Fantasy

" What do you want for breakfast, my love? " she asked me from the kitchen.

" A cup of coffee and some toast are enough, honey, " I replied while watching the Formula 1 race on the TV in our living room.

Melisa, after 13 years of knowing her, at 36 years old, still maintains a spectacular physical attractiveness. She has a dark complexion, is 5'6" tall, has long, semi-wavy brown hair, light brown eyes, long, shapely legs, and firm buttocks and breasts from her daily workouts. Her breasts are generously sized, perhaps a little below average, but she boasts a cleavage that would make any man's head spin. Wide hips that highlight and further shape her fleshy, firm, and rounded buttocks. She certainly attracts attention whenever you see her walk by. She has a sweet, gentle, and accommodating nature. A heart of gold, someone easy to love, someone you'll want to have around you once you meet her.

While we're at it, let me introduce myself. I'm Carlos, Melisa's husband, telling you this story. A 40-year-old man, 5'7", white skin, slightly long black hair, and brown eyes. Beardless, with a slim build, not skeletal, but I don't consider myself muscular.

" What are we doing today? What about going to the mall? " she asks as she sets breakfast on the table.

- Well, of course. We'll finish watching this race and head over there.

We've been married for eight years, plus five years of dating. We have a good life, I can't deny it. I have a job in software development that allows me to work remotely and generates enough income to live in one of the most beautiful and peaceful cities in the United States, Vermont. We own a house with two bedrooms and bathrooms, a kitchen, a living-dining room, and a pool. We also have a car that we both use to get around town. Melisa doesn't work; my job is enough to cover both our expenses; she pursues her hobbies full-time. By mutual choice, we don't have children, so we dedicate ourselves to living our lives together. I repeat, we have a good life, I can't deny it. It was simply so good and calm that I feel like the monotony was taking over.

" What if we stop by that place I told you about the other day? " I said as I drove toward the mall.

" Which one? " she asked, surprised.

- The one I told you about the other day… In bed… While… - I said in a mischievous but embarrassed tone.

" The sex shop? " she asked. " Sure, love, let's go. I told you, as long as it stays between us, I'm willing to try anything, but I don't think I can go any further. " She continued in a determined tone, but gratefully accepting the idea.

Don't ask me why, because I haven't figured it out yet, but a while ago, a crazy idea started floating around in my head: seeing Melisa with another man. I love Melisa, and I have no doubt that she loves me. Maybe it was the confidence of knowing her heart is mine, maybe it was the need to spice up the sexual sphere of our relationship a bit. I'm a rather jealous man; maybe it was a mechanism in my brain that knew how to transform jealousy into sexual pleasure. Maybe it was an excess of altruism, wanting my wife to enjoy her sex life, which was cut short by our relationship. Maybe I needed to see my tender wife dominated by another man, to see her surrender her body and subdue her mind until she completely surrendered to pleasure. Maybe it was something deeper in my psyche, or maybe it was all of them at once; I don't know. The only thing I know is that this idea took shape over time, the crazy idea became a sexual fantasy, and the sexual fantasy suddenly didn't seem so crazy anymore, in fact, I believed it was feasible so I confessed it to her in the form of a sexual game while we were having sex.

Our sex life was pretty good and regular. Of course, after 13 years, it's inevitable that the monotony of a relationship isn't also reflected in the sexual sphere, but I think we're both mature enough to understand that this is normal in a marriage.

Despite her attractiveness, Melisa hasn't been with many men in her life, as she met me very young. I'm not saying she's inexperienced; she is, although what she most possesses is skill, a lot of skill. In short, Melisa is a ten in bed. Her body is exciting, she knows how to move and please, she likes to play, she's horny, she simply enjoys sex to the fullest. Like everyone, I think, she likes sex and isn't ashamed to show it. As is often the case, let's not confuse her tender nature with her sexual madness at the right moment.

I'm on the same path as her sexually. I feel we're very compatible in that sense, and I think this was, and is, one of the pillars of our relationship.

