Continuation ofI got revenge on my husband by having sex with his friends.My plan was following exactly the path I had drawn for myself. I was going to fuck all my husband's acquaintances and not just that, I was going to record them fucking me later, I thought I'd use the recorded material, thinking that everything not recorded hadn't happened and I wanted to document my adventures. And meanwhile, I was going to prepare things to leave my husband with the same money he had when we got married, that is, broke.
The next day I spent turning over how to get the Financial Director into bed, I knew I couldn't be as direct as with Jorge.
A few days earlier I'd received information from my friend Karen, who sells real estate on the Costa, offering me two different properties in Marbella. The owners preferred selling at a low price to avoid having them seized by the bank. According to Karen, an excellent investment.
With that excuse, I called Fernando, an expert in all things real estate. I asked him to come over and deliver all the documentation. We agreed to meet early in the morning.
Preparing the terrain and trying to gauge his reactions, I decided to receive him at home wearing my usual nightgown, which is usually quite minimal. For this occasion, I left it on and covered myself with a matching robe made of fine gauze that wasn't transparent but still showed a lot. He arrived punctually.
I went down to greet him as I said, and saw his eyes scanning my entire body.Forgive me Fernando but since you're so punctual I haven't had time to get dressed, well, with you I don't have to keep protocol, we've known each other all our lives.I handed over the documentation, her gaze was so fixed on my tits that I'm sure she would have grabbed it even if I had given her a hand grenade instead.There needs to be a quick decision made or the Bank will take them away.The plan was simple. He studied the proposal from an economic point of view and, if he saw it interesting, we would have to go to Marbella to see the two apartments.It's very prudent of Myriam, you can't buy a house without seeing it, you have to inspect it in detail. Orientation is important and few people take that into account.Her gaze remained fixed on my breasts.
She gathered all the information and got up, I accompanied her to the door and at the threshold gave her two kisses. I took good care that when kissing her, my breasts would bump against her chest. I can't assure it but it seemed to me that her glasses' lenses were fogging up.
The next day (very good symptom) she called me:Myriam, if we don't bring a surprise when we see them, I think it's a very profitable investment.
What joy, Fernando, if you think it's okay, we'll go on the AVE, see the apartments and make a decision. It suits you to take this Thursday (I knew my husband wasn't going to be in Sigüenza that day, but rather in Burgos)
Perfect, Thursday.
Thanks Fernando, I'll take care of everything. I'll talk to my friend.I prepared the operation with more care than if I were assaulting the Bank of Spain. Exit from Madrid, at 9:30 in the morning, arrival in Málaga, around noon and a quarter. Car rental and trip to Marbella, one hour. As a consequence, we would make visits after lunch. Spoke with Karen to invent something to delay the first visit and very important that she send one of her employees but not herself to show us the apartments. I also asked her to reserve a room at the Posada del Mar, a small hotel (only 12 rooms) that she knew very well. When I arrived, I would ask for our two rooms and they had to tell me that we only had one reservation, which was a suite. And that the hotel was full, so they couldn't give us another room. It arrived on Thursday, and to keep things formal, I put on some white pants that fell like a second skin and allowed, if you paid attention, to see the profile of the thong I wore underneath, and a wide shirt with a good neckline. In case it got cold, a leather jacket. Nothing to report from when we left Madrid until we were already seated in the restaurant in Marbella, except that Fernando spent the whole trip staring at me. At some point, I thought my companion was more forward than expected, which pleased me more than anything. We ate at Calima, one of the best restaurants in Marbella, and when we finished, I asked Fernando to call the Agency to come pick us up. A charming lady, according to Fernando, told him that they had a problem and would be delayed. Between how long it took them to pick us up and the detailed first visit, it got late, and what was most important, we were running out of light. It was Fernando who said:With natural light you can't judge an apartment, it's playing Russian roulette.
Okay, don't worry, I asked Paquita (my husband's secretary) to book two rooms for us at The Sea Inn yesterday, we have until 8 pm to cancel.
