More of a Slut Than My Wife: We Got Fucked at the Same Time on Webcam
My wife went out with her “friends,” and I went to Mauricio’s. One camera, two couples, and the question of who would be the better slut that night.
My wife went out with her “friends,” and I went to Mauricio’s. One camera, two couples, and the question of who would be the better slut that night.
When I came out of the bathroom in heels, stockings, and a red baby doll, his face said it all: I was no longer his best friend’s “daughter,” I was something else.
When Aiko entered the onsen naked and unhurried, I knew this business trip would end in a way that wasn’t written into any contract.
The first night I swore I’d go home. By the seventh, I couldn’t remember why I’d bought a return flight. This is what happened between those two nights.
Martín listened in silence while I told him what had happened with my mother’s husband. That night I didn’t sleep, thinking about doing it.
There had been something in her eyes when she turned away that should have worried me. It wasn’t an annoyed neighbor’s anger. It was a promise.
It began in the university courtyard, when a punch left me breathless and I felt something beyond pain. After that, I couldn’t stop seeking it.
When my husband was home sick that day, Rodrigo showed up alone very early. What began with challenges and uncomfortable questions ended in a way I never expected.
I wasn’t sleepy. He came up behind me, kissed my neck, and put his hands where I couldn’t allow myself to moan. The bedroom door was still closed.
As soon as we left the parking lot she slid her hand inside her pants. I drove looking for the first dead-end road I could find.
She came out of the bathroom wearing a white blazer with nothing underneath and a red pacifier between her lips. That night I knew Camila hadn’t come to please me: she’d come to have fun.
My friends had years of experience when I had barely even brushed a guy. That night in Medellín, I made up for all of it at once.
I pushed open the garage door and froze. My mother and my aunt, topless, with their hands wrapped, ready to fight.
It was only a rehab exercise, but when Sofía pressed her hips against my legs and pulled my arms, I knew something was going to go wrong.
I walked barefoot down the hallway and rested my forehead against the bedroom door. I knew he’d come after me. And I knew exactly what he was going to do to me there.