My boss, Salvador, has a reputation for being a womanizer. I didn't really believe it, even though he was a handsome, strong man with a deep voice like an AM radio announcer and the manner of a soap opera heartthrob, like Tarcísio Meira. And I was told that in addition to hitting on women, he used his influence to sleep with his employees' wives. They say it's a kink he has, and he uses his power and status to achieve his desires. I didn't think he needed to use influence to win over women, or even go after his employees' wives. He was rich, confident, successful and divorced. And I thought so until the day he met my wife. That's when the going got tough and I realized I was in danger of becoming a cuckold.
Giselda, my wife, is a café-au-lait brunette with long, straight brown hair, emerald-green eyes, and a sculpted body. She is very pretty and hot. At sixteen, she was already Miss Spring Queen in our city. I met her and dated her when she was seventeen, and we got married the following year. She studied and graduated in business administration, like me, but she prefers to work in the unisex beauty salon she opened with her sister. We have been together for five years now and she has always been very dedicated and supportive. I have always been a bit of a rascal since I was single. I always liked to party, and I also had a reputation as a player. But after I got married, I changed a lot. I became a serious professional, focused on progress and getting ahead in life. I am a faithful husband, and I was happy with Giselda. No wonder, I married a gorgeous babe, and I was the envy of most men who saw me with her. My wife has always been very open to everything, she loves sex, she learned quickly, she has no pretensions, she has never been shy, and with her beauty, she has always known how to stand out. At first, I was a little jealous of her liberal and independent way of being, she gets along with everyone, makes friends easily, and has always been very coveted. But at the same time, because she is very faithful, I have always been proud and satisfied to be the lucky man she chose as her husband. Since she could have chosen whoever she wanted.
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Giselda said that in the beauty salon the women gossiped a lot, and she ended up finding out about the lives of many people in the city, and the dirty deeds of those deceitful people who in society seemed very honest, but in private, were full of secrets.
And there were also men who were clients for hair, beards, skin cleaning, manicures and pedicures, and they also talked about betrayals and scams. She confided in me what she heard about secrets and betrayals of couples she knew. Therefore, she was well informed about these intrigues in the city.
Until one day, we were at the supermarket, it was Friday night, buying some fish to grill on Saturday. Salvador appeared, greeted us and I introduced Giselda, my wife, to him.
Well, let me introduce myself first. I'm Sevio, I'm 30 years old and I've been married to Giselda for four years. That day at the supermarket Salvador said:
— What a nice surprise! Did you keep your beautiful wife a secret? Congratulations!
And to Giselda he said:
— All that's missing is being a good cook! Then Sevio hit the jackpot!
She thanked him. And said:
— Tomorrow, Saturday, the husband will be the one cooking. We came to get fish for him to cook on the barbecue.
Salvador didn't lose his momentum and told me:
— That's right, you have to treat a princess like that well. She deserves it. Are you good at cooking too?
I didn't want to, but I couldn't help but invite:
— Come over to my house tomorrow and have lunch with us. We'll hang out at the pool.
He thanked me and said he would go. And in fact, he went to have lunch at my house.
After he walked away, Giselda commented:
— This is your boss? The one they say is the biggest stud in town?
I didn't even know she knew him and I asked:
— Huh? Where do you know that from?
— From the salon. Many women have already commented on it.
My curiosity piqued:
— Oh, really? And what do they say?
— He's a total loser. He's separated or divorced. His ex-wife cheated on him with the company driver, and he found out. He separated from her. He felt bad, they say he was in a bad place for a year. The company almost went bankrupt. Then he went to a therapist for treatment and when he came back he had changed. Now he just wants to have fun without any commitment. And he gets with everyone.
I commented in amazement:
— Wow, for those who didn't know, you know even more than I do.
Giselda smiled and joked:
— Don't doubt women's ability to gossip, and a salon owner is even better informed than most, as she hears from all sides.
I agreed with her and we did our shopping. I didn't mention the subject again. And it passed.
The next day, we woke up late, I stayed to clean and season the fish, and Giselda made a beautiful salad of boiled potatoes, with watercress leaves, mint leaves, chopped tomatoes, chopped radishes, chopped red peppers, and kani-kama, which looked very appetizing to accompany the fish. And she made rice in tomato sauce, which turned out beautifully. At 12:30 p.m. I turned on the barbecue and prepared some fish wrapped in aluminum foil to keep it from drying out. I took the opportunity to open a large package of cashew nuts as an appetizer.
Salvador arrived at my house at two in the afternoon. It was just me and my wife in the pool and we were already having a barbecue. I thought he would bring someone with him, but he arrived alone. He was wearing white soccer shorts, the kind that are thin and light, and a European team's tank top. And designer leather sandals. I noticed that he liked to show off his bulging biceps thanks to anabolic steroids and regular pull-ups at the gym. For someone in his fifties, he looked very good, without a belly and in shape.
