Ring the bell. My heart was racing at a thousand, my legs were trembling, I couldn't believe what I was about to do, and yet...I had to do it! I couldn't keep tolerating that situation.
I'd been in a relationship for over ten years and nine of those living together. In the last year, my husband was always busy, a sudden overdose of work that didn't match the increases in income or our level of life had given me certainty that there was someone else involved.
It didn't take me more than a few hours to investigate online, cross data, and test variables to find his parallel Facebook account and keys, and access his conversations. I could confirm my suspicions. The very slut, to make matters worse, was beautiful.
I read her conversations every day, knew about her dates, encounters, the excuses she would give me. My hope was that the girl didn't have my maturity or intelligence, couldn't give him any security of continuity, she was just a precious little thing of 19 years old who had only been living alone in the city for a year, having come to study and her parents, some wealthy farmers from the interior, had given her an apartment in the center with all the comforts.
The girl was my husband's student. And being sincere, I don't blame him for screwing her. She had a butt, breasts, a face like a slut headmaster and a 100% attitude ready for sex. From what I could find out, she didn't worry too much about studying. I even followed her for some days and saw many boys entering her apartment when my husband wasn't around. It was clear that she was a party girl discovering life free of responsibilities for the first time.
Deep down, it didn't bother me too much, as I was so busy with my own things that I hadn't been sexually attending to my husband, and having an innocent slut entertain and distract him didn't annoy me. The problem arose when I read some declarations from the girl in a romantic tone, like they're mine Things were happening with you. My husband, obviously, couldn't handle it. A well-cared-for forty-year-old but one who doubled my age in youthfulness couldn't put limits on her with the necessary harshness to break her heart.
I confronted him first, told him without losing my mind that I knew about his adventure. First he remained mute, then tried to deny it, but when I put the evidence on the table, he apologized, swore that I was the woman he wanted to grow old with, and that this girl was just a diversion for him to feel young and revitalized again.
I understood deeply. He also told me that if I wanted to do the same with one of my students, he would be okay with it...later, during an embrace, he confessed that even the idea excited him, encouraging me to do so, but that will be material for another post.
It had been a week and my husband confessed that he had caught her again in his office, one day when she appeared almost naked, and that he couldn't resist. But then, when he left, he found the outside wall of the office written with love messages, which obviously his secretary and clients and partners had also seen, although none of them told him anything. He was scared, didn't know how to cut it off, asked for my help.
And there I was, got dressed as best I could, because at thirty-something I take care of myself enough to feel beautiful and desired, but some adolescent residue made me dress up very slutty, spend hours on makeup, and get ready to be pretty when talking to her, her fresh youthfulness couldn't compete with my well-deserved sensuality.
The girl answered the door, and barely saw me she opened her eyes startled, recognized me from photos, my husband's official face...I calmed her down and asked her to chat quietly, she opened the door and invited me in.
Rocío -that was her name- was with a shirtless guy and a man's shirt -it didn't seem like my husband's size, but since I knew it was slutty I thought surely it belonged to one of his studly colleagues-, disheveled and half asleep but still she was precious. She had a waist of view, a well-set and prominent booty, plump and marked, and erect breasts with large nipples whose areolas were clearly visible through the fabric of her shirt.
I told her if she wanted to order something for breakfast at the bar downstairs in the building, she said she preferred beers... I remembered that I was standing in front of a 19-year-old irresponsible girl who could afford to have beers and sandwiches from last night's party, but not wanting to be less than her, I accepted.
She said Well, tell me, are you going to throw me out the window? Because you're not coming as friends... - Why do you say that?
- And... I'll screw your husband, obviously you're not coming as a friend...
When she said that, I felt like pulling her hair, but it also made butterflies in my stomach and tickles on my pussy. The comment heated me up, especially because I'm very imaginative and started imagining the girl screwing my husband.
- Do you fuck well?
- Very well! He's all a man, congratulations!
- Thanks
- And do you also get fucked?
- Not as much lately... routine, years...
There I was, the most bizarre married woman in the world, chatting with my husband's mistress, who was 15 years younger than me, about my sexual life with my husband.
-Ah... I understand...
- What can you understand, girl, if a few years ago you didn't even know how to wipe your ass? I thought.
-In reality, he's half calm, right? It's me who gets hot... the first time I sent myself, I bothered him badly, he didn't want it, he was very shy, and he talked about you all the time...
I wasn't sure if he was serious, but I imagined the scene: that little one putting my husband against the wall of the classroom, and my sweet husband telling her how much he loved me... it gave me tenderness.
- Do I bring two more?
-Eh? Ah, go ahead...
