The climax in the cabin

My curiosity prevented me from waiting any longer. I had been waiting for about 20 to 30 minutes, and now the cabin was dimly lit, with most passengers asleep. I quietly got out of my "bed" and made my way to the back of the cabin via the aisle on the other side. When I reached their row, I saw them lying together on the seats, but that was all I could see; I needed to get closer.
Now, between me and their seats were four seats in the middle row. In the middle four seats of the row in front of Louis and Paula's seats, there was only one passenger, sleeping in three of them.
I carefully stepped over him, trying not to wake him, and sat down in the empty seat. This separated Louis and me from Paula's seats by only an aisle, but I was in the row to their side. I leaned back in my seat, pretending to be asleep, and squinted at my wife and Louis.
Paula was lying on her side in front of Louis, facing me.
At first, I was worried she would see me, but then I noticed her eyes were always closed, which reassured me a little. Louis lay behind her, her body blocking my view and preventing me from seeing his movements. Peeking at them, I immediately noticed my wife's body rhythmically moving back and forth; clearly, Louis was fucking her from behind. Although the blanket completely covered their bodies, I could still see Louis's arm around my wife's upper body. He was playing with her nipples while thrusting in and out of her vagina.
Suddenly, my wife's mouth opened wide, a strange expression flashing across her face, as if she were in great pain, but I knew it wasn't pain, but rather the result of a powerful orgasm.
Paula began to moan, and I saw Louis quickly cover her mouth with his hand.
Louis's thrusting force inside my wife increased, her body trembling and swaying back and forth; if Louis's arm hadn't been holding her tightly, my wife would have surely fallen off her seat. Her mouth opened again; she was experiencing another orgasm, perhaps Louis was now ejaculating inside her.
I patiently waited for them to straighten their clothes and sit up, but they didn't. They remained lying there. Louis was whispering to Paula, who smiled and turned to kiss him passionately.
After a while, my wife opened her eyes, her face full of surprise. Then, her body began to move again, and Louis started fucking her once more. They were replicating their first time making love. He fucked her harder and harder, and she seemed to have two more orgasms, because I saw her open her mouth in excitement twice, her body trembling.
Louis fucked my wife hard for at least 10 minutes on the plane, then ejaculated a second wave of semen into her vagina.
Then, they seemed to fall asleep, but remained in an embracing position. Louis didn't move after ejaculating, so I guessed his penis was still inside my wife. I secretly observed for another half hour, but nothing else happened. Sleepiness came over me, and I fell into a deep sleep.
Around 4 a.m., I woke up from my deep sleep. I turned to look at the seats diagonally behind me, hoping to see what Louis and Paula were doing, but the seats were empty; they weren't there. I looked around, but they were nowhere to be seen. I walked up and down the aisle several times, but still couldn't find them. Finally, I went to the back of the cabin, where there were several toilets. I saw that only one toilet door was locked. "Could they be in one toilet?"
I wondered. I looked around again, and seeing that no one was paying attention to me, I went back to the locked toilet door and pressed my ear against it, listening intently.
"Oh my God, good, Louis, fuck me hard with your big cock! Yes, fuck me, harder... Ahhhhhh, ohhhhh, that's so good..."
"Fuck fuck fuck, I'm going to fuck you to death, you beautiful bitch... Spread your legs wider and accept my cum!"
"Ohhhhh, harder, I want your cum."
Although the voice was suppressed and indistinct, I could still tell that it was Louis fucking my wife, because I was too familiar with Paula's moans and groans during sex and orgasms. After my wife's moans slowly disappeared, the man's moans during orgasm started again. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and then, my wife's moans started again, and her moans were louder than before. I could hear clearly what she was saying.
"Oh, oh, oh, you're going to make me orgasm again, oh, oh, oh..."
Clearly, Louis had brought my wife to orgasm again. I couldn't believe he could make Paula orgasm so many times in one night. A few minutes later, the man's groans grew louder, and I heard my wife urging him to ejaculate into her quickly, which made my penis incredibly hard; I was already feeling some pain.
Finally, the sounds in the bathroom quieted down, and I quickly ran back to the middle seat where I had been sleeping. A few minutes later, my wife and her lover returned together. They lay back down on that "bed," Louis still lying on his side, my wife leaning against his chest, lying on her side with him. Louis covered their bodies with a blanket.
Then, I saw his hand caressing my wife's body under the blanket, first her breasts, then her buttocks. I knew her nipples must be exposed outside her clothes, and her skirt was pulled up to her waist.
I was so tired that I soon drifted off to sleep, not even knowing if Louis had fucked my wife again.
At 10 a.m. on Wednesday, we arrived safely at San Diego International Airport, clearing customs smoothly. We checked into the hotel at noon, and I made it to my 2 p.m. business meeting and negotiations on time; things went smoothly. When I returned to the hotel, my wife was still fast asleep. This wasn't surprising; after being fucked by Louis almost all night on the plane, she was exhausted.
Thinking back on the entire flight, my wife and Louis's affair kept stimulating me, making me incredibly excited. I desperately wanted to pin my wife down, fuck her hard, and make her confess everything dirty she and Louis had done on the plane, but seeing her so sound asleep, I couldn't bear to disturb her. Oh well, I'd better take a shower and clean up first.
Just as I was showering, my wife slipped into the bathroom. She hugged me and stood with me under the showerhead. The moment her body touched me, I immediately got an erection, my erect penis standing tall like a flagpole in front of my stomach. Paula saw this and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, I love it when you're like this!"
Her hand grasped my hard penis, her fingers gently rubbing the glans, stimulating it to grow even larger.
"I think my husband is already very excited, isn't he? Does seeing his slutty wife's body excite him like this?"
"I'm about to burst, I want to fuck your slutty cunt right now."
"Is that what you think, huh? Hmm, you're right, darling, your wife is indeed a slutty cunt, Louis fucked your wife four times last night."
Hearing her say that, my penis became even harder, "I want to fuck you right now."
"Wait, darling, let's wait until tonight, after dinner, okay? You can rape me however you like then, and I'll make sure your cock stays hard the whole time, because I'm going to tell you in detail about how I fucked Louis, everything, like how he played with your wife's nipples, how he rubbed your wife's ass, how he pinched your wife's erect clitoris, and how he roughly thrust his huge cock into your wife's vagina, and how he filled your wife's uterus with thick semen."
Paula's words were like an electric shock to my penis, and I became even harder.
"Oh, oh, oh, darling, why is your cock so hard? Does hearing about other people raping your wife excite you? Ah, your hard cock is trembling, do you want to crawl into your wife's cunt?"
I couldn't speak, I just kept moaning, but that response was enough.
After showering, we went to a four-star restaurant and had a sumptuous dinner there. During the meal, Paula kept harassing and teasing me, keeping my penis erect throughout the entire meal. This trip to South America was truly enjoyable; Paula provided constant sexual stimulation from the moment we set off.
That night, she gave me incredibly exciting sex. She described in detail her and Louis's lovemaking on the plane, including every single detail, which thrilled me so much that I couldn't help but ejaculate as soon as I penetrated her. She wrapped her legs around my buttocks, keeping my penis inside her. A few minutes later, she made me erect again. It was like this all night; she controlled me, making me ejaculate and erect again and again, until I could no longer hold on and finally fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.
At 8 a.m. on Thursday, I left the hotel to attend a very important meeting. The contract negotiations were at a crucial stage; both sides agreed that the signing would be imminent, so this meeting was extremely important. If everything went smoothly, a grand signing ceremony would be held on Friday. The meeting was incredibly fast-paced; we didn't even have time for lunch. It finally ended at 6 PM, and by the time I got back to the hotel, it was already 7 PM.