I took him to the poolside patio, where Giselda was reclining on a plastic fiber lounge chair, sunbathing in a yellow bikini top, small as she likes to wear. But underneath she was wearing delicate shorts in lemon-colored Lycra mesh.
The Savior greeted her and took a good look at her, admiring her, and let out one of his usual gallantries:
— Wow! I can't stop saying it. What a beautiful wife you have, Sevio. She's definitely the most beautiful wife among all the employees in my company!
Giselda thanked him for the compliment and got up to get a beer for her guest from the kitchen freezer. She walked across the patio to the kitchen and, as she swayed naturally, I noticed that her shorts were already reaching her delicious ass and the lilac panties underneath were showing, making her even sexier. Salvador watched intently. I was a little jealous of the way he looked at me, but there was nothing I could do about it. Giselda had always been like that, relaxed and at ease. And she liked to be admired.
We started drinking and nibbling on some meat that I had already roasted and chopped. The conversation was relaxed, we talked about the pleasant day, the barbecue, the tasty and tender fish, and the nice cold beer. Salvador said:
— People are often happy and don't even know it. Happiness lives in good moments like this, when we are enjoying a good barbecue in the company of interesting people.
And so as not to miss the chance, he quickly added:
— Interesting and beautiful people.
I didn't even answer, and Giselda just watched, already knowing what he wanted.
After the second beer he excused himself and went to the bathroom. When he came out Giselda called me and said:
— Honey, did you notice how he doesn't take his eyes off me? He doesn't even try to hide it. Glazed. He seems fixated.
I had noticed, but I didn't want to be rude to the guest. I said:
— Calm down, my love, it's just the way he is. You're beautiful and very sensual in those clothes, and he's a bit of a pervert. Let's pretend we don't care.
The Savior returned from the bathroom and continued telling stories, keeping our attention on him. It was typical of people who want to command, dominate or show off.
Sometimes I would stay a little further away, at the barbecue, preparing and turning the grills, and I couldn't hear their conversation. But when I returned, the conversation continued normally, with my boss increasingly excited to share his travels and knowledge. He was happy to be able to insinuate himself to Gis.
Until he had to go back to the bathroom once more and Giselda told me:
— Honey, this guy is a tease. He's always hitting on me, every chance he gets. And you're either pretending not to see it or you're just being silly. Does he think he can just because he's your boss?
I was honest and explained:
— Look, I don't know what to do. I'm trying not to get into trouble with him, because I want to get promoted. That's why I'm ignoring his shamelessness in our house. If I had known he was going to abuse me, I wouldn't have invited him to lunch.
Giselda said:
— Well, I'll let him think he's covering up. If it's for a good cause and for his promotion, I'll help.
I thanked him and said:
— I know you know what to do, and I trust you, I leave it to you.
She shrugged as if to say "leave it to me" and then added:
— It's not really worth throwing away, who knows, maybe I'll take this 70s car for a spin?
I found it funny and teased:
— Deep down, you're just enjoying the harassment from Rolando Prego.
Giselda laughed and replied:
— Rolling yes, nail no. Have you seen it? It looks more like the handle of a hammer.
We laughed because we always liked to joke around and talk nonsense. Gis had noticed that he had a big dick. Women are quick at that. She went back to her lounge chair.
Salvador also returned from the bathroom and we continued to drink and eat. It was already past 4 pm, but the sun was still strong.
As we drank the beers, we started to relax more. Music was playing on a JBL speaker that I have, and that helped us to relax. At that point, Giselda was already a little drunk too, and missing the ceremonies a little, she asked:
— Salvador, you are known as a very fickle man, you date many women and don't stay with any of them. What is the reason?
He smiled wryly and replied:
— No, sir! Call it you. This is just gossip, they love to invent things about me. I don't date anyone, in fact, I date everyone I can. What I don't like is to keep the same company for a long time. After I separated, I decided that I wasn't going to have a steady partner anymore.
We found the way he responded funny. And he asked:
—But where did you hear about my achievements?
Giselda explained confidently:
— I own a beauty salon. It's worse than the CIA. There, everything is talked about, commented on and known.
He did not give up:
—But I bet the ones who talk bad might just be jealous of the ones I stayed with, or angry that they were replaced. I don't see any harm in changing partners.
He took a sip of his beer and continued:
— I don't deceive anyone. Most people go out with me because they feel like it. I don't blackmail or hold a gun to anyone's head. I just show interest in them. And they feel like it. The gossipers are the ones who help the most, because they spark interest in others.
Salvador paused again, and then, laughing mischievously, said:
—But I don't deny that if I can, I use my pistol very well. They like it.
