I had a professor in college who, once, while talking to my class about the issue of adultery, said something that made us laugh. But later, I realized that maybe he hadn't said it as a joke and really meant it that way:— If a man doesn't know that his wife is cheating on him, he is not a cuckold. He will only be a cuckold if he knows and does nothing about it, accepting and maintaining that situation.
My wife is 24 years old, with squirmy blonde hair that reaches her shoulders, a slim waist, and perky, attractive breasts. Petite is a thin woman who looks appetizingly thin. We live in a small town in a forgotten department of Colombia. To make ends meet, my wife got a job teaching in a village three hours away. Every Sunday afternoon, she went to school and returned only on Friday. Every remaining time she wanted, she stayed at school for two or three days. The school had a small apartment for the teacher to work there.
Back when Markus, my wife Maria Teresa, and I were still just dating, we often went out with another couple, friends of ours, to have fun. We were always together at dances, parties, and other events in the small town in the interior of São Paulo. In fact, this girl, named Izabel, was my girlfriend's cousin, and the boy, Almir, was a neighbor. Izabel was a tall, fair-skinned brunette with straight black hair and a wonderful body. Knowing her attributes, she liked to wear shorter or tighter clothes to highlight her beautiful feminine features, such as skirts that showed off her plump, beautiful thighs, and dresses that showed off a small waist but ultimately highlighted her magnificent butt.
My boyfriend decided to have a night owl party with his friends. He took advantage of his parents' trip and arranged for everyone to bring their computers and play games all night. Coincidentally, it was the weekend I was there too. He asked if it was okay, and I promptly said no. I knew his friends and always enjoyed watching them having fun.On Saturday, it was still 8 p.m., but the lights were all off. The five of them were in the kitchen screaming and laughing, and I was in the bedroom watching TV. Some time later, I decided to go to the kitchen and watch their game. I sat next to my boyfriend, and we stayed there for a few minutes. We always like to do things in public, so I knew I had the freedom to do what I did at the time.
For those who don't know me yet, my name is Matheus, I'm 1.75 tall, my body is standard and all shaved, my hair is black, brown eyes and a thick 16 cm cock. And my lover and boyfriend is a tall guy, 1.85 tall, brown hair and eyes, with an enviable body, beautiful smile and a juicy cock, I tell more details about our first encounters in my previous story, I hope you read it and feel very horny too.
I continued my freelance work, but our unstable economy, thanks to our "excellent political class," means companies are cutting exactly what can be cut: consulting services. So I ended up idle most of my time, and staying home without work only created friction with my wife. It was during this low point that, one day, talking to a good friend of mine, he extended an invitation:
Everything I'm sharing here is a true story that happened some time ago. I was doing home renovation work, like painting and small repairs. I was called to get an estimate on a house. When I got there, I met a very cheerful lady, despite having been a widow for about two years.
We lived in the village. My name is Nika. I am 19. I am short, I play sports. My friend is 18. Her name is Vika. She is taller than me, has a firm butt and size 2 breasts. In general, she is attractive. Once we had a training session together, and I invited her to my home to sit together.