The next morning I had the most wonderful awakening I've had in years. I woke up beside him. When I opened my eyes, feeling my eyelids heavy from all the commotion of the previous day, I see him leaning against me, gazing at me with a dazed expression.
-You're beautiful! he says to me.
Don't lie, I reprimand him – I must be a disaster, I feel like I've run a marathon –
Well, we actually ran a marathon... a sexual marathon he laughs – I still can't believe everything we caught yesterday
And what we'll catch today! I assure him.
He turns to laugh again.
I have a surprise for you, he says.
He gets up, still in his underwear, with his cock bobbing between his legs and leaves the room. He returns instantly with a tray loaded with thermos, mate, and sweet biscuits (yes, I know they're bad for my diet but they're my weakness). We take mate on the bed, both of us naked, I would pull out a biscuit from the bag and give it to him in his mouth, then he would do the same with me. I don't know if it was the warmth of the mate, the sugar of the biscuits or being there together like God brought us into the world, but Vicente's cock got as hard as a cannon. When I saw it, I grabbed the mate and with a smiling expression, I said:
Wow, it looks like the grass is over
Vicente understood the message and adjusted himself so that his cock was at my complete disposal. I sucked it off just like many other times, with love and dedication, with fanaticism, tracing its entire length with my lips, which, despite not being too long, satisfied me completely. I took my time to dedicate special attention to his balls as well. Kisses, sucking, licking, nibbling, I like to indulge in those two fleshy bombs that harden and pulse under the wet attentions of my mouth. During the rest of the day we made love several times more. Both of us knew that a weekend like this would be difficult to repeat, so we wanted to make the most of our sinful honeymoon moon. On one of those occasions we caught each other in the kitchen, while We were preparing lunch. From so much rubbing, gentle and intentional, we couldn't take it anymore and I ended up sitting on the counter, legs open, with him between them, pounding me as if he wanted to make me levitate with each thrust. In the kitchen, only our moans and the accelerated PLOP PLOP of penetration could be heard. I must say that now Vicente is a much better lover than when we started, from so much taking me he has gained practice, so his movements are more precise and effective. Still, I like it even if he stays still, but now the way he moved made the whole counter shake. My legs were electrified on both sides of his body until he plunged in completely, leaving me stuck deep inside, where I should be forever, my pussy overflowing with its wonderful essence. When he pulled out, almost exhausted from physical exhaustion, I collapsed at his feet and sucked his cock to clean it, collecting the sperm that slid down his testicles and pubic hair with my tongue. We didn't shower together in the afternoon, we just kissed and caressed, knowing it was time to return to reality. During those two days when I didn't nurse Ro, my cum had accumulated, but I didn't have a problem with it, since Vicente was my human extractor, sucking and drinking what would have been due to my son. Late in the afternoon, without saying a word, we loaded everything into the car, closed the house, and set off on our return journey. The climate now was very different from when we arrived, not even music could be heard. Halfway there, my husband calls me, I tell him I'm already back, he tells me to come meet him but I say it's not necessary. Vicente leaves me at a prudent distance from my house. We parted with a kiss as intense and effusive as all the ones we gave each other during that glorious weekend. -I want to go with you forever, I don't want I'll tell you. -You know it's impossible, your family...- reminds me. -I want to have a family with you- I insist –Make a bunch of kids for me- I know it's madness but I say it anyway. I want, I want, everything is just wanting but... I can't. I realize that and no longer insist. Today not, maybe another day. I get out of his car and take another taxi. I don't look back, I don't want to cry. When I get home my husband and the Ro are waiting anxiously for me. I see them and then yes, I start crying like Magdalena. My husband thinks I'm crying from the excitement of seeing them after being apart for two days. Maybe it's that, maybe... the Ro gets frantic on my chest. I feel happy to be back home again.
-You're beautiful! he says to me.
Don't lie, I reprimand him – I must be a disaster, I feel like I've run a marathon –
Well, we actually ran a marathon... a sexual marathon he laughs – I still can't believe everything we caught yesterday
And what we'll catch today! I assure him.
He turns to laugh again.
I have a surprise for you, he says.