As soon as I entered the hotel room, I was shocked. The room was filled with shopping bags of all sizes, most of them unopened. I went over and opened them, and found them overflowing with women's clothing: dresses, skirts, low-cut platform shoes, exaggerated 4- or 5-inch heels, stockings, socks, tweed dresses, long nightgowns, bikinis, boxer shorts, thongs, bras, demi-cup bras, bras with nipple holes, and so on—it was like a fully stocked women's clothing store.
It seemed my wife hadn't had a moment's rest that day; she'd probably bought every exotic garment in San Diego imaginable. On the luggage rack was a large box filled with all sorts of beautiful jewelry, including expensive gold and silver pieces.
Not seeing my wife, I called out her name loudly. Just then, I heard her reply from the bathroom.
"Hi, honey, I'm getting ready. Hurry up, you should change too. I made a reservation at a restaurant club, we need to be there by 8 o'clock. Louis recommended it. I'll be ready soon."
Hearing Louis's name, I immediately thought of something else. Then I realized that the clothes and jewelry filling the room weren't the only thing that surprised me; something else must have happened today.
In our room, there were two large double beds. Several boxes were on the bed closer to the door, while the other bed was piled high with things. I went over and moved the things from that bed to the one closer to the door. I saw that this bed was a complete mess. The blankets and bedspreads were pulled to the floor, the mattress was askew, and the wrinkled surface was wet, covered with patches of semen and vaginal fluid. Paula must have spent the afternoon having sex with some man, maybe Louis.
I stood there dumbfounded in front of the bed, my eyes fixed on the semen and vaginal fluid on it, my penis swelling rapidly in my pants.
"Looks messy, doesn't it? Louis was really going all out today,"
my wife said behind me.
I turned to face her, full of questions, but the words wouldn't come out. I was shocked by my wife's appearance; she had changed so much. Her hair had been restyled, a completely exotic look, and her makeup was incredibly professional, her lip gloss drawing my gaze like a magnet. Her eyelashes were long and curled. She looked radiant; the perfect makeup, combined with her delicate, fair skin, made her exceptionally alluring.
Looking down at her face, her body was even more seductive.
A thin black top with a low neckline, adorned with shimmering metallic sequins, further drawing attention; her nipples were faintly visible beneath the fabric, as if she weren't wearing a bra; the top was perfectly tailored, subtly showcasing my wife's curvaceous figure.
She wore a tight-fitting short skirt that hugged her full hips, the ripples of her buttocks visible as she walked, arousing wicked thoughts. She wore stockings, and judging from the outline of her buttocks on the skirt, she was definitely not wearing underwear. Her four-inch heels were adorned with silver straps, exuding a sensual air. A diamond necklace encircled her neck, and she wore a ring on each hand, neither a wedding ring, seemingly implying that any man who encountered her could make advances at any time.
Seeing her like this, my already erect penis involuntarily trembled.
“I think you’ll really like what you see,”
Paula said with a smile. “Go shower and change. We don’t have much time.”
“These clothes? I mean, where did you buy them?”
Paula replied, “These clothes were all brought by Louis. He wasn’t sure about my size, so he bought five or six sizes of each style and sent them over so I could choose the right ones, and he’d return the rest.” “
And the jewelry?”
“Those were also gifts from Louis. I love them.”
“Did he fuck you when he brought them?”
I couldn’t help but ask.
Paula looked at me strangely for a moment, as if I were some naive high school boy. “Of course, of course he fucked me. As soon as he came in, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. He was kissing me while tearing off my clothes, and he just stood there fucking your wife.”
“Oh, God!”
My penis trembled, my mind filled with images of my wife being raped.
"He rubbed my nipples, pulled my skirt up to my waist, and pinned me against the wall. Let me tell you, darling, he was so strong, so domineering. I could only spread my legs as wide as possible to accommodate his enormous penis. He stared intently into my eyes, and I felt like his gaze could burn me. Darling, I couldn't stop him from raping me. I hope I haven't driven you crazy."
I pulled my hard penis out of my pants and started stroking it in front of my wife. "How many times did he fuck you? Tell me, how many times?"
"After he rammed me against the wall, he carried me to the bed, made me lie on my back, and he pressed down on me, fucking me hard. This was the first time; I had two orgasms."
My wife saw that my glans was already wet. She reached out and grabbed my penis. "Come on, let me help you."
Saying this, she started stroking it vigorously.
As Paula masturbated me, she continued, "After Louis ejaculated inside me, he kept kissing and teasing me, biting my nipples when they became even harder. He made me lift my buttocks so his fingers could easily slip into my anus. Five minutes later, he got hard again, and I thought he was going to fuck me again, but to my surprise, he didn't. Instead, he bent down and kissed my vulva, even though my vagina and labia were covered in semen, he didn't seem to care. He licked my pussy for less than a minute, and I orgasmed again. But he didn't stop; he kept licking me until I begged him to come up and fuck me again. I told him I wanted his big cock, but he ignored me until I was licked to the point of bursting again."
In her narration, my penis grew harder and harder, and Paula sensed I was about to ejaculate. She stopped stroking and pressed down hard on the base of my penis with her fingers, pulling me back from the brink of climax.
"Later, he was about to fuck me again, so he turned me over, made me kneel on the bed with my buttocks sticking up, and told me to spread my buttocks apart with my hands so he could fuck either of my holes. But he still penetrated my vagina first. In that position, he went in very deep. I felt like his thick, long penis had reached my stomach. I don't know how long he fucked me, maybe an hour. I just kept having orgasms, I can't remember how many, until he ejaculated his second load inside me." "
Damn! He fucked you twice in such a short time, he's a real stud!"
"You bet. Later, we called room service and had lunch brought to our room. When the waiter came, he told me to go open the door completely naked, wearing high heels. Let me tell you, when the waiter saw my naked body, his eyes widened. After lunch, he fucked me again." "
Oh, what position did you use this time?"
I asked.
"I lay on my back, and he pressed my legs against my chest. He was so hard, so strong, that even with my legs tightly pressed together, I couldn't stop his cock from going in. His thrusts were like pile driving. Sometimes I jokingly tried to get him to pull out for a moment, but I couldn't get him out at all. Every thrust was so powerful, so unstoppable. When he fucked me, it really was like a bull mating with a cow. God, you really can't imagine what it feels like for a woman to be raped by such a strong, domineering, and aggressive man. It was so good, a completely satisfying feeling of being conquered, both psychologically and physically. He called me a 'slut,' which excited me a lot. Finally, he ejaculated inside me for the third time. All I could do was open myself up and let his big, powerful penis completely possess his wife!"
Hearing this, I couldn't control myself anymore, and a large amount of semen gushed out, shooting six feet away and landing on the carpet in the distance. Paula continued stroking my penis, milky white semen flowing down her hand. She quickly knelt on the floor, opened her mouth, and took the leaking semen from my glans into her mouth, swallowing it all.
After sitting down in the restaurant, Paula's words once again astonished me. She said, "We won't be staying at the hotel tomorrow, darling. When you leave for work tomorrow morning, Louis will pick me up from the hotel, and he'll even send a car to pick you up from your workplace."
"Oh, where will we go then?"
I asked in surprise.
"Your work ends tomorrow, right? We'll be staying at Louis's house as guests next week during our vacation. He's very wealthy, a billionaire. I don't know how much money he has, but I know he's very rich. Next week he'll be taking a break from his work to accompany us on a tour of Santiago and Chile. This will be much better than traveling on our own; we can learn more about the local culture and customs. He'll cover all the expenses, and he's told me about some very attractive plans, darling,"
Paula said enthusiastically.