We ended up laughing at that mischievous way of his.
Giselda, curious like every woman, asked:
— They say you were cheated on. Is it true? Is that why you broke up?
Salvador scratched his head, nodded in agreement, and replied:
— It's true. The damn thing found someone with a bigger and tastier dick than mine. And who fucked better. It was my driver, a well-endowed black guy.
I tried to contest:
—But being gifted isn't everything!
He smiled mischievously and replied:
— When a woman likes sex, and likes to give it to a good eater, there's not much you can do. If she likes to vary it, the way to do it is to let her enjoy it. It's stupid to try to hold it back. But at the time I didn't know anything about what I know now, I was really inexperienced and bad in bed, and I lost her. I fought with her and broke up. I was very hurt, I felt like crap, and I lost all my charm. I was very angry with her. But deep down I loved her very much, and I've never been able to like anyone else again.
I didn't expect him to talk so openly about what had happened, nor to be so open about it. I liked that and I saw that Giselda was also looking at him more closely. She asked:
— So you think you would react differently if it were today?
Salvador confirmed by nodding his head:
— Of course. I felt that she really liked me, but at the time I had no idea that I was still bad at fucking, and she was much more experienced. She was a very hot woman, just like you, and very fiery. If I had forgiven her, I would have learned from her. It was thanks to this trauma that I went after learning how to live. But when I learned, she had already left.
Giselda and I were amazed, getting to know a side of him that few knew. I said:
— Boss, I swear I had no idea about this hidden side of you. I had another impression of you.
He smiled and in his usual foul-mouthed way said:
— You only see the hotties I fuck, but you don't know about the cuckolds I have.
We laughed and I tried to soften it:
— If you're single, you don't have horns.
He laughed even more:
— You're wrong. I do have one, and a big one. Once a cuckold, always a cuckold. Never leave.
Curious Giselda has already asked:
— What's that? Explain it better. I don't understand.
Salvador scratched his head again, and then began to tell:
— I caught my wife having sex with my driver in my living room. They didn't see me at the time, but I was shocked. Even though I was shaken and very angry, I watched in secret, and without knowing why, I felt incredibly horny watching that incredible fuck. He was fucking her for real. I had never made her cum like that. The black guy was really good at fucking. I left feeling upset and when I came back that night, after crying and letting go of all my anger, I went to talk to her. I couldn't understand why she had given herself to him. And to my surprise, she said she loved me, but I didn't give her half the pleasure she had with him. She explained that with the black guy, it was just sex. I couldn't understand that, I didn't accept it, and I made her leave the house that same night. I threw her out. I was upset. I fired the driver and spent a few months locked in my own world. Angry. I didn't even want to work. My company almost went bankrupt. But the worst of all is that even today, when I remember her fucking the black driver, I get excited. It was a spectacle. So, I went after learning how to be a good fucker. Today I would even pay to see her with the black guy again. I changed my mind.
I couldn't believe he was confessing that without the slightest fear. Giselda listened attentively to everything. I asked:
— So you confirm, as they say, that being a cuckold is something that turns you on? Did you feel turned on by it?
He smiled confidently:
— Of course. Anyone who has the courage to let his wife fuck someone else, to have pleasure with others, is a much more confident man, sure of his masculinity, much more of a man than most, who knows that no two men are the same, just as no two women are the same. People are conditioned, from a young age,
to believe in exclusivity and monogamy. Nonsense.
He stopped talking, but we didn't say anything. He took a sip of his beer and continued to explain:
— It's like having the freedom to taste fish, beef, eggs, pork and other meats and flavors. Sex doesn't take away anything, it doesn't diminish anyone, it only adds wisdom, experience and knowledge, as well as pleasure. If I had known then what I know now, I would be happy with her, and certainly a much more satisfied cuckold.
I couldn't take it:
—Would you accept sharing your wife with a lover, or more than one?
He let out a genuine smile:
— Of course. I love having other partners, changing things up, and why couldn't she? Do you understand the stupidity of monogamy? And we would go swinging together and other things. But we lost each other because of an upbringing full of prejudices.
Giselda asked:
—But you didn't like her? Don't you believe in love?
He replied:
— I liked her a lot. I still miss her to this day. I never liked anyone else as much as I liked her, and because of some stupid machismo, I lost her. This love story is confusing. To truly like, to love, is to respect the other person's will, needs and happiness.
Giselda commented:
—But if she really liked you she would come back. She would try to get back together.
Salvador shook his head and replied:
— She tried very hard. I, blind and stupid, humiliated her, and even told her family what had happened, threatened to reveal photos, and ruin her reputation. Then, unfortunately, I killed my chance to be happy with her forever. I was an asshole and I lost.