He gets up, still in his underwear, with his cock bobbing between his legs and leaves the room. He returns instantly with a tray loaded with thermos, mate, and sweet biscuits (yes, I know they're bad for my diet but they're my weakness). We take mate on the bed, both of us naked, I would pull out a biscuit from the bag and give it to him in his mouth, then he would do the same with me. I don't know if it was the warmth of the mate, the sugar of the biscuits or being there together like God brought us into the world, but Vicente's cock got as hard as a cannon. When I saw it, I grabbed the mate and with a smiling expression, I said:
Wow, it looks like the grass is over
Vicente understood the message and adjusted himself so that his cock was at my complete disposal. I sucked it off just like many other times, with love and dedication, with fanaticism, tracing its entire length with my lips, which, despite not being too long, satisfied me completely. I took my time to dedicate special attention to his balls as well. Kisses, sucking, licking, nibbling, I like to indulge in those two fleshy bombs that harden and pulse under the wet attentions of my mouth. During the rest of the day we made love several times more. Both of us knew that a weekend like this would be difficult to repeat, so we wanted to make the most of our sinful honeymoon moon. On one of those occasions we caught each other in the kitchen, while We were preparing lunch. From so much rubbing, gentle and intentional, we couldn't take it anymore and I ended up sitting on the counter, legs open, with him between them, pounding me as if he wanted to make me levitate with each thrust. In the kitchen, only our moans and the accelerated PLOP PLOP of penetration could be heard. I must say that now Vicente is a much better lover than when we started, from so much taking me he has gained practice, so his movements are more precise and effective. Still, I like it even if he stays still, but now the way he moved made the whole counter shake. My legs were electrified on both sides of his body until he plunged in completely, leaving me stuck deep inside, where I should be forever, my pussy overflowing with its wonderful essence. When he pulled out, almost exhausted from physical exhaustion, I collapsed at his feet and sucked his cock to clean it, collecting the sperm that slid down his testicles and pubic hair with my tongue. We didn't shower together in the afternoon, we just kissed and caressed, knowing it was time to return to reality. During those two days when I didn't nurse Ro, my cum had accumulated, but I didn't have a problem with it, since Vicente was my human extractor, sucking and drinking what would have been due to my son. Late in the afternoon, without saying a word, we loaded everything into the car, closed the house, and set off on our return journey. The climate now was very different from when we arrived, not even music could be heard. Halfway there, my husband calls me, I tell him I'm already back, he tells me to come meet him but I say it's not necessary. Vicente leaves me at a prudent distance from my house. We parted with a kiss as intense and effusive as all the ones we gave each other during that glorious weekend. -I want to go with you forever, I don't want I'll tell you. -You know it's impossible, your family...- reminds me. -I want to have a family with you- I insist –Make a bunch of kids for me- I know it's madness but I say it anyway. I want, I want, everything is just wanting but... I can't. I realize that and no longer insist. Today not, maybe another day. I get out of his car and take another taxi. I don't look back, I don't want to cry. When I get home my husband and the Ro are waiting anxiously for me. I see them and then yes, I start crying like Magdalena. My husband thinks I'm crying from the excitement of seeing them after being apart for two days. Maybe it's that, maybe... the Ro gets frantic on my chest. I feel happy to be back home again.
21 comentários - Una nueva luna de miel (3º y última parte)
Uno no hace más que quedarse con la boca abierta. Te pueden acusar que el final te lo escribió Corín Tellado pero me parece el final adecuado para tremenda historia. Y bue'... a jugarse por este nuevo amor. Y a meterle los cuernos a Vicente, obviooooo!!!!
+10, gran final de una saga no menos genial
De mi parte para que este drama no termine de la peor forma, lo único que te digo es que se vive una vez y todos tenemos derecho a realizar lo que queremos. Hace lo que sientas a la larga es mejor para vos, hijo y sin dudas marido. Saludos y perdón por este introvertido comentario. Mis puntos fieles.
te dejo un beso Misko
Cada vez me gusta mas como escribis!
Espero que haya muchas mas historias para contarnos!
Gracias por compartir
ahi van mis puntos.