"But if we stay at his house, won't he fuck you again?"
"Ugh, do you even need to ask? Of course he'll fuck me. I know he will, I'm looking forward to his cock."
I got hard again and asked, "Will he fuck you a lot?" "
Definitely. When he's at home, I'll sleep with him all the time. He said he has a very beautiful maid who can stay with you day and night and provide you with any service."
"Did you tell him I know about your sex life?"
"Yeah, I told him when he fucked me today. He was very happy to hear that, and when he knew you liked your wife being raped by other men, his cock got even bigger inside my vagina."
I felt like I was about to ejaculate again. "Hey, how many times do you think he'll fuck you? In the two days you've known each other, he's already fucked you six times."
“I don’t know, maybe four times a day? Five times? Or six times? Who knows. All I know is he’s very strong, he can have me whenever he wants.”
We talked as we waited for our dinner. Then I noticed a lot of men around us staring at my wife’s body.
“Hey, Paula, I feel like every man in the restaurant is looking at you.”
Paula smiled, clearly enjoying being watched, and said, “That man at the table behind you… don’t look back! He’s looking at my vulva.”
“Can he see it?”
I asked.
"He should be able to see. I spread my legs, and he even moved his chair to get a better view. I guess he likes looking at my breasts too."
"Damn, you've made me hard again." "
It would be strange if a man didn't get hard with a slut like me, honey. Look at those men over there at the bar, right to your left."
I glanced to my left and saw three men talking and staring at us. I asked, "You mean those three men over there? I see them. What are they doing?"
"The table is blocking their view of my legs and genitals, but I'm sure they're all looking at your wife's breasts."
My penis started to tremble. "Every man here is looking at your breasts. Their eyes have already stripped you naked."
"Oh, are you angry? Should I cover myself up? I can put on your jacket."
"No, no, I want you to expose your breasts to them. Oh, it hurts so much from being hard."
"When I lean forward like this, my nipples are exposed to those men's view. I've let them see them for at least 15 minutes."
"Oh, what did those guys do?"
I asked.
"Heh, they were all rushing to the men's room so they could have an excuse to walk past our table and see my thighs. I'm sure they got their fill."
Oh, I was so excited I could hardly breathe.
My wife leaned forward, and I could see her nipples through her neckline. I figured the men standing at the bar must have seen them too.
She said to me, "Honey, the guy behind you is gesturing for me to spread my legs."
"Really?"
I asked.
"I mean, he was licking his lips and gesturing for me to spread my legs. Did you want me to do what he said?"
"I don't know, I mean, um..."
My voice was like a mosquito's buzz, barely audible, and I didn't even know what I was saying. The thought of letting another man see my wife's vulva excited me, but how could I so readily agree? I didn't know what the consequences would be if my wife exposed herself in this crowded place.
"But he's waiting. That guy's masturbating, and his dick looks huge. Can I spread my legs for him? If you agree, I'll do it for him. Do you agree to let him see my vulva? Tell me, honey, tell your wife what you want her to do."
"Oh, damn it, do it!"
"What?"
"Spread your legs and show him your vulva,"
I whispered to Paula, my voice almost a moan.
Paula's eyes were fixed on me, and she smiled and said, "You look so handsome in that new outfit."
Then, she casually started talking to me about the trip. She said she wanted to go to the beach with me, to go skinny dipping on a secluded beach in Chile. She also said Louis had prepared some opera tickets and wanted to invite us to see the opera.
She added that Louis also planned to take us to an adult nightclub. Her words excited me again.
"What's going on now?"
I asked her.
"What do you think is going to happen?"
"Tell me!"
"I've spread my legs wide, my skirt is pulled up to my ass, he can see my bare vulva. My legs are spread so wide, darling, he can see everything… my black pubic hair, my lipstick-covered labia, my erect clitoris, he can see it all. Louis's big, thick cock has fucked me so many times, I think he might even see my cunt stretched open."
Faced with such a seductive wife, I couldn't stop my cock from swelling under the table; she was simply incredible.
As we were finishing our meal, I asked Paula, "Can he still see your vulva?"
"Of course he can! My legs are spread even wider now. The light shines on my pubic hair, everything's completely exposed. A few men at the other tables are peeping at your wife's cunt; they all seem to really like it. I think they might want to fuck your wife?"
"Do you want them to fuck you?"
Paula laughed. "No, no, I want my husband to take charge tonight. Do you think he's ready?"
"Yeah, he can't wait to fuck you, you slut."
We both laughed. That night, we went absolutely wild in bed.
On Friday morning, I got up early to head to the business negotiation location. Paula was still fast asleep when I left the hotel room. The exposure at the restaurant last night had both of us excited, and our sex life afterward was incredibly enjoyable. So, throughout the morning meeting, my penis remained erect, and my mind was filled with thoughts of sex. Fortunately, our negotiations were nearing their end; everything was just a formality, and the important matters had been finalized.
Around 6 PM, the business negotiations concluded successfully. As I walked out of the building, I saw a black Mercedes parked on the roadside not far from the entrance. Seeing me come out, the driver ran over and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Gordon Baxter?"
"Yes."
"Great. Hello, Mr. Baxter, I'm from Mr. Philip Luis Mendes. I sent you to pick me up. I've been waiting for you. Please get in."
The car sped out of town, racing along the country roads. We seemed to have traveled a long way; by the time we arrived at Luis's house, it was already dark, around 8:30 PM. Just as Paula had said, Luis seemed very wealthy; he lived in a large villa. In the United States, a house this size would be worth at least several million US dollars. I don't know about the Chilean real estate market, but this house must also be very expensive, its interior and exterior decorations extremely luxurious.
Neither Paula nor Louis came out to greet me. Instead, a very beautiful woman greeted me in fluent English with a slight accent.
"Hello, I'm Selata. Louis told me you were coming to visit. I'll take care of you and meet any of your needs."
Her words carried a clear double meaning; there was no doubt that she was the maid Paula had told me about, the one who could even satisfy my sexual desires.
Selata was sexy and alluring, about 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighing 130 pounds. Her breasts were very full, at least a 36 or 37D, which were even more prominent due to her slim waist. Her hair was black, styled in the typical Chilean way, and cascaded straight over her shoulders, giving her a simple and elegant look.
She wore a tight-fitting skirt suit, the hem of which was just an inch above her knees. She wore four-inch high heels, which made her figure appear even taller and more slender. Her buttocks attracted my attention; her round, full hips were tightly wrapped in the tight skirt, making my heart flutter.
Judging from her appearance, she was definitely a seductive and alluring woman, the kind of woman men would want to sleep with at first sight. But because I had overindulged last night, I didn't feel much desire now, so I decided to pretend I didn't understand what she meant. I said to her, "Well, I've been busy all day, and I'm tired and hungry. Could you find me something to eat? Also, I'd like to see my room."
Selata smiled and said, "Sure. If you need anything else, please call me on the internal line. My number is 100."
Selata prepared some cheese, ham, sandwiches, beer, and delicious French rolls for me. I was indeed quite hungry, and I quickly wolfed them down.
"Mmm, very delicious. Thank you, Selata. Now, could you take me to our room?"
She led me through the lobby to a large bedroom. The bedroom was very luxuriously decorated, with a large bathroom and a large walk-in closet. She led me around the bedroom and asked, "Are you satisfied?"
"Oh, very good, really very good. Where are my wife and Louis now?"
