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Volume 1Enjoy playing a lot! Marisol said to me before leaving for the university. Because at night, I'll play with you!
Ten minutes passed and Liz appeared at the door, wearing only black lingerie.
Are you sure she won't come back? she asked, looking suspicious.
But no. She was very careful about her belongings and would find a way to get them if she forgot anything at the university.
We had the house to ourselves temporarily for three hours.
You're terrible! Liz said, getting under the sheets and undressing herself. You're sleeping with your mistress in the same bed where you sleep with your wife!
It's curious because it excites her just as much at 2 am.
Last night I saw them again! They got me so hot! she was saying, mounting me relievedly.
We had realized and Marisol, being herself, started to moan more loudly, taking care not to wake the little ones.
Liz's thrusts were strong and sudden, and she arched her back, leaning on my shoulders, letting me see her breasts shaking.
Her enormous breasts were extremely excited, with thick nipples swollen and pointed, as if they were about to scream and their aureolas invitingly beckoned me to bite and suck them like a hungry baby.
She was complaining, enjoying my bites, and hitting me with her waist with great violence.
This is the best I've had! Not even Fred's was this good! she said, while I took hold of her breasts, straightening her up, and she kept burying herself deeper into me.
Her skin is soft and her waist is perfect. Not a single ounce of fat.
She started to agitate and moan more loudly, while her breasts bounced freely.
Be quiet! I ordered. You'll wake the little ones!
But her face seemed to be dreaming awake and didn't pay attention, so I had to kiss her.
You know how to kiss... very well! she said, sighing in my neck.
She hugged me from behind, wrapping her arms around my back, and I could feel her breasts excitedly, deliciously warm. Embracing her in that way, I felt more encouraged. She was feeling quite tight. She wanted it badly and tried to get it in as far as possible, when only about 3/4 of it fit and I was already happy. 'You fill me up so much!... No!... Get your fingers out of there!' she protested, excitedly. I was caressing that appetizing rear end and rubbing a finger against the posterior opening. 'Please!... It's so tasty!' I begged, as she lost her reason with her movements. 'No!... Fred did it... and it hurt me a lot... And his wasn't as fat... as yours!' she kept protesting, but couldn't deny the delicious pleasure of feeling something more, entering her in a smooth, rapid, and insidious way. I didn't let her go because I had trapped her in a vicious circle: to escape my fingers, her movements became stronger and deeper, advancing a little further inside her. But as she felt more pleasure, her resistance to my fingers decreased. 'Okay... We'll do it... when you get back!' she finally accepted. My cock hardened a bit more at hearing that promise. 'Ah, yes!... Ah, yes!... Sii!... I'm almost there!... Give it to me!... Give it all to me!' she was saying, shaking herself frenetically. I was holding onto her rear end as she hugged and offered me her sweaty breasts to rest my face in. They were almost as delicious as my wife's and I could perfectly suffocate between them. 'Give it to me!... Give it all to me!... Siii!... Ah, there!... Ah, there!... Ah!... Aaaaah!' She let out a baritone groan at the moment of orgasm. Again, I had to seal her lips with a kiss to keep her quiet and not wake up the little ones. 'Siii!' she exclaimed, sighing. 'Married men are the best.' We kept kissing and her gaze lost itself in my eyes. 'I really like you!... Last night I saw you and your wife without getting tired... and now you're with me and still going strong...' she said, kissing me nonstop. Then, I turned her around. She looked surprised. Do you want... more? she asked with a big smile. A slow but deep thrust gave the answer. It can't be!... Mhm!... You want more! I tried to contain myself. Marisol likes riding me, but I particularly like doing it on top of them because they put it in as far as they can. Unlike me, who puts it in as far as I want. Ah, yes!... Ah, yes!... You're tearing me apart! she said, while I thrust into her with greater force. She closed her eyes and tried to contain herself, while I, more pleased, was forcing her deeper than the previous time. It's so big!... And so hard! she said, raising her voice again, making me have to kiss her once more. I love my little ones, but in those moments I was enjoying it and didn't want anything to interrupt that fun. You're so deep!... Oh no!... Oh no! she exclaimed, raising her voice again, and I had to kiss her to calm her down. I felt like I was pressing against her cervix with my movements and wanted to fill it up. Her body sucked me in with great force, while I grabbed her breasts and pinched them. You're going to come!... You're going to come again!... Gahhh! It was very intense and we were both agitated. Although Marisol had taken care of me that morning, my desires didn't falter. She was tired and for a while, she fell asleep in my arms. But about 20 minutes later, I recognized those typical sounds. She wanted to stay with me for a bit longer, but I understood. I put on my pajamas, she took her clothes and went to shower. Luckily, the little ones didn't see her in my bed. My chubby one was happy to see daddy, while my tall girl was just waking up. I gave them