I want to get to know Paula... The storm was calming down. My wife's cries and tears that had filled the room just minutes before were giving way to silence, that despondent silence of deep sadness.
Ten years of marriage in which I had absolute fidelity from my part, and I firmly believe it was the same for her. Ten years in which the libido of the early times gave way to the harmonious peace of sweet routine, where the predictability of home was a refuge for love, although it imprisoned desire. Ten years in which diets and gym from the beginning by both had given way to neglect of our figures. The certainty of being loved made us lazy.
Ten years until that afternoon when Paula crossed my path.
Paula was a typical rebellious teenager, with 18 just completed began faculty where I started teaching for the first time. Both inexperienced, adrenaline of the new shook something in me. I could be her father. Her defiant manners and almost pornographic way of dressing for a law school annoyed me. Her disinterest in my classes irritated me, constantly calling attention to her until one day she answered so badly that I couldn't contain myself, I yelled at her in class, threw her out, she left crying, I felt guilty, went to talk to her, we argued. At the exit, she asked me to take her to the center, I felt guilty for making her cry and agreed. On the way, she left behind her mask of tears and became a slut, got off while I was driving, tried to stop her, she said 'Do you know what happens with all the old guys like you? You must have a wife who doesn't pay attention to you well, and then come a girl like me and warm up' I told her to shut up, I didn't know anything about my life, but neither did I try to stop the car nor try to brake, the polarized windows preserved my image in
Middle of a highway filled with cars. He sucked me off masterfully, when I was about to cum he let go of his cock and took off his sweater, showing enormous tits and an athletic body. He looked at me with a defiant slut-like face, demanding Take me to a hotel now and make up. I headed towards the hotel.
When we were entering, he said I know your wife. I froze, almost shivering, but he grabbed my cock with his hand while saying Relax, she doesn't recognize me, I saw them once when they went shopping together at a business where I worked in the summer, that's why I've been hot for you and when I saw you were my prof I thought I was lucky. His words didn't calm me down, but he started gently scratching my chest and nibbling on my nipples while saying Relax, don't be stupid, today you're going to try a girl's ass, how long has it been since you've done that to a girl? I fell into his trap. I threw her onto the bed, pulled out my beast in her, slapped her ass until it was red and marked with fingers, telling her she was a bad slut, a girl who would make me re-culinary for being a daughter of a slut. It excited her, she got wetter and screamed louder every time. I spat on the asshole and with just a little saliva I went in without a condom, wanting it to hurt, wanting her to suffer as a slut, I rode her hard and contained my anger. I made her shit her ass. She came out smiling.
We kept having sex for two weeks until one day I saw her squeezing and fondling with a boy of her age in the faculty corridors, a handsome guy with a rugby player's build, I felt like I was in a bad state. From then on I was cold towards her, didn't respond to her calls, treated her badly until one day she appeared at my house, almost making me fall over, lucky my wife was working. She said What's wrong with you? What bug bit you? I told her to go with her boyfriend, he would probably screw her better than me. She burst out laughing and said Ah, what a fool you are, don't say that Say you have Martin's jealousy! I looked at her in silence But what a jerk! What did you think only you would screw me? She laughed in my face, I felt impotence, I wanted to slap her for being impertinent The one with a crappy sex life is you, you should thank me for appearing in your life, I don't need you, the one who does good here is me I couldn't take the tantrum and started yelling at her But what do you think girl slut, who are you to talk to me like that? She responded The one who put their finger up my ass last time we screwed, or have you already forgotten? It was true, in the last screw I came on the bed and she came over, passed me soap and warm water, cleaned out the little hole of my ass, then started licking it slowly, added more soap and put her finger in, I didn't resist, I loved what she was doing. She sat on top of mine and said Look at how promiscuous you are, I'm a woman screwing a macho She put it in me violently while jerking off with the other hand and I rubbed against the mattress until we both finished. But now she was rubbing it in my face And what does that have to do with anything? I said. You're a jerk, you make yourself frigid and you're a depraved sex addict, even I feel sorry for that poor cutie who's your wife, if only she knew the ejaculations she's missing because of your sexual repression I didn't respond, just got thoughtful, it was true that with my wife I didn't feel desire, we screwed at most once a month and always mechanically, but this girl turned me on. I remembered that in the first years my wife also used to be like that, and that turned me on. Then she settled down, put on her role as a wife, and libido went out. She said Look old man, I'm going to keep screwing with kids and girls of my age like I've been doing, besides I love screwing with you, but if you get all worked up you'll lose this ass, happy friends and friends, more ass for them and them I looked at her without understanding Friends and friends decide? She looked at me with Pero what do you think I'm going to limit myself to only having sex with guys? Do you really think that's mediocre of me? Obviously I, who didn't consider myself old at 36, was from another generation next to that woman of 18. The comment stirred up my libido, my cock got hard as a rock. She realized it and started laughing Ah, you're a tremendous masturbator, I told you I like to wear some rings sometimes and just thinking about it makes your cock so hard! I