"Well, whatever you like. Your wife and Mr. Mendes are in his bedroom."
I was a little surprised, not by the fact that my wife and Louis were together, but by her bluntness. I was speechless for a moment, unsure what to say.
Selata noticed my displeasure and quickly said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mendes told me you know and understand what's going on between him and your wife, is that right? Did I misunderstand?"
"No, no, no, you're not wrong, yes, yes... oh, I do know,"
I stammered, "I just forgot for a moment. Ugh, I've been so busy all day, I'm totally confused. Is everything alright? I mean, will they come to see me?"
Selata didn't answer immediately, and I thought she still hadn't grasped my meaning, so she continued, "I'm asking, are they all alright? Is my wife alright? She hasn't seen me today."
"She's fine, Mr. Baxter."
“Oh, well then, I’m glad to hear that. I just find it a little strange that no one has come to see me.”
Serrata remained silent.
I continued, “Don’t you find it strange that the host doesn’t come out to greet the guest? Perhaps this is a custom of you Chileans? Is that so?”
“No, our custom here is the same as in America. If a guest arrives, the host always comes out to greet them.”
“Oh, if that’s the case, then I really don’t know what to say.”
Serrata took a deep breath, her large breasts heaving, and said, “Mr. Baxter, your wife didn’t come out to see you because she was making love with Mr. Mendes, I think you know that. I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, no, don’t apologize. Yes, yes, you’re right, I should know, I’m sure I know, I was just being silly. I’m sorry, I’m probably just too tired, my mind isn’t clear. I just want to know, where are they now, is that alright?”
“Of course, you can certainly know, Mr. Baxter.”
“Please call me Gordon; calling me Mr. Baxter feels too awkward,”
Selata smiled sweetly. “Alright, Gordon. Your wife and Mr. Mendes are in the master bedroom right now, right next to yours.” “
Oh, right next door?”
“Yes, right next door,”
Selata said with another smile.
I stood there dumbfounded in the middle of the room, unsure of what to say next.
“Gordon.”
“Hmm, what do you want to say?”
“I want to show you something, Gordon.”
“Okay.”
Selata went to the dressing room, opened the door, flipped a switch on the wall, then stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, beckoning me to sit with her. As I approached, she said to me, “It won’t keep you waiting long, please listen.”
I listened intently, as she instructed, but at first I heard nothing. Then, I heard it!
“Did you hear that?”
Selata asked.
“Yes.”
“What did you hear, Gordon?”
“Moaning. I heard someone moaning. No, not just moaning, but also screaming and mumbling. Was it Louis? My wife?”
“No, Louis. His voice was like a roaring bull. That was your wife, Gordon. Louis was fucking her, and she was releasing her excitement and pleasure with those moans and screams. Hearing your wife being raped by another man excites you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, I’m very excited, I have to admit it. How long has he been fucking her?”
“They’ve been fucking her all afternoon, actually, ever since they got here. They only stopped for dinner, and then they went back to it. By the time you arrived, they’d been fucking her for over an hour.”
I was shocked, speechless. Finally, I managed a weak smile, mumbled a goodnight to Selata, and told her I’d call her if I needed anything.
Selata looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "Gordon, you can call me anytime. You can ask for any service you need."
Her hand reached down to my crotch, grasping my hard penis through my pants, and continued, "This place is a world where men can do whatever they want, you know? Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, I understand, but I'm just too tired today, I'm sorry."
"No, no... you don't need to apologize to me. I'm just a maid who provides you with everything. Goodnight, Gordon. If you find the sounds of your wife being fucked annoying, you can turn off that switch, and then the sounds from the next room won't come over."
With that, she left my bedroom.
For the next two hours, I lay on the bed with my eyes wide open, completely exhausted, but unable to fall asleep. The creaking of the bed in the next room, the heavy breathing of the man, and the moans of my wife were incessant, the sounds of lovemaking growing louder and louder, continuing for over two hours before gradually subsiding.
However, the quiet next door lasted only about five or six minutes. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, the noise resumed. Clearly, Louis had entered my wife's body again. The powerful impact made the bed creak once more, accompanied by my wife's moans and screams: "Ahhh... Ohhh... Ohhh..."
Hearing these stimulating sounds, images of my wife being violently raped by Louis flashed through my mind. I seemed to see his enormous penis thrusting into my wife's vagina again and again. Then, I heard my wife's voice: "Fuck me, fuck me hard, shove my vagina, shove it hard, smash it, tear my cunt apart, my lover, use my cunt well, shoot your semen inside, shoot it into me..."
Finally, amidst this obscene sound and atmosphere, I drifted off to sleep for a while. Later that night, I was woken up again. I looked at my watch; it was already 4:10 AM. I heard my wife's moans again. I lay there, reliving the same stimulating sensation. At 4:25, I heard the bed creaking much louder than before. I knew they were reaching the peak of their sexual desire again. The sounds of flesh colliding, the man's panting, the woman's moans, and the creaking of the bed blended together...
Wow, it was so exciting! I really wanted Selata now. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but I thought it would be silly to call her at 4 a.m., so I gave up the idea. I buried my head under the covers, shutting out my wife's moans and other noises, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next day was Saturday, and I finally saw my wife, who had been raped by Louis all night. She greeted me with a smile. Her fitted short skirt, four-inch stilettos, and beautiful jewelry made her look radiant, noble, and charming. She wasn't wearing stockings, and the shape of her bra was faintly visible on her high, firm breasts. She probably wasn't wearing underwear either; her rounded buttocks were incredibly sexy and alluring. A night of sex didn't show any fatigue on her face; on the contrary, she seemed even more radiant. Paula seemed very satisfied with her life at Louis's house.
Louis greeted me briefly and told me he planned to take my wife and me to see some of Chile's famous sights. Around 11 a.m., Louis, Paula, and I got into Louis's limousine and left his estate, driving along quiet country roads. The scenery outside the car window was truly picturesque.
"Today, we'll first visit the former residence of Pablo Neruda, the Chilean Nobel laureate in Literature. Neruda is Chile's most famous writer. He loved the sea, so he built a very special house not far from here as his and his wife's home. He lived there until his death in 1973. Later, his wife also passed away, and they were both buried next to that house, resting in peace beside the sea they loved. In their former residence, there are many sea-related objects on display, all collected by Neruda throughout his life. I think you'll find that interesting. An interesting fact is that although Neruda loved the sea so much, he never traveled by boat; he always flew across the ocean. He loved the sea, but he was also afraid of it. Isn't that interesting?"
Luis continued enthusiastically.
Learning about and visiting foreign cultures and people is always fascinating. We spent two hours listening to the guide's explanation at Neruda's birthplace, and we even saw the tuxedo Neruda wore when he received the Nobel Prize in Literature in Stockholm.
After leaving Neruda's birthplace, we visited a winery, which we later learned belonged to the Mendes family. Luis proudly introduced us to the wines produced by the winery and insisted that we taste several samples of the newly made wine. We toured every step of the winemaking process, and I felt we knew more about Chile than the average tourist.
After leaving the winery, Luis treated us to dinner at a seaside restaurant, telling us that the chef there was absolutely top-notch. He was very familiar with the restaurant owners, and they prepared a sumptuous Chilean feast for us—a table full of seafood, abalone, lobster, and crab, all freshly caught from the sea, incredibly fresh and delicious, plus the restaurant's homemade bread—it was truly mouthwatering.
During the meal, Louis kept whispering and joking loudly with my wife. I noticed the restaurant owner and waiters were all staring intently at her.