I think we're going to need them.When the visit came, we went to the Hotel, it was already almost 9 o'clock at night. In Reception I asked: We have two rooms reserved in the name of Vázquez and Gallego. The girl checked on her computer and was blunt:Effectively they had two reservations but since we hadn't confirmed them, we've taken them. The only thing I have left free is the suite. We're full. All of Marbella is full, there's a cardiologists' convention.
Can you check with some hotel that recommends us?
If madam, right now.She disappeared from our sight and came back a little later to tell us that the closest thing she had found was in Málaga. We didn't have any other choice but to accept it. Karen had followed my instructions to the letter. We went up to leave our things before going out for dinner. The room was perfect for my purposes. A single bed, immense like a football field, and a balcony looking at the sea. Fernando didn't make even the slightest comment. We left, took a walk, ate a salted dorada, drank cold white wine and walked back to the hotel. On the way and with the excuse that I was feeling a bit tipsy, I leaned on Fernando's arm which made my tit inevitably lean against him. Once in the room, Fernando took the word: I don't know you, but I didn't bring anything to sleep.
I don't either. I still haven't slept, I'd take another glass of wine on the patio. If you agree, let's give ourselves a shower and stay in our bathrobes. While I'm taking a shower, can you ask for a bottle of Barbadillo?Without waiting for his response, I went to the bathroom, took a shower, and came out wrapped in a bathrobe. With care, I left my clothes on a chair so that Fernando would see that I had taken everything off, except for my thong.
I looked at my companion before entering the bathroom and got the impression that he had developed a lump in his pants.
On the patio, a glass of wine was waiting for me.
While Fernando was showering, I filled two glasses with wine, poured them into the planter, and served myself the third. When Fernando arrived, the bottle was half empty.
We sat down together on the patio, and we spent some time chatting, both knowing the game we were playing between us.Sweetheart (I had decided to call them all generically so I wouldn't get mixed up with the names) I'm starting to feel sleepy and I think I've had too much to drink.The room was dark, the only light coming in through the balcony. I took off my bathrobe and could see Fernando out of the corner of my eye, not missing a detail, so I got into bed on my stomach with my arms under my head. The position would give me the opportunity to see Fernando naked before he got under the sheets.
He didn't take more than a second to follow me. He closed the balcony curtains, making the darkness almost total, came over to the bed, took off his bathrobe, and got under the sheets. It was just a flash, but I had time to see that my bedmate had his little soldier pointing at the ceiling.
Each of us occupied one end of the bed, and from that moment on we didn't exchange a word. We both pretended to be asleep, we were both awake, and we both knew the other was pretending to be asleep while being awake. The problem was the vast distance between us. I thought it would have to be me who covered it, so with all slowness I began my approach. I turned over and waited for a few seconds.
At the second attempt, I hadn't even reached halfway across the bed, moving slowly as I went, noting that I kept bumping into a body.
Well, I thought, he's braver than I thought. And I decided to stay quiet and let it happen. I was lying on my back.
A few moments later, Fernando made a noise like he was dreaming and his arm ended up on top of me, with chance having his hand fall onto my bare breast. I stayed quiet as if I were asleep, but Fernando's hand on my breasts and especially knowing that I had gotten to him first put me hot like a slut. I noticed my crotch starting to get wet.
Since Fernando didn't perceive any reaction from me, he came up over me, his hand caressing my breasts as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I'm sure he noticed when my nipples got hard, so much so that he dedicated himself to pinching them. I was burning. While... With her other hand, she started to caress my ass. If I'm horny, it makes me want them to touch my tits; when they touch my ass, I lose control. I let her do it for a good while before sliding my hand between her legs and grabbing her cock. In absolute silence, Fernando went from caressing my ass to putting his hand directly on my tit. As soon as he felt it, I opened my thighs and did it boldly, so he'd know I was offering it to him. He dedicated his best moves to giving me pleasure in my armpits, and honestly, he did it well. I thought the moment had arrived, so I turned towards him, searched for his mouth, and ate it. After the kiss, with my lips a millimeter from his, I said:You've been teasing me all day and you're taking advantage of the fact that I'm half drunk.A silence fell and I thought it was going to cut off with what had been said, so I corrected it.But it drives me crazy that you make me horny and I'm eager for us to stop touching each other and have sex. What's the point of abusing me and violating me?Fernando seemed not to be listening to me, continued giving me finger in my clitoris the humidity with which he had found it gave him a good clue about what he had to do.Follow my love, follow caressing my pussy that has me very hot, follow my life that you're going to make me cum. Do you want me to cum before I fuck you?
