Hello friends, I'm sharing a story I found some time ago.Even though I'm married, my ex-boyfriend made me into a total slutHello, I apologize if I don't have much style but this is my first story and everything was due to the insistence of a friend. Except for some small details that were changed to avoid problems, everything else is 100% real.
My name is Eugenia, I'm from Rosario (Argentina), I'm 32 years old, almost 33, and I've been married for six years with Mariano. He's a bit older, he's 38 years old, and he works as an administrative manager in a construction company. Due to his work, even though he normally stays at the office in Rosario, he often has to travel for two or three days to different places throughout the country (sometimes even abroad) where the company or its subsidiaries are working on projects.
I've known Mariano since adolescence because he's the brother of a friend, and I hadn't noticed him at first out of respect for my friend and because he seemed well with his girlfriend at the time (in fact, they were almost engaged). Over time, he broke up with his girlfriend, I was already in college, and we would see each other quite often outside of my friend's house, and that's how our relationship started. We started dating about eight years ago and got married six years ago. We have a five-year-old daughter.
In general, my marriage has been good, but now I realize you can't agree on everything.
Between my husband's work and taking care of my daughter, my life turned gray every day. In terms of sex, the routine ate us up and we lost the excitement.
I confess that since always I was, let's say, very hot; but today I realize I have a lot to learn.
About a month ago, while my husband was away on a trip, I went shopping in the center and by chance, while walking down Peatonal Córdoba, I ran into an ex-boyfriend who I hadn't seen in years. He was the most important person in my life after my husband, and sex with him wasn't spectacular; quite monotonous, I'd say.
In short, we We found each other, said hello and took a coffee together; his name is Augusto. He told me he had moved to Corrientes but was in Rosario for a few days due to work, waiting for them to give him a replacement part to take back with him, as he explained. I also learned that he was already married, so we talked a bit about our marriages and mostly remembered old times and common friends. Now it's clear to me that an ex-boyfriend never stops finding an ex-girlfriend exciting. Augusto started telling me how beautiful I looked, how well taken care of I seemed since we hadn't seen each other before, and, well, with the confidence of a relationship from several years ago, I let him keep going in that tone. I assumed that being alone on a work trip also helped him behave so uninhibited. 'If your wife saw you' I thought. Things got hotter until he reminded me that what he liked most about me were my breasts and my Booty. If I had let him say those things, it was to be expected that he would keep going down the same line. I wondered if being married had given her more experience and it surprised me how uninhibited he was because that wasn't his quality when we were dating. Two hours passed, it got late and we agreed to have lunch together the next day, taking advantage of the fact that he would be in Rosario for a few more days. Although I inexplicably felt a tingle of anxiety, I also thought about keeping things formal and considered that since it was just lunch and not dinner, it wouldn't go beyond flirting, maybe some kissing remembering old times and nothing more. I went back home with a blender full of nerves and the difference I had noticed in Augusto. The next day I couldn't help but show off a discreet but also suggestive neckline and a short skirt to show my legs. I attended the date and he was already waiting for me at the restaurant table. When I arrived, he stopped and before even greeting me said that I looked 'muuuuuuuy' good and... It's difficult to converse with such distraction. I couldn't help but laugh and flirt with him coquettishly, and then I sat down. I felt like a girl being flirted with for the first time.
He asked about my daughter and I told him the truth, that she would be with her grandparents that day.
The conversation was very different, normal, almost really like two old friends meeting, but with the difference that every time he could, he would tell me how much he was distracted by my cleavage, that it gave him hunger and things like that.
He spoke to me in a joking tone about the envy his husband gave him and scolded himself for losing time inviting me to the movies or dinner when we were dating. Of course I told him he had the opportunity and now shouldn't complain... things like that, although those kinds of comments put me a little hot.
When we finished lunch, he offered to take me home and I accepted, although leaving it clear that I wouldn't invite him in. We left and when I got into his truck, as he opened the door and helped me up, without saying anything else, he said wow, you have such a great butt!.
He had never spoken to me like that before, never used those words, always treating me with so much respect, even when we shared a bed.
I don't know what I felt, but when I heard that, it sent shivers down my entire back and the truth is that it really turned me on. Almost instinctively, I lifted my Booty higher and told him you have bad memory then.
We drove in his truck, making comments about my body. I told him I exercised and boasted that I no longer had any belly fat. Still turned on by his comments, I took his hand while he was driving and put it on my stomach to show him the results of my daily routines. He let himself be but didn't stop at feeling my stomach; instead, he moved his hand as if wanting to touch everything he could.
Suddenly he told me I also exercised and it's not for nothing but I look good; Really?, I asked, and saying yes, look, he took my hand and put it exactly on his penis pressing against me to make me not remove my hand from there.
I understood what I had gotten myself into and kept admiring his boldness, which I didn't know before.