After dinner, Louis introduced me to the restaurant owner's son, and we chatted for a while.
Later, Louis asked me to go outside with him. He said, "Come on, let's go outside. The view from the cliff is absolutely stunning; you won't want to miss it. But climbing that steep slope is too difficult for Paula in her high heels, so we won't ask her to come. Come on, follow me."
I followed Louis, slowly climbing up the narrow, winding mountain path until we reached a small hill overlooking the sea, the waterfront, and the restaurant where we had just eaten. Louis was right; the scenery was indeed breathtaking. The distant sea and the nearby beach were so captivating that I almost wanted to jump into the picturesque ocean. Luis kept warning me not to get too close to the cliff edge, saying it was hundreds of meters high and falling off would be no joke.
After coming down from the mountain, we left the restaurant and returned to Luis's house. In Luis's limousine, Luis and Paula sat side-by-side in the back seat, and I sat opposite them with my back to the driver. Luis's hand was casually on Paula's thigh, occasionally rubbing her leg as he nonchalantly talked to us about farms, crops, and other iconic Chilean sights and scenery. Paula's skirt kept rising under his rubbing, and she closed her eyes as he rubbed her. His hand was already between her legs; Paula parted her legs to make it easier for his hand to slip inside. I could already see Paula's private parts; she was wearing white underwear.
Under my gaze, Luis continued to caress my wife's thigh, then slowly moved his hand to her vulva, pulling her skirt up to her waist.
"Hey, the driver will see,"
I reminded him.
"Heh, don't worry about Philip. He's seen it many times; it's actually one of his job perks,"
Louis replied nonchalantly.
I turned around in my seat and saw Philip adjust a large mirror to a suitable angle so he could clearly see everything happening in the back seat. Paula didn't seem to care at all whether the driver could see her most private parts; she spread her legs wide, her buttocks raised high off the seat, letting Louis's large hands vigorously rub her mons pubis, and both Philip and I could clearly see her vulva.
"Your wife's body is really sensitive, Gordon. Now let's see if her nipples are erect, shall we?"
As he spoke, Louis's fingers unbuttoned my wife's clothes and pulled her blouse open to the sides.
Paula's bare breasts were immediately exposed; her 36D breasts seemed even larger than I remembered.
Louis pulled down her bra, wedging it under my wife's breasts, making her large breasts appear even more prominent.
"Haha, just as I suspected, her nipples are already erect,"
Louis said, fiddling with Paula's firm nipples, making my wife moan incessantly.
"Hehe, such hard little nipples, Gordon, really hard, she's so excited!"
Louis grabbed Paula's breasts and kneaded them, pinching the small, red, grape-like nipples. Paula's moans grew louder.
"Paula, lift your ass higher,"
Louis commanded.
Paula obediently lifted her ass higher, making it easy for Louis to pull her skirt up to her waist. His hand caressed her vulva; the gushing vaginal fluid soaked the crotch of her pants, making that part of the fabric completely transparent, offering no cover whatsoever for my wife's private parts. Louis's fingers rubbed and caressed Paula's clitoris, slowly and firmly masturbating my wife. Paula was completely immersed in sexual pleasure, spreading her legs as wide as possible, utterly disregarding the fact that all her privacy was exposed to Philip and me.
"Hey, Gordon, help me take her panties off so we can get a good look at her cunt,"
Louis said to me.
I reached out and grabbed the waistband of my wife's panties, and Paula lifted herself up so I could pull them down. The panties slid from my wife's smooth thighs to her calves, and she sat down, kicking her calves high, the panties, already soaked with her juices, flying into my arms. Then, Paula spread her legs again, her completely exposed vulva. Her pubic hair was soaked with juices, sticking messily to her mons pubis; her labia were swollen and spread wide, unable to cover her open vagina, and I could even see the pink flesh inside. Paula's vagina was full of juices.
Louis continued to rub my wife's vulva, playing with her while seriously talking to me about the countryside scenery passing by the car window. Paula, panting heavily from his ministrations, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her moans echoing in the carriage. Her eyes were closed, her buttocks swaying back and forth, as if she were being raped.
Louis's movements as he rubbed Paula's clitoris quickened, her vagina contracting violently under the intense stimulation. I saw her vaginal opening and anus contract with each spasm, her moans and screams rising with each contraction, copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, over her anus, and dripping onto the seat.
Louis leaned down, taking one of Paula's nipples into his mouth and sucking hard, while his hand continued to caress my wife's clitoris. Paula's legs clamped tightly together, seemingly unable to endure Louis's brutal torment and teasing.
"Spread your legs, you slut, spread them wider!"
Louis spat out the nipple from his mouth, commanding loudly.
Paula had no choice but to spread her legs again, her body trembling violently. I was certain Philip had seen my wife's vagina clearly.
And so, right in front of me, Louis played with my wife for about 15 minutes. His fingers kept thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina and anus, while he kept rubbing my wife's clitoris, bringing her to sexual climax time and time again. Finally, he had enough of her, withdrew his hand from her vulva, unzipped his pants, and his huge, hard penis sprang out of his pants.
Seeing his enormous penis with my own eyes shocked me. Although Paula had told me his cock was very big, hearing and seeing are two different things. Louis's penis was about 10 inches long and very thick. Paula couldn't even fully grasp it with one hand, and I even doubted that my hand could. What was even more astonishing was the hardness of his penis. It stood erect in front of his lower abdomen, the large glans gleaming with a purplish-red light, and some clear fluid was constantly seeping from the urethral opening.
"Come here and suck my cock!"
Louis commanded.
Under my gaze, my wife bent down and opened her mouth as wide as possible to take Louis's large glans into her mouth. The scene was really exciting. I felt very excited to see my wife taking another man's huge penis into her mouth. Paula lowered her head, trying to take as much of that thick penis into her mouth as possible, but even though she tried very hard, she could only take in about 2 inches before she had to raise her head again.
Louis pressed Paula's head down, forcing her to continue swallowing his thick penis, yelling, "Suck it deeper, you slut!"
Paula breathed heavily, struggling to take another inch in. Her eyes were wide open, bulging, veins bulging on her forehead, her entire face contorted as she tried to swallow the large penis. Louis grabbed her hair, pulling her up to force her to spit out the four inches she had just taken in, then slammed her head down, pushing the thick, long penis as far into her mouth as possible. Two more inches went in, the head of his penis hitting Paula's throat, choking her and causing her to gag. Her hand reached down, stroking her vulva. She began masturbating while giving her lover oral sex.
"Hey, tell your wife to open her throat and let my cock all the way in, Gordon! I want her to suck my cock properly. Tell her to take my cock all the way in, I don't care if she throws up. Hurry up and tell her!"
Louis yelled at me.
As if under a spell, I felt no shame, but rather intense excitement. I shouted to my wife, "Take it all in, Paula, take it all in! Let his cock go down your throat."
Paula struggled to take Louis into her mouth another inch, and now the head of his penis was deep in her throat. She gagged, her chest heaving, trying to hold back her vomit. Louis didn't care about any of that; his cock continued to thrust deeper into my wife's throat.
Paula reached orgasm again. Although she was breathing heavily, she orgasmed easily. Her fingers were inside her vagina, moving back and forth vigorously; at the same time, her thumb was rubbing her clitoris. During her orgasm, Louis pulled his penis out of her mouth, and she gasped for breath.
"Come on, climb on top of me!"