We remained silent in the face of that incredible story. Giselda then asked:
—But if you liked her so much, why didn't you go after her later?
Salvador was silent for a while, as if thinking what to say. But he soon reacted and said:
— When I decided, after learning a lot, I discovered that she had married someone else, was very happy, had two children and had turned the page. So I respected it, because I like her, I didn't want to hurt her anymore, that's when I closed myself off from having anything with anyone other than no strings attached.
We remained silent for a while, thinking about everything. Salvador opened the book of his story to us, unafraid to be who he was. A loner who suffered because of past mistakes. But he himself broke the mood and said:
—But I can't complain either, I have a good life, I always get new lovers, and thanks to this need to always win, I prospered. I didn't settle.
At that time of the afternoon the heat was really strong, and we decided to take a dip in the pool. Our relationship had changed and I felt that both Giselda and I had begun to see the Savior in a different light. He was accepting his weaknesses and learning experiences and in a way he was teaching us too.
Salvador and I went into the water and Giselda didn't move from her chair. We called her to go into the water with us, but she said:
— I can't, I'm not wearing a bikini under my shorts and if I get wet it looks indecent.
The Savior, very naughty, already said:
— Oh, come on! You're at home. Make yourself at home. I don't mind. You can swim anyway.
He turned to my side and asked:
— You're not going to tell me that you're the puritan who won't let me?
I denied and explained:
— It's not about that. Gis is free to do whatever she wants. I'm not a repressor.
The Savior insisted with her again:
— So, what's stopping you? If it's because of me, don't hold back. I'm open-minded and I won't care about that. I'm tired of going to nude beaches with couples who are friends.
Giselda then asked me:
— Are you okay, love?
I confirmed:
— If you want, no problem. It's just us here... And Salvador already said he doesn't mind.
I knew it was reckless to agree to that, but deep down I also felt excited to see Gis being provocative and sensual. And I realized that she wanted it. She wanted to tease her friend.
At that time it was after 5 pm and my wife was already very hot, and also a little drunk from the beers. She got up from the lounge chair and said:
—Okay then, but I think we're playing with serious stuff. Don't say I didn't warn you.
She entered the water using the ladder and came close to where we were already drinking beer in the pool.
When she was close enough, her body already wet, we noticed that because of the cold water, her nipples were very perky and showing through the thin fabric of her bikini. You could see the brown areolas under the yellow fabric. The scoundrel Salvador noticed and, taking advantage of the situation, said:
— A beautiful woman like you should enjoy that beauty. With those beautiful breasts, you shouldn't even wear a bikini. Your husband must be very proud of that.
I replied:
— I'm really proud. And Gis doesn't even wear a bikini when it's just the two of us. We swim without anything on.
Salvador was excited:
— That's how it should be. Beauty must be enjoyed in freedom.
He told me:
— You must feel a little jealous, seeing that other men admire and desire you. Don't you?
Giselda, excited by the drink, didn't even wait for me to respond and commented:
— Nothing, he likes it, and it even makes him more excited. He loves seeing me admired by others.
Salvador exclaimed:
— That's even better. A liberal husband. And then she takes advantage of your enthusiasm, doesn't she? I bet your desire will be even greater.
I wasn't going to give an answer, but Giselda, excited, was giving me the rope:
— That's where you don't know. If I behave more provocatively, that's when Sevio gets excited.
Salvador seemed to enjoy the subject more and more:
— So, what do you do? And drive your husband crazy? Tell me, what do you do?
With that little chat, he continued to keep the conversation on a more spicy level, and I couldn't change it. I took a risk.
— Gis, stop giving this nosy guy a topic of conversation. He'll snoop around in our private lives if you let him. He's a speculator. Can you go get us some more beer?
Gis laughed and replied to him:
— I don't enjoy it that much. I should really enjoy it more, just to tease my hubby.
She was leaving the pool and climbing the steps, and we noticed that her shorts were indeed tight and transparent, showing the lilac thong underneath. Her delicious ass was now much more evident. Salvador exclaimed in a low voice:
— Wow! That's just cowardice! How wonderful.
Gis didn't understand what he said and left the pool saying:
— There's no point in talking quietly and behind people's backs. I'm going back to find out about this.
She walked to the kitchen, going to get beers and we both watched her delicious body moving, her sensual steps, and her perky ass shaking. My cock got hard right away. I tried to hide it by getting Salvador's attention by saying:
— In a little while we'll have to go back to taking care of the fish on the grill, which should be almost ready.
Salvador exclaimed with a mischievous smile:
— For me, everything is almost ready. And that delicious ass of yours just got everything ready. It's going to be just as delicious at home.
I spoke:
— Damn it, boss, take it easy. I can't be rude to the boss in my own house.
