Our Beginning

Our Beginning Hi, my name is Deborah, and I'm in my early 40s, and I'm married to a 53-year-old man, and I've decided to tell my story, or rather our story, after reading some stories here that are similar to ours. I'm Morena, I'm not well but I have an attractive body. My husband is thin, interesting and always said that I have a butt that attracts the attention of men. We have no children. I was raised very religious, I never had many boyfriends and I married a virgin. I was always a bit silly in terms of sex. About one or five years ago our relationship had cooled down. He didn't look for me and I felt like the worst of women. I was very worried thinking that he had found another woman and, with a lot of fear, I decided to stop. One night, in our bed, I asked if he didn't like me anymore, if he had found another because at least I wanted to know what was going on. He first told me that he wouldn't tell me because he was afraid that I would be angry with him. Alas I was very angry and insisted that he tell me because between us there was never a secret and even if I get bored I would forgive him because he was the great love of my life. So he said, "You know what, I think you're really hot, and I've always thought you were, but lately I've been thinking about you fucking some other guy! And he went on: "Once upon a time, when I read about liberal husbands who loved to see their wives giving to each other, I thought it was absurd, I didn't accept it in any way to be horny, but I confess that I got a hard stick of desire. Then, with the passage of time my concept about it was changing and taking on a form that I could never imagine, but the desire to think about my wife being touched and finally penetrated by another man took over me. The idea messed up my head. While I thought it was impossible to accept, it also filled me with desire, and that desire, I enjoyed masturbating so much I imagined you were taking four of my stick! And yet, when we watched porn movies and when a guy was fucking, I immediately imagined you in the place of the woman in the movie. I heard it all with my mouth open and I couldn't believe what he was saying to me. We argued, we fought and we didn't speak to each other for two weeks. As time went on, we made peace, and I began to look at my body more carefully, and I became more of a jerk, and I wore sweatshirts, shorts, tops, lycra pants, miniskirts, tight clothes, see-through, tiny panties. We continued with the same frequency of trances and with a lot of intensity. My once modest and shy husband began to look at me differently and even took intimate pictures of my body. And I felt that he was no longer the same man. I also felt different, as if I had awakened to a more free and unbiased sex. In our trances we began to question each other if we felt jealousy for other people and taus! Although he insisted that he would like to see me with another man in bed, which I did not agree, but giving line to his fetish with the passage of time I began to see the possibility as feasible, as long as it was with someone we both liked or that at least a mutual desire emerged, because every time we talked about it our transa was getting better and much more pleasant. I confess that sometimes while we were having sex I started to imagine myself given to other men that I felt attracted to and enjoyed with pleasure, without the guilt of being cheating on my husband, but I did not say anything about him, even not to encourage him even more. He began to rent movies where two men ate the same woman and began to ask in our trances to imagine that it was someone else with me or that he had another with us. Over time, I began to get tighter and my orgasms were more intense, but we never went beyond the imagination Until one day I spoke to him in bed: "Look that any time your head will weigh, heim! Are you willing if I become a real whore giving others pros is? Who knows? You always call me a whore who likes a fuck! Who knows I do not turn your fantasy into reality, because I like fuck I like a lot. That night, we climbed, crazy and enjoyed about 4 times, it was very good and different. We rested a little and I told him that I wanted to be a new woman, that I loved him a lot and that he would always make me happy and that he would do what he wanted. He, immediately, said that it was his dream to see me climbing with another man, I felt the same. I asked: "What if you are jealous? Or get angry with me? And he answered, kissing me a lot: "That will never happen! I know that you love me and that's enough!" And to my amazement he also said: "You know one thing! I think I can even arrange the ideal guy to eat you. I felt a chill go through my whole body, and I answered at once: "Don't joke, my love! I don't even want to think about such a thing! How can you? You yourself will arrange someone for me? And if I don't like it? He then hugged me and kissed me, saying: - I've already said my love, I want you very much and if it happens, do you have more to obey me, combined? I'm sure you will like it! Very curious, at the time I wanted to know who it was and he spoke: - It is someone I have seen you looking at him and has more, last week, when you were wearing that lycra pants all tight that lets show his panties under, glued to his butt I noticed he ate you with his eyes and the volume that had formed under his pants. It was an unusual thing, it looked like a piece of stick. The same way he ate you with his eyes I also could not take my eyes off that huge volume. He must be crazy for you! Aflita, I've already said: "Go! Speak quickly! Who is it?" My husband drew a naughty smile and said: "It's Lucio! That guy who lives downstairs. Nervous and sweating coldly I replied: "Are you crazy? He's our neighbor! It's all right that he's single and lives alone, but I think it's very dangerous! You're always talking! Lucius is a big black man who by the volume under the sink, the times I had seen him in the pool of the building, must have a huge dick. I was scared and said that I wouldn't stay with him, but my husband said that it would be good, that I would love to be eaten by a guy like Lucius! Still afraid, I answered: "Oh, my love, I don't know! What if he tells someone? You're crazy! Do you really dare to hand me over to him? And if I like it? Have you thought about it? And if he wants me again? With a hard stick and hugging me, my husband said, "First of all, don't worry, Lucius is leaving this building. He must stay here for a little over a month. He's going to work