At Louis's command, my wife straddled Louis's body, sitting face-to-face on his lap. She lowered herself, pressing her wet vagina against Louis's large glans, and then slowly sat down. Paula's upper body was on top of Louis, her anus and vagina, still containing Louis's penis, were completely exposed to Philip and me. Then, the two of them began to thrust together, letting the huge penis go in and out of her body.
Paula reached orgasm again, and I could see her anus twitching with each orgasm. Louis was still inside her, enjoying the pleasure of her vaginal contractions squeezing his penis. His hands held her buttocks, moving up and down, his thick, hard penis appearing and disappearing between her wet, swollen labia—a truly exciting sight.
While fucking Paula, Louis also inserted one finger into her anus and rubbed her clitoris with another. Stimulated like this, Paula trembled with excitement, thrusting up and down repeatedly, allowing the large penis to penetrate deeper into her body. She screamed in ecstasy.
"Hey, Gordon, your wife needs my penis to go deeper into her vagina. Can you come and help her? Come on, hold her buttocks and make her sit down hard so you can get more of my penis into her vagina. Come on, put your hands on her buttocks and pull her down,"
Louis said to me.
I got up from my seat, grabbed my wife's full, white buttocks with both hands, and pulled her down hard. I could clearly see that her vagina had swallowed another inch of Louis's penis. Paula's screams grew louder, and her body trembled even more violently. I pulled her body even harder, allowing the large penis to penetrate even deeper into her body. I guessed that the penis must have already reached her uterus.
And so, for over an hour on the way back to Louis's house, he relentlessly raped my wife, never ejaculating, but never leaving her body either. He used his penis, fingers, and mouth to play with and stimulate my wife's body, bringing her to countless orgasms. Just as they were getting into the swing of things, Philip's voice came from the front: "We're almost there, Mr. Mendes."
"Yes, Philip,"
Louis replied, then turned to me and said, "I'm going to ejaculate inside your wife's vagina, Gordon."
Under Philip's and my gaze, Louis ejaculated all his semen into my wife's body. With the convulsions of his penis, I saw some cloudy white fluid flowing out from between my wife's labia and his penis.
Clearly, his semen had filled my wife's vagina; her vaginal cavity could no longer hold it, and it was flowing out continuously.
That night, I lay in bed again, listening to Louis relentlessly raping Paula in the next bedroom. Their lovemaking didn't quiet down until dawn.
Perhaps the Saturday countryside trip and the lovemaking throughout the journey and the night had exhausted Louis, because he didn't arrange for my wife and me to visit any other places on Sunday and Monday. Instead, he took Paula to shop in San Diego after getting up late in the morning, leaving me at home.
Both days, they didn't return from town until midnight, by which time I was already asleep, only to be awakened around 6:30 in the morning by the sounds of their lovemaking. I got up to shower and shave, listening to Louis brazenly raping Paula next door. After a short while, Paula started screaming; I knew she had reached orgasm. On
Tuesday morning, I woke up to find the house quiet, wondering where Louis and Paula were and what they were doing. Around 8 a.m., I went to the dining room for breakfast, where Selata told me that my wife and Louis had already left. Selata had prepared a very delicious breakfast for me, so I didn't immediately ask about my wife and Louis's whereabouts.
"Oh, what a delicious breakfast, Selata. I never imagined such a beautiful woman like you could cook so well."
"Thank you for the compliment,"
she said with a gentle smile, "but I'm not beautiful, because you don't seem to have any desire for me."
I didn't know how to answer her for a moment. After thinking for a moment, I decided to be honest: "I'm sorry, Selata, but I've felt very awkward since I came here, but I've been too embarrassed to ask you. Now I want to know why Louis Mendes treats me like a child? It makes me feel ashamed, and I feel like I can't stand it anymore."
"Gordon, it's absurd for you to think like that!"
Selata's voice was full of anger and disgust.
“But I don’t find it absurd. I’ve never seen my wife so wild. She’s had sex with many men, and we’ve always enjoyed that lifestyle, but she’s never treated me like this. I even doubt if she’ll ever come back to me. What exactly is Louis trying to do? Can you tell me?”
“Okay, I’ll tell you. Gordon, you know, the moment you boarded the plane, your wife and you began experiencing sexual desires you’d never had before without even realizing it. This kind of experience will be very beneficial to your future married life.”
She continued, “But your thinking is so absurd. She loves Louis’s penis, I hear her moaning with pleasure every night, he’s brought her to orgasm countless times, isn’t that good for her?”
“Listen to me, Gordon,”
Selata continued when I didn’t speak, “your wife is being enslaved by Louis. He’s going to train her to be a real sex slave. Louis Mendes is a millionaire, extremely wealthy, with a net worth of a billion dollars. Women are attracted to wealth, and your wife is no exception.”
"Oh, but if he's so rich, why would he fly economy?"
I asked, puzzled.
"Heh, did he tell you stories like his father forbade him to fly first class? Actually, that's a lie. His father died several years ago, and Louis Mendes inherited a large fortune. When traveling, Louis only flies first class, but once on the plane, he always surveys the economy class first. If he sees a woman he likes, he'll find a way to find the passenger sitting next to her and exchange their first-class seat for his economy seat. The rest, I think you know, because you just experienced it."
I was stunned.
"Louis Mendes is a very charming man, not just because he's rich, but also because of his sexy, strong looks and physique, his aggressive personality, his firm and decisive confidence, and his magnetic, primal desires. Women like strong, charming men; they're melted by a man's charm, and they'll willingly open their bodies, just like your wife."
Hearing her words, I became even more depressed.
"Louis Mendes is rich, powerful, and handsome—the most attractive man I've ever seen. His strong muscles are barely concealed beneath his clothes, and his eyes gleam with lust. Every woman would be captivated by a man like that. And of course, there's another thing: he possesses an incredibly huge and hard penis—huge, thick, long, and rock hard. Every woman would go crazy for it." "
Louis Mendes is a sex maniac. He's never satisfied. His penis quickly becomes erect again and again after ejaculation, and he'll fuck a woman countless times with the same force."
"Yes, that's why I worry my wife won't come back to me,"
I murmured in despair.
"Please let me finish,"
Selata said gently. "Mendes has everything that you or any other man can match, but he's a cold machine, a cold, emotionless sex machine. He has no real passion, love, or tenderness for any woman. Would a woman dare to want a penis that she can never satisfy? Moreover, women need more than just a man's strength and power; they need his tenderness and love. When your wife calms down from her burning passion, she will feel empty because she can't get Louis's tenderness and love. She will long to return to your warm embrace, and she will also care whether you are disgusted by her shameless and lewd behavior."
I listened carefully to Selata's words and thought about them carefully. "Maybe you're right. Your words make me feel much better now, thank you. But I think what you call 'slave training' is a bit too much." “
She is indeed enslaved by Louis, Gordon. Didn’t you hear how Louis raped her? Didn’t you see how Louis fucked her in the car in front of you and Philip?”
I couldn’t answer her question.
“Louis doesn’t allow your wife to use contraception. From the moment they met until now, she has been having sex with Louis without any protection. That’s one aspect of her enslavement.”
“Really? Maybe she’ll tell him she doesn’t take birth control pills, but I’m sure she’ll take them secretly. She knows I allow her to have sex with other men, but I don’t allow her to get pregnant with someone else’s child.”
I said confidently.
“You’re wrong. On your first day here, Louis confiscated all the birth control pills she had with her. She’s definitely pregnant now. When you get home, you must take her to see an OB-GYN and get a pregnancy test as soon as possible.”
That’s where my conversation with Selata ended that day. I had wanted to take advantage of Louis and my wife’s absence to have some fun with Selata, but her words completely killed my interest. I spent the whole day worrying about Paula.
