Adina 40 years old, is my wife, mother of two, very direct, hair up to the shoulders, great body, small breasts, perfect ass. She is very direct, but shy, until excited then she transforms into a craving lust filled woman. She has tried so far with her husband, oral, even deep trought, anal, various toys, fisting. But thats about it. Her husband expresses his desire to have a threesome, but with another man. More then that his desire is to see her being satisfied by another guy. But she always refuses. One weekend they finally go just the two of them to a cabin were they can be alone to relax. But I have other plans. I invited one guy, Arny, a frien we knew for years now, his married but he agreed to do this since we were friends for so long. his also a little shy and not sure what to do. My plan is to have some drinks get her exited and relaxed. Then inviteArny, and sit back and enjoy. She will be extremely angry and ashamed, very nervous at first, almost to the point of crying, but also not resisting, lime a hidden urge to surrender to the moment She is dressed casual, please describe in detail the event, go slow and describe how they undress slowly and cures her body, romantically and turning her anger and discomfort i to excitement and raw passion, as she embraces the moment and takes control of the action. Things take a twist, as before She and the guest start, she will ask me to leave, to stay outside. I will have to pay for what I have done, by not seeing it, at least not the first night. She will ask me in when they are finished, to see her breasts and neck covered in cum. The I will have to leave again, she goes to sleep. In the morning she will tell me about how in the night she did something she has done for me when we were young. She woke up and under the sheets she gave the guy a blow job, then when he would wake up and be hard, she would ride him slowly, sexy. Until the guy can in her.

Chapter 3: The dawn of desire

They finishthe breakfast and both go outside, to finish the coffee . He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. "What do you mean, 'more'?" "After he... after we finished, he pulled out slowly, and I felt a shiver run through me at the sensation," she said, her voice soft and dreamy. "But he didn't leave. He kissed me again, his hands roaming over my body, rekindling the fire within me." "I was surprised, but I was also excited. I wanted more, needed more." She took a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving his. "So, I initiated it again. I wrapped my legs around him, I pulled him closer, I... I took control." Her husband's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire.

He reached out, taking her hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on her palm. She looked into his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest, her body still aching for more. She took a deep breath, her lungs filling with the scent of pine and the faint aroma of their lingering passion. "Later, I woke up," she whispered, her voice soft and dreamy, lost in the memory. "The sun was just beginning to rise, casting long shadows across the room. I was still wrapped in his arms, our bodies entwined, still connected in a way that defied words." Her husband's grip on her hand tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fought to control his rising desire. he asked, his voice barely above a growl.

"Did you do that thing that we did when we were young, remember? I slipped under the blanket, we were both naked, and I took him in my mouth."

She felt his grip on her hand tighten, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he processed her words. He was silent for a moment, his breath echoing in the quiet cabin.

"When did you do that?" he finally asked, his voice low and gravelly.

Adina looked down at their joined hands, a small smile playing on her lips. "After... after the second time we made love," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "He was still hard, still wanting more. I wanted to give him more."

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his intense gaze. "I slipped under the blanket, just like we did when we were young.

I took him in my mouth, and he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. He whispered my name, over and over, his hips moving in time with my mouth. It was... it was incredibly intimate." "I'm so wet right now, just thinking about it," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

"I want it, too. I want to taste you, to feel you deep in my throat."

She reached out, her hand cupping his hardness through his jeans, her fingers tracing the length of him. "I want to make you come again, just like that." He looked down at her, his hands still tangled in her hair, his grip tightening. "You want that, Adina?" he growled, his voice thick with need.

Adina moaned, her head nodding eagerly against his chest. "Yes, please," she begged, her eyes never leaving his. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, his body desperate for release. "Fuck, Adina," he cursed, his hands tightening in her hair, his grip almost painful.

"Did he wake up?" Her hands still on him, she looked up, her eyes meeting his, surprise and fear flickering in their depths. "At first, he got really hard, then...

then he woke up," she continued, her voice soft and breathy. "I slipped off the bed, kneeling in front of him, my hands trembling with anticipation. I unbuttoned his jeans, my fingers brushing against his hardness, making him groan softly. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, slowly pulling them down, revealing him inch by inch. His cock sprang free, hard and eager, and I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with desire, and I could see the raw need mirrored in his gaze. Her husband's voice was barely above a growl, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Adina nodded, her hands still on his cock, her grip tightening slightly as she looked up at him.

"I got up," she admitted, her voice breathy with desire. "And I kissed him, a long, deep kiss that left us both gasping for air. Then, I straddled him, my hands on his chest for support, and I slowly lowered myself onto him. I felt him, hot and hard, filling me completely."

Her husband's eyes darkened, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Fuck, Adina," he cursed, his hands tightening in her hair, pulling her head back slightly. "What did you do next?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.

Adina's hips began to move, a slow, sensual grind that made her husband's cock twitch within her. "I rode him," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal.

"I rode him hard, my body moving in time with his, our hips meeting in a primal rhythm."

He cursed again, his grip on her hair tightening, pulling her head back as he surged forward, his eyes locked onto hers. "I want to feel that," he growled. "I want to feel you ride me, Adina."

Without warning, he pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips, her center pressing against his growing erection. She gasped, her arms wrapping around his neck for support, her eyes wide with surprise.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice breathy, her body already responding to his touch.

He growled, low and deep, his hands gripping her hips, grinding her against him. "Showing you what you did to him," he said, his voice thick with desire.

"Show me, Adina." Her breath hitched, her eyes searching his for a moment before she nodded. "Okay," she whispered, her hands going to the waistband of her jeans. She shimmied out of them, kicking them aside as she stood before him in her lace panties and a thin sweater.

"What else?" "What else did you do?" "Nothing else," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It lasted a few seconds, the surprise and excitement made him very horny, he was about to come."

He cursed, his hips surging forward, his cock hard and aching against her center. "Fuck," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "That's hot, Adina.

So fucking hot. But, fuck, I don't have a condom on," Arny admitted, his voice rough with arousal, but also tinged with worry. He paused, his body tensing above hers as he considered the situation. "I don't want to stop, either, but..." his voice trailed off as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and concern.

Adina's eyes, hazy with lust and clouded with a sense of reckless abandon, stared up at him. She reached up, her hands framing his face, her fingers tracing the lines of his cheeks. "I don't care," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I don't want to stop now. Fill me up, Arny.

Fuck me bare, she moaned loudly, her back arching off the bed, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. She could feel the head of his cock nudging at her entrance, and she moaned again, louder, urging him on.

He thrust into her, filling her completely, and she gasped at the sensation. He felt different, bigger, thicker, and she reveled in the stretch. He began to move, his hips slapping against her buttocks as he drove into her, harder and faster with each thrust. She could feel every ridge, every vein, and she was overwhelmed with sensation. He was so deep, so hard, and she loved it.

He moaned, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fuck, Adina," he groaned. "You're so fucking tight. I can't hold back." She could feel his body tensing, his movements becoming more erratic. "It's okay," she whispered, her own body on the edge. "Come inside me. Fill me up." And with that, he lost control.