" What do you think of this one? " I asked, holding up a vibrator with a built-in clitoral stimulator.

"This one has ten main vibration modes, plus five secondary and independent vibration modes for the clitoral stimulator. When inserted into the vagina, its curved shape allows it to stimulate the G-spot, and its flexibility allows it to adapt to any body type and position. It's waterproof, easy to clean, charges quickly, and you can download an app so you can control it from your phone, " a saleswoman told us when she saw us hesitant.

Melisa and I looked at each other, smiling. Honestly, neither of us had tried this before, nor did we even consider that such a device could have so many features. It just seemed perfect, and we bought it.

I was on top of Melisa, she was lying on her back on the bed, her legs spread as my penis penetrated her. She grabbed my hips and pulled me toward her with some force so my thrusts would be more powerful. I felt her open her legs to feel my penis deeper.

" Give me more, " she begged between gasps. " Harder, my love. I want to feel it deep inside me. Don't make me so hot, please, I beg you."

I noticed a certain tone of disappointment in her words, as if my thrusts and my penis were not up to her desire at that moment.

" Do you want to come on top? " I asked, noticing his tone.

- No, you know I like that pose, but your penis always ends up falling out. What if we try that vibrator we bought today?

At that moment, I confirmed my previous theory: Melisa needed something more sexually that I couldn't give her. Let's be honest, I think my duration in bed is average; I don't consider myself precocious, nor a great stud. I do consider, and I'm very ashamed to say it, that the size of my penis is probably smaller than the norm. That's the reason why Melisa asked me to feel it deeper, but I couldn't; the reason why my penis slips out when she rides me. Come on, it's the honest truth. It's hard for me to admit, but Melisa knows it, I know it, we just never talked about it. Besides, what are we going to say? It's not like she made it a requirement before starting our relationship. Of course, it would have helped, but feeling prevails, above all.

I got out of bed, went to the drawer in our nightstand, and took out the vibrator. I lay down next to her again. I made sure to rekindle her arousal, which had partially died down while I searched for the vibrator. I began to kiss her softly, lowered my hand to her still-wet genitals, and began to masturbate her gently and delicately. I turned on the vibrator and replaced my hand with the device. It vibrated at a low/medium intensity, and I gently ran it over her vaginal lips. Her moans intensified noticeably, she panted incessantly, and she opened her legs as wide as she could and placed her hand over mine, the one holding the vibrator. She gripped it tightly and began to direct the movements, following her own rhythm and pleasure. My hand was unnecessary at that moment; I removed it and left the vibrator to Melisa for her complete control.

She remained lying in bed, legs spread, masturbating with the vibrator in her left hand. With her right hand, she began to touch her right breast, while her eyes remained closed and panting. I, with my penis in my hand, masturbating, licked Melisa's left breast while I watched her moan with pleasure.

- Ahh!

A soft but intense moan, louder than the others, escaped her mouth. She had inserted the vibrator and was simulating penetration with the movements of her hand.

" Do you like feeling it inside? " I asked her as I watched her open her legs even wider to let it all in.

" You don't know how much! I needed it... " she replied, her voice choked with gasps. " Do you like seeing me like this? " she continued.

- It turns me on to see you enjoying yourself. I'd like to see you this excited all the time!

That vibrator was driving her wild with excitement. Melisa was truly enjoying it in a way I'd rarely seen before. Seeing her so aroused, I dared to take our sex play to the next level.

“ You’d rather this vibrator be another man’s penis, wouldn’t you? ” I asked her as she continued masturbating with her legs spread and her eyes closed. “ Would you like someone else on top of you right now, thrusting their penis into you? Would you like to spread your legs so they could really thrust deep inside you like I couldn’t? Do you want them to make you scream and gasp like a whore while they fuck you? Don’t you?”

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Melissa wasn't answering my questions, but the game was clearly starting to turn her on more and more. She writhed with pleasure, moaned, and moved the vibrator so that her clitoris and G-spot were stimulated simultaneously.

