The Guest My Husband Invited to Watch Me
I’d done it. I’d fucked Marcos. Or, more accurately, I’d ridden him, because he had barely let himself be touched. I’d dared to do it, and in the dim light that shielded my shame, I climbed on top of him, grabbed his hard, hot cock in my hand, rubbed it a couple of times against my already-soaked lips, and slowly started taking it inside me, feeling the head open me up from within, inch by inch. Once I had him buried all the way to the hilt, I pressed my thighs against his hips and began to move, first in gentle circles to get used to his thickness, then up and down faster and faster, his cock sliding almost all the way out before plunging back in hard. I bit my lip to keep from screaming and came briefly and quickly, but intensely—one of those orgasms that leave you trembling on top of a man, your pussy throbbing around his cock without quite knowing what you’ve just set in motion.
The next morning I continued the game from the day before. He couldn’t take his eyes off me, and you could see the bulge half-hidden beneath the paper tablecloth when we went down to the village for breakfast. I think I handled it better this time, more carefully, so there wouldn’t be too many spectators. I didn’t want the whole thing passing from mouth to mouth either, even though only two or three people there knew us.
What I did know was that it wasn’t just a matter of him liking it and becoming bolder. I was realizing that I was attracted to him too, and that giving Daniel the cuckolding he wanted wasn’t going to cost me any effort at all.
I waited for my husband to fall asleep. Daniel never took long. As soon as his breathing grew heavy, I got out of bed wearing only my panties and crossed the hallway almost on tiptoe, hoping Marcos would still be awake.
I found him awake, yes, with his hand beneath the sheet, busy with the thing between his legs. He was jerking off while thinking about me, and seeing him like that suddenly soaked my panties. Without a word, I pulled back the sheet and found his cock hard and thick, the head already shiny with the spit he’d produced himself. I pushed his hand away, knelt at the edge of the mattress, and took him all the way into my mouth. I savored him slowly, licking his glans with my tongue curled around it, going down to the base and coming back up with my lips tight around him. I heard him moan and cover his mouth with his arm so he wouldn’t make any noise. I sucked his cock hungrily, spitting on it so it would slide more easily, stroking him with one hand while licking his balls one by one. When I felt him nearing the edge, I sprang up, tore off my panties, and impaled myself on him in one movement, sitting astride him and facing him. My pussy was dripping so much that his cock plunged straight in to the balls. I covered his mouth with my hand and began riding him furiously, grinding my clit against his pubic bone with every downward stroke. He grabbed my tits beneath my nightshirt and pinched my nipples until I cried out against his palm. I came on top of him with his cock buried deep inside me, feeling my pussy clamp down in spasms around his shaft, and he finally let loose a stream of hot semen inside me, thrusting his hips upward to empty himself completely into my cunt. It was what I believe I’d wanted without daring to say so out loud.
Afterward I got into the shower, so I’d have an excuse ready in case Daniel noticed I’d gotten up. I let the hot water wash Marcos’s cum from my thighs, washed my swollen pussy with my fingers, and put my panties back on. I returned to my husband’s bed. He seemed asleep, just as I’d imagined.
I didn’t discuss it with anyone, but I’d already made up my mind: I was going to arrange for Marcos and me to be alone in the house. We’d do everything we wanted, without my husband finding out, never telling him, and I’d make Marcos promise he wouldn’t say a word either. I’d do it my way. Daniel wanted to be cuckolded—of course he did—but he was going to remain unaware that he already was.
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I found her in the kitchen, making coffee in an incredibly thin T-shirt and a new pair of panties, lacy, tiny, and pretty. Her dark nipples showed through the cotton, and from behind, her panties disappeared between her buttocks, leaving her ass almost bare. I’d dressed a little more than necessary so what had happened the day before wouldn’t be repeated, when I’d nearly lost my head the moment I saw her.
“That’s more like it—I do like you getting up early,” she said without turning around completely.
“Daniel isn’t up yet?” I asked.
“No, he likes to sleep a little longer. He gets up pretty early during the week, so he makes up for it on the weekends.”
“That’s normal,” I replied, just to say something.