I realized we had downed two beers like water... the situation was strange, before ringing the bell I had rehearsed a very well-practiced speech for the umpteenth time, but the naturalness of the cutie had disarmed me, I didn't know what to say to her in front of her frankness
Destapó two more beers, and as she bent down I could see the beginning of her nipples, they had large, pink aureolas. She caught me looking at her, smiled with mischief and passed her tongue over her lips very lightly. I turned away my gaze
-Well, the thing is that I'm here because I know things are happening to you, and you want to take the relationship to another level...it's okay if you eat it, but don't fall in love
What the hell did I just say? What didn't I mind her eating it? How was I going to say that? Wasn't I supposed to be making a scene, breaking things...so many telenovelas I've seen in my life were crap? But there I was, already somewhat drunk despite it being 11 am, telling the lover of my husband that I didn't mind her sleeping with him
-Don't you really mean it? Well, look, the truth is your husband is very handsome, very intelligent, nothing like the other guys I sleep with, and yes, I got a little confused...but no, now that I know you...
She left the sentence unfinished, the very daughter of a slut!
-What?
-What about what?
She looked at me playfully and burst out laughing. For a second I got angry, thought she was laughing at me for being corny and silly. But then I realized it wasn't that, that she was just an immature girl, a very sexual but still very young teenager. I calmed down and laughed too
-What's the rest of the sentence! Now that you know me what?
She looked at me with sweetness. She grabbed my hand and leaned over the table, bringing her face close to mine
-Now that I know you, and see that you're beautiful, sweet, sensual...I think things might happen between the two of us
She said it with the most sensual voice in the world. No man had ever spoken to me like that before. The tension was huge. Her mouth, just centimeters from mine, was like a magnet. And without knowing if it was because of the beers that had gone up my... head, or because of the beauty of the girl, or because for the first time in my life I had the opportunity to let out my bisexual slut, the thing is that I was there, in the apartment of my husband's mistress, holding her by the nape, caressing her back and...fucking her, eating her mouth, melting into a soft, delicate, deep kiss...and how she kissed me!
In a second and without letting go, and not understanding well how, I had my hands up and the girl was taking off my blouse and unbuttoning my corset. She looked at me with infinite tenderness, and with her loving slut face, she said I've been wanting you since the first time I saw your photo on Javier's Facebook
Naming my husband was the trigger to set me off completely. I went crazy, slut, slut, hot women, perhaps with the unconscious desire to compete, to show who was the most slut, I threw myself at her, ripped off her shirt and two breasts popped out that blew my head off. I lowered to suck them, for the first time in my life my contact with another woman went beyond simple kissing games, I was about to make love to her, to screw her, to take her with passionate fury, my husband's mistress...
I'd been in a relationship for over ten years and nine of those living together. In the last year, my husband was always busy, a sudden overdose of work that didn't match the increases in income or our level of life had given me certainty that there was someone else involved.
It didn't take me more than a few hours to investigate online, cross data, and test variables to find his parallel Facebook account and keys, and access his conversations. I could confirm my suspicions. The very slut, to make matters worse, was beautiful.
I read her conversations every day, knew about her dates, encounters, the excuses she would give me. My hope was that the girl didn't have my maturity or intelligence, couldn't give him any security of continuity, she was just a precious little thing of 19 years old who had only been living alone in the city for a year, having come to study and her parents, some wealthy farmers from the interior, had given her an apartment in the center with all the comforts.
The girl was my husband's student. And being sincere, I don't blame him for screwing her. She had a butt, breasts, a face like a slut headmaster and a 100% attitude ready for sex. From what I could find out, she didn't worry too much about studying. I even followed her for some days and saw many boys entering her apartment when my husband wasn't around. It was clear that she was a party girl discovering life free of responsibilities for the first time.
Deep down, it didn't bother me too much, as I was so busy with my own things that I hadn't been sexually attending to my husband, and having an innocent slut entertain and distract him didn't annoy me. The problem arose when I read some declarations from the girl in a romantic tone, like they're mine Things were happening with you. My husband, obviously, couldn't handle it. A well-cared-for forty-year-old but one who doubled my age in youthfulness couldn't put limits on her with the necessary harshness to break her heart.
I confronted him first, told him without losing my mind that I knew about his adventure. First he remained mute, then tried to deny it, but when I put the evidence on the table, he apologized, swore that I was the woman he wanted to grow old with, and that this girl was just a diversion for him to feel young and revitalized again.
I understood deeply. He also told me that if I wanted to do the same with one of my students, he would be okay with it...later, during an embrace, he confessed that even the idea excited him, encouraging me to do so, but that will be material for another post.
It had been a week and my husband confessed that he had caught her again in his office, one day when she appeared almost naked, and that he couldn't resist. But then, when he left, he found the outside wall of the office written with love messages, which obviously his secretary and clients and partners had also seen, although none of them told him anything. He was scared, didn't know how to cut it off, asked for my help.