If I want to feel like you're coming before you put it in.
Okay, keep going, keep going, just a little bit higher, keep going, my love, keep giving it to my pussy. And when I already started feeling waves of pleasure, like it's my duty.
Give give give, give to me I'm going to run, I run I run, I run all out, I come back, there's my love yeah I've run, I've run very tasty, now I want you to screw me.Fernando jumped over me and with a thrust he put everything I had, which wasn't little. I felt full, with my pussy still in maximum sensitivity.
Fernando had a peculiar way of fucking, instead of pulling his cock almost completely out to push it back in, he would pull it out only two or three inches, what made it different was the frequency, as he didn't delay even a second before putting it back in, I felt like I had a machine gun between my thighs.
He was taking me to heaven.Oh wow my love, how good you're screwing me and what pleasure you're giving me
Do you want my cum now? Or do you want me to keep going?
I want your cum in my life, I'm about to come again and if I feel your cum I'll come.And with a pleading voice I said:Fill my life, fill me with your cum that I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. Shake yourself in me, empty yourself. Fill the little one's toy box with your cum.My opponent accelerated his thrusts and I felt like not only the bed, the hotel, the earth was moving beneath my ass.I'll give you everything, I'll give you everything, take all my cum, take it all, I'm coming.
I'm coming too, don't stop, don't stop, I'll come to you, I want to feel your cock entering me.I didn't have time for more. I noticed the convulsions of Fernando's cock as he handed over his nectar and it produced an orgasm so intense that I thought I was going to faint. Finished with the powder, I asked him to bring me a small cup of wine, all I wanted was to talk to him. Already with the light on, I told him:You can't even imagine how unhappy I am, my husband has a mistress, not just an affair, a steady mistress for months now. My partner doesn't touch me and I need a lot of affection, a lot of love because I'm a very insecure woman about myself. This situation is killing me and I don't have anyone to trust, well, except you, I know you won't hurt me. And besides, you gave me an amazing fuck. I'm very needy, it's been over six months since I last had sex.
You can count on me for whatever you want, you know that your husband has never been the object of my devotion, he hit the jackpot when he met you. He's a scoundrel and I believe you when you say he has a mistress, he's the type of person who doesn't respect anything.
Will you take care of me? Will you protect me?
I'll do everything in my power so that no one hurts you.
I can't even imagine how happy it makes me to know I'm with you, now I'm going to sleep because you've left me a mess, you're a beast in bed. I never came so deliciously.It's always convenient to flatter the man who's screwing you and nothing makes them happier than knowing that the woman he was with had the best orgasm of her life, although I have to admit I just came really hard. The next morning, knowing that everything that happened the day before wasn't recorded (the room was dark), I proposed getting some images. I asked him to grab me in a doggy style and I got down on my hands and knees looking at the feet of the bed. Fernando screwed me from behind for the memory. I came like a slut feeling the cock pounding into me and came three times before it filled me up. I wanted to have the screw recorded, but that had nothing to do with the pleasure Fernando gave me. While he was showering, I realized that I didn't need exceptional lovers, what was truly exceptional was me, who gets off just having a cock inside me and coming half a dozen times. We completed our visits and returned to Madrid in an empty AVE train, sitting in the same seat, I had changed into a skirt for the occasion, we were giving each other soap from Málaga to Madrid. That's if, we were extremely cautious. We were alone in the car and as soon as a door opened, we would compose ourselves. Only once did we break the rule and it was me who did it. I spread a blanket over Fernando's legs, got under it, and gave him a blow job. I loved feeling the semen avalanche in my mouth. The blanket was an emergency solution in case someone came in. We were lucky, from when I put his cock in my mouth to when I swallowed his gift no one bothered us. When I finished my mischief, I asked: You were crazy about fucking me, tell the truth.
