I fucked my friend's wife

This story is simple. At a party with mature friends, I met a very nice couple. Since I was single, recently separated, I joined them in a friendly chat, except my interest was focused on the beautiful female, Marcia. Even though I had a partner in those days, I was in need of having more and more sexual experiences. I was open to life. Her husband, named Esteban, was truly very friendly, and I noticed the guy was talking to me about his wife as if inviting me to get to know her. They are both 50 years old; I am 59. I told them what I did for a living, and we planned a trip to some hot springs near the city. The three of us shared a love for ecology.

The three of us arrived at the hot springs, and that afternoon after lunch, we truly had a relaxing session. Marcia was delicious; her tremendous, slightly saggy breasts looked tempting, wrapped in a tight bikini. Her thick, gorgeous legs were delicious, and her ass was to die for—a goddess, with prominent, fleshy, soft buttocks and very white skin, just how I like it. Obviously, I pretended not to look, but they hugged and, right in front of me, kissed and touched each other. It seemed daring and lacking in judgment to me. Were they sending me a message? I thought. At one point, when Marcia got out of the hot spring, she walked, and I could clearly see the outline of her vaginal lips through her bikini. She was completely waxed, and it truly left me with a delicious erection.

Esteban made a comment to me about his wife, but I played deaf. I didn’t have the courage to tell him that his wife was incredibly hot and that I would gladly fuck her. However, he insisted with a, “What do you think of my wife, Eugenio? She’s a beauty, right?” Don’t make me tell you how exquisite your woman is; you might get jealous, I replied. He laughed and told me it was an honor for him to receive that comment.

That night, we had dinner in the cabin. Marcia was wearing a sexy miniskirt that allowed me to feast my eyes on her fleshy thighs, and she had the brilliant idea of putting cream on her legs in front of us. I looked; I confess I was turned on. Her husband looked at me, looked at Marcia, and laughed. “…My love, Eugenio won’t be able to sleep tonight if you keep putting on cream like that…” he said with a laugh. She covered her crotch, laughing, and said, “…It’s a free show, he should take advantage,” and laughed. After a few glasses of whiskey, we each went to our room. I lay down but kept thinking about the exquisite woman in the room next door. When I came out of the bathroom, I looked towards their room and saw her naked for a split second.

Impressive tits, and such beautiful nipples. I left my door slightly ajar and listened to them. They were obviously getting ready to have sex. I got naked and started touching myself; I was determined to masturbate. About 15 to 20 minutes passed, and I heard Marcia knock on my door. I covered myself and shouted, “Come in!” She said she was worried because Esteban had a severe stomach ache and it seemed dinner hadn’t agreed with him.

Since I’m a doctor, I went to help. I dressed as best I could to hide my erection and went to the couple’s room; it was indeed gastritis. We were all half-naked; the poor man was completely naked, screaming in pain and vomiting. I took him to the bathroom and calmed him down, then we gave him cool boiled water to prevent dehydration, and I gave him painkillers I always carry. I put him to bed. During the whole ordeal, it was impossible not to see Marcia. Barely covered by a blouse, she showed me her naked ass the entire time. Exquisite buttocks and a waxed pussy, with long vaginal lips.

We went to the living room to have some tea while Esteban slept. I looked and looked until she, now past the tension of the incident, relaxed, laughed, and said, “With all the worry, I didn’t bother to get dressed. Will you forgive me?” Happily, I told her, “As far as I’m concerned, you can stay naked.”

Her waxed pussy was in full view; her tits hung down, barely covered by the blouse. Her wide, dark nipples were evident. She looked at me, laughed, and asked for whiskey. I stood up, poured it, and as I handed her the glass, she took my hand. She looked at me, laughed. I bent down, and as she took the glass, my hand caressed her leg, a delicious, fleshy, tight, and soft thigh. I moved closer, kissed her, and slid my hand up until I reached a wet, opening pussy… delicious. Marcia put the glass on the table, I took off her blouse, pulled down my pants, and she positioned herself, sat on top of me, held onto my shoulders, and began to move up and down, burying my cock completely inside her.

We were having sex without even exchanging a word. My penis is quite thick and long (it measures 22 cm), and Marcia made it clear it hurt her a little; she began to control how much cock her vagina required, sitting down gently, then standing up in an exercise that was driving me crazy. When she buried my cock, her tits were in my mouth; feeling and biting her dark, hard little nipples was fantastic… I caressed her hips, her legs, her back, I kissed her mouth, her ears, her neck. In my ear, she told me my cock was perfect. “When I tell you, shove it all the way in, sweetie,” she whispered in my ear… then she immediately said, “Now, fuck me deep.” I heard the instruction and, holding her buttocks, I buried myself completely in the woman’s exquisite, fleshy body.

We went on for about 10 minutes until Marcia exploded, holding back her scream… she bit my shoulder and I held on. Marcia had experienced an explosive orgasm. Then she got out of the position, turned around, got on her knees, and gave me a spectacular blowjob. I came in her mouth almost immediately. She swallowed everything, cleaned her lips with her tongue, and kissed me. We drank whiskey and went to sleep. The next day, we acted as if nothing had happened. Esteban was weak in the morning and recovered by evening; the weekend ended well. I fucked an exquisite woman, and we remained friends as before.