I Cheated on My Wife with the Brazilian Woman from the Party

My name is Carolina, I'm twenty-eight years old, and I live in Rosario. I've been married to Romina for a little over two years, and what I'm about to tell you is completely true. It's not something I can say out loud in front of just anyone, but I need to get it out of me, even if that means writing it down.

I'm a married woman who likes adventures. Secret sex, forbidden things, the risk of everything being discovered. And yes, I like women who are different from my wife. I don't have an elegant explanation for it. It simply happens to me: I see someone I'm attracted to, and something inside me lights up that I don't know how to put out.

I'm not the type to go hunting. I don't go offering myself around or making plans to take anyone to bed. But sometimes life puts someone in front of me and the spark jumps, and when it does, there's no way to pretend I didn't feel it.

I met Romina at university. We shared some classes, and I was friends with one of her classmates. One Friday, we all went out together to a club downtown. From the first day, we clicked: conversation came easily, we laughed at the same things, and there was a comfortable current between us. That night, however, she left early, around three in the morning, because the next day she had to help her father at the family business.

I stayed. I kept dancing, drinking, letting myself be carried away by the music. And I ended up in bed with a girl I had met that same night. Her name was Lúcia, she was Brazilian, from São Paulo, and sex with her was out of this world.

I remember that first time with Lúcia as if it had been yesterday. She took me to her apartment, closed the door, and pushed me against the hallway wall before I could say anything. She shoved her tongue deep into my mouth while hiking up my dress and sliding her hand beneath my panties. I was soaking wet, and she laughed against my lips when she realized it.

“You're so wet, kitty,” she told me in that lilting accent. “You're going to suck me dry.”

She tossed me onto the bed in one swift movement, tore my clothes off roughly, and straddled my face before giving me time to do anything. She had a small, neat pussy, with swollen pink lips gleaming with desire. She crushed it against my mouth, and I started devouring her without breathing, sucking her clitoris, sliding my tongue inside her, nibbling her lips while she rubbed herself against my face and pulled my hair. She came in my mouth twice in a row before climbing off me and returning the favor.

She shoved my legs apart roughly, spat on my pussy, and started sucking me as if she were starving. She put in two fingers, then three, curling them exactly where they needed to go, while her tongue never let up on my clitoris. I came screaming, clutching the sheets, and she kept sucking until she brought me to a second orgasm right after the first. We finished by scissoring at dawn, our tits bouncing and our pussies dripping onto each other, until we both came at the same time. Intense, shameless, without asking permission. Just the way I like it.

On Monday, when I returned to the university, Romina and I started talking more often.

“How did it go after I left?” she asked me curiously.

“Fine, nothing special,” I said, without going into details.

We kept talking, and things flowed naturally. A few days later, she invited me for a drink at a small bar near the riverfront, and from there we ended up at my apartment. That night was different from my night with Lúcia: it was slow, sweet, full of gentle kisses and hands that took their time. She undressed me slowly, kissing every inch that became exposed, and when she went down between my legs, she licked my pussy with such devotion that it made me cry with pleasure. She made me come with her tongue three times before climbing on top and rubbing her pussy against mine until we both came together, looking into each other's eyes. It wasn't just desire. It was tenderness. And from that moment on, we never parted.

I fell completely in love with her. Truly. Before I go on, let me tell you a little about what we're both like.

I'm short, five foot two. Dark-haired, with long, straight black hair that reaches my shoulders. I have large, firm tits, big dark nipples, a defined waist, and a round ass that has always attracted attention. I go to the gym four or five times a week, so my legs are firm. I love dressing provocatively, feeling people's eyes on me when I walk into a place.

Romina is beautiful in a different way. She's short too, five foot two, with very fair skin and short blond hair that reaches her neck. She has green eyes, medium-sized tits with little pink nipples that stand up at the slightest touch, a wasp waist, and a neatly shaved pussy that's a work of art. We train together almost all the time; it's part of what binds us, that routine of taking care of ourselves and each other.

After dating for a while, we decided to move in together at my apartment. I wanted this to work more than anything else because I truly loved her. But four months into living together, I screwed up. And I screwed up badly.

***

It happened at a country house a friend had rented for her birthday party. There were lots of people, almost all women, loud music, and drinks that never stopped being served. Romina couldn't come with me: she was away on a business trip and wouldn't make it back that night. So I went alone, claiming I would stay for a while and come home early.

I was dancing in a circle of friends, laughing and feeling free, when suddenly I saw her approaching through the colored lights. Dark-haired, tall, with a smile I recognized instantly. It was Lúcia. The Brazilian. I couldn't believe it.

She approached without hesitation, held out her hand, and pulled me onto the dance floor. Between the music, the alcohol, and the smoke, we ended up dancing pressed against each other for a long while, getting closer and closer. I started getting turned on despite myself, feeling my nipples harden beneath my dress and my panties cling to my pussy because I was so wet. She spoke into my ear and looked at me in a way that left me breathless, that look that says everything without saying a word.