Already without having to ask, I left my hand and felt his penis until it was no longer necessary for him to stop me. He was touching and squeezing it while looking at the people on the street as if nothing was happening, as if he was challenging someone to see me there, married, in my ex's truck, fondling him and wanting his cock indescribably. I myself didn't know who I was anymore, I felt like another person, my animal side was dominating me. We advanced for a few minutes while I caressed his penis and suddenly, out of the silence, Augusto only said: it shows that you're starting to like cocks more.
I insist, he had never spoken to me like that before, never used those words. Far from embarrassing me, his comment made my skin prickle and made me take that cock with more force; I only managed to say I don't know, but this one is great.
Without saying anything, he took my hand away and, still driving, lowered the zipper of his pants and left it open.
I simply stayed frozen, not remembering it but it seemed rich; even without coming out of the surprise, I felt Augusto's hand behind my head, pushing me towards his penis while saying don't leave with a hard-on, eat it. Without thinking, I put it all in my mouth, it was already very hard but I wanted to literally eat it all.
While I was so entertained he didn't stop telling me that I had become a total slut and his comments made me excited, making me play with my tongue on his penis, suck it and try to eat more of it.
Suddenly I felt like we were stopping, I had no idea where, but I didn't stop eating it, he simply stretched out his arm and started touching my booty saying let me see how your slut's ass got. I lifted my booty and let him do it.
I'll review if anyone lost track, it would be around 2 or 3 in the afternoon, in Rosario, in April. Full of people everywhere. I knew we wouldn't be very far away, but It didn't matter to me. There I was, arrodillada in my ex's truck, giving him a terrible blow job and letting him touch all of my ass in broad daylight, which would surely be seen through the window.
After some soft caresses above my clothes, like to appreciate what would come next, he started pulling my underwear down until it was all the way around my waist, and began to pass his fingers very smoothly over the line of my thong, which, by the way, was black, quite small, made of cotton in the back and lace in front, leaving my mons pubis completely depilated.
He ran his four fingers along the top to bottom, from my clitoris to the top of my Booty, and then went back down, all over my panties. When he passed his fingers over my vagina and anus, I felt electric shocks, and more when I remembered we were in his truck, parked who knows where. I pushed my Booty back as if trying to insert his fingers and he realized that and said: What do you want, slut? Do you want me to fill them up?
I nodded with my head and looked at him without taking his penis out of my mouth. I was already lost and too excited to deny it, but he said: Come on, ask for it, what is it that you want, slut?
I understood that this was the reaction he expected and I dared to respond: 'Let me get fingered.'
I thought he would do it then, so I went back to attending him with my mouth; I always liked giving oral sex and one of my boyfriends once told me I was pretty good at it. But no, he didn't do that, instead he just pulled down my thong and put his hand on my Booty while starting again.
'Keep sucking,' he said as he started again. 'If I had known you liked it like this, I would have made you a slut sooner.' responded 'Do you care more that they see your ass or that I keep sucking you off through the mouth?' It was like being with a complete stranger; Augusto had always liked me, but sex had never been a highlight with him. When we were together, many times (almost never) it was me who took the initiative and I would have never imagined him so uninhibited, so vulgarly hot. That combined with the sexual monotony I lived in my marriage transformed me from that day on and I felt so hot being Augusto's slut that I couldn't stop myself. We arrived at a hotel going out to Santa Fe. Surprised by how much he had endured without finishing despite having done a very good job with his mouth and hands, he made me get up and asked 'How long has it been since you got a good screw, Euge?' I was speechless, didn't know what to say and he whispered in my ear 'Don't tell me the idiot of your husband doesn't fill your cock holes!'; I didn't answer and he told us we would go to the hotel bar first to get something. I was super surprised at what I had been doing; while he paid for the room and asked about the hotel bar, I almost said stop and take me home. He didn't give me time when he grabbed my waist and took me by a corridor to the bar; walking he kept touching my Booty shamelessly without caring that two guys passing by couldn't help but look at me because of how Augusto was touching me. I was red, though I wouldn't know how much was from embarrassment and how much from the heat I had at that moment. Already in a calmer tone he asked if my husband didn't screw me well, told me he had noticed how wet I got when he was touching me in the car. I had to tell him that sex wasn't the best part of my marriage and he responded that I was all a slut, that I had never '... seen so hot and imagined I was living a full sexual life by the way he reacted. When I told him no, he asked if then my heat was because I had started sucking it and for the dedeada that he gave me... I had no other choice but to confess that yes. We sat down and he asked for a wine; he always knew that alcohol made an effect on me very quickly. He didn't keep distance, sat down and put his hand behind me and started to lower the zipper of my skirt trying to get his fingers in where he could while exploring my mouth with his tongue, because this was far from the kisses we used to give each other as lovers. I wondered are you hot? and it wasn't necessary for me to respond; instinctively I lifted my