“Are you working tomorrow?” She said it naturally, but there was something hidden beneath it.
“Yes, although I don’t have a fixed schedule. I usually drop by for a while to see how things are going, that’s all.”
“And could you miss work tomorrow? Or stay another day?”
Of course I could. One phone call, and with my second-in-command keeping an eye on things in case anything came up, no one would miss me. It was obvious she was looking for privacy, and at last I’d be able to fuck her calmly, without having to hide in the half-light like a couple of teenagers.
The day passed more or less like the previous ones. A bath in the morning, then a while walking in the hills, during which Daniel took the opportunity to ask me quietly whether I’d tried anything with her yet. I told him no, that she seemed evasive. Then he asked me the same thing she had: whether I could stay one more day. He had to go home in the middle of the afternoon, he had to get up early the next day, and the drive from there was long and busy. He didn’t want his wife to be left alone, he said, if I could keep her company. And, while I was at it, try to fuck her once and for all, then tell him every detail.
I promised I’d stay until midnight, but I hinted that I might have to leave after that. I didn’t want him imagining that I planned to spend the entire night there, or several days. Instead of bothering him, this seemed to please him. He even thanked me, as though I were doing him an enormous favor.
We behaved ourselves for the rest of the day. She showed nothing at the pool: a one-piece bikini, the bathroom door closed while she showered, and the bedroom door closed while she dressed. We looked like any ordinary couple with an equally ordinary guest. Daniel left in the middle of the afternoon, just as planned, and we continued with the same carefully constructed normality until dusk began to fall.
She was the one who suggested going down to the village again, having something to eat, and, if it was open, stopping by the dance. It seemed like an excellent idea to me. We each got ready in our own rooms, until, when I was already dressed, she called me in to give my opinion on the dress she was thinking of wearing.
Seeing her standing there in black lace panties and a bra was even more exciting than seeing her naked. The panties were tiny, barely two triangles joined by the thinnest ribbons, so openwork that the slit of her pussy was perfectly outlined beneath the fabric, even the soft mound of her shaved Venus visible. Above, the transparent lace barely covered anything, and her dark nipples, hard as stones, pressed against the fabric. Her breasts, squeezed together, formed a cleavage impossible to ignore.
If she’d made the slightest gesture, I would have thrown her onto the bed, ripped those panties off with my teeth, and eaten her pussy until she was hoarse from screaming. But she was focused on her clothes, doing with me what she probably did with her husband: using me as a mirror. She showed me dress after dress, most of them discreet, holding them against herself so I could judge the effect. Then she would turn to put them back on the hanger, and that round ass in black panties would stick out a yard from me while she, apparently oblivious, rejected one after another without giving me time to comment. I had to slip my hand into my pocket to adjust my cock, which was already pushing painfully against my zipper.
And in the end she found the right one. Short, light, perfect for showing off an elegant yet daring woman at the same time. A single piece that reached halfway down her legs and made her long legs look even slimmer, with a V-neck that hinted at everything her bra had pushed together. The best part was the fastening: it crossed in front and tied at the waist with two bows. All it took was a pull on one of them for the dress to open completely.
She sent me to wait outside. It took her quite a while, but at last she came out, the skirt fluttering around her knees, and we got into the car headed for the village.
This time I don’t know whether there was any exhibition, because I was sitting across from her and the table blocked my view of her legs. But with that skirt, it was difficult for them to remain completely hidden. I didn’t much care either way: I’d already had my private show, and I still hoped there would be more.
When we went dancing after having a drink, feeling her hot body beneath the thin fabric was pure pleasure. She pressed her tits against my chest, and I immediately felt her hard nipples showing through the material. I lowered my hand to the top of her ass, and she didn’t move it away; on the contrary, she pressed herself closer, rubbing her belly against the bulge already forming in my pants. Every time she spun around, her skirt rose and revealed a glimpse of her bare thigh high up, and I moved closer so I wouldn’t miss a thing, aware that half the square was watching her and that, far from making her uncomfortable, it seemed to arouse her. She confirmed it when she whispered in my ear, her voice hoarse, that she wasn’t wearing panties underneath.