I've been crazy about screwing you for 20 years and I thought I'd never get it.
The same thing has happened to me, I lied to him. We have lost a lot of time.
But we can recover it. I want to be with you again.
Do you want to say that you want us to go back and have sex?
If I want to screw you again
I too but we must be very discreet, if ours is known it will be the ruin of both.
I'm a tomb, but promise me we're going to repeat.
With the pleasure you've given me, you can be sure that I'm going to fuck you many times. Next time I'll give you my ass. Do you want to grab my ass?
Don't even tell me, I get sick, of course I want your booty, my love.
Promise the bum always gives very good results and since I don't have any problem giving it, most of the time I don't lie.One time at my house, happy about how things had gone, I turned on my computer to see what had happened during my absence. I hadn't started watching anything when my phone rang, it was Jorge, my brother-in-law.I'm crazy about seeing you again, plus you owe me a giftFoxy like I thought alone if I couldn't be recording the conversation so I answered with evasions.If brother-in-law, don't worry, I'll call you as soon as I've received what I ordered for you. A kiss.And I hung up. My response was cold but the one who Jorge called me put me hot, my head came to the pleasure of having been with my brother-in-law. I proposed repeating it, but when it suited me, I had to fuck before with several candidates on my list.
Returning to the recording, I expected to find what always happened, I was no longer interested in anything they did, my objective was to have them recorded for when the time came to use that material.
Something later than usual, the door opened and the couple entered, following the routine, they went to the sofa. She, as always, stayed naked (I noticed something strange but wouldn't know what), I expected her to do the usual blowjob but on this occasion, once she was naked, she sat down next to my husband who had also taken off his clothes.
I was left frozen, it wasn't Ana, the woman in a thong next to my husband, it was Paquita, his secretary. I realized my mistake, Paquita is a 40-year-old woman with an enormous body, monumental ass, gigantic tits, no matter where you look at her, she's pretty-faced. One detail caught my attention, Paquita shouldn't know about fashion because she looked like a shag between her legs, a industrial-sized fur that I'm sure my husband would love because he was petting it.
They did what they had come to do and it seemed to me that my husband was putting more effort into his secretary than his mistress.
After the sex, things got interesting, Patricia and my husband started talking and I could learn things that neither of them would have confessed even under torture.
The next day I spent turning over how to get the Financial Director into bed, I knew I couldn't be as direct as with Jorge.
A few days earlier I'd received information from my friend Karen, who sells real estate on the Costa, offering me two different properties in Marbella. The owners preferred selling at a low price to avoid having them seized by the bank. According to Karen, an excellent investment.
With that excuse, I called Fernando, an expert in all things real estate. I asked him to come over and deliver all the documentation. We agreed to meet early in the morning.
Preparing the terrain and trying to gauge his reactions, I decided to receive him at home wearing my usual nightgown, which is usually quite minimal. For this occasion, I left it on and covered myself with a matching robe made of fine gauze that wasn't transparent but still showed a lot. He arrived punctually.
I went down to greet him as I said, and saw his eyes scanning my entire body.Forgive me Fernando but since you're so punctual I haven't had time to get dressed, well, with you I don't have to keep protocol, we've known each other all our lives.I handed over the documentation, her gaze was so fixed on my tits that I'm sure she would have grabbed it even if I had given her a hand grenade instead.There needs to be a quick decision made or the Bank will take them away.The plan was simple. He studied the proposal from an economic point of view and, if he saw it interesting, we would have to go to Marbella to see the two apartments.It's very prudent of Myriam, you can't buy a house without seeing it, you have to inspect it in detail. Orientation is important and few people take that into account.Her gaze remained fixed on my breasts.
She gathered all the information and got up, I accompanied her to the door and at the threshold gave her two kisses. I took good care that when kissing her, my breasts would bump against her chest. I can't assure it but it seemed to me that her glasses' lenses were fogging up.
The next day (very good symptom) she called me:Myriam, if we don't bring a surprise when we see them, I think it's a very profitable investment.
What joy, Fernando, if you think it's okay, we'll go on the AVE, see the apartments and make a decision. It suits you to take this Thursday (I knew my husband wasn't going to be in Sigüenza that day, but rather in Burgos)
Perfect, Thursday.