Salvador gave a funny laugh and said very calmly:
— Relax, Sevio, don't worry. Let her tease you, that way you and I will get horny and so will she. She's your woman, but she likes these provocations. Did you see how she was shaking her hips? She did it on purpose. Or do you think she doesn't like being desired by two men?
In a way he was right, and I, having nothing to say, replied:
—But I have to look after the carriage, because otherwise it will go off the road at the first bend. I know it well.
Then he lowered his voice and said:
— You don't have to fight it. I know you get turned on by seeing your wife with desire. That's normal and part of it. It frees you up, not controls you. That's the fun part of the teasing game. Seeing how she gets turned on by it.
I felt like it could get out of hand, the boss was a scoundrel, and we were in a very relaxed mood. I replied:
— But if I mess up, you'll want to play the role of a player with Gis, I know that. Then it'll get complicated. There are no idiots here.
Salvador smiled in a relaxed and mischievous way, as if we were talking about football:
— What's wrong with that, man? If you just let it happen and don't suffer, you'll see how Gis will like it. Don't worry. It's just teasing and having fun. We're adults, experienced and liberal. It's just us here and no one is going to take any of our pieces. Let your wife have fun and make us horny. She'll love seeing us horny, and so will you. Don't worry.
I was a little pissed off, but I couldn't turn the tables at that moment, it would be a huge mistake. He spoke as if it were normal. I just said:
— Take it easy, boss. I'm not made of iron. And I don't know how to be a cuckold.
He took a last sip of beer and looking me in the eyes, he replied:
— It's a good thing you're not made of iron, you're made of flesh and bone. We're normal. Don't be afraid. I know what I'm saying and doing. You'll soon learn and end up liking it. Being a cuckold is really good.
When he said that, I felt butterflies in my stomach, a bit of anger and fear for what could happen. I didn't know what to say. I said:
— I don't even want to think about it. I don't know what I can do.
Salvador lowered his voice and whispered:
— We agreed, let the game roll. You'll see that she'll like seeing our desire. And if she notices that you're cool, she'll join in the game. If you really don't like something later, just say that you've reached your limit. And we'll stop. Deal?
I nodded without saying anything. We saw that Giselda was already coming back with three cans of beer. Looking from the front, we could see her tiny lilac thong under her wet shorts. Salvador took the beers from her hands, handed me one, and turning to Gis asked:
— Hey, Gis, why don't you take off those shorts and just wear a bikini? The shorts are transparent, they're not doing any good anyway.
Gis repeated:
— I already told you. I'm wearing panties underneath, not a bikini.
Salvador responded immediately:
— It's the same, isn't it, Sevio? You can take off your shorts. Be as comfortable as you like. We'll admire it.
I agreed:
— Well, it's true that the way it is doesn't change much.
Later, I realized that I was adding gasoline to the fire. I didn't want to admit it, but I was enjoying this dangerous game.
Gis then, seeing that I agreed, didn't wait any longer and replied:
— Since those who had to say no said yes, let's collaborate.
She immediately took off her wet shorts before getting into the pool and was left only in her panties. They were very thin and delicate and shaped her pussy. The gap in the middle of her pussy revealed that she was completely shaved.
It was a beautiful, delightful image, especially when she bent down to get into the pool. When she was about to get into the water she saw us looking at her in amazement and said:
— You guys aren't going to get a hard-on, are you perverts?
The Savior took a sniff and replied:
— It's impossible not to stay.
He stood up with his arms resting on his hips and sat on the edge of the pool. Then he stretched out his leg and his shorts, showing the volume of his hard cock. It looked like a salami under the fabric.
— Look how you left me.
She looked at it and exclaimed:
— What a pervert! All this, just because of a woman in her underwear?
He replied:
— It's not just any woman, it's you, the wife of my friend Sevio. A selfish, lucky man who hid his treasure and didn't want to share it with anyone.
Giselda went into the water and I decided to lighten the mood a little and asked him:
— Have you ever been to nude beaches with couples of your friends?
The Savior nodded, and then explained:
— I never tell anyone anything, have you noticed? It's the wives themselves who tell each other. That's why gossip circulates. I think it's quite normal to be this intimate with friends and employees, because some of them become really good friends, like you. But everything stays confidential with me. It's just that some women love to tell each other.
Gis, more relaxed after drinking, didn't stand on ceremony anymore and asked bluntly:
— So it's true that you really do sleep with your friends' wives?
He was drinking beer and looked at her calmly, and smiled as he replied:
— It's not forced at all. It's just that we have intimacy, and everything is done with everyone's acceptance. The husbands like it and let us. But there are some who are more eager.