" I know you want it. Feel free to enjoy it and admit it. I want it too, " I continued.

Melissa's legs literally began to tremble with pleasure. She opened them as wide as she could and gave in. She gave in to the orgasm she was about to have, she gave in to the game, she gave in to desire.

" Carlos, forgive me, " she said, her voice breaking as she reached orgasm. " But I need a man who can give me what my body is craving. A man who knows how to fuck me! " she continued.

He uttered that phrase and let out what he'd been keeping bottled up. The orgasm? Yes, that's right, but I'm more referring to his sexual confession.

It was the morning after what was probably, up to that point, the most exciting night of our entire relationship. At least for me, although I'm sure it was for her too. Melisa rested her head on my chest and stroked me gently.

- Love, I need to apologize for what happened last night. The vibrator, the game, your words—the whole situation was just so arousing. I got carried away and shouldn't have said those words. That's not me, you know that. Forgive me!

" Melisa, don't say any more. Last night was the best orgasm of my life, and apparently yours was too, " I said, laughing. " Not only do I not mind what you said, but I love that you were able to open up so much. Just let yourself go and enjoy."

From that day on, our sex play was recurrent, I'd say almost indispensable in our sexual encounters, for both of us. The dynamic was repeated: she preferred to use the vibrator during our sexual encounters, as it was the only way she could reach orgasm with me, but I wanted more.

" Hey Antonio, how are you? Listen, buddy, I'd like to go get a beer. I need to talk to you about something. It's on me! " I said through my cell phone.

Antonio, 36 years old, like Melisa, my closest childhood friend, now and in the future, without a doubt. My best man at my wedding, almost a brother to me. Dark-skinned, 5'8" tall, with short black hair, brown eyes, and an athletic build. A very attractive guy. When we used to go out partying, he was my worthy adversary when it came to wooing women.

" Look, buddy. I don't know how to tell you this. I'm really embarrassed, but you know you're like a brother to me. I confess everything to you. You're the only one I trust that much. " I said as we enjoyed our beer at a bar.

" Tell me, Carlos. You're worrying me. Don't tell me you cheated on Melisa. Please don't tell me that, she wouldn't forgive you. " He said, worried.

"No way, Antonio. Well, I'll just spill the beans. The point is, I've been wanting to see Melisa with another man for a while now. We fantasize about it a lot in bed, but she doesn't dare make it happen. However, from everything she tells me and how turned on she gets when we do it, I'm sure she'd enjoy it as much, if not more, than I do."

- Look, if you want advice, you can't force her, she won't accept it and above all she won't enjoy it.

"Thanks for the advice. In fact, that's what I intend to do: have her accept it on her own. I know she'll do it with the right ingredients. But I didn't come here to ask for your advice; I came here to ask you to be the one to help us fulfill that fantasy."

- Friend, I can't accept. Not for Melissa. Who wouldn't want to be with Melissa? But rather for our friendship. If this really happens, I won't be able to bear losing you, or rather, losing you as friends.

- Antonio, that's not going to happen. I'm the one asking you this. How could I be mad at you if it really happens? And as for Melissa... She has no reason to know about our agreement.

It was 8 p.m. Melisa was wearing a wide, black, mid-thigh skirt. High stilettos and her signature silver anklet were on her feet. A tight, slightly low-cut sundress was on top. Her beautiful hair was loose, along with large hoop earrings and a parka to protect herself from the cold.

" Come on, honey, we're running late, " I said from the living room while she was still in the bathroom finishing the last details of her makeup.

We arrived at Antonio's house. There were about ten people there, mostly couples. We had a few drinks, chatted all night, and little by little, people started leaving until it was just Antonio, Melisa, and me.

" Wow, I'm exhausted! " Antonio exclaimed as he sat down on the couch. " But I'm so glad you guys stayed."

" We're glad to be here, but don't you have a better drink than this? " Melissa said, laughing as she savored a sip of rum.

" Well, just so you know, that's one of the best brands of rum on the market, " Antonio replied jokingly. " But for the lady, I have a sweet liqueur. It's very nice, although I warn you it's an aphrodisiac, " Antonio continued with a smile.