Our left hands were intertwined. With her other hand, she began stroking my thigh, moving slowly up and down, drawing circles over the fabric of my dress. Her fingers crept farther and farther inward, until they barely brushed my crotch through the fabric. I knew this couldn't happen.

“Stop, Lúcia, don't keep going,” I whispered, but my voice trembled. “You're getting me way too turned on.”

“That's the plan, kitty,” she replied, biting my earlobe. “I know your pussy is already dripping. I can feel it from here.”

The flesh is weak, I thought, and mine that night was screaming for something it shouldn't have.

She took my hand firmly and guided me through the crowd toward one of the empty rooms at the back. At that moment, I wasn't thinking about Romina, guilt, or what I would feel afterward. I was only thinking about having that woman on top of me again, feeling her tongue inside my pussy again, and her fingers opening me up all the way.

We went inside and she shut the door with her foot. We didn't last two seconds: we threw ourselves into kissing as if we'd been holding back for years. Her lips were soft and demanding at the same time, and her tongue played with mine while her hands were already searching for the zipper of my dress. I groped her tits through the fabric, feeling her hard nipples pressing against my palms.

We undressed each other roughly, leaving our clothes scattered on the floor, until we were both in our underwear. Lúcia looked me up and down, bit her lip, and ripped my bra off so hard that the clasp flew open. She crouched down and caught one of my nipples in her mouth, sucking it hard and tugging it with her teeth until a sharp moan escaped me. She moved to the other nipple and did the same, while her free hand squeezed the breast she had left uncovered.

We fell onto the bed with her on top of me, her mouth never leaving my tits. I felt her weight, her heat, the brush of her skin against mine, her thigh wedged between mine and pressing my pussy through my soaked panties. That single touch was already making me tremble.

“You're so delicious, Caro,” she said between sucks. “Your nipples are standing up like little buttons. Looks like your little wife isn't fucking you properly.”

“Shut up and keep going,” I begged, pulling her hair so she wouldn't take her mouth off my tits.

She licked her way down between my tits, over my stomach and navel, until she caught the elastic of my panties between her teeth and slid them down my legs. She spread my thighs wide open, without a care, and spent a second staring at my open, glistening pussy before diving in. She ran her flat tongue from the bottom all the way to my clitoris in one long lick, and I had to bite my arm to keep from screaming.

“You're so swollen, kitty,” she murmured against my wet lips. “Look at you dripping. All for me.”

She pushed her tongue deep inside my pussy while her thumb made quick circles over my clitoris. Then she moved up and sucked my clitoris with her lips closed, playing with the tip, while she slid two fingers inside me and curled them until she found the exact spot. I writhed on the bed, smothering my moans against the pillow, my legs trembling and my heels digging into her back.

“I'm going to come, Lúcia, don't stop,” I pleaded.

She sped up her tongue on my clitoris and her fingers inside me, and everything burst. I came in her mouth with a long spasm, thrusting my pelvis against her face and wetting her chin. She kept licking slowly, prolonging my orgasm, until I pushed her away because I couldn't take the contact anymore.

“There's still a lot more to come,” she told me, climbing up my body with her face shining with my juices. “Now it's your turn to return the favor.”

She straddled my face just as she had that first time and lowered her wet pussy onto my mouth. I grabbed her ass with both hands, spread it, and started devouring her whole, sucking her swollen clitoris, sliding my tongue inside her, feeling it contract around me. She rode my face, rubbing herself and moving her hips in circles, moaning softly as she squeezed her tits.

“That's it, kitty, suck me good, eat me all up,” she said in a mix of Portuguese and Spanish, her voice hoarse. “Put it deeper inside me, come on.”

I ran my tongue from her clitoris to her asshole and slowly circled it too. Lúcia jerked and laughed.

“Oh, you filthy girl, that's how I like it.”

I went back to her clitoris and latched onto it hard, sucking and licking at the same time, until I felt her whole body tremble. She came in my mouth with a long moan, squeezing my face between her thighs, and I swallowed everything she gave me.

She climbed off, panting, and looked at me with those dark eyes full of desire.

“Scissor,” she said. “I want to feel your pussy against mine.”

She settled herself, crossed one leg over mine, and joined her sex to mine. Our two pussies met, swollen, wet, dripping, and the contact was electric. She began to move, rubbing herself slowly at first and then harder, and I matched her rhythm with my hips. The wet sound of our pussies colliding filled the room, a sticky, obscene noise.

“That's it, keep going, don't stop,” I begged in a broken whisper.

“You're insatiable, Caro,” she said without stopping her movements against me. “Look how you've soaked my leg, you slut.”

“Don't stop, please, don't stop,” I repeated as our hips moved faster and faster.