He paused and seeing that we were waiting for the details he continued:
— The other day, there was an employee who was working the night shift. And his wife arranged to meet me at the motel. The slut loves to give it to me, and her husband can't handle her passion and lets her go. She really fucks like crazy, and in church she acts like a saint, but behind closed doors, she's nothing more than a very hot slut. But she was the one who told the whole story about spending the whole night with me to a friend, and the story started to spread. She was the one who let her tongue loose. But most of the stories about my fame are just rumors. They talk a lot.
Giselda, with a mischievous expression, knew what she was saying when she asked:
—But what about Marlos' wife? Didn't you take her to your farm the other day for a whole night of sex?
Salvador was not intimidated, he smiled, and remained natural:
— That one doesn't count, her husband knows that I always eat her, because she's very naughty. Marlos is a satisfied and complicit cuckold, as he should be. I almost always go to the farm to have a little party with them. And Marlos really likes to watch. He watches and gets really horny.
Giselda exclaimed:
— Wow! That's brave!
At that moment he looked straight at Gis and said:
— Would you have the courage to fuck with me in front of your husband?
Gis was taken by surprise, laughed, a little nervous, didn't deny it right away, but remained silent. She took a look to see my reaction and then left the pool. She went to sit on the lounge chair. I could tell she was very excited when she said, by the hoarse tone of her voice:
— It seems like... the way Sevio is jealous... He would freak out. Have an attack.
I didn't believe that conversation. She didn't refuse. I left the pool and Salvador followed me. We sat down next to each other on the lounge chairs and he said:
— You're wrong, Gis. If he was jealous, you wouldn't be wearing panties and looking at my hard cock with a look of desire.
In fact, the thin shorts shaped that big, thick cock. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to say that. Giselda looked at me, noticed my astonishment, came to my side, hugged me and asked:
— Is it true, love? Aren't you jealous?
I confirmed otherwise:
— I'm jealous, but it's different.
She wanted to know:
— What's different?
I explained, trying to justify myself:
— We are here in our house, in peace, talking privately, without doing anything secret, and there is no betrayal. So I have no reason to be jealous.
The Savior took advantage and reinforced:
— That's how it should be. With sincerity and complicity. And you, Gis, can tell the truth too. Admit that you're dying to come sit on my dick. Isn't that true?
At the time I thought he was forcing it, and I reacted:
— Hey, calm down, you're offending her! How do you know?
Gis' reaction was surprising:
— Calm down, love, wait. He's right, you naturally let our atmosphere get more and more intimate and hotter, and I did get horny. That's true. I'm really turned on seeing you two with hard-ons. How do you think I would get?
Salvador, soon added:
— See? He's not as jealous as you thought. Sevio is a liberal, he understands everything, and he allows you to be authentic, true. That's what's good.
So as not to let it go unnoticed, I replied:
— It's a natural reaction, anyone gets that way, and I'm jealous, of course, but I respect you. You know what you're doing.
The conversation was now completely explicit and the Savior asked again:
— So, tell me, would you, Gis, have the courage to have sex with me in front of your husband?
Gis looked at me, measuring my reactions. He thought for a few seconds and answered, looking straight at him:
— If my husband lets me, I do.
Salvador seemed more excited than before and exclaimed:
— And do you have the courage to leave Sevio? Don't you want to see your wife giving herself to someone else? Do you want to know what it's like to be a cuckold? I bet you get horny just thinking about it.
I was sweating cold on a hot afternoon, the situation was getting complicated, I was scared, but at the same time I felt excited, my hard cock marking my shorts. I was honest in the hope that Gis would understand the tightness I felt in my chest:
— I never thought of anything like that. I don't even know what to say.
My wife, contrary to what I expected, answered me:
— Now you didn't tell the truth, love. You may not have the courage to let me know, but we've fantasized about it a lot, and you were really turned on by the idea.
I was in a tight spot. My whole body was shaking. Gis was giving in to my boss's direct flirting. I made an effort and agreed:
— It's true, but fantasy is one thing. When the moment of truth comes, it's scary.
Salvador argued:
— But you're horny and hard. What's stopping you from accepting this is just the fear of facing the truth. Deep down you feel horny when you imagine your wife fucking me, or someone else. And she wants to. Don't you, Gis? Confess!
Gis looked at us with a very horny expression. She didn't even need to answer. She muttered:
— Only if you let me, love.
My lungs were short of breath and I thought I was going to faint. She wanted it and I felt horny in that situation. But I was insecure. I breathed hard and said:
— If you want to. If you really want to, I'll let you. But I don't know how I'm going to feel:
Gis hugged me and without showing shyness said:
— You want it too, tell me the truth, you offered me to him on a silver platter from the beginning. It's a fantasy of yours. I asked you several times, saying that he was wanting me and teasing me, and you told me to relax and let it go. I relaxed. Now that I'm really horny, don't you assume that you want to see it too?