" Anything will be better than this, " Melissa said, looking at the glass of rum in her hand. " Besides, any liquor is an aphrodisiac for me! " she continued, laughing.

I was sitting on the couch, opposite me, Antonio and Melisa, side by side. The alcohol was making itself felt, and apparently, so was its aphrodisiac effect. Our conversations became erratic due to the alcohol and gradually escalated. Melisa, I suppose, due to her confidence and the alcohol, had completely neglected her skirt, which, between crossing and uncrossing her legs, moved so much that it barely covered her groin and panties. Antonio, between one joke and another, and due to his theatrical nature, hugged and casually touched Melisa's thigh, who, far from being uncomfortable, seemed to be at ease.

" I told you liquor was an aphrodisiac! " Antonio said, laughing.

" No way! Why do you say that? " Melissa replied.

" Look how hot you are! " Antonio replied, alluding to the play on words, as he looked at her legs and placed his hand on her thigh again.

It was obvious something was wrong with Melisa. Although she and Antonio were close, she would never have allowed him to do what he had just done to her with his hand. She looked at me with a slightly blank stare, as if trying to understand what was happening, trying to understand if I had seen the same thing she had, if this was normal, or if she was simply seeking approval.

" Your friend is a fool, " she said, looking me in the eye, laughing at Antonio's joke. " But thanks for the compliment, " she said this time, looking at Antonio, while reversing the cross of her legs so that Antonio's hand was trapped between her two crossed legs.

We continued talking for several minutes. The three of us pretended nothing unusual was happening. Antonio had his hand between Melisa's crossed legs, almost up to her groin; she felt comfortable and at ease with the situation; and I, as if it were normal for someone to touch my wife's legs in front of me.

Antonio's hand continued to creep upwards. It went up to Melisa's skirt, moved it shamelessly, and continued with the goal of reaching her thong. From my frontal position, I couldn't tell if he had really reached that point; I could only see how deep Antonio's hand was between her legs. I saw her skirt completely lifted, leaving her entire thigh exposed, and she couldn't manage to adjust it at any moment. I saw how Melisa occasionally lifted the leg she was on top of and quickly placed it back down, facilitating the slow but steady rise of Antonio's hand.

It became a strategic and exciting game of doing the forbidden in the "light of day," pretending that no one in the room noticed what was happening. It continued for several minutes until I saw Melisa's attitude change. Her eyes slowly closed, remained closed for several seconds, and then opened again. She began to slightly open her mouth and gently bite her lower lip, her breathing becoming somewhat labored. Apparently, Antonio had now reached Melisa's pussy and was beginning to surreptitiously rub it with his hand over her thong, which didn't prevent her from enjoying herself.

Antonio continued talking to me, Melisa having excluded herself from the conversation simply because she couldn't enjoy it, talk, and pretend at the same time. The moment reached its peak when Melisa, without realizing it, leaned her head back while uncrossing and slightly opening her legs to give Antonio's hand a free hand. She quickly recomposed herself and looked me straight in the eyes. Her eyes were still half-closed and she was breathing heavily, her legs remained slightly open, and Antonio was touching her deeply.

" I'll take advantage of this opportunity to go to the convenience store on the corner and see if they have any more beer, " I said, still staring at Melisa in that position.

Antonio nodded. Without changing her position or composure, Melisa continued looking at me and, without saying anything, suddenly closed her eyes, opened her legs even wider, so much so that her pink thong was exposed, and threw her head completely back, resting it on the back of the sofa where they were sitting.

My walk to and from the convenience store was slow, not because I wanted to be, but because I couldn't stop thinking. Melisa was giving herself to me in front of me. For the liquor? To please me? Because she enjoyed it? I don't know, maybe all at once. What did that last look mean? For me to leave? For me to stay? Or was she seeking approval for something else? Would she really dare to do anything else? My monologue didn't stop, my questions went unanswered. Suddenly, jealousy hit me with a reality check. Had all of this been a good idea? I don't know if it had been a good idea, but judging by how hard my penis was at that moment without even touching it, I know that seeing Melisa giving herself to another man simply drove me wild with excitement.

