After a tiring day, Valeria and Santiago explore a fantasy together that challenges their limits and redefines their relationship with passion, desire, and trust.
Santiago opened the door with a warm smile, his eyes shining with anticipation as he saw his wife, Valeria, enter the house. A professor at the local university, she was carrying the weight of a long day of classes and marking. Her hair, tied back in a messy bun, framed her tired but still beautiful face. Santiago greeted her with a tight hug, his arms wrapped around her as if he feared she might fade away.
"How was your day, my love?" he asked, his voice soft and full of concern.
Valeria sighed, resting her head on Santiago's chest. "Exhausting. The students are more rebellious than ever, and the administration keeps pushing back with the reports." Her voice sounded tired, but there was also a hint of frustration.
"I'm sorry, honey," Santiago murmured, stroking her back tenderly. "But you're home now. Let me take care of you."
She pulled away slightly, looking at her with a mixture of love and annoyance. "So what do you have planned, Santiago?" Her tone was challenging, as if she knew he had something in mind.
Santiago looked at her with a mischievous smile, his eyes shining with an intensity Valeria recognized all too well. "I have a wish, Valeria. One that only you can fulfill."
She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Again with your fantasies, Santiago?" Her voice was a mixture of exasperation and resignation. "Promise me it won't be something I regret."
"I promise," he said, taking her hands in his. "But I need you to trust me. Tonight will be special, I assure you."
Valeria looked at him for a few seconds, torn between her tiredness and the curiosity Santiago always aroused in her. Finally, she gave up. "Okay. But if this ends in disaster, it'll be your fault."
Hours later, in the bedroom, the dim light of the bedside lamp illuminated the room. Valeria was sitting on the bed, her body covered only by a silk robe that slipped over her skin. In front of her, a young college student, Lucas, stood, his body trembling and his eyes filled with nervousness. He was shy, with disheveled hair and a look that betrayed his inexperience.
Santiago, sitting in a corner of the room, watched the scene with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. His hand moved slowly under the sheet, masturbating while his eyes watched every detail of what was about to happen.
Lucas, his face flushed, approached Valeria. His erect, unprotected member pressed against her soft backside, as she gently guided him. "Relax, Lucas," Valeria murmured, her voice calm despite the discomfort she felt from the smell of sweat and nervousness emanating from him. "This is natural. Just go with the flow."
The young man was ascending, although his body remained tense. Clumsily, he began to explore Valeria's body, his trembling hands brushing her skin. She guided him, teaching him how to touch her, how to taste a woman's body. Her breasts, firm and generous, became the focus of his attention. Lucas caressed them, his trembling fingers circling the erect nipples.
Valeria, despite her initial reluctance, let herself be carried away by the moment. "That's it, Lucas," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Use my breasts. Do whatever you want with them."
The young man, encouraged by her words, leaned in, pressing his face against her chest. His lips brushed against her soft skin, and Valeria felt a shiver run through her body. Despite the foul odor emanating from him, she forced herself to ignore it, concentrating on the pleasure that was beginning to emerge.
Santiago watched from his corner, his eyes wide open. His hand moved faster, his breathing quickened as he watched his wife being touched by another man. "Valeria," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're so beautiful. Perfect tan."
She looked at him for a moment, her eyes meeting his. Her gaze was a mixture of guilt and arousal, as if she were fighting her own feelings. But then she returned her attention to Lucas, who was now kneeling in front of her, his erect member just inches from her face.
"What do I do now?" Lucas asked, his voice trembling.
Valeria smiled excitedly, a smile that was as much for him as it was for Santiago. "Try it, Lucas. Try it and learn."
The young man ascended, leaning forward. His lips brushed his wife's tight pussy, and Valeria gasped. Despite the smell, despite the situation, she felt an intense pleasure course through her body. Lucas began to move his tongue, exploring clumsily but with a passion that would reveal her.
Santiago, from his corner, watched as his wife took control and devoured the young man's member. His hand moved frantically, his breathing ragged as he watched Valeria swallow Lucas's semen, splashing it onto her breasts.
"Valeria," Santiago moaned, his voice full of desire. "You're incredible. Perfect tan."
She looked at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of emotions. "Santiago," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Is this what you wanted?"
He moved up, his hand pausing for a moment. "Yes, my love. But promise me you'll always include me in your netorare. That I'll always be a part of this."
Valeria smiled excitingly, a smile that was as much for him as for herself. "I promise, Santiago. You'll always be a part of me."
Lucas, now more confident, positioned himself behind Valeria, pressing his member against her entrance. She guided him, whispering how to move, how to please her. The young man began to fuck her intensely, his pace becoming faster and more desperate.
"Valeria," Lucas moaned, his voice full of pleasure. "You're so tight. Perfect tan."
She was irritated, her head thrown back as she enjoyed the sensation. "Santiago," she murmured, her voice husky. "His cock is huge. It feels so good."
Santiago, from his corner, masturbated more vigorously, his face flushed with excitement. "Yes, my love," he moaned. "Enjoy it. Let yourself go."
The young man intensified his movements, his member thrusting in and out of Valeria forcefully. She moaned, her body trembling as pleasure invaded her. Santiago watched, his hand moving in sync with Lucas's movements, as his wife was fucked intensely.
In a moment of silence, when Lucas finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, Valeria looked at Santiago. Their eyes met, and in his gaze, there was a mixture of guilt and desire. He, with his eyes closed, wondered if this was the price of his pleasure, if the boundaries of love and desire were as blurred as they seemed.
"Santiago," Valeria whispered, her voice soft. "Is this okay?"
He opened his eyes, looking at her with a tired smile. "Yes, my love. It's fine. As long as you're with me."
She rose, her head resting on his chest. In that moment, in the silence of the room, they both reflected on the limits of their love, on the price of their desire. And in that silence, they found a connection that went beyond words, a connection only they could understand.