On Tuesday night, Paula's loud screams and painful groans kept coming from the next bedroom. Worried about her, I called Selata, who came to my bedroom immediately.
"What's wrong, Gordon?"
"Listen, my wife is screaming incessantly. What is he doing to her?" "
He's fucking her. Your wife is having an incredible orgasm." "
But she must be hurt!"
I exclaimed.
"You can't hurt a woman by fucking her, Gordon."
"But she is screaming in pain." "
I think Louis probably put a vibrating suction device on your wife's nipples and clitoris."
"A vibrating suction device?"
I couldn't imagine what that was.
“It’s one of those small rubber caps, like bra cups, that you put on your nipples and clitoris. The top of each cap is connected to a small vacuum pump. When they’re working, they create strong suction and vibration, giving your nipples and clitoris a very intense stimulation. I’ve used those things before, and once you’re stimulated by them, your body goes into uncontrollable orgasms,”
Selata explained patiently.
“How do you know he’s using one on my wife right now?”
Selata shrugged and said, “Just listen to your wife’s screams. She’s enjoying wave after wave of orgasms.”
“Oh, that’s incredible. She’s used vibrators before, but she’s never been this excited.”
“Yeah, Louis probably also has a dildo vibrator in her vagina, and he’s also fucking her anus with his own penis. What woman could handle that kind of stimulation?”
“Oh, yeah, listen to her screams, they’re terrifying!”
I replied.
"Yeah, Gordon, don't you find it exciting to hear your slutty wife screaming? Is your dick hard yet?"
As she spoke, she reached out and stroked my hard penis. "Hmm, I know you're as hard as an iron rod. Take your clothes off, you need a woman."
Before I could respond, Selata quickly stripped off her clothes, climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and pressed her wet vulva against my lower abdomen. Her pink nipples were erect, and she was still wearing four-inch heels. She said softly but clearly, "Come on, put it in, fuck me!"
That night, Selata and I fucked three times in a row. I was extremely excited, partly because of Selata's beautiful and sexy body, and partly because of the screams and moans of my wife next door. I knew that Louis was frantically fucking my wife's anus and other holes in her body, and I was also frantically fucking all of Selata's holes. After
a night of madness, Selata, Louis, Paula, and I made love almost all night long, so we didn't get up until very late the next morning. After lunch, Louis took us to a relatively secluded beach in the area. At the entrance to the secluded beach, there was a sign in Spanish and English that read: "Private Beach, Nude Swimming Allowed."
Louis told us it was his family's private property, but others were allowed to use it as well.
After getting out of the car, Louis shrugged at my suit and said, "You're really not dressed for the beach. Look, here are a few casual beach outfits, pick one that suits you and change. There's a restroom over there, you can change there."
He pointed to a small house next to the beach.
I quickly ran into the house and changed into a beach outfit. It was a very revealing pair of shorts, barely covering my buttocks and penis, leaving most of my body exposed. I had never worn such short clothes in public before, and it felt quite uncomfortable.
There weren't many swimmers on the beach, mostly men, with only a few women, but none of them were naked.
A few minutes later, I saw Paula walking towards the beach arm in arm with Louis. All the men on the beach were drawn to her because she was almost completely naked.
She wore only two small pieces of cloth tied around her 36D breasts, a rope looped around her neck, securing the small pieces to her nipples, and then tied behind her back.
A small triangular piece of cloth covered her vulva, but most of her pubic hair was exposed. A thin rope ran through her buttocks to tie the small strip of cloth covering her vulva, leaving her two full, white buttocks completely exposed.
She was still wearing 4-inch high heels, and some sand got into her shoes as she walked on the beach. Just as she had to take them off, the men on the beach stared at her raised buttocks.
Louis spread a plastic sheet on the beach, then a towel on top. Philip placed the small pillow he had brought on the towel and set up a large parasol. After Paula came under the parasol, Louis told her to put her high heels back on. After Philip had prepared everything for his master, he returned to the car. Paula took out her sunglasses, put them on, and then lay down on the towel, resting her head on the small pillow Philip had placed there.
Louis sat beside Paula, dressed similarly provocatively, his enormous penis almost completely exposed after he sat down. Louis took sunscreen from his bag and began applying it to my wife's body. He poured some on her abdomen and slowly rubbed it in, his hands moving from her lower abdomen down to her breasts. Stimulated by him, Paula's body began to arouse, her nipples becoming erect.
At this moment, several men and some young boys slowly gathered around Paula and the others. At first, they pretended not to be peeping at Louis's caressing of Paula, but when they saw Louis's welcoming smile towards their approach, they stared intently at Paula's body without restraint.
I saw Louis pull back the small piece of cloth covering Paula's nipples, completely exposing her breasts.
His hands continued to rub my wife's beautiful, alluring breasts, and the men drew closer, their eyes filled with lustful desire. I was certain they were all aroused.
Louis whispered a few words in my wife's ear, and Paula nodded, then got up and rolled over onto the towel. Louis poured some more sunscreen on her back, thighs, and buttocks, then had Paula spread her legs, and his hands began to roam over her body.
Now, the men could see her private parts between Paula's parted legs. Louis didn't care that others were watching his lover; his hands continued to leisurely roam over my wife's body, sometimes kneading her plump buttocks, sometimes reaching into her cleft to touch, even spreading her buttocks to expose her anus. Paula's body trembled slightly, responding to Louis's caresses and teasing.
Louis whispered something more in Paula's ear, and Paula lifted her entire body, supporting herself only on her knees and elbows. Louis gave another command, and Paula lowered her head, resting it on a small pillow, her buttocks raised high. Then, as Louis commanded, she spread her legs wide apart. I moved closer and heard Louis instruct Paula to lift her legs, creating a V-shape with her thighs and calves. Her four-inch heels pointed skyward, a truly lewd sight.
Louis poured sunscreen onto Paula's raised buttocks, the oily liquid trickling down her backside and into her cleft. While rubbing my wife's buttocks, Louis gestured for the men watching to come closer. The men excitedly surrounded my wife, their erect penises bulging in their trousers. Louis
spoke to them in Spanish, seemingly inviting them to apply sunscreen to my wife's bare buttocks, as I saw them excitedly scrambling to touch and rub her genitals.
Paula's body trembled, seemingly enjoying the stimulation from so many men's hands.
Louis spoke to the men again in Spanish, and they nodded. One of the men reached down and pulled my wife's thong down to her thighs, exposing her vulva completely. At this point, the men became even more excited. They used their sunscreen-covered hands to smear and rub all of my wife's exposed openings, constantly caressing and rubbing her anus, vaginal opening, and clitoris.
Paula kept her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, letting the strangers' fingers go in and out of her vagina and anus.
Louis would occasionally give the men instructions in Spanish, mainly to give them all a chance to play with my wife's body. Watching so many strange men surrounding my wife's body, shamelessly playing with her, my penis was almost bursting out of my underwear. I really wanted to take it out and thrust it in and out. I saw some of the men around my wife already doing that, caressing and rubbing my wife's vagina and anus while stroking their own hard penises.
At this moment, a young man who looked about 17 or 18 years old finally couldn't resist. He squeezed behind my wife and pressed his swollen glans against her labia. My wife sat back, pulling the young man's penis into her vagina. The young man thrust forward, penetrating my wife's body deeper. Then, he gripped her buttocks with both hands and began to fuck her hard.
Paula's body swayed back and forth as the young man pounded into her fiercely, like a ramming pile. When the young man howled and ejaculated into her body, she moaned loudly, announcing her orgasm.