Before I knew it, I was back at Antonio's house. I was about to ring the doorbell when I had the idea to peek through the living room window to see what was going on between Antonio and Melisa. The window didn't have a full view, but it gave me enough to understand what was going on.

I peeked out, and immediately a mixture of jealousy, lust, rage, and satisfaction flooded my body. I could see the sofa from the armrest. Antonio was sitting, his torso bare, his pants on the floor. Melisa was on top of him, facing him as she moved her pelvis rhythmically back and forth. Her hands were resting on the backrest, on either side of Antonio's head, which she used to push herself forward and move more forcefully. Melisa's skirt, completely untucked, covered half of her ass. Antonio's two hands could be seen touching and squeezing her buttocks, while he helped Melisa with her hip movements. Antonio lifted Melisa's head to bury his mouth on her breasts; she leaned her head back in a sign of surrender and enjoyment. When he wasn't busy licking her breasts, they simply lost themselves in passionate kisses like teenage sweethearts. Melisa rode Antonio for several minutes. The armrest obscured my view of the actual penetration, and I couldn't see Antonio's boxers anywhere. Although it seems absurd now, perhaps because of the disbelief at the moment, I began to think they were both still in underwear and that those movements were merely rubbing.

My doubts were quickly dispelled. Antonio put his arm around Melisa's waist, kissed her as they stood up, and laid her face up on the couch. Now erect, he pulled his hard penis out of her, adjusted the condom, grabbed Melisa's ankles, spread her legs, and entered her again.

Now he saw Melisa lying lengthwise on the sofa, her head on the armrest and her hair hanging over the edge. With one hand she held onto the sofa to keep from falling and with the other she touched Antonio's chest. Her legs were completely open, the left one resting on Antonio's right shoulder, and her right leg was in the air, held by Antonio's arm as he thrust into her. Melisa was still wearing her skirt, now completely hiked up, her heels still on her feet, and her pink thong was hanging from her right ankle, the same ankle Antonio was holding to keep her legs open.

I saw Antonio from the front. I could see the excitement in his face. He was standing over Melisa, his left leg resting on the floor and his right leg bent on the sofa. With one arm, he spread Melisa's legs, and with the other, he held onto the sofa to increase the power of his thrusts. He was fucking her so hard that the sofa was moving, her hair was following the sway of Antonio's thrusts, and Melisa's feet were also wobbly with each thrust. From my position, I could hear the constant, powerful collision of their bodies, the typical sound of two people having sex.

What happened that night was surreal. Melisa spreading her legs so another man could touch her pussy in front of me. She voluntarily riding Antonio, seeking the greatest possible pleasure. A man fucking my wife. My wife's long, sexy legs, wide open for another man's penis. Her foot, with its imposing heel and anklet that I gave her, resting on Antonio's shoulder, moving with the power of the thrust. The thong on her other ankle, wobbling. The skirt completely lifted. Antonio adjusting the condom just inches from Melisa's pussy. The passionate kisses. What happened that night was overwhelming. While Antonio was lying on top of Melisa, kissing her and fucking her, she had her legs open and in the air, trembling with pleasure like that night with the vibrator, I couldn't contain my excitement and ejaculated without even taking my penis out of my boxers.

I walked slowly to the door, waited there until I stopped hearing the sounds Antonio and Melisa's bodies were making during sex, and gave them enough time to get dressed.

" I think it's time to go, " Melissa said as she opened the door for me, still a bit flustered, her clothes already neatly arranged but a bit disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her legs still slightly shaky.

I never asked Melisa what had happened that night; she never confessed it to me, and we never spoke about it. Our trust with Antonio grew; we began to include him in several of our plans as a couple, and our friendship and relationship grew even closer. In private, we continued to fantasize, although that no longer seemed to be enough for Melisa.

