My Wife Turned the Celebration Into an Orgasmic Orgy
When Mariana came down changed and her friends followed her, I knew that office get-together wasn’t going to end like any other evening among acquaintances.
When Mariana came down changed and her friends followed her, I knew that office get-together wasn’t going to end like any other evening among acquaintances.
I crossed half of Europe for a client who bought content from me every week. What I didn’t imagine was what awaited me the second night, in that room full of bodies.
My wife went down to the airplane bathroom behind the flight attendant and came back tousled, with a confession that left me hard and wanting more.
We were seeing each other again a year after that trip, and this time Marina brought a guest who had no idea what we were going to do in that house by the lake.
That night I learned that giving her over completely meant renouncing my own virility while he took her over my face.
When Lucía took off her bikini in front of me in their room, I understood that this beach weekend was no longer just about sunbathing.
When Diego asked me to sit between the two front seats, I knew that trip was far from over—and that night, neither of the men was going home early.
I had given her my word: that night I would only watch. But when he kissed her against the wall of the room, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay still in the chair.
I found her waiting for me in bed, but that night I didn’t want her all to myself. I took her into the hallway, naked, right in front of my friend’s door.