didn't know what to say. She walked towards the kitchen, making me nervous, my wife wouldn't be back for two more hours but still made me nervous. The girl leaned over the breakfast bar, pulling her ass out with a mini jean skirt that looked like a vine rather than a dress Want to cum in me for a bit? I tried to put on a serious face This is my house, my wife might come back She insisted Just for a bit, I want to leave with your cock between my legs I resisted and she got angry. She looked at a photo of me and my wife on the wall from our last vacation. She said loudly without looking at me Is that the lady? I didn't respond, she kept talking Look, in a bikini she looks much better, her tits are very good, she must do great things I remained silent She's a bit worn out but if you give me six months of diet and gym I'll return her looking like a goddess, much better than any girl The comment heated me up but I didn't respond. Finally she finished Give in, let me suck your wife's tits while you break my ass, and if you want I'll bring a toy and we can do double penetration, that slut needs to be taken care of by two for all the years of neglect I tried to put on a serious face again You're out of it, my wife doesn't get turned on by those things She looked at me with disdain You're an important guy, you have such little knowledge of cuties, I'm sure I got more action when I was 18 women that you to your 36 Continued attacking my pride I know the cute party girls just by looking at their face in a photo, your wife is hot and if we don't make a trio, I'll seduce her and take her myself The comment infuriated me, although it actually heated up the idea too much and I exploded in fury to avoid assuming it, I threw her out You've crossed all limits, this ends here, get out of my house. She reclined her booty again on the breakfast table Screw me one last time and don't bother me anymore. From the anger I had, I burst like a wild animal, got on top of her, filled her neck with kisses, hit her in the ass, tits, face, said the most unimaginable dirty things, and ended up a liter of cum in the deepest part of her butt. She looked satisfied and said Well, I'm leaving, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me. Can I go to the bathroom first? Yes, of course.
The girl left and my wife returned, routine greetings, left the supermarket bags, face of ass for no idea what was going on at work, and went into the bathroom. That's when the disaster struck.
I felt her screams Son of a slut, come explain this to me, what is this, what a mess is this, the slut who gave birth to you, trash I didn't understand anything, went in there, and she was lying on the floor, filled with cum and fluids, Paula's pants were left behind as a souvenir, still full of semen and fresh fluids, with a penetrating sex smell.
The discussion lasted until 3 am, we didn't eat, plates were broken, divorce threats, suitcases half-packed, until in a moment when she was trying to hit me on the chest I hugged her and pulled her close. As if she didn't understand the gravity of the situation, feeling her body against mine made my cock hard as rock. My wife felt it
Ah, you're still hot garbage! You don't even listen! well that stupid one I called out Look, you idiot, tell the horn to get informed, how old is she, what cabaret did you take her from? I kept silent. She looked at me with hatred Tell me or I'll leave right now and won't see you again, do you understand? I'm not joking, you're going to tell me everything Timidly I started telling her, she demanded details, I tried to omit them so as not to hurt her, but she stopped me in my tracks Look, you idiot, here's the only son of a slut, that's you, I'm the horn who just found out about your affairs, so at least don't be stingy with details do you understand? I obeyed, telling her step by step, her eyes sparkled, she started touching herself over her pants ¿was she getting turned on? I kept talking, she got up and started jacking off openly Keep talking, son of a slut, keep it up or I'll stop! I was using the word: pussy, squirting fluids, hadn't seen her like that in years. I tried to climb on top of her, but she pushed me away Don't you understand? You're not going to get me, you don't deserve to get me, I'm going to jack off listening to you and nothing more, now keep talking or grab your bag and leave Anticipating the obvious heat that my wife was producing from my extramarital escapades, I got to what happened that afternoon. She interrupted me to say But what an old fool you've become! So you thought that kind of slut wouldn't get back at you? Come on, cuck, suck this horn's pussy, at least we're even in that I went down and started licking her pussy, while continuing to tell the story, and when I got to what Paula said about wanting a trio with both of us or else she'd take it herself, she erupted into an impressive orgasm, I think it had been at least 7 or 8 years since I'd seen her like that. She was all red. She looked at me and said And where the hell did you get the idea that my horn wouldn't be interested in taking the slut who took my husband? Behind us were left the screams, tears, and also the heat and orgasm of my wife. She looked at me and said But I want to take her myself first, I want her to get worn out in sex with a woman, and then we'll see if that slut is capable of making me leave you alone, but with me present or at least with my permission I was smiling incredulously. She told me with a voice between sweetness and firmness It doesn't matter if it's 3 am, send her an invitation to dinner tomorrow already, and by the time that dinner starts, you'll be gone in five minutes with any excuse, did you understand? Write to her already before I regret it. I want to meet Paula
Ten years of marriage in which I had absolute fidelity from my part, and I firmly believe it was the same for her. Ten years in which the libido of the early times gave way to the harmonious peace of sweet routine, where the predictability of home was a refuge for love, although it imprisoned desire. Ten years in which diets and gym from the beginning by both had given way to neglect of our figures. The certainty of being loved made us lazy.