their bottles (the greedy ones take mom's breast and a second breakfast at 10) and when Liz got dressed, I went to bathe. I prepared lunch and around half past twelve, Fio called. Can you come? she asked anxiously. Of course! I responded, smiling. I took the belt and toolbox case and asked Liz to take care of the house. She accepted, smiling, asking me not to be too late. But I knew I wouldn't return until around 4 pm. Hello! I greeted. Hello! How have you been? Fine, and you? Fine too. How's Kevin? He's fine. Marisol? She is fine too. Your son? I haven't had any problems. Your little ones? They're fine. That's good! she exclaimed, finally taking off her bra. We climbed, talking and undressing as much as we could. Not even asking about the belt and toolbox case. The two of us wanted only one thing from each other: sex. And clothes and conversation were getting in the way. The very astute woman hadn't even made the bed. It was clear she had rolled around with her husband until she couldn't take it anymore, due to the disheveled clothes and the lingering aroma of sex in the air. Not even a twinge of guilt. Her husband had filled her up half a day earlier, but she yearned for the neighbor's cock, which didn't stop licking and kissing her, without changing the sheets. She was a slut in heat and it gave her no difference who screwed her as long as they did. I squeezed her delicious breasts and licked her with dedication. For her, at that moment, there was no husband or son, and she savored me like the most delicious of ice creams. The very indecent woman touched herself while going up and down with her mouth almost in desperation, and the aroma of women in heat became persistent in the air. I positioned her slit on my face and started tasting her juices, while she, surprised, stopped her work. Don't stop! I growled, burying my tongue deep inside her, making her shudder. She likes it when I dominate her, humble her, and be rough with her. I don't make any reservations and simply let her lick the neighbor's cock like the vicious slut she is. It starts to heat up and doesn't stop squirting. Lick mine and get in! until the bottom of her mouth, as if I were giving her unconditional kisses, waiting for her to give me my cum. But I'm hard like a garrote and she offers her tiny ass very contentedly, even wiggling it, thinking we'll do it doggy style. No!... Wait!... I don't want it there! she protests as I start putting it in her from behind. What? Don't you want it? Come on, Marco! Stop playing with me! I need it! she insists. But I'm not making the slightest effort to pull out. In fact, she's slowly accommodating herself in her hole simply due to pressure. She was sighing and enjoying it, resigning herself. I'm doing it for your own good! I say, moving my hips while saying, You said we'd do it that way while you were pregnant! I know... but... She was breathing intensely as she felt the movement. And you want to be a faithful wife... because Kevin is your husband... she insisted, emphasizing those sculptural cheekbones. It's true!... But I... And if I do it from behind... there's no deception... because you reserve yourself for your husband... My words were making her hotter and hotter, as the aroma intensified. I gave her a slap on the butt and she let out an muffled groan. Because if you really want it... you'd be unfaithful... I said, pushing it in deeper. No... don't make me... do this! she begged. But I knew she liked it. I was enjoying her bum, pushing it in deeper and deeper. You'd be cheating on your husband... with his neighbor... thinking his cock is better than your husband's... I said, sliding her to the bottom. She was groaning muffledly because she knew it was true. What would Kevin think if he saw us?... his faithful and beautiful wife... on her knees, receiving another man's cock in her ass... Come on, Marco!... Don't say that anymore!... I don't want to be unfaithful! I wasn't giving in and held tight to her waist, pounding harder with each stroke. But you called me... because you missed me... I said, pumping incessantly
¡If I called you!... but I...
Because if you prefer him to me… I'll take her away and leave
She shuddered at hearing it.
No!... Don't take her!... Please!...
She started crying.
It's so yummy!... I want it more than my husband's
I was already hitting harder and she gave muted moans, containing pleasure as I thrust into her.
Your cock is so hard!... And you last so long!... she complained, moving her hips to maximize her pleasure.
Her ass is tight and also delicious, and her tits are so lustful that I couldn't resist the urge to grab them. I was licking her neck, desiring her.
She was my slut in heat and she was complaining deliciously as she felt me abusing her ass.
Our rhythm became more frantic and when I felt it inevitable, I had a strong first tingle at the tip of my cock.
Ahhh!... Ahhh!... It's so hot!... I feel it in my stomach! she said, very happy.
It was like those times when I stayed alone and jerked off three times in a row.
But now it was different because it was a real ass.
Do you know? My husband is going to Melbourne at the end of May and I was thinking that since he will ask me again to take care of him, maybe Marisol, you and I... could have some fun nights.
Another strong tingle and she smiled, caressing her. I wanted her inside and out.
You always keep it so hard!... That's why I love it! she said, kissing me.
Lying down, she made me massage her breasts to make me harder. But I was already tired.