We finished our usual tennis lesson that Melisa, Antonio, and I took on Saturday mornings, and headed to the car to head home. As I usually do, I approached the passenger side first to open the door for my wife.

" Honey, I'll go in the back with Antonio. I'll take advantage of his kindness to rub my muscle a little while it's still warm, " she said as she took some cream out of her backpack.

While it was true that Melisa had slightly hurt the abductor muscle in her right leg—it seemed to be a simple muscle strain—I think something else was wrong with her. I don't know if it was because of the power she felt over me, seeing me unresponsive in those situations, or perhaps the morbid curiosity of feeling desired by another man and watched by her husband at the same time, or the excitement of pretending nothing was happening, or simply the pleasure she felt with Antonio. The fact is that Melisa was starting to really enjoy flirting with him. Add to that the fact that they had spent so much time together and, of course, the "secret" of that night, Melisa felt completely at ease with Antonio.

" Of course, love, " I said calmly as I placed the snowshoe bag on the front seat and she climbed in the back with Antonio.

The three of us were chatting. I was driving, with Melisa in the middle of the back seat, and Antonio on her right. The three of us were still in our tennis clothes: Antonio and I in shorts and a T-shirt, and Melisa in a top and the typical short, loose tennis skirt. I could see them from the rearview mirror and used it to make eye contact while we talked.

" Where does it hurt? " Antonio asked as he felt the stitches on Melisa's right leg.

" It's this way, " she replied, grabbing Antonio's hand and guiding it to the exact spot.

The point was the right abductor muscle, on the inside of the leg, a few centimeters from the groin. Antonio separated Melisa's legs slightly for greater comfort and began the massage with gentle circular movements.

" Let me know if I hurt you, " he said as he massaged her.

The massage movements began to get stronger and deeper. I saw how with each movement, Melisa's skirt lifted slightly and Antonio's hand slid deeper inside her. Melisa realized that watching another man touch her was starting to turn me on. She met my gaze in the rearview mirror and became a little more daring.

" Rub me a little higher, " she said to Antonio, looking into my eyes and running Antonio's hand down to the junction between her pussy and her leg.

She continued looking at me for a few seconds, slowly closed her eyes and opened her legs wider, clearly showing how Antonio's hand began to rub her pussy, the hand that she herself placed there.

Antonio stopped talking to me, and Melisa shifted further into her seat, leaning her head and back. It was obvious what was happening. Melisa's breathing began to become labored with excitement. Under her skirt, I could hear Antonio's finger sliding in and out of Melisa's wet pussy. The sound grew louder and more unmistakable. This time, Melisa gave herself completely and shamelessly.

I saw from the rearview mirror how she stood with her legs spread, her skirt lifted, and her thong moved to the side so Antonio's finger could enter more easily. The sound of that penetration and her slight moans were the only things that could be heard in that car.

Suddenly, Antonio pounced on her, kissed her deeply on the mouth, and began to move down the kisses, from her lips to her neck, continuing along her exposed navel, reaching her pussy.

" Take it off! " Melisa gasped, referring to the thong that was preventing Antonio from licking her vagina freely.

Melisa let him take off her thong, opened her legs completely again, and with her hand guided Antonio's head to her vagina. They remained in that position for several minutes. He knelt on the floor of the car, licking her pussy. She kept her legs completely open, holding Antonio's head against her genitals with her hand, not letting him take his tongue off for even a second. She even began to move her hips, simulating penetration, rubbing her pussy all over his face.

" Antonio, fuck me. Fuck me here and now, I beg you. " I heard Melisa scream from the backseat.

While he continued to suck her pussy, Antonio reached into his bag and took out a condom. He stood over Melisa, adjusted the condom, spread her legs, grabbed her ankles, and slid his cock deep inside her.

- Ahh! - Melisa let out her first loud moan as she felt Antonio's penis inside her.

Antonio slowly increased the pace of his thrusts, each time faster and more powerful. He had released Melisa's ankles to grip the car seat and gain more firmness and power. She, on her own, took care to keep her legs as wide open as possible so Antonio could hold her more comfortably.