Booty a little and he quickly interpreted the response. I'm also hot –he would say- touch my cock. I thought we were in the hotel bar, visible to everyone although there weren't many people, but the word cock from his lips and the exciting moment didn't let me refuse... I started caressing it. His free hand took hold of my neckline and slowly went over my corset until his fingers brushed against my nipple. His fingers trying to get in behind me, other fingers rubbing my nipple and his tongue entering all of my mouth was finished when he told me in my ear what yummy tits you have; I only managed to say to serve you. He pulled his hand out of my skirt and called the waiter, immediately I told him it looked like everything; he responded you keep going like that, good slut, at the same time as he returned his hand to my Booty and tried to get inside my pants. Almost had an orgasm in that moment. I saw myself married, in a hotel bar with my ex-boyfriend, with one finger almost in my anus, with my hand wanting to pull out his penis and with his hand on my breast that I didn't notice when the waiter arrived. Augusto pressed my hand with his legs while talking to the waiter... It was like it was the most normal thing in the world to touch your girlfriend's breast while ordering something to eat. Of course, the waiter's face was obvious; his eyes almost burst out of his head when he saw my right breast practically uncovered and Augusto's finger rubbing it; I was already in another world and didn't even care. But what came next was tremendous. Augusto ordered and when the waiter left, he asked him to hurry... 'we don't want to be late and have the husband of the lady return home'. I felt like a slut. Without caring about anything, Augusto had already put me in that role. I didn't know the waiter, but now he knew I was married and the guy with me, who was practically showing my breast, wasn't my husband! I suppose Augusto saw my face because he calmly told me to relax, that after all, the waiter already knew we were there because I was going to get screwed and imagine how hot the waiter must have gotten looking at me... 'look at this skinny guy, he doesn't even know you and his cock must have stopped working when he saw you, while your husband's a jerk who doesn't screw you like you like', he said. And it was true. A complete stranger had lost his desire just from seeing my breast. I felt capable of attracting any man and my only reaction was to squeeze Augusto's cock harder. He realized I had gotten very hot and told me that when the waiter returned, I should make it easy for him; he said this while still putting his left hand inside my skirt behind me and already the tip of his finger was pressing against my anus, taking advantage of the heat I had been carrying around. The waiter returned and Augusto pulled his hand out of my breast, leaving most of it and almost up to my nipple exposed. I adjusted a bit, nervous, but still gave him a very good view. I couldn't help but notice the enormous bulge in the kid and that made me hotter, especially since I wasn't stopping from rubbing Augusto's cock. I felt harder than ever before.
The waiter left and told me Did you see the eagerness that guy had to get you? I looked at him with a serious gaze, as if from fever, and replied Like the eagerness I have for you to get me. Never in my life had I felt so but so slut. Sitting in a hotel bar with my ex, in broad daylight, putting my hand inside my underwear and getting it on, was unreal! His finger was already inside my anus and I had started moving without realizing it. Augusto told me What do you want, Euge? I want you to tell me what you want, while his finger made circles inside my... Let him put his cock in my ass, was the only thing I could say, in a hotel bar.
Sometimes my husband would touch my anus when he put his fingers there, but we had only had anal sex one or two times in all the time we'd been together, although it gave me a lot of excitement to do so.
The new Augusto that I reconnected with by chance, had made me feel like the hottest slut in the world in just hours, had made me do things I only imagined (or that never occurred to me) and had done things that I never thought anyone would do to me, let alone him.
I finished my wine glass and he told me Let's get your ass. The treatment, language, and things we did were totally unknown to me, but as the minutes passed, I was discovering that my sexual frenzy depended a lot on company, and it was obvious that this new facet of my ex was much hotter than my husband. We headed to the room area, our room was on the second floor; we entered the elevator and barely closed the door Augusto turned me around, put his hand under my skirt and did what he wanted with my pussy which was already more than wet. I was waiting for him to do it.
The trip was short, but I couldn't resist anymore.
We got out of the elevator and walked down the hallway looking for room 208, already in... That instant didn't surprise me at all that Augusto would lift my skirt completely and make me walk the remaining meters with all my Booty naked in the air, and touching my ass under the thong, completely exposed and ready for anyone passing by to see. The excitement no longer let me think.
We found room 208 and before entering, he stopped suddenly and said I know you're not holding on… he took hold of my hair, pulled out his cock and pushing me towards him put it in my mouth in the hallway as if it were the most ordinary of whores.
There I was, with my skirt at my waist, all my ass exposed, leaning against the hallway of a hotel during siesta, sucking and licking Augusto's cock like a madwoman, not caring how easy it would be for someone to come out of a room or arrive in the hallway and find me blowing my ex. I felt his veins, the head of his cock super hot in my mouth. Augusto has a regular to large cock, I can take it with both hands and it's somewhat thick. It was incredible that he would eat it all and rub his testicles with the tip of my tongue.