I advanced into her with an infernal ardor and she enjoyed it while I gave her harder and harder, trying to stimulate my testicles to generate a new load.
And what was worse: I thought about my wife when she got back home. She would ask for more...
I hit her hard, kissed her, and caressed her entirely. But she wanted only one thing...
Come on, Marco!... My husband is almost here!
It was 3:18 pm. I had been there for almost three hours with the neighbors and an hour in my second round. I started giving it more effort. To exert myself, exert myself, and exert myself. She was enjoying it even more than she should have, while I had to pass all the most lustful thoughts through my mind.
“¡Ahhh!... ¡Siii!... ¡Siii!... ¡Ahhh!... ¡Ahhh!... ¡Ahhhh!...” she exclaimed finally, as my prick in the cock became more intense.
I was exhausted and she radiated happiness.
“¡You're the best!... ¡It was the best screw of all!...” she kept telling me, not stopping to kiss me.
The alarm clock marked 15:42 when I could finally get away.
I had to wash up and get dressed, while she had to air out the room and take a bath too.
We used different bathrooms (because Fio always wants more) and suggested that her husband entertain himself in the living room, since he has become so good at sex that he barely arrives, takes it to his room.
I took care to bring my tools and belt and not leave any evidence, like every amorous man would do when about to be surprised by his wife.
“Do you come next week free?” she asked anxiously. She kissed me and we said goodbye wildly.
Back home, Liz was doing the profile of a vase, while the little ones played on the carpet.
“¡You're back! ¡You look very tired!” she told me, with a huge smile.
While I left my tools and belt in the laundry room, she followed me and took hold of my waist, asking:
“Have you been made to work too much?”
I was exhausted and although the little ones wanted my attention, all I wanted was to rest and watch TV.
“Ok, then I'll go...” Liz announced, taking her things and suggesting that I accompany her to the door.
“One for the road...” she said, before kissing me deeply and smiling mischievously. “So your wife doesn't find out...”
And I managed to see about 20 minutes of TV when Marisol arrived home.
“Today will be rich...” she said, just seeing me.
And I got scared, because I know well that so hot... my wife puts me down. We take eleven, wash the dishes and put the little ones to sleep in the room next door with the monitor on. It's the arrangement we agreed upon for weekends. You can scream as loud as you want without worrying about waking up the little ones. I confess I was nervous because it's Marisol. But when I saw her in her white getup, I lost all fear and tiredness. She is my wife and making love with her is fun because she's so strange. 'Do you like me doing it this way?... Do you like it?... Do you like it?... That's the technique my sister taught me!' she says, swaying her hips as she rides me. For some reason, it's a competition for her. I try not to laugh and enjoy it. She gets angry. 'Ah, yes! Then I'll use my breast attack!' And she suffocates me with her enormous pillows that I love savoring. 'No... let me go!' she asks, but she's the one who enjoys it more. 'It's not like this!... It's not like this!... I have to win you!' she protests, making pouts. 'Crazy! You already won! You're my wife!' She smiles and turns around. She knows it and even though that night wouldn't be the night I'd win, I simply enjoyed it. 'Not so deep... Not so deep!' she asked. But it's my wife and I know how much she can take inside her. 'You tricked me in this bed… Am I right, villain?' I felt ashamed and she won a small victory. 'Was it tasty?' 'It's better with my wife...' It's the truth. Marisol likes it when I say those things to her and she comes instantly. She starts kissing me more passionately and I bite her neck, which makes her moan deliciously. 'Do you like having horns put on you?' 'Of course not!... You're my woman... and the best.' She laughs and puts a beautiful face on. I caress her breasts and squeeze them and she sighs. I caress her and look into her eyes. 'You're so strange!' After we've come, we kiss and hug each other. I like looking at her. Her gaze is so serene. It's my old friend. The skinny little girl who used to make me say...' ojitos.
We come apart and get into position. There are no more competitions. I don't even feel the heat anymore. It's my canary's rear end.
Outside, you can hear unmistakable moans.
We look at each other with complicity. Kevin must be working hard.
I bury myself in her. She enters like butter and enjoys it.
That delicious hip. Her movements. Her back.
It's a fabulous melody that runs through me, entering through my ears and clothes me with vigor. It's my wife. The one I miss for the week.
She complains, but she endures. I love that about her. Letting herself be completely submissive to me.
I grab her breasts and absorb the aroma of her hair.
¡Yes, love!... ¡Yes, love!... ¡Deeper!... ¡Deeper!...
The words I appreciate most.
Finally, I come again once more. I can't take it anymore and she knows it, very smiling.
It's a truce or a tie. We settle in, embracing each other and preparing to sleep.
But the two of us have realized that the third agitated breath coming from the hallway is from a young woman...Next post
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