And there I was, got dressed as best I could, because at thirty-something I take care of myself enough to feel beautiful and desired, but some adolescent residue made me dress up very slutty, spend hours on makeup, and get ready to be pretty when talking to her, her fresh youthfulness couldn't compete with my well-deserved sensuality.
The girl answered the door, and barely saw me she opened her eyes startled, recognized me from photos, my husband's official face...I calmed her down and asked her to chat quietly, she opened the door and invited me in.
Rocío -that was her name- was with a shirtless guy and a man's shirt -it didn't seem like my husband's size, but since I knew it was slutty I thought surely it belonged to one of his studly colleagues-, disheveled and half asleep but still she was precious. She had a waist of view, a well-set and prominent booty, plump and marked, and erect breasts with large nipples whose areolas were clearly visible through the fabric of her shirt.
I told her if she wanted to order something for breakfast at the bar downstairs in the building, she said she preferred beers... I remembered that I was standing in front of a 19-year-old irresponsible girl who could afford to have beers and sandwiches from last night's party, but not wanting to be less than her, I accepted.
She said Well, tell me, are you going to throw me out the window? Because you're not coming as friends... - Why do you say that?
- And... I'll screw your husband, obviously you're not coming as a friend...
When she said that, I felt like pulling her hair, but it also made butterflies in my stomach and tickles on my pussy. The comment heated me up, especially because I'm very imaginative and started imagining the girl screwing my husband.
- Do you fuck well?
- Very well! He's all a man, congratulations!
- Thanks
- And do you also get fucked?
- Not as much lately... routine, years...
There I was, the most bizarre married woman in the world, chatting with my husband's mistress, who was 15 years younger than me, about my sexual life with my husband.
-Ah... I understand...
- What can you understand, girl, if a few years ago you didn't even know how to wipe your ass? I thought.
-In reality, he's half calm, right? It's me who gets hot... the first time I sent myself, I bothered him badly, he didn't want it, he was very shy, and he talked about you all the time...
I wasn't sure if he was serious, but I imagined the scene: that little one putting my husband against the wall of the classroom, and my sweet husband telling her how much he loved me... it gave me tenderness.
- Do I bring two more?
-Eh? Ah, go ahead...
I realized we had downed two beers like water... the situation was strange, before ringing the bell I had rehearsed a very well-practiced speech for the umpteenth time, but the naturalness of the cutie had disarmed me, I didn't know what to say to her in front of her frankness
Destapó two more beers, and as she bent down I could see the beginning of her nipples, they had large, pink aureolas. She caught me looking at her, smiled with mischief and passed her tongue over her lips very lightly. I turned away my gaze
-Well, the thing is that I'm here because I know things are happening to you, and you want to take the relationship to another level...it's okay if you eat it, but don't fall in love
What the hell did I just say? What didn't I mind her eating it? How was I going to say that? Wasn't I supposed to be making a scene, breaking things...so many telenovelas I've seen in my life were crap? But there I was, already somewhat drunk despite it being 11 am, telling the lover of my husband that I didn't mind her sleeping with him
-Don't you really mean it? Well, look, the truth is your husband is very handsome, very intelligent, nothing like the other guys I sleep with, and yes, I got a little confused...but no, now that I know you...
She left the sentence unfinished, the very daughter of a slut!
-What?
-What about what?
She looked at me playfully and burst out laughing. For a second I got angry, thought she was laughing at me for being corny and silly. But then I realized it wasn't that, that she was just an immature girl, a very sexual but still very young teenager. I calmed down and laughed too
-What's the rest of the sentence! Now that you know me what?
She looked at me with sweetness. She grabbed my hand and leaned over the table, bringing her face close to mine
-Now that I know you, and see that you're beautiful, sweet, sensual...I think things might happen between the two of us
She said it with the most sensual voice in the world. No man had ever spoken to me like that before. The tension was huge. Her mouth, just centimeters from mine, was like a magnet. And without knowing if it was because of the beers that had gone up my... head, or because of the beauty of the girl, or because for the first time in my life I had the opportunity to let out my bisexual slut, the thing is that I was there, in the apartment of my husband's mistress, holding her by the nape, caressing her back and...fucking her, eating her mouth, melting into a soft, delicate, deep kiss...and how she kissed me!
In a second and without letting go, and not understanding well how, I had my hands up and the girl was taking off my blouse and unbuttoning my corset. She looked at me with infinite tenderness, and with her loving slut face, she said I've been wanting you since the first time I saw your photo on Javier's Facebook
Naming my husband was the trigger to set me off completely. I went crazy, slut, slut, hot women, perhaps with the unconscious desire to compete, to show who was the most slut, I threw myself at her, ripped off her shirt and two breasts popped out that blew my head off. I lowered to suck them, for the first time in my life my contact with another woman went beyond simple kissing games, I was about to make love to her, to screw her, to take her with passionate fury, my husband's mistress...
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