Felipe watches helplessly as Sofía, his wife, gives herself over lustfully to Lucas, a friend from the past, unleashing a storm of forbidden emotions and tensions on the beach.
Felipe was sitting on the beach, his gaze fixed on the silhouette of his wife, Sofía, as she moved gracefully under the afternoon sun. Her red bikini stood out against her tanned skin, and the curves of her body, so familiar yet so desirable, kept him mesmerized. With a glass of red wine in his hand, Felipe enjoyed the tranquility of the moment, the sound of the waves breaking against the shore like a background melody. Sofía, a chef renowned for her talent and beauty, had insisted on this trip to relax after months of intense work. Felipe couldn't agree more; the beach was the perfect place to unwind.
Suddenly, a figure approached Sofía from behind. Felipe instantly recognized Lucas, a childhood friend of his wife, someone with whom she had shared years in the orphanage where both grew up. Lucas was tall and muscular, with a smile that always seemed to carry a hint of mischief. Without saying a word, Lucas wrapped Sofía in an embrace from behind, his hands sliding brazenly toward her firm butt. Felipe frowned, but before he could react, Sofía let out a soft moan, surprised but not entirely displeased.
—Lucas? —she asked, her voice trembling, as he squeezed her against his body. Felipe noticed how Lucas's erection brushed against Sofía's bikini, and a knot formed in his stomach. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
—Hello, Sofi —Lucas murmured into her ear, his breath warm and laden with intention. Without waiting for a response, he turned her toward him and kissed her lustfully, his lips devouring hers. Sofía resisted for a moment, but then gave in, her hands clinging to Lucas's shoulders as he lifted her off the ground. Felipe felt paralyzed, the glass of wine forgotten in his hand.
Lucas wasted no time. With one hand, he held Sofía against his body, while the other slipped under her bikini, anxiously seeking her wet pussy. Sofía moaned again, this time louder, as Lucas slid his fingers inside her intimacy, exploring her with a familiarity that sent a chill of jealousy down Felipe's spine. At the same time, Lucas squeezed her breasts hard, his thumbs playing with Sofía's erect nipples.
—Damn, Sofi, how much I've missed you —Lucas whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Sofía didn't answer; instead, she surrendered to the passion of the moment. Lucas lowered her to the ground, but didn't let go. With a quick movement, he stripped off her bikini, leaving her body exposed. Felipe felt his heart pound in his chest. He couldn't look away, despite the humiliation that consumed him.
Lucas unzipped his shorts and let them drop to the sand, his imposing erection pointing directly at Sofía. She knelt down without hesitation, taking his member in her hand and bringing it to her mouth. Felipe watched, helpless, as Sofía sucked him skillfully, her lips sliding up and down while Lucas moaned with pleasure.
—Like that, Sofi, just like that —Lucas murmured, his hand tangled in her hair.
After a few minutes, Lucas lifted her up and pushed her onto the sand, his body covering hers. Without preamble, he penetrated her, his member sliding into her wet pussy with a shared moan. Sofía arched her back, her nails digging into Lucas's shoulders as he began to move, his hips colliding with hers in a frantic rhythm.
Felipe felt trapped in a dream, unable to move or speak. The sound of their moans, mixed with the sound of the waves, enveloped him in a bubble of humiliation and excitement. He knew he should intervene, but his body wouldn't respond. Instead, his hand slid discreetly toward his pants, his erection painful and traitorous.
The sex between Lucas and Sofía was intense and desperate, as if years of repressed desire were erupting in that moment. Lucas took her hard, his hands gripping her hips as he moved her up and down, his member entering and exiting her pussy with relentless rhythm. Sofía moaned his name, her eyes closed as she abandoned herself to pleasure.
After long minutes, Lucas tensed, his body shaking as he reached climax. Sofía followed shortly after, her voice breaking into a cry of ecstasy as her body convulsed beneath his. Lucas collapsed onto her, panting, before rolling to one side and standing up.
—Come on, Sofi —he said, extending a hand to her—. Let's clean up in the sea.
Sofía nodded, her face flushed and her hair disheveled. Both walked toward the water, their bodies still trembling from the effort. Felipe watched them, his hand moving slowly inside his pants, his mind conflicted. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed, and yet, his body responded with an excitement that shamed him.
When Lucas and Sofía returned, they sat down near Felipe, as if nothing had happened. Lucas hugged Sofía, seating her on his lap, and she snuggled against him, her head on his shoulder.
—How was your yoga, Sofi? —Felipe asked, his voice trembling, trying to maintain his composure.
—Oh, it was incredible —Sofía replied, looking at him with an innocent smile—. Lucas taught me some new poses. It's like deep yoga.
Lucas nodded, his hand sliding down Sofía's leg.
—Yes, it's very intense —he said, his voice loaded with double meaning—. But it's worth it.
Felipe forced a smile, his hand still moving discreetly under the towel. He watched as Lucas and Sofía moved and rubbed against each other, disguising their deceit with a facade of professionalism. The humiliation consumed him, but the excitement was impossible to ignore. In that moment, he wondered if he could ever trust anyone again, as the image of his wife being possessed by another was etched in his mind, leaving him with an emptiness that not even pleasure could fill.