Salvador, confident, waited for the end of our conversation. He watched us excitedly and Gis kissed me. He then said to her:
— Tell him you want to give it to him good. You're horny as hell. Sevio is going to be your cuckold today and he's going to make this fantasy he's had for a long time come true.
Gis looked me in the eyes and I could barely breathe. She asked:
— Is everything okay, love? Can I give it to him? Want to see? You can take it. Go on, tell me...
I tried to speak and a whisper came out:
— You really want to, don't you?
Gis gave me another very nice kiss, long, with deep tongue, she grabbed my vibrating cock, she was very excited, and replied:
— Yes, I do. And you know what, I really do, and I'm going to sit on his big dick right now.
She said that, got up and went over to him. The Savior, sitting on the lounge chair, even got better for her, who sat on his lap, on the bulge of his cock, and started shaking her ass nicely, rubbing herself against him with her ass. She looked at me provocatively and said:
— That's an impressive dick!
I watched all of this, perplexed. Salvador exclaimed, very calmly:
— Relax Sevio, don't take any of it. She wants to give it to you. Your hot wife deserves another powerful cock in that wet pussy. And it's high time you knew the thrill of being a cuckold.
My entire body shivered. Even the effects of the beer had worn off. I couldn't say anything. I was shaking with nerves and desire. My chest was tight. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Gis untied her bikini straps and her breasts were free. Salvador put his right hand in and began to caress and lightly squeeze her nipples. My wife was swaying while sitting on his lap and sighing with delight. He asked her:
— You're really horny, aren't you? Do you want to give it to me?
I heard Gis murmur:
— Yes, I am, I was already when you looked at me with desire, right at the beginning. My husband told me to relax, I relaxed. Deep down, he wants to see this. Now I really want it, and he's going to see his horny wife giving it to you.
Salvador kissed her nipples and Gis sighed. I know how much she loves having her breasts kissed and sucked. She asked:
— Suck it nicely, I cum just from you sucking on my breasts.
He didn't take any longer. He sucked on the nipples and Gis moaned louder and louder. I stayed there in the chair next to him, watching it, overcome by a crazy emotion. My head couldn't think straight. My wife offering herself to my boss! I never thought I would go through that. What made me hornier was seeing that Gis was overcome by lust and full of desire to give it to my boss.
The Savior took a look and must have seen my perverted and dumbfounded expression at what I was watching, and said to my wife:
— Your little cuckold is really horny to see you letting yourself go like a little whore.
Gis looked to the side and stared at me. She ran her tongue over her lips. I noticed that she seemed to be in a trance, feeling crazy with pleasure from my boss's blowjobs and caresses. Gis looked at me and exclaimed:
— Are you enjoying watching, cuckold? You wanted to see your wife all slutty with another man, right? You bastard! Now enjoy!
I was about to cum without touching my dick. I couldn't say a word. And I saw that right after that she was shaking all over, having an intense orgasm with only Salvador sucking her breasts and squeezing her ass with both hands.
For a minute she enjoyed those contractions of pleasure, moaning intensely. But soon the Savior asked:
— Now it's your turn. Come suck your male lover's dick.
She got up from his lap and he took his cock out of his shorts. It was a thick, dark cock, about 20 cm long. Giselda knelt on the floor next to him and licked it. She held his cock by the base, stretched the skin, leaving the glans very prominent and looked at me, observing my reaction. I must have looked like a zombie. She said:
— Look at that, honey, what a big dick! It's so hot, just looking at it.
She started licking, kissed the head and then sucked it with desire. I saw Gis swallow the cock until she choked. Salvador was delirious with pleasure with my wife's mouth sucking greedily on his dick. He exclaimed:
— What a hot blowjob from that naughty girl!
Finally she got excited, sucking hard and Salvador almost came. He ordered her to stop sucking and Gis obeyed.
I saw my wife stand up, then she pulled down her panties and leaned forward on the umbrella table, stuck her ass out and spread her legs. Gis asked:
— Come on, you bastard, put that big dick in my pussy.
My boss stood behind her. Gis was sticking her beautiful ass out, opening her buttocks for him. He leaned his dick against her and thrust it all at once into her pussy without a condom. She was so wet that his cock slid in. Salvador started thrusting with desire and rhythm. Flap, Flap, Flap, Flap, and my wife went "ah", "ah", "ah", "ah", "put it in"! She moaned with each thrust. Watching that was mind-blowing.
Gis was howling with pleasure with his cock stuck in her pussy and his thumb stuck in her ass. For about three minutes he fucked her hard in that position saying:
—That's it, cum on the male's dick, you slut! Show your cuckold how you like to give that pussy!
