It was a warm summer night, and the atmosphere was electrically charged with the anticipation of the big game between Palmeiras and Corinthians. I, a woman who has always loved to live intensely, was at home, surrounded by the excitement of a championship that divided opinions and hearts. My husband, a fervent Palmeiras fan, was anxiously in the living room, while his cousin, a Corinthians fan at heart, arrived with a mischievous smile and a few beers in his hand. The tension increased as the minutes passed, and the game unfolded on the television. My husband, with his unconditional love for Palmeiras, was immersed in the game, while I observed the dynamic between the two. My eyes met my cousin's, and a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. It was as if there was a silent connection, a game of seduction that hung in the air. As the night progressed and the beers were consumed, my husband began to give in to the alcohol, his body letting itself go until, in a moment of weakness, he passed out on the couch. The room was now silent, with only the sound of the television echoing. My cousin, on the other hand, was more alert than ever, and the atmosphere charged with tension and challenge intensified. He approached me, a provocative smile on his lips, and told me about the bet he had made with my husband. If Corinthians won, he would have the right to be with me. I laughed, finding it funny how competitive men could be, but there was something in the way he looked at me that made my heart race. And then the result came out: Corinthians won. The victory brought a triumphant glow to my cousin's eyes, and even with adrenaline coursing through my veins, a part of me hesitated. But it was a night of provocation, of transgression, and the idea of breaking the rules excited me. He moved even closer, the tension between us growing. The atmosphere was dense, full of unspoken promises. I knew that, that night, the Corinthians fan was about to fulfill his bet. The fate of the night was sealed, and the result of the game became just a detail in the midst of what was unfolding between us. And so, in that moment, I let myself be carried away by the seduction of the night, aware that, deep down, the game was never just about football. The cuckold had no world cup, but that night, the real match was just beginning 🥵😈 #eroticstory