I kept driving. I took less-traveled routes and slowed down as much as I could. In the rearview mirror, I could see Antonio's back and buttocks, his torso upright. Beneath him, Melisa, whose open legs I could only see and her moans I could hear. I saw Antonio's thrusts and saw his testicles hitting Melisa's buttocks, a sign that he was penetrating her to the depths of her being.

- Yes, like that, please don't stop. I feel your whole penis inside me, I feel you so deep... - Melisa cried between moans.

Seeing Melisa let herself be fucked freely in front of me, hearing her enjoy and moan, seeing her surrendered to desire and passion, hearing the clash of their bodies and the sound of her wet pussy as she was penetrated, was everything I had wanted when this crazy fantasy began in my mind.

- Antonio, sit down, I want to ride you . – Melisa said, agitated.

Antonio stopped his thrusts, adjusted the condom, and sat down, leaving his large, hard penis pointing toward the roof of the car. Melisa recovered, rested her knees on the seat, one on each side of Antonio's legs, and, facing him, straightened her torso. She looked him straight in the eyes and began kissing him, while with her right hand she guided his penis toward her pussy. She didn't sit on him, nor did she insert it immediately. She continued kissing Antonio while she ran his penis over her vaginal lips.

Antonio, while continuing to kiss Melisa and letting her get aroused by his penis, took the opportunity to undress her. He removed her shoes, stockings, and the top that still covered her breasts, leaving her with only her skirt lifted up.

Melissa, in the same position and continuing to keep her tongue in Antonio's mouth while kissing him, lowered her hand to his testicles, caressed them for a few seconds, and began to run her hand over Antonio's penis. As she did so, she slowly and delicately removed the condom until it was completely off.

" We don't need this. I want you to be able to feel how wet you make me with your penis, " Melisa said excitedly as she threw the condom to the floor.

She ran his penis over her vaginal lips again, moistened it with her fluids, and positioned it at the entrance of her sex. She tilted her hips slightly in preparation for penetration and sat on his penis until it disappeared completely inside her. She began to kiss him passionately again and began to move her hips, simulating a ride. From the rearview mirror, he saw her kissing him, how she moved on top of him simultaneously, up and down, back and forth. He saw Antonio's cock appear and disappear inside Melisa's pussy.

" What a nice cock you have, Antonio, " she said as she intensified her movements.

" And you're such a good cop, Melissa, " he replied, visibly excited.

" It's because you're making me so horny ," she continued, moaning as she continued riding him.

I reaffirm that Melisa enjoys sex; she knows how to move very well, and even more so in that position, with that arousal. Up until that moment, I had never seen Antonio so aroused; Melisa's movements were truly taking him to the limit; a limit she seemed unaware of when she was with Antonio.

Melisa's abundant fluids began to slide down Antonio's penis, which generated the typical and exciting sound of penetration into a very wet pussy.

" Do you feel how you hold me, Antonio? I'm dripping wet for you. Do you feel how you've got me dripping with pleasure? " she asked him excitedly as she looked at him. " Ever since you fucked me that night at your house, I haven't stopped thinking about you."

Melissa, unwittingly, or perhaps intentionally, had just confessed what I had seen that night through the window. Neither of them seemed to mind; in fact, it only made them more excited. In that moving car, at that moment, it was as if I had disappeared.

"Do you like having me like this? Do you like being the man who makes me horny? The one who makes me wet my panties and spread my legs? Then cum, Antonio, cum inside me, leave your semen inside me and take control of me completely, " Melisa continued, watching her man's excited face.

Antonio couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Melisa's ass, held it firmly, and with a powerful thrust, he drove his penis even deeper. He let out a powerful cry, betraying his ejaculation inside my wife's pussy. Melisa had stopped her movements, kissed him, and even with his penis inside, I saw the first jets of white semen coming out from the sides of her vagina.

- Antonio, I'm yours now.

To be continued...?