She just moaned and howled. Delighted. He made my wife cum once more, moaning and grinding:
— Ah, how hot! That's it! I'm cumming so much! Ah, what a delicious cock! Put it deep, that's it! Fuck me good. I've never cum so much!
When Salvador realized that she had cummed a lot, already a little soft, the bastard took his cock out of her pussy and started to press her ass. I didn't want to believe that she was going to give him her ass. But Gis, overcome with lust, wiggled and moaned, exclaiming for him to take it easy. Salvador held her waist and slowly entered his thick cock, all the way to the hilt.
— Ah, slowly, you big guy, so you can tear my folds! Put it in, put it all in, fuck me!
At that moment, I had to grab the remote and turn up the volume on the speaker so that the neighbors wouldn't hear Gis's loud moans. He thrust harder and faster, just the way she loves it, and after more than a minute like that, with a stronger thrust, he stuck it deep inside and came, roaring like a bear, and filled my wife's ass with thick cum. I saw that Gis came too, and her legs went weak. He supported her with his arms around her waist, pulled his cock out of her ass and sat her on the chair, panting heavily. She leaned back on the lounge chair, with her legs spread and bent, and when she could speak, she asked me for a beer:
— Please, little horn, get me a beer, I'm dry.
Salvador sat down in the other chair, also trying to catch his breath. I went to get the beers, and that's when I saw that he had cum inside his shorts, without touching my dick, that's how horny he was.
My wife was slumped in the chair, her legs bent, thighs apart, her feet resting on the seat, and her asshole dripping with cum. Looking at me she exclaimed:
— Holy shit! That cock fucked me so good, honey. It was so good. Did you like seeing a man cum in my ass? Did you like being my cuckold?
I remained silent, I couldn't even speak. I was completely paralyzed. Salvador, in the chair next to me, also accepted a beer. But he didn't speak either.
We were silent for a while, we drank our beers. He got up and went to wash his dick, and Gis asked me:
— Are you satisfied, love? You wanted this, didn't you?
I could only say:
— Wow! I never imagined it would be like this. How crazy!
Salvador was coming back and when he sat down on the chair, my wife, still without underwear, got up and sat on his lap again. She asked:
— Speak, love. Tell me, did you like it? Is this how you wanted it?
I just said:
— He combined his naughty little slutty ways with my perverted boss, and that was it. Yet another wife he fucked in front of her husband.
Giselda exclaimed:
— Oh, honey, you liked it, you wanted it. Now you're my little cuckold, tell me the truth.
I nodded, without making a sound, and she asked:
— Come here, little cuckold, kiss me. Now, I know we're going to have a lot of fun.
I kissed her and saw her grinding on Salvador's lap until his cock hardened again. She felt his cock grow and said:
— I want to give it to you again, I want more dick, but now I want it in my pussy! Come on, Salvador, put that big, delicious dick in!
He leaned back and made her ride him and put his dick in her pussy, also without a condom. At the time I was so horny that I didn't care. When I saw that she was already riding my boss's dick, I went after her ass, got on my knees on the chair seat, one leg between Salvador's two, and the other to the side, and fitted my dick into her ass covered in cum. Giselda moaned:
— Oh, fuck, two dicks! Take it easy, love! That's awesome!
I kept pushing and pulling back and before I knew it I was fucking my wife's ass which had become much looser after my boss had fucked her.
In less than a minute I was pounding her rhythmically and she was moving too with Salvador's cock stuck in her pussy. It took a while, but when we managed to synchronize our movements, the pleasure was enormous, a wave of lust took over our bodies, and shook us with an incredible ecstasy. Giselda moaned like crazy, delighted with each thrust. It was another overwhelming orgasm. Finally, almost a minute later, we began to relax.
When we recovered from the intense effort, we went to the shower and took a nice invigorating shower. In the shower, she only gave us light caresses and kisses.
Back in the courtyard, our barbecue was devoured right away, and it was already night. After that fuck, and after eating well, Salvador said he was leaving, thanking us for everything. We didn't talk about what had happened anymore. When we were leaving, he asked me:
— See, wasn't it good? Now you know the pleasure of being an accomplice and a naughty cuckold. Didn't I say you would like it? If you don't tell what we did, and your little whore keeps it a secret, no one will know. And we can do it again and again.
He left and then it was my turn to fuck my wife, very tasty. She was very happy and asked:
— Cum, cuckold, cum in your little whore! Now we're going to enjoy it a lot.
I came again like a horse, and it was one of the most delicious fucks of my life.
Nowadays I have a much better position in the company, and Salvador always comes here to our house to fuck my wife. I let him, and sometimes I participate. Last month he brought a client from another state for a barbecue here, but that's for another story.
I leave my hug and my advice to all men who, like me, let their wives enjoy the pleasure of making their husband a happy cuckold. Relax and enjoy.