Ten years until that afternoon when Paula crossed my path.
Paula was a typical rebellious teenager, with 18 just completed began faculty where I started teaching for the first time. Both inexperienced, adrenaline of the new shook something in me. I could be her father. Her defiant manners and almost pornographic way of dressing for a law school annoyed me. Her disinterest in my classes irritated me, constantly calling attention to her until one day she answered so badly that I couldn't contain myself, I yelled at her in class, threw her out, she left crying, I felt guilty, went to talk to her, we argued. At the exit, she asked me to take her to the center, I felt guilty for making her cry and agreed. On the way, she left behind her mask of tears and became a slut, got off while I was driving, tried to stop her, she said 'Do you know what happens with all the old guys like you? You must have a wife who doesn't pay attention to you well, and then come a girl like me and warm up' I told her to shut up, I didn't know anything about my life, but neither did I try to stop the car nor try to brake, the polarized windows preserved my image in
Middle of a highway filled with cars. He sucked me off masterfully, when I was about to cum he let go of his cock and took off his sweater, showing enormous tits and an athletic body. He looked at me with a defiant slut-like face, demanding Take me to a hotel now and make up. I headed towards the hotel.
When we were entering, he said I know your wife. I froze, almost shivering, but he grabbed my cock with his hand while saying Relax, she doesn't recognize me, I saw them once when they went shopping together at a business where I worked in the summer, that's why I've been hot for you and when I saw you were my prof I thought I was lucky. His words didn't calm me down, but he started gently scratching my chest and nibbling on my nipples while saying Relax, don't be stupid, today you're going to try a girl's ass, how long has it been since you've done that to a girl? I fell into his trap. I threw her onto the bed, pulled out my beast in her, slapped her ass until it was red and marked with fingers, telling her she was a bad slut, a girl who would make me re-culinary for being a daughter of a slut. It excited her, she got wetter and screamed louder every time. I spat on the asshole and with just a little saliva I went in without a condom, wanting it to hurt, wanting her to suffer as a slut, I rode her hard and contained my anger. I made her shit her ass. She came out smiling.
We kept having sex for two weeks until one day I saw her squeezing and fondling with a boy of her age in the faculty corridors, a handsome guy with a rugby player's build, I felt like I was in a bad state. From then on I was cold towards her, didn't respond to her calls, treated her badly until one day she appeared at my house, almost making me fall over, lucky my wife was working. She said What's wrong with you? What bug bit you? I told her to go with her boyfriend, he would probably screw her better than me. She burst out laughing and said Ah, what a fool you are, don't say that Say you have Martin's jealousy! I looked at her in silence But what a jerk! What did you think only you would screw me? She laughed in my face, I felt impotence, I wanted to slap her for being impertinent The one with a crappy sex life is you, you should thank me for appearing in your life, I don't need you, the one who does good here is me I couldn't take the tantrum and started yelling at her But what do you think girl slut, who are you to talk to me like that? She responded The one who put their finger up my ass last time we screwed, or have you already forgotten? It was true, in the last screw I came on the bed and she came over, passed me soap and warm water, cleaned out the little hole of my ass, then started licking it slowly, added more soap and put her finger in, I didn't resist, I loved what she was doing. She sat on top of mine and said Look at how promiscuous you are, I'm a woman screwing a macho She put it in me violently while jerking off with the other hand and I rubbed against the mattress until we both finished. But now she was rubbing it in my face And what does that have to do with anything? I said. You're a jerk, you make yourself frigid and you're a depraved sex addict, even I feel sorry for that poor cutie who's your wife, if only she knew the ejaculations she's missing because of your sexual repression I didn't respond, just got thoughtful, it was true that with my wife I didn't feel desire, we screwed at most once a month and always mechanically, but this girl turned me on. I remembered that in the first years my wife also used to be like that, and that turned me on. Then she settled down, put on her role as a wife, and libido went out. She said Look old man, I'm going to keep screwing with kids and girls of my age like I've been doing, besides I love screwing with you, but if you get all worked up you'll lose this ass, happy friends and friends, more ass for them and them I looked at her without understanding Friends and friends decide? She looked at me with Pero what do you think I'm going to limit myself to only having sex with guys? Do you really think that's mediocre of me? Obviously I, who didn't consider myself old at 36, was from another generation next to that woman of 18. The comment stirred up my libido, my cock got hard as a rock. She realized it and started laughing Ah, you're a tremendous masturbator, I told you I like to wear some rings sometimes and just thinking about it makes your cock so hard! I didn't know what to say. She walked towards the kitchen, making me nervous, my wife wouldn't be back for two more hours but