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i brought him to her

My wife lay very still in front of me on the bed, naked and legs apart. I had just watched her get fucked by a short hispanic man with a mustache until he grunted and came. His sticky cum spurting into her. He was gone now, and my head was between her skinny legs. I pushed her knees apart, my face inching towards her freshly fucked pussy. It was purple and red, swollen, and oozing cum. I rested my nose on her little bush of stiff pubic hair, smelling, and let my tongue lick her sweet, salty pussy; tasting the sweet taste of her sex and the salty, sticky cum of another man. Mmm. Then I lowered my mouth, and engulfed her vagina in my mouth and started to suck, my raging hard on swelling as the warm delicious cum slid into my mouth, coating my tongue and making my cock pulse with desire to shove it into these warm folds. Licking into her wet vagina, I enjoyed the flavor. It was like all the times I had fucked her in our bed in the past, and after a brief rest, slid down the bed on my own accord while she was resting, and lapped on her pussy tasting our own sex. But this time was different. I had brought someone to her, and watched her get fucked by another man for the first time. His name was Diego, and he was shorter than me, about 5'5". He worked at a restaurant where I was a waiter and we had been friends, drinking together on occasion and talking about how funny the little things in life are. He was a very simple guy; not too bright, not too talkative. He drank one beer, I ...

... would drink four. He had a wife in Honduras who he was convinced was cheating on him, since they had no k**s of his. He washed dishes, was short and pudgy, and had a full mustache and thick, black rimmed glasses. When we got d***k, I complained about my hot wife, and he about his una fea. One late night after the restaurant closed, we were the last two to close up. I kept drinking while he swept and ran the last few dishes. "Diego, are you done yet?" I asked. "Si," he almost slurred. "Come on, I need to get home and see how tipsy that d***k-ass wife of mine got." She had gone out with her girlfriends and worn a slutty outfit: knee high black leather boots, a black mini-skirt and a strappy top that showed off her young breasts. She always drank too much, but always came home safely and fell asl**p after her nights out. "Yeah?" he taunted. "Sancho esta en su casa?" "Maybe!" I joked. As we turned out the lights I had a thought. Diego was leaving in two days for his home town; I would never see him again. I was horny as hell and that d***k wife of mine was liable to be passed out and not in the mood. I wasn't one to cheat, but I thought maybe I could fulfill a fantasy... "Hey, Diego!" I said. "You wanna come back to my place?" "Por que?" he asked confusedly. "You know! One more drink! Maybe you can fuck my wife!" He laughed, and after some convincing, agreed to come to my house for a drink. I promised him a cab ride home and free booze, how could he say no? When we walked into my ...