Thanks Fernando, I'll take care of everything. I'll talk to my friend.I prepared the operation with more care than if I were assaulting the Bank of Spain. Exit from Madrid, at 9:30 in the morning, arrival in Málaga, around noon and a quarter. Car rental and trip to Marbella, one hour. As a consequence, we would make visits after lunch. Spoke with Karen to invent something to delay the first visit and very important that she send one of her employees but not herself to show us the apartments. I also asked her to reserve a room at the Posada del Mar, a small hotel (only 12 rooms) that she knew very well. When I arrived, I would ask for our two rooms and they had to tell me that we only had one reservation, which was a suite. And that the hotel was full, so they couldn't give us another room. It arrived on Thursday, and to keep things formal, I put on some white pants that fell like a second skin and allowed, if you paid attention, to see the profile of the thong I wore underneath, and a wide shirt with a good neckline. In case it got cold, a leather jacket. Nothing to report from when we left Madrid until we were already seated in the restaurant in Marbella, except that Fernando spent the whole trip staring at me. At some point, I thought my companion was more forward than expected, which pleased me more than anything. We ate at Calima, one of the best restaurants in Marbella, and when we finished, I asked Fernando to call the Agency to come pick us up. A charming lady, according to Fernando, told him that they had a problem and would be delayed. Between how long it took them to pick us up and the detailed first visit, it got late, and what was most important, we were running out of light. It was Fernando who said:With natural light you can't judge an apartment, it's playing Russian roulette.
Okay, don't worry, I asked Paquita (my husband's secretary) to book two rooms for us at The Sea Inn yesterday, we have until 8 pm to cancel.
I think we're going to need them.When the visit came, we went to the Hotel, it was already almost 9 o'clock at night. In Reception I asked: We have two rooms reserved in the name of Vázquez and Gallego. The girl checked on her computer and was blunt:Effectively they had two reservations but since we hadn't confirmed them, we've taken them. The only thing I have left free is the suite. We're full. All of Marbella is full, there's a cardiologists' convention.
Can you check with some hotel that recommends us?
If madam, right now.She disappeared from our sight and came back a little later to tell us that the closest thing she had found was in Málaga. We didn't have any other choice but to accept it. Karen had followed my instructions to the letter. We went up to leave our things before going out for dinner. The room was perfect for my purposes. A single bed, immense like a football field, and a balcony looking at the sea. Fernando didn't make even the slightest comment. We left, took a walk, ate a salted dorada, drank cold white wine and walked back to the hotel. On the way and with the excuse that I was feeling a bit tipsy, I leaned on Fernando's arm which made my tit inevitably lean against him. Once in the room, Fernando took the word: I don't know you, but I didn't bring anything to sleep.
I don't either. I still haven't slept, I'd take another glass of wine on the patio. If you agree, let's give ourselves a shower and stay in our bathrobes. While I'm taking a shower, can you ask for a bottle of Barbadillo?Without waiting for his response, I went to the bathroom, took a shower, and came out wrapped in a bathrobe. With care, I left my clothes on a chair so that Fernando would see that I had taken everything off, except for my thong.
I looked at my companion before entering the bathroom and got the impression that he had developed a lump in his pants.
On the patio, a glass of wine was waiting for me.
While Fernando was showering, I filled two glasses with wine, poured them into the planter, and served myself the third. When Fernando arrived, the bottle was half empty.
We sat down together on the patio, and we spent some time chatting, both knowing the game we were playing between us.Sweetheart (I had decided to call them all generically so I wouldn't get mixed up with the names) I'm starting to feel sleepy and I think I've had too much to drink.The room was dark, the only light coming in through the balcony. I took off my bathrobe and could see Fernando out of the corner of my eye, not missing a detail, so I got into bed on my stomach with my arms under my head. The position would give me the opportunity to see Fernando naked before he got under the sheets.
He didn't take more than a second to follow me. He closed the balcony curtains, making the darkness almost total, came over to the bed, took off his bathrobe, and got under the sheets. It was just a flash, but I had time to see that my bedmate had his little soldier pointing at the ceiling.