still made me nervous. The girl leaned over the breakfast bar, pulling her ass out with a mini jean skirt that looked like a vine rather than a dress Want to cum in me for a bit? I tried to put on a serious face This is my house, my wife might come back She insisted Just for a bit, I want to leave with your cock between my legs I resisted and she got angry. She looked at a photo of me and my wife on the wall from our last vacation. She said loudly without looking at me Is that the lady? I didn't respond, she kept talking Look, in a bikini she looks much better, her tits are very good, she must do great things I remained silent She's a bit worn out but if you give me six months of diet and gym I'll return her looking like a goddess, much better than any girl The comment heated me up but I didn't respond. Finally she finished Give in, let me suck your wife's tits while you break my ass, and if you want I'll bring a toy and we can do double penetration, that slut needs to be taken care of by two for all the years of neglect I tried to put on a serious face again You're out of it, my wife doesn't get turned on by those things She looked at me with disdain You're an important guy, you have such little knowledge of cuties, I'm sure I got more action when I was 18 women that you to your 36 Continued attacking my pride I know the cute party girls just by looking at their face in a photo, your wife is hot and if we don't make a trio, I'll seduce her and take her myself The comment infuriated me, although it actually heated up the idea too much and I exploded in fury to avoid assuming it, I threw her out You've crossed all limits, this ends here, get out of my house. She reclined her booty again on the breakfast table Screw me one last time and don't bother me anymore. From the anger I had, I burst like a wild animal, got on top of her, filled her neck with kisses, hit her in the ass, tits, face, said the most unimaginable dirty things, and ended up a liter of cum in the deepest part of her butt. She looked satisfied and said Well, I'm leaving, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me. Can I go to the bathroom first? Yes, of course.
The girl left and my wife returned, routine greetings, left the supermarket bags, face of ass for no idea what was going on at work, and went into the bathroom. That's when the disaster struck.
I felt her screams Son of a slut, come explain this to me, what is this, what a mess is this, the slut who gave birth to you, trash I didn't understand anything, went in there, and she was lying on the floor, filled with cum and fluids, Paula's pants were left behind as a souvenir, still full of semen and fresh fluids, with a penetrating sex smell.
The discussion lasted until 3 am, we didn't eat, plates were broken, divorce threats, suitcases half-packed, until in a moment when she was trying to hit me on the chest I hugged her and pulled her close. As if she didn't understand the gravity of the situation, feeling her body against mine made my cock hard as rock. My wife felt it
Ah, you're still hot garbage! You don't even listen! well that stupid one I called out Look, you idiot, tell the horn to get informed, how old is she, what cabaret did you take her from? I kept silent. She looked at me with hatred Tell me or I'll leave right now and won't see you again, do you understand? I'm not joking, you're going to tell me everything Timidly I started telling her, she demanded details, I tried to omit them so as not to hurt her, but she stopped me in my tracks Look, you idiot, here's the only son of a slut, that's you, I'm the horn who just found out about your affairs, so at least don't be stingy with details do you understand? I obeyed, telling her step by step, her eyes sparkled, she started touching herself over her pants ¿was she getting turned on? I kept talking, she got up and started jacking off openly Keep talking, son of a slut, keep it up or I'll stop! I was using the word: pussy, squirting fluids, hadn't seen her like that in years. I tried to climb on top of her, but she pushed me away Don't you understand? You're not going to get me, you don't deserve to get me, I'm going to jack off listening to you and nothing more, now keep talking or grab your bag and leave Anticipating the obvious heat that my wife was producing from my extramarital escapades, I got to what happened that afternoon. She interrupted me to say But what an old fool you've become! So you thought that kind of slut wouldn't get back at you? Come on, cuck, suck this horn's pussy, at least we're even in that I went down and started licking her pussy, while continuing to tell the story, and when I got to what Paula said about wanting a trio with both of us or else she'd take it herself, she erupted into an impressive orgasm, I think it had been at least 7 or 8 years since I'd seen her like that. She was all red. She looked at me and said And where the hell did you get the idea that my horn wouldn't be interested in taking the slut who took my husband? Behind us were left the screams, tears, and also the heat and orgasm of my wife. She looked at me and said But I want to take her myself first, I want her to get worn out in sex with a woman, and then we'll see if that slut is capable of making me leave you alone, but with me present or at least with my permission I was smiling incredulously. She told me with a voice between sweetness and firmness It doesn't matter if it's 3 am, send her an invitation to dinner tomorrow already, and by the time that dinner starts, you'll be gone in five minutes with any excuse, did you understand? Write to her already before I regret it. I want to meet Paula
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