It was an unforgettable party

One day we had a celebration in the office and, as he had not taken the car, I had a few drinks. I have no weak head, so I can hold my liquor well, and that day was no exception. Coming home, I called Marisol and she told me if I could accompany her to a meeting since two friends of hers from abroad had arrived. She wanted to go out with one of them, but they asked if I could bring another friend. I was undecided, as there was nothing to do, and my husband was arriving later that day. I said, “Okay, okay.”

I almost didn’t change, I wore a short dress (well above the knee to mid-thigh or so) with sandals, without underwear because I don’t like it. Also, in summer, it makes a terrible heat, and not wearing panties refreshes me. Marisol called me and told me to come down because they were already coming in a rented car. Effectively, I went down and got in the car where they were sitting, and we went to an elegant place, a restaurant for a few drinks and something to eat. I ordered a rice with seafood, knowing that it makes me horny, and well, we talked, we laughed. Indeed, the two were good. My friend had told me which one was her choice, so I had to stay with the other one, and it wasn’t bad. For this, I wrote a message to my husband telling him I was with Marisol and had gone out to dinner and for a few drinks to accompany some friends of hers, to which he said he was fine and to be alert for anything.

The boy I got was white, tall, with a good, cared-for body, and it showed he was a rogue and a good performer. He was also a dancer, as we started to dance salsa (which was the music they played in that place, and I like to dance). You know that good salsa dancing gets you hot. Well, we danced glued together for several songs. I couldn’t help but feel his tremendous bulge in his crotch. We were pretty turned on, in fact.

On the side, between songs, I took my phone and wrote to my husband to tell him I was dancing salsa. He knows what I’m like, and I said, “Be careful, I’m half drunk and maybe today your wife will get laid,” to which he replied saying it was surely a joke and he was calm. He didn’t say, “Then tell me more.” I replied, and we continued dancing. Marisol then told me to come with her to the bathroom. That’s where she says, “Hey, the boys are telling us to go to their apartment.” I told her, “Marisol, you know what they want. If we go, it will be to have sex.” She said, “And then, friend… please, it’s been a long time since I’ve had any intimacy, and well…” I didn’t tell her, she told me. “You rather like it, I saw you flirting with Richard,” which was the name of my occasional friend. “You’re heating up the eggs, and you also like it, surely you’re super wet down there,” she told me. I said, “Let’s see,” and touched myself. Well, I knew I was wet, but not that much. It was a river I had there. “Ugh, yes, I’m wet,” I said. And then she said, “Okay, tell them yes, but play a little hard to get and say yes.”

I left the bathroom and took my phone to write a message to my husband to tell him the news. “Confirmed, I think I’m going to get laid, do you give me permission?” I said, to which he replied, “I don’t believe you, you’re bragging for sure, just have fun and be careful.” “Thank you, my love, but seriously, give me permission, I’ll reward you.” We are a formal couple, but liberal and have our occasional adventures with consent, which only serves to strengthen our relationship. But still, sometimes he gets jealous, which makes him a beast later when he takes me. I said, “Then I’ll give you details.”

Well, we went to the apartment. In the car, it goes without saying that Richard touched my pussy at will, rubbing me, he put his finger in my hole. I was super wet, he fingered me, and luckily the apartment was close, it was love. We got to the apartment, it was nice. We started playing music, and suddenly Marisol was gone. Richard told me, “Let’s do it here.” I said, “Better in bed, you should be busy as you may realize.” He said, “But we’ll see.”

We actually went to the room and Marisol was already getting fucked, and it seemed fine, but the bed was king-size, so there was plenty of room. I took off my dress, he laid me on the bed, and Richard pulled out his dick. It was really good, very wet. He put on a condom and started to fuck me. I always like him to give it to me on the edge of the bed, and this was no exception. I started on the edge of the bed, legs on his shoulders, when I felt his thick, hot cock thrust into me with a desire. I came, I couldn’t hold back. As he went on and on, I think I was in another place. Then I turned over doggy style (that’s my downfall), I turned around and came. We did various positions, I came several times. But this guy looked like he was super gifted, he went on and on thrusting into me until he finished. Ugh, he let me rest.

Meanwhile, Marisol and her partner were already exhausted in bed, and Richard had gone to get water to drink. I sent a message to my husband: “In the middle of a fuckfest, you can’t imagine this. Bye, I can’t write more as I’m starting again.”

We were lying there talking among the four of us and increasingly loving among the four. We were about to start again and the guys said it was best to swap partners. Well, the truth is it suited me. Ernesto (Marisol’s partner) I liked, and Richard, while fucking Marisol, looked at me and I also looked at him. It was one of those looks when you’re lying on your back, he was fucking Marisol, our eyes met. He was fucking her, I was getting fucked, but we wanted to fuck each other, so I gladly accepted. It started again, this time I started by riding him. When I sat on his cock, it really felt like an iron rod and it hurt like a virgin’s first penetration, that rich pain. So much so that I let out a scream, and everyone laughed. “You look like a virgin,” they told me. I started riding him with a force, knowing that I would never see him again and had to make the most of it, and so it was better (I have my husband and I consent to such escapades, but the one I loved was and is my husband). “You’re sucking the juice out of a poor man,” he told me, “like a puppy, like a dog taking its milk,” something that never fails to matter to me.

It was an unforgettable party. I never thought I’d do a swap and fuck in such an unbridled way.