Each of us occupied one end of the bed, and from that moment on we didn't exchange a word. We both pretended to be asleep, we were both awake, and we both knew the other was pretending to be asleep while being awake. The problem was the vast distance between us. I thought it would have to be me who covered it, so with all slowness I began my approach. I turned over and waited for a few seconds.
At the second attempt, I hadn't even reached halfway across the bed, moving slowly as I went, noting that I kept bumping into a body.
Well, I thought, he's braver than I thought. And I decided to stay quiet and let it happen. I was lying on my back.
A few moments later, Fernando made a noise like he was dreaming and his arm ended up on top of me, with chance having his hand fall onto my bare breast. I stayed quiet as if I were asleep, but Fernando's hand on my breasts and especially knowing that I had gotten to him first put me hot like a slut. I noticed my crotch starting to get wet.
Since Fernando didn't perceive any reaction from me, he came up over me, his hand caressing my breasts as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I'm sure he noticed when my nipples got hard, so much so that he dedicated himself to pinching them. I was burning. While... With her other hand, she started to caress my ass. If I'm horny, it makes me want them to touch my tits; when they touch my ass, I lose control. I let her do it for a good while before sliding my hand between her legs and grabbing her cock. In absolute silence, Fernando went from caressing my ass to putting his hand directly on my tit. As soon as he felt it, I opened my thighs and did it boldly, so he'd know I was offering it to him. He dedicated his best moves to giving me pleasure in my armpits, and honestly, he did it well. I thought the moment had arrived, so I turned towards him, searched for his mouth, and ate it. After the kiss, with my lips a millimeter from his, I said:You've been teasing me all day and you're taking advantage of the fact that I'm half drunk.A silence fell and I thought it was going to cut off with what had been said, so I corrected it.But it drives me crazy that you make me horny and I'm eager for us to stop touching each other and have sex. What's the point of abusing me and violating me?Fernando seemed not to be listening to me, continued giving me finger in my clitoris the humidity with which he had found it gave him a good clue about what he had to do.Follow my love, follow caressing my pussy that has me very hot, follow my life that you're going to make me cum. Do you want me to cum before I fuck you?
If I want to feel like you're coming before you put it in.
Okay, keep going, keep going, just a little bit higher, keep going, my love, keep giving it to my pussy. And when I already started feeling waves of pleasure, like it's my duty.
Give give give, give to me I'm going to run, I run I run, I run all out, I come back, there's my love yeah I've run, I've run very tasty, now I want you to screw me.Fernando jumped over me and with a thrust he put everything I had, which wasn't little. I felt full, with my pussy still in maximum sensitivity.
Fernando had a peculiar way of fucking, instead of pulling his cock almost completely out to push it back in, he would pull it out only two or three inches, what made it different was the frequency, as he didn't delay even a second before putting it back in, I felt like I had a machine gun between my thighs.
He was taking me to heaven.Oh wow my love, how good you're screwing me and what pleasure you're giving me
Do you want my cum now? Or do you want me to keep going?
I want your cum in my life, I'm about to come again and if I feel your cum I'll come.And with a pleading voice I said:Fill my life, fill me with your cum that I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. Shake yourself in me, empty yourself. Fill the little one's toy box with your cum.My opponent accelerated his thrusts and I felt like not only the bed, the hotel, the earth was moving beneath my ass.I'll give you everything, I'll give you everything, take all my cum, take it all, I'm coming.
I'm coming too, don't stop, don't stop, I'll come to you, I want to feel your cock entering me.I didn't have time for more. I noticed the convulsions of Fernando's cock as he handed over his nectar and it produced an orgasm so intense that I thought I was going to faint. Finished with the powder, I asked him to bring me a small cup of wine, all I wanted was to talk to him. Already with the light on, I told him:You can't even imagine how unhappy I am, my husband has a mistress, not just an affair, a steady mistress for months now. My partner doesn't touch me and I need a lot of affection, a lot of love because I'm a very insecure woman about myself. This situation is killing me and I don't have anyone to trust, well, except you, I know you won't hurt me. And besides, you gave me an amazing fuck. I'm very needy, it's been over six months since I last had sex.
