my husband is unfaithful to me with my friend. They fuck secretly I get horny when I discover them

The Stirrings of Betrayal

I had always suspected, but the proof hit me like a ton of bricks as I sat in my car outside our house, the video playing on my phone. My husband Miguel and our close friend Catalina had been fucking behind my back, their betrayal laid bare in the unflinching pixels.

It began innocently enough, or so I thought. Miguel and I had been going through a rough patch, the fires of passion cooled by years of marriage and the daily grind. Catalina, a stunningly gorgeous Latin temptress with milkshake tits and an ass like a fantasy, had started coming over more often. At first, we all hung out, laughed, swapped stories and drinks. But soon, she and Miguel started excusing themselves, leaving me alone.

I didn’t suspect a thing, not until that fateful night. I had stayed out late with a friend, too much tequila blunting my instincts. As I pulled up and saw the house dark, I assumed they had gone to bed early. That is, until I noticed Catalina’s ridiculous pink Tesla still in the driveway.

I parked at the end of the block, my heart pounding as I crept back to the house on trembling legs. The front door lock turned silently, and I stepped inside, tiptoeing towards their bedroom, following the muffled sounds of pleasure.

The door was ajar, and I peeked through, my jaw dropping at the debauched scene unfolding before me. There they were, my beloved husband and my best friend, naked as the day they were born, their bodies gleaming with sweat under the lamplight.

Miguel lay on his back on the bed, head thrown back in ecstasy. Catalina straddled him, her titanic tits bouncing and swaying hypnotically as she rode him hard. Long strokes of her hips ground her slick pussy against his cock, taking him deep inside her soft, perfect body.

I watched, transfixed, as she leaned forward, her cleavage engulfing my husband’s face. He moaned, squeezing and kneading her succulent ass as she used him for her pleasure. Then she pulled back, tilted her chin towards the ceiling…and screamed. Throwing back her head, the raven-haired vixen wailed in rapture, her eyes rolling back as she came.

The sight of her climaxing milked my own orgasm from my body before I even touched myself. I stood there, legs wide, fingers stuffed in my soaked pussy, quaking as I watched them rut like animals.

Catalina dismounted, turning to face me. She was breathtaking, all flawless caramel skin and impossible curves and long, toned legs. She grabbed the base of Miguel’s throbbing cock, jerking him hard and fast, aiming him at her face.

He roared, bucking his hips, and then white, thick ropes of his hot cum spurted from his cock. It seemed endless, painting her gorgeous face in stripes of jizz. I almost fainted at the sight, a fresh gush of fluid soaking my fingers.

When it was done, she turned to me, looking straight at me. I didn’t think she could see me, but her ruby-red lips curved in a knowing smirk. Then she gathered up my husband’s cock, slurped it into her mouth, and sucked him clean.

I almost passed out on the spot, my hands shaking, brain screaming at me to run away, but I remained rooted there, helpless to the depravity on display, absolutely wrecked.

I was still standing there, transfixed, when Miguel’s eyes flew open, his gaze locking with mine. He sat up, shouting some jumbled thing to Catalina. She turned to look at me, taking in the scene with cool calculation. She wiped a stray trickle of cum from her cheek, then sucked it off her finger.

Then they came towards me, their naked bodies on display, hard cock and soft tits bouncing with each stride.

“Adriana,” Miguel breathed, reaching for me, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you, but we both love you so much…”

Catalina slid around behind me, her nude front pressing to my back. I felt her huge soft breasts squishing into me as her hands found my hips.

“Shhh,” she purred, her hot breath on my neck, “No apologies, mi amor. Let us make it all better, the three of us. Then, things will be like they should be…” She nipped my earlobe, her fingers inching towards my sex.

My mind was spinning, my body a livewire. Part of me wanted to scream and slap them both and run out the door…but a larger, dirtier part of me burned to know what came next.

Their hands were everywhere, mine soon joining them in their groping. The three of us stumbled back into the bedroom, shedding clothes as we went. I lost myself in the whirl of sensation, the hot press of their mouths and hands, the vulgar sounds they made as they fucked me, each other, the twisted dark joy of watching the ultimate betrayal become my undoing.