The friction was exact, perfect, our clitorises colliding again and again. I brought one hand to my tits and pinched my nipples, while I gripped the bed frame with the other to push harder. I felt my whole body tightening like a rope about to snap. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, but the moans escaped anyway, muffled against her neck.

“I can't hold out anymore,” I told her. “I'm going to come.”

“Come on, come with me,” she replied, pressing herself even harder against me and grinding her pussy against mine.

And I came. I came trembling, gripping her hips, with an orgasm that swept through my whole body and left me weak, dripping onto the sheets. She kept moving a little longer, giving short, rapid thrusts, until she came too, biting my shoulder to keep quiet and digging her nails into my thigh.

That night it wasn't just once. We lay there for a while, breathing hard, and five minutes later we were at it again. She put me on all fours on the bed, spread my buttocks with both hands, and began licking my pussy from behind, pushing her tongue deep inside me while spanking me hard with her open palm. Every slap made me clench my pussy around her tongue, and she laughed.

“You like getting spanked on the ass, huh, little slut? Look how red it's getting.”

She pushed three fingers inside me and started fucking me with her hand, thrusting in and out hard, while her other hand delivered more spanks. I pushed my ass backward, riding her fingers and moaning into the pillow. I came like that, with her fingers inside me and my ass burning from the slaps.

Then she turned me over, and we scissored again, more slowly this time, savoring every touch and looking into each other's eyes as our pussies molded against each other. We came almost at the same time, holding hands with our fingers intertwined.

And the last time that night was an endless sixty-nine in which neither of us wanted to be the first to stop. I was underneath, she was on top, her soaked pussy pressed against my mouth and mine open for her tongue. We devoured each other as if it were the last time, sucking, licking, and fingering each other until we both came in each other's mouths at the same time. I swallowed her hot, sweet orgasm while she licked mine until the last drop. We enjoyed it to the fullest, without guilt, in that little interlude where the outside world didn't exist.

***

Afterward, we got dressed, fixed our hair in front of a crooked mirror, and went downstairs with smiles we couldn't hide. A couple of girls saw us leaving the room together, and I exchanged knowing looks with them. We're screwed, I thought, although inside I was still floating.

I said goodbye to Lúcia with one last long kiss in the hallway, my tongue deep in her mouth, knowing I probably wouldn't see her again, and left.

I got home around six in the morning. I smelled of sex, still had the taste of Lúcia's pussy in my mouth, and her perfume was fused into every part of my body. And to my surprise, when I opened the apartment door, the kitchen lights were on. Romina had come home early.

“How was last night, my love?” she asked, hugging me as soon as she saw me walk in.

“Very good,” I said, hugging her with a mixture of relief and panic. “It was a lovely night.”

She smiled and kissed me passionately, suspecting nothing. I felt my heart pounding in my throat. I thought the smell would give me away, that she would read the guilt on my face, that she would taste another woman in my mouth, but she only looked at me with those green eyes full of love.

She took me by the hand to the bed and began undressing me. She slipped my dress off slowly, kissed my tits and the nipples that were still sensitive from Lúcia's blowjob, and licked her way down to my pussy. When she spread my legs and buried her face there, I thought she would realize everything, that she would taste the other woman on me. But she only moaned and began sucking my clitoris with the sweetness only she possessed.

She licked my pussy for a long time, unhurriedly, with a soft, flat tongue, until she made me come in her mouth. Then she climbed up, lay on top of me, and rubbed her pussy against mine while kissing me on the mouth, and I tasted my own orgasm on her tongue mixed with what remained of Lúcia's flavor. She made love to me more intensely than usual, as if she had truly missed me during her trip.

And while we moved together, I turned my head and saw my reflection in the wardrobe mirror. My ass was still a little red from Lúcia's spankings.

My heart lurched. I started thinking at lightning speed about how I would explain it if she noticed. To distract her, I began kissing her neck desperately, whispering that she should squeeze me hard, mark me too, turn me over, and spank me until my ass was good and red, mixing the marks so nothing could be figured out.

Romina got turned on by the idea. She put me face down, lifted my hips, and gave me a series of sharp slaps on the ass, one after another, while pushing two fingers into my pussy and moving them hard. I came like that, my ass burning doubly and my wife's fingers fucking me without mercy.

“What a delicious perfume you're wearing,” she suddenly said, burying her nose in my neck, her fingers still inside me.

My mind worked quickly.

“Do you like it? You smell amazing too, my love,” I replied, returning the compliment to cover up my own scent.

Maybe it was my imagination; maybe she really suspected something and preferred not to ask. But that night she enjoyed it like never before, and so did I, my heart racing because I had come so close to being discovered. We ended up scissoring until dawn, sweaty and exhausted, coming together one last time before falling asleep in each other's arms.

That was the first time. It wasn't the last. But that night I understood something about myself that I still don't know whether it frightens me or pleases me: I love Romina with all my soul, and even so, I can't put out the fire that ignites inside me when another woman looks at me the way Lúcia did.

To be continued.