in Paraíba, he told me himself. He's a very discreet person, he won't tell anyone. And then, if you like him and he wants you again, I'll leave. Besides, I've invited him to dinner tomorrow at home. That night, we went to bed, and the hardness was written on our faces. My husband ate me deliciously, and after he went to sleep, I kept thinking about what it would be like to be touched by another man, even more a guy like Lucius. Well, the next day my husband left for work, and I decided to go to the supermarket to buy the ingredients for dinner. On the way back, as I was bringing some bags, I stopped at the elevator door, and I got the biggest shock when I heard Lucius's voice behind me saying, "Can I help? And already with some bags in my hands. When he touched my hand, for the first time, I shivered with such hardness, when I felt that huge, soft, warm hand touching me, I immediately turned red and he realized it. Thank you and we went into the elevator. As I entered the elevator with all those bags in my hands, it was clear to me that I was going to get in the middle of the car, and I tried to get out of the way, but I was not careful, and the other people were trying to get behind me. I who wore a short dress and glued to my body, could perfectly feel his hard mast on my butt, without me being able to avoid it, such as the tightness inside the elevator. At first I was apprehensive with fear that someone might notice, but soon I saw that in that circumstance it was impossible for anyone to understand what was happening. Little by little I felt my xana wet my panties. I had never felt a boner for another person, but just in knowing that he wanted me I did not restrain myself. I stood still and, taking the opportunity to adjust the bags in my hands, with gentle movements of the hips I tried to accommodate myself so that my buttocks were comfortably glued and attached to his pocket, delighting myself with pleasure and providing him with the warmth of my body. I could feel for a few minutes that thorax pulsating on my butt, below my buttocks, as if it was going to raise me from the ground. In addition to his warm breath on my neck, judging even more of my desires. Luckily, since I live on the top floor, it was just me and him again and I was able to get away. He took the bags to the service door, I thanked him without looking directly at him and heard him walking away and saying, "Then good night! I ran in and called my husband. I was shaking, my throat was wet and as soon as I finished telling him, he said to me on the other end of the line: "Our love, I loved to know! I'm having a hard time here! I still didn't understand anything, I replied: "Do you swear? Aren't you jealous? Our! You're more crazy than I could imagine! And he continued: "I'm crazy to come right at dinner time! And see you two together". It scared me and excited me at the same time! I didn't feel like I was cheating on my husband because he knew everything... and worse! It still gave me the most strength! Well, about 8 o'clock at night, just before my husband arrived I took a very relaxing bath and put on a white lycra dress, like a falling tomara, without laces. It's very short and fits well on my body almost showing my butt. A pair of high-heeled sandals to make me more powerful. I was looking at myself in the mirror, fixing my hair when my husband arrived, approached me, grabbed me from behind and I said that I was something crazy and that I was going to kill Lucio of will. And it still made me turn around, just looking and laughing with a stupid face. He went to take a shower, changed his clothes and I sat on a chair on the balcony, I couldn't stop being so nervous. After my husband came out of the bathroom and changed my clothes I saw when he walked towards the living room and then I heard Lucio coming. He closed the door and started a conversation with Lucio that I couldn't hear. At that exact moment, I felt like I had never felt before, because I was about to be fucked, dominated and handed over to a bad person that I didn't even know I was capable of and all because I had blocked my husband's wishes. I really felt a saviour and a tramp in front of that situation. I came to feel a cold in my stomach, but I had no way to give up before what was about to happen. I heard my husband call me saying that Lucio had arrived. I left the balcony and went to meet them in the room. Lucius was wearing a sleeveless shirt and tied to his body, revealing his musculature that until then I had not attempted, a moleton pants, shaved, and quite fragrant. I greeted him and disguised looked at my husband and said that I would go to the kitchen to get some drinks for us. He understood and immediately came after me. I was super nervous and immediately spoke softly to him: "Don't roll! My shocked husband replied: Why? And I told him that I had never been with anyone who wasn't him and even more in his presence. I really wasn't going to roll! He kissed me, squeezed me on his body and replied: "Ah! So that's how it is? He can let me fix it! But you promise me that I'll take care of him? I managed to answer everything? I'll get it all, after I've shocked him! I'll just put the shoes in the kitchen, and before I came back, I laughed and I had to myself: "How did you get the perfume out of your eyes, even before I had a flattering smile, and I had a flattering smile". After about 20 minutes of talking there, my husband's mobile phone rang, he answered with an angry face, hung up and said: "Come on! Something unexpected happened at my work that I will have to go back there! You can have dinner without me! I was stunned and Lucius then went right away saying: "Imagine! I came here to have dinner with you! We can leave it for another day!" At this, my husband took hold of his arm and said: "Nananooo, please! Stay! Deborah has prepared a special dinner for you! I super gracelessly answered: "It's true Lucius! If you want to stay? And my husband still spoke to him: "I ask you to stay! So you make company for my wife! I'll be back soon". He then replied, "Well, if that's the case...I'll stay! Please know that it's just for courtesy! My husband went into the bedroom to change and I went with him to the door. In the hall I said, "You bastard!... How dare you do that to me? You're going to leave me here in the house alone with him". Then he kissed me, squeezed my butt, and replied with an asshole's face: "Now you're without me! Enjoy it and do with it what you will! I'll leave! I only want to know everything later". Keep going. Kisses