La mujer de mi amigo (Episodio 1)

It's been a long time since I've had Carmen and her husband Jorge as friends. We've always had a very close relationship, especially Jorge and me, since we knew each other before he got married... With Carmen it's a bit strange, because I always found her between shy and enigmatic. Very observant and staying silent while observing everything. They often come to my house for dinner and we spend pleasant evenings. I've been living alone since my divorce. With the arrival of Facebook, I started chatting with them separately, especially with Carmen. Almost every morning we would exchange a few words at first and gradually our conversations became a habit. Each morning I make coffee, light a cigarette, and she greets me with a stern: Hello, enough to excite me. The idea of having something with Carmen behind my friend Jorge's back drives me crazy, I know it's just a fantasy, but who says it can't become reality. Slowly, every day I'm flirting more with her, she's tough but loosening up each day... In my mind I like to think she's a wild slut and wants to take me hard. Let's see what happens... I proposed games to her and she was hesitant at first but eventually agreed every time... A few days ago I proposed that we say words that would give us pleasure. I started: Carmen... She: Sol... Me: Lips... She: Hands... Me: Skin... She: You... When I read this my cock stiffened suddenly and I got hot with desire. I didn't want to keep going, but then I wrote to Jorge inviting them over for dinner that same night. When they arrived, they greeted me as usual, although she had sparkling eyes and a slightly flushed face... like she had fever. We chatted a bit and then sat down at the table, me at the head and them on either side, facing each other. As the dinner went on our legs kept brushing against each other, getting closer every time... I was going crazy seeing how she dissembled while her husband lectured about politics, She was softly and rhythmically peeing on me in clear display of excitement.
I was very horny and when we sat down at the table, she got up to help me and also prepare dessert. Jorge, who had drunk quite a bit, stayed looking at a photo magazine that had caught his attention.

In the kitchen, as soon as we entered, we got tangled up in a desperate kiss, like it was our first and only kiss we could give each other, we loved each other, licked our lips and faces. We were very hot and couldn't move on from there.

When we took dessert to the table, Carmen's rosy cheeks and degree of heat were noticeable. After a while and after coffee, they left, and when we said goodbye, her hug was very strong and she scratched my back with her nails.

When I arrived in the living room to pick up, I noticed that Carmen had forgotten her purse, suddenly everything made sense... Five minutes later, the doorbell rang and she entered desperately, expecting me naked and hard. She threw herself on top of me on the sofa, running to one side the thong mounted me like an experienced rider, jumped without stopping for three minutes, enough time for us both to end in a bestial way. I poured my word: pussy with warm cum while she soaked my stomach with her slut infidel's effluvia.
Rapidly, she got dressed, still with cum inside and left in a hurry.