Felipe takes Mariana to his hometown, but a massage session with an old friend unleashes hidden passions and an unexpected emotional triangle full of desire and tension.
Felipe guided his wife, Mariana, through the narrow, cobbled streets of his hometown, a place that smelled of damp earth and wild flowers. It was their honeymoon, and he wanted her to see the place where he had grown up, where every corner held a memory of his childhood. Mariana walked beside him, her body wrapped in tight shorts that irresistibly highlighted her curves. Her large, firm breasts moved gently with every step, attracting discreet glances from the few neighbors passing by. Felipe smiled proudly, knowing he had the most beautiful woman in the world by his side.
—You're going to love what I've prepared —Felipe murmured, taking her hand—. It's something special, something you can only find here.
Mariana looked at him curiously, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She trusted her husband, but she couldn't help but feel intrigued by what awaited her. They arrived at a small adobe house, its carved wooden door ajar. A man with brown skin and marked muscles, Felipe's neighbor, greeted them with a wide, warm smile.
—Felipe, my friend, it's been a long time —said the neighbor, extending his hand for a firm handshake—. And this must be Mariana. It's a pleasure to meet you, gorgeous.
Mariana blushed slightly, feeling the intensity of his gaze. Felipe introduced the man as Javier, an old childhood friend who was known in the village for his expert hands in massage.
—I've heard you have a gift —Mariana said, trying to maintain her composure.
—A gift that I will put at your service today —Javier replied, winking at her—. Come in, come in, the ambiance is prepared.
The interior of the house was cool and dark, with aromatic candles softly illuminating the room. A massage table covered with white sheets waited in the center, next to a table with essential oils and clean towels. Mariana immediately felt relaxed, but also a little uneasy. She wasn't used to this type of situation.
—Undress and lie face down —Javier instructed her in a soft but firm voice—. I promise you won't regret it.
Mariana exchanged a look with Felipe, who nodded with a reassuring smile. With trembling hands, she took off her shorts and blouse, remaining in her underwear. She lay down on the table, feeling the coolness of the sheets against her skin. Javier approached, his large, warm hands beginning to rub her back with slow, deliberate movements. The aromatic oil glided over her skin, and Mariana closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the sensation.
—Relax, Mariana —Javier whispered, his warm breath grazing her ear—. Let my touch take you to another place.
His expert hands traveled over her body, massaging every muscle with perfect pressure. Mariana began to feel looser, her tensions disappearing under Javier's care. But then, something changed. She felt the weight of his body on her, his breath closer, more intimate. His hands moved down, dangerously brushing her buttocks, her thighs, until they finally stopped at her crotch.
Mariana's eyes snapped open, her heart racing. Through the thin fabric of her underwear, she felt something hard and hot pressing against her. Javier's member, erect and throbbing, slid against her sex, exciting her in a way she couldn't ignore. Her breathing became choppy, her body responding despite her confusion.
—Don't resist, Mariana —Javier murmured, his voice husky and seductive—. Let yourself go.
He climbed on top of her, his muscular body crushing her against the table. Mariana felt his erect penis moving against her, massaging her in a way she had never experienced. Her moans were muffled by surprise and pleasure, her mind struggling to process what was happening.
—Follow my instructions —Javier ordered, his tone now commanding—. Lift your hips.
Mariana obeyed, her body moving instinctively. Javier introduced his member between her legs, rubbing it against her sex with slow, deep movements. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Mariana found herself moaning, her voice mixing with Javier's heavy breathing.
—More, Mariana —he whispered, his warm breath in her ear—. Let me feel you more.
With a quick movement, Javier pushed his penis inside her, penetrating her to the deepest point. Mariana arched her back, a gasp of surprise and pleasure escaping her lips. Javier began to move, his rhythm steady and powerful, dominating her body completely.
—Don't stop —Mariana groaned, her voice hoarse with desire—. More, please.
Javier smiled, his control absolute. He took off the condom, his member now bare and throbbing, and penetrated her with more force, feeling every inch of her body. Mariana moved beneath him, her large, firm butt lifting to meet every thrust. Her moans filled the room, her voice mixing with the sounds of their bodies colliding.
Behind the village garden, where wild flowers bloomed under the sun, Felipe watched from the shadows. He had followed Javier, curious about what his friend had planned. Now, he was paralyzed, his mind in conflict. He watched his wife, his Mariana, being possessed by another man, her body responding with a pleasure she had never shown him.
Javier fucked her hard, his member penetrating deep into her womb. Mariana groaned, her body moving in perfect sync with his. Felipe felt a knot in his stomach, a mixture of jealousy and arousal he couldn't ignore. Should he intervene? Claim his wife? But something about the scene kept him pinned to the spot, watching like an involuntary voyeur.
Mariana was caught between pleasure and loyalty, her body surrendered to Javier's domination, but her heart still tied to Felipe. The neighbor continued to move inside her, his rhythm tireless, and Mariana wondered if she could ever forgive herself for what was happening. The future was uncertain, and Javier showed no signs of stopping, leaving the scene on an open climax, with Mariana suspended between two worlds.