My name is Julio. A normal guy in every sense physically, but very perverse and morbid when it comes to sex with my wife.
My wife Mirian, beautiful, with a body blessed by genetics and polished in the gym, long dark brown hair, silky skin, hypersensitive breasts, and an ass to stop traffic.
Besides loving each other deeply and being very happy, we have a terrible secret from those around us. As for me, in addition to dominating and subjugating her, I enjoy handing her over to others, both men and women.
And she, besides being a great woman, person, wife, and mother, is very, very naughty when we joke around with other people.
After that fantastic weekend with Jose Manuel, we kept in touch with him, but as the months went by, we drifted apart.
Basically because we thought that both he and we had given our all that weekend, and repeating the encounter, something he desired with all his heart (which is normal), seemed to us like it wouldn't exceed our expectations, since we wanted sensations that were just as strong or different, in any case.
Both personally and professionally, we don't have the time or resources to regularly escape and indulge our sexual addiction.
This allowed us to have sex many times, and to give free rein to whatever would give us more morbid pleasure in our next encounter.
We created profiles on swingers websites, giving a reference to the type of men and couples that matched our preferences, and let the offers come in to see if any of them excited and motivated us for our next getaway.
We received all kinds of messages, from people who weren't up to the task, inexperienced people looking for a hookup, couples who wanted to have a drink and see if there was chemistry, couples who turned out not to be couples, in short, a lot of variety.
One Saturday night, after dinner, taking advantage of the fact that the girl was already asleep and before we went to bed to have sex, Mirian told me:
– Honey, let's see if there are any interesting messages, I'm especially excited and want you to see how they fill me with cock.
Knowing me, and me knowing her, I knew that if she told me that, I would already be predisposed to anything.
I opened the website and among several messages, one had an attachment named...
I opened it, and wrote verbatim:
"Hello, I'm Enmanuel. If you're a serious couple and want a woman who's really well-fucked, I'll give you something you'll never forget. She doesn't want any other man with me, she doesn't like any other dick, only mine."
It caught our attention, we laughed a little. We clicked to see his profile, but he didn't have any photos. We were a little disappointed. But he was online.
"What should I do? Should we tell her something?" I asked my wife. Meanwhile, I was caressing her vagina.
We were sitting on the bed with the laptop. Mirian had her legs spread open in her underwear, and the computer was between them, while I was naked behind her, resting my penis against her back.
Tell him something, but without a photo or anything, I don't really want to waste my time.
I clicked on the chat and told him:
Hello, Enmanuel, you wrote to us, but with a blank profile we don't know what you look like.
She wasn't responding, so we started watching porn and continued to reject her.
We were about to wrap up the computer session and get back to work when the message popped up:
– Hi, I don't take photos, if you're a serious woman I'll set up a camera and see if I can have sex with your wife or not.
Is your wife with you?
Fuck, let's go, how conceited is he? What will he see if he fucks my wife or not?
He seemed very self-assured to me; I thought about not even replying, but it hurt my wife's pride.
"What does this clown think he's doing? Tell him yes, we'll open the camera, and when he sees me and says yes, we'll tell him to take a hike for thinking he's so clever."
I had annoyed her, and that excited me and amused me at the same time; let's have a laugh, I thought.
First, a video conference.
In the foreground of our picture is my wife, in her underwear with her wonderful breasts exposed; we positioned her so that her face wouldn't be visible.
In his image, darkness existed, but without light.
Okay, serious couple, you're very hot, nice tits, you slut.
We saw him get up, the light came on, he walked around the computer, which was also a laptop.
Our eyes opened like plates, my heart began to pound, and I felt that sensation of absolute morbidity that I love so much. My wife shuddered; I felt a wave of heat flood her crotch as I continued to touch her.
It was circumcised, flaccid, black, very thick, and hung down almost to the middle of its thigh.
In a word, BRUTAL.
He was thin, very muscular, with very short hair, somewhat unattractive.
It left us speechless:
– Do you like white sluts? When you fuck me, you don't want another dick.
– I specialize in white prostitutes whose husbands are sissies and can't fuck well.
– You white guy, take her clothes off and I'll see everything, I think I'm going to fuck your wife.
We greeted each other, and I could see in his eyes that my wife had already been given over. If the black man were here, he would already be hers.
I put the PC on the dresser, we stood up, I undressed her completely, my wife was already letting herself be pleased. Enmanuel started asking:
– Put her cunt in the chamber
– Show your open ass
Open your mouth.
It looked like he was showing off the merchandise, and that's exactly what he was.
– Get behind the whore and give her a handjob, I'll give her a handjob.
I positioned myself behind her, began licking her ear and gently touching her breasts and vagina; I didn't want to directly attack her clitoris because she would have come immediately.
Enmanuel started touching himself; it was impressive to see such a large penis. He shook it, squeezing it forcefully. Suddenly we heard his voice; we didn't have a microphone, but he proved that we did.
– Did you hear me? I gave him an OK sign in response.
– Say yes or no, but she does, not you.
Do you like my white, fucking dick? Okay
Do you want me to fuck you? Okay
Have you ever had a black male? No
You know I can do whatever I want with you, right? Okay.
Are you serious or joking? OK OK
– Me, Almería, your husband brings this so you can feel like a real woman with me.
Mirian looked at me, she had been on the verge of orgasm for more than 5 minutes. She looked at me pleadingly, begging me to rub her clitoris, to mistreat it so she would come like a whore, while she longed to be the submissive one in the black man's arms.
– Are you in Almería or just a faggot and a whore warming up dicks? Increpo Enmanuel.
My wife moved away from me and moved the computer screen a little, so you could see our faces.
She looked at him with a slutty look, and made a gesture with her hand and head.
Enmanuel was astonished to see us completely; he already knew this wasn't just a joke.
– Keep touching her, let her run, and I'll give you my milk and we'll talk.
I grabbed my wife by the neck, spread her legs, and started stroking her clitoris hard. She couldn't take it anymore, she came in spasms and tremors, splashing the floor and soaking my hand.
– Your whore is very good, drink my milk.
And after two strong shakes, he released his hands, letting the python loose, and like a high-pressure hose, it began to shoot jets of semen.
A brutal rush, splashing everywhere, including the PC. His voice again:
Write down my number and call me now.
A chill ran through me; I didn't know what to do. Enmanuel cut off communication; it felt like someone was entering his room.
I kissed my wife, who was still very excited after seeing the spectacle of the spitting snake.
What do I do, darling?
– I don't know, my love, it excited me immensely, I'd like you to fuck me, but it also scares me a little, it's very primitive, I don't know. But even the fact that it's like this gives me a morbid thrill, and that cock, it's killing me.