You can count on me for whatever you want, you know that your husband has never been the object of my devotion, he hit the jackpot when he met you. He's a scoundrel and I believe you when you say he has a mistress, he's the type of person who doesn't respect anything.
Will you take care of me? Will you protect me?
I'll do everything in my power so that no one hurts you.
I can't even imagine how happy it makes me to know I'm with you, now I'm going to sleep because you've left me a mess, you're a beast in bed. I never came so deliciously.It's always convenient to flatter the man who's screwing you and nothing makes them happier than knowing that the woman he was with had the best orgasm of her life, although I have to admit I just came really hard. The next morning, knowing that everything that happened the day before wasn't recorded (the room was dark), I proposed getting some images. I asked him to grab me in a doggy style and I got down on my hands and knees looking at the feet of the bed. Fernando screwed me from behind for the memory. I came like a slut feeling the cock pounding into me and came three times before it filled me up. I wanted to have the screw recorded, but that had nothing to do with the pleasure Fernando gave me. While he was showering, I realized that I didn't need exceptional lovers, what was truly exceptional was me, who gets off just having a cock inside me and coming half a dozen times. We completed our visits and returned to Madrid in an empty AVE train, sitting in the same seat, I had changed into a skirt for the occasion, we were giving each other soap from Málaga to Madrid. That's if, we were extremely cautious. We were alone in the car and as soon as a door opened, we would compose ourselves. Only once did we break the rule and it was me who did it. I spread a blanket over Fernando's legs, got under it, and gave him a blow job. I loved feeling the semen avalanche in my mouth. The blanket was an emergency solution in case someone came in. We were lucky, from when I put his cock in my mouth to when I swallowed his gift no one bothered us. When I finished my mischief, I asked: You were crazy about fucking me, tell the truth.
I've been crazy about screwing you for 20 years and I thought I'd never get it.
The same thing has happened to me, I lied to him. We have lost a lot of time.
But we can recover it. I want to be with you again.
Do you want to say that you want us to go back and have sex?
If I want to screw you again
I too but we must be very discreet, if ours is known it will be the ruin of both.
I'm a tomb, but promise me we're going to repeat.
With the pleasure you've given me, you can be sure that I'm going to fuck you many times. Next time I'll give you my ass. Do you want to grab my ass?
Don't even tell me, I get sick, of course I want your booty, my love.
Promise the bum always gives very good results and since I don't have any problem giving it, most of the time I don't lie.One time at my house, happy about how things had gone, I turned on my computer to see what had happened during my absence. I hadn't started watching anything when my phone rang, it was Jorge, my brother-in-law.I'm crazy about seeing you again, plus you owe me a giftFoxy like I thought alone if I couldn't be recording the conversation so I answered with evasions.If brother-in-law, don't worry, I'll call you as soon as I've received what I ordered for you. A kiss.And I hung up. My response was cold but the one who Jorge called me put me hot, my head came to the pleasure of having been with my brother-in-law. I proposed repeating it, but when it suited me, I had to fuck before with several candidates on my list.
Returning to the recording, I expected to find what always happened, I was no longer interested in anything they did, my objective was to have them recorded for when the time came to use that material.
Something later than usual, the door opened and the couple entered, following the routine, they went to the sofa. She, as always, stayed naked (I noticed something strange but wouldn't know what), I expected her to do the usual blowjob but on this occasion, once she was naked, she sat down next to my husband who had also taken off his clothes.
I was left frozen, it wasn't Ana, the woman in a thong next to my husband, it was Paquita, his secretary. I realized my mistake, Paquita is a 40-year-old woman with an enormous body, monumental ass, gigantic tits, no matter where you look at her, she's pretty-faced. One detail caught my attention, Paquita shouldn't know about fashion because she looked like a shag between her legs, a industrial-sized fur that I'm sure my husband would love because he was petting it.
They did what they had come to do and it seemed to me that my husband was putting more effort into his secretary than his mistress.
After the sex, things got interesting, Patricia and my husband started talking and I could learn things that neither of them would have confessed even under torture.
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