Eventually she got tired, and we went home. We said goodnight in the hallway, each of us heading to our room to get ready for bed. I put on only the shorts I wore as pajamas and went over to her door. And there she was, already lying in wait for me, completely naked, her legs slightly open and a calm smile on her lips. Her pussy was shaved and glistening, her lips already swollen and parted, revealing the pink, dripping interior.
Neither of us needed to say anything. I lay down beside her and finally caressed her body without haste or fear, certain that no one would interrupt us. We kissed slowly, with tongues, tasting each other, and no further signal was needed. I positioned myself above her and kissed her from her hairline to the tips of her toes, stopping wherever I pleased. Her breasts received both my hands and my mouth; I sucked her hard nipples one after the other, biting them gently, tugging at them with my teeth until she arched her back and dug her nails into my neck. I moved down her belly, slipped my tongue into her navel, bit the taut skin over her pubic bone, and when the heat of her sex stopped me, I didn’t move from there.
I spread her legs all the way, held her thighs so she couldn’t get away from me, and buried my face in her pussy. I licked her from bottom to top with my flat tongue, savoring the thick juice already running down her perineum. I opened her lips with my fingers and searched for her clitoris, swollen and shameless, then sucked it as though it were a tiny nipple, trapping it between my lips and working it with the tip of my tongue. She moaned louder and louder, clutching my hair, pushing my face against her pussy, rubbing herself against me as though she wanted to devour me whole. I slid two fingers inside her and curled them upward while I kept sucking her clitoris, searching for that spot inside her. She came all at once, her legs closing around my head, screaming without caring anymore whether anyone could hear, and I felt her pussy throb around my fingers, soaking my chin and neck with her orgasm.
Still trembling, she pulled me up by the shoulders and sought my mouth, licking her own taste from my lips. Her ragged breathing told me the exact moment had come. I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, rubbed it up and down against her clitoris, and she let out a long moan that was more a plea than anything else. I penetrated her slowly, attentive to her moans, enjoying the tight heat wrapping around my cock inch by inch, and when half of me was still outside, she dug her hands into my ass and pulled me against her body, forcing me all the way in. I began fucking her with long, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in to the balls, watching her face transform with pleasure, her mouth open and her eyes half-closed.
“Harder,” she begged through clenched teeth. “Fuck me harder. Don’t be gentle with me.”
I did as she asked. I caught her beneath the knees, folded her legs against her chest, and drove into her with all the strength I had, hearing the wet smack of my balls hitting her ass with every thrust. She clung to the sheets, biting her knuckles so she wouldn’t wake the neighbors, her tits bouncing with every drive. Then I put her on all fours, gripped her hips with both hands, and plunged into her from behind, watching my cock slide in and out, shining with her juices, watching her round ass shake with every blow. I slapped one cheek, and she moaned for another, so I gave her two more, one on each buttock, until they were red. I pushed my wet thumb into her asshole, and her whole body shuddered, her ass thrusting backward so I could sink it deeper.
I felt her tremble again, contract around my cock, and we came almost at the same time, exhausted and satisfied. I came inside her with my cock buried to the hilt, jet after jet, feeling her pussy milk me of every last drop, while she collapsed onto the pillow with a muffled moan. I pulled out slowly and watched a white thread of semen run between her thighs and stain the sheet. Her eyes said everything, and I think it’s horrible to ask questions or say too much after sex. A kiss and a caress are worth more than a thousand words. We fell asleep holding hands, her naked body pressed against mine, the smell of sex still floating in the room.
In the morning I would call the office to let them know I wouldn’t be in until Friday. We had to make the most of those days, and a lot could be done in such a short time. I never believed she was in love with me. In fact, I’m sure she loved Daniel above all else. But the game had slipped out of his hands, and I intended to take advantage of his desire to be a cuckold.
And I think she was thinking more or less the same thing. Daniel wanted us to get involved, wanted to know about it, and perhaps even witness it, but we weren’t going to give him that pleasure—not for now, at least. There was only one thing on my mind as I watched her sleep: she loved showing herself off, enjoyed being watched; there was no doubt about that. And I promised myself I would exploit that side of her, make the most of that delicious detail of her character.