The moment the young man withdrew from my wife's body, another man entered her.
The men took turns using my wife's body like a revolving lantern, each unable to last long before ejaculating inside her, because the scene was simply too lewd and too stimulating.
At this point, a man in his fifties joined the gang rape of Paula. He pulled aside a young man who was already having sex with Paula, took off his swimming trunks, and came up behind my wife with his large penis.
At first, he inserted his penis into my wife's vagina, but it was too loose and slippery, having already been fucked by so many men and filled with a lot of semen. So he gripped his penis, pressed the glans against my wife's anus, and with a forceful thrust, pushed it into her rectum. The older man smiled with satisfaction and vigorously fucked my wife for more than ten minutes before ejaculating into her anus.
After that older man, the men began to take turns using my wife's two orifices. They would first insert into one orifice, thrust for a while, then insert into the other orifice, thrust for a while, and then ejaculate with satisfaction. Meanwhile, some men, though exhausted but still not satisfied, walked up to my wife with their limp penises and made her stimulate them with her mouth to get them hard again so they could continue to rape her.
I moved closer to my wife, standing directly behind her as she was being raped by a newly joined man. He ejaculated quickly and left, leaving me with a visually striking scene.
A long strand of semen hung between my wife's swollen labia; with the slightest movement of her body, the glistening liquid clung to her thigh before slowly trickling down. Another short, thick strand of semen clung like a rope to her clitoris, while on her anus, white semen bubbled on her red vulva, as if her anus had been boiled open. Her fair, plump buttocks were covered with red marks left by the men's pinching and slapping.
Watching so many men brazenly raping my wife, my only worry was whether the semen would impregnate her. Selata had told me that Louis had thrown away the birth control pills Paula had been taking, and he wouldn't allow Paula to use any contraception while she was at his house. If she were really pregnant, it would be a disaster, because I would never know who the father was.
That afternoon, Louis sat nearby, watching with great interest as Paula was gang-raped by dozens of men, while he himself didn't have sex with her. Of course, I didn't have sex with my wife either, but watched with mixed feelings as almost every man playing on the beach raped Paula.
Paula was exhausted. On the way home, she slept soundly in the car, completely oblivious to Philip and the pedestrians outside seeing her naked body, and to the semen staining the car seats.
The rest of that week was spent in almost the same situation. Louis tirelessly raped my wife, while Selata and I took every opportunity to have frenzied sex. Louis took Paula everywhere he went and raped her anytime, anywhere. Every night I could hear the sounds of him forcefully entering my wife's body and his relentless, frenzied thrusting. After being raped all night, Paula was often so exhausted that she wouldn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day.
Time flew by amidst the debauchery, and finally it was time to say goodbye to Louis and return home. The servants helped Paula pack the numerous gifts and clothes Louis had given her, while I only needed to pack my briefcase and a few simple belongings.
Once everything was ready, Louis came to my bedroom, handed me a small, wrapped box, and said, “There are four videotapes inside, each labeled: ‘Chilean Music,’ ‘Santiago Scenery,’ ‘Chilean Landmarks,’ and ‘South American Scenery.’ These labels are for your baggage inspection upon arrival. Actually, these videotapes contain footage of your wife’s lovemaking during the ten days she was here. I think you’ll enjoy the scenes. Have a safe journey, Gordon. When I next go to New York on business, I’ll definitely visit you and Paula. I look forward to enjoying your wife’s body again.”
"Okay, thank you for your hospitality. My wife and I had a great time here. We'll treat you properly when you come to America." I
was grateful for his thoughtfulness; he even provided me with a videotape of him raping my wife. After saying that, I hugged him tightly, and he left.
An hour later, when Philip and I had everything ready, we waited for my wife to come down and head to the airport. At that moment, Selata came to the door. I hugged her warmly and kissed her passionately. Then, I asked her, "Where's Paula? We're about to leave."
"Heh, you should know where she is now. For the past 10 days, she's been in Louis's bed. She's there now, legs raised, letting Louis rape her to his heart's content." "
Oh, I hope I don't miss my flight,"
I said, a little annoyed.
"But they might be fucking for another hour or so. Every time he sends away a woman he's hooked up with, he always fucks her vagina first, then her anus. He's only been in the bedroom for about 15 minutes now, so I reckon he's not done yet,"
Selata said confidently.
This time, Selata misjudged the timing. Louis fucked my wife for a full hour and a half before letting her go. On the way to the airport, Philip drove us, Louis's semen kept flowing from Paula's vagina and anus.
As the plane took off, I let out a long sigh of relief. "Paula, I was so afraid you wouldn't come back to me."
My wife looked at me with a smile and replied gently, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have worried you so much. But I really couldn't control myself. I did such lewd things these past few days. I feel like a complete slut. I promise you, I promise I will love you wholeheartedly and live with you forever. I love you, I love how you understand me and treat me so patiently. But I really can't stop thinking about Louis's huge penis. He's so rich, so strong, so energetic. It's just a pity he's a cold-blooded animal, he has no feelings, but I'm still willing to be his sex slave! That afternoon when he fucked me, I actually had seven orgasms."
I hugged Paula gently and told her that I loved her very much too, and that I was also very excited when I heard that she had been raped by Louis. My words made Paula feel much more at ease.
"Does hearing about your wife being raped by another man really excite you?"
I pulled her hand to my crotch, letting her feel my penis bulging in my pants, and said, "Yeah, I like it when you're raped, but I'm worried about whether you'll still want me afterward."
"Hehe,"
my wife laughed, stroking my erect penis in my pants, "I want it all the time. This amazing thing, it gets so hard from my stimulation, it makes me ejaculate, it excites me so much. I love you!"
We chatted intimately on the plane, talking about many things over an hour. Knowing she had me very hard, she said, "I want you to fuck me tonight, after the cabin lights are turned off."
"Yeah, I can't wait, but I'm afraid of being seen,"
I replied.
“I don’t care. I want you to fuck me, anytime, anywhere, whenever you want, starting now.”
“Heh, in the past 10 days, you’ve only fucked Louis and those men on the beach, never me.” My wife laughed too. She said, “And it wasn’t just Louis and the men on the beach who fucked me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, darling.”
“Oh, who else?”
I asked.
“Well… your wife is slutier than you think.”
"Tell me, who else has fucked you?"
My cock was uncontrollably hard.
"Do you remember that day we went to the restaurant? After dinner, we chatted with the owner and his son for a while. Later, when you and Louis went hiking, the father and son gang-raped me in the restaurant. First the son, then the father, and then the son did it again. I thought you noticed how wet and horny I was in the car when we got back."
My cock was as hard as an iron rod. "Did anyone else fuck you?"
I asked with difficulty.
"Okay, okay, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let's not talk about this, darling. Now, hold your wife's breasts and use your fingers to fuck your horny wife properly, okay?"
Oh, with such a horny wife, how could one not be overly excited and die from exhaustion? I thought of the videotape in my briefcase; I wanted to watch it right now.
After I inserted my fingers deep into my wife's vagina, she said, "Oh, right, honey, don't forget to remind me to make an appointment with my OB-GYN when we get home. I need to do an early pregnancy test. I really hope I'm pregnant with Louis's child."
"Oh, okay, if I am, we'll have the baby. We should have a child."
Thinking about my wife giving birth to someone else's child for me, I got hard again.
The plane flew smoothly at high altitude. Our South American trip was coming to an end, but a new journey would soon begin, because life is a journey, and we must keep going, for better or worse. Our journey has been happy, our life has been happy, our journey will continue, and our happy life will continue!

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