care for us; they both looked at us just as I pulled my wife towards me and started kissing her voraciously. My hand went down into his butt and lifted up the skirt he was wearing, exposing him to anyone passing by or in the vicinity. The pair kept squabbling but with an eye on us now. My wife pretended to react without showing any real desire to change this.
Everyone's looking at my ass!
- That's for these boys to see a real ass, not little girls but women.
She was starting to like it.
I lowered her hand to my lapel and she remarked:
- Boy, this is tough.
- Take him out.
- Are you crazy? <unk> She spoke, but already lowering the zipper of my bermuda very slowly as if hesitating.
I unbuttoned my waist, which caused the bermuda to almost fall off. My dick landed in my wife's hand and she began slowly masturbating it. With her fingers I pulled her panties aside and nudged a free cheekbone. I found out that she was shaved, which increased my erection.
We were whispering in each other's ears.
She laughed and answered, biting the lobe of my ear sensuously:
- It's been a while since I shaved, right?
- As I recall, since our wedding on the honeymoon you were like this naked and then never shaved again.
- You don't like it?
- I love that!
- Why didn't you ask?
- Now I'm asking you, never leave her hairy again.
She whispered in my ear, laughing.
It's not awful, it is delicious.
She laughed, she was loose.
I repeated the question.
- The bucket!
I raised her thigh as she took my pinto and pointed it at the entrance of her bouquet, penetrating it with a groan.
- You're eating me! <unk> A few more moans, very low-pitched ones, before continuing: "He is eating me on the beach! He must have a lot of people watching!"
- That couple is watching and enjoying it.
She tried to turn around, but she couldn't. The movement however allowed her to see the couple who had stopped kissing and was watching us. From the quickness of their gaze, perhaps they did not notice that both were looking at us while the girl slapped a handkerchief on his face and he squeezed her bouquet. I told this to my wife who groaned louder and said:
- Are you showing my ass to them?
- I got it.
- And they're enjoying it?
His dick is so hard, and the girl's all twitchy.
My wife let go of me and turned her back to face the couple. The skirt was wrapped around her waist, and she didn't hesitate to lower her panties down to her thighs, bending over almost on all fours. She grabbed my trousers and pulled them up again towards her bottle. Now she could see the pair as we were climbing. The little couple imitated us. My wife pulled off the racing straps showing their breasts. A girl who had also been in a race did likewise. It was such an excitement that the boy and I dripped together quickly at about the same time. He started punching each other, she did the same and they both looked at one another while me and him watched our females in heat madly horny.
Without saying a word, the boy and I began to pull ourselves together. I adjusted my underpants that were all rolled up in my groin, and put on my bermuda. Slowly and with sensual movements, my wife bent down to drag her panties back into place. The girl stood up and only then did I realize she wasn't wearing any pants. Also very slowly, as if wanting to prolong this moment, she was putting away her skirt which had also been wrapped around her waist.
We started to walk out of there and it was only when we passed the couple that my wife lowered her skirt completely, winking at them.
We were walking home with a sense of urgency, our excitement had just begun and we wanted more.
And it was!