He took hold of my head with both hands and literally started sucking me through my mouth, it wasn't me who was sucking him, but rather he who was putting it in and taking it out.
I would have sworn I was about to cum, but then he pulled it out, opened the door and we entered. Of course, this isn't the end of my infidelity story. That was the start, the moment when Augusto made me a slut, his slut.
We entered the room and he literally grabbed me again... inside the room, the experience was even more exciting.
After those days in Rosario, I didn't see him again, but we still have some phone contact. We still talk and every time we can, he makes me into a complete slut at a distance. The beneficiary is also my husband, with whom I satisfy the desires that Augusto makes me join. I never cheated on my husband again. As I hadn't been before this experience either, but I'm not in the slightest doubt that if I were to run into Augusto again, there's absolutely no possibility of him not letting me get it from him. A kiss. Euge.
My name is Eugenia, I'm from Rosario (Argentina), I'm 32 years old, almost 33, and I've been married for six years with Mariano. He's a bit older, he's 38 years old, and he works as an administrative manager in a construction company. Due to his work, even though he normally stays at the office in Rosario, he often has to travel for two or three days to different places throughout the country (sometimes even abroad) where the company or its subsidiaries are working on projects.
I've known Mariano since adolescence because he's the brother of a friend, and I hadn't noticed him at first out of respect for my friend and because he seemed well with his girlfriend at the time (in fact, they were almost engaged). Over time, he broke up with his girlfriend, I was already in college, and we would see each other quite often outside of my friend's house, and that's how our relationship started. We started dating about eight years ago and got married six years ago. We have a five-year-old daughter.
In general, my marriage has been good, but now I realize you can't agree on everything.
Between my husband's work and taking care of my daughter, my life turned gray every day. In terms of sex, the routine ate us up and we lost the excitement.
I confess that since always I was, let's say, very hot; but today I realize I have a lot to learn.
About a month ago, while my husband was away on a trip, I went shopping in the center and by chance, while walking down Peatonal Córdoba, I ran into an ex-boyfriend who I hadn't seen in years. He was the most important person in my life after my husband, and sex with him wasn't spectacular; quite monotonous, I'd say.
In short, we We found each other, said hello and took a coffee together; his name is Augusto. He told me he had moved to Corrientes but was in Rosario for a few days due to work, waiting for them to give him a replacement part to take back with him, as he explained. I also learned that he was already married, so we talked a bit about our marriages and mostly remembered old times and common friends. Now it's clear to me that an ex-boyfriend never stops finding an ex-girlfriend exciting. Augusto started telling me how beautiful I looked, how well taken care of I seemed since we hadn't seen each other before, and, well, with the confidence of a relationship from several years ago, I let him keep going in that tone. I assumed that being alone on a work trip also helped him behave so uninhibited. 'If your wife saw you' I thought. Things got hotter until he reminded me that what he liked most about me were my breasts and my Booty. If I had let him say those things, it was to be expected that he would keep going down the same line. I wondered if being married had given her more experience and it surprised me how uninhibited he was because that wasn't his quality when we were dating. Two hours passed, it got late and we agreed to have lunch together the next day, taking advantage of the fact that he would be in Rosario for a few more days. Although I inexplicably felt a tingle of anxiety, I also thought about keeping things formal and considered that since it was just lunch and not dinner, it wouldn't go beyond flirting, maybe some kissing remembering old times and nothing more. I went back home with a blender full of nerves and the difference I had noticed in Augusto. The next day I couldn't help but show off a discreet but also suggestive neckline and a short skirt to show my legs. I attended the date and he was already waiting for me at the restaurant table. When I arrived, he stopped and before even greeting me said that I looked 'muuuuuuuy' good and... It's difficult to converse with such distraction. I couldn't help but laugh and flirt with him coquettishly, and then I sat down. I felt like a girl being flirted with for the first time.
He asked about my daughter and I told him the truth, that she would be with her grandparents that day.
The conversation was very different, normal, almost really like two old friends meeting, but with the difference that every time he could, he would tell me how much he was distracted by my cleavage, that it gave him hunger and things like that.
He spoke to me in a joking tone about the envy his husband gave him and scolded himself for losing time inviting me to the movies or dinner when we were dating. Of course I told him he had the opportunity and now shouldn't complain... things like that, although those kinds of comments put me a little hot.
When we finished lunch, he offered to take me home and I accepted, although leaving it clear that I wouldn't invite him in. We left and when I got into his truck, as he opened the door and helped me up, without saying anything else, he said wow, you have such a great butt!.
He had never spoken to me like that before, never used those words, always treating me with so much respect, even when we shared a bed.
I don't know what I felt, but when I heard that, it sent shivers down my entire back and the truth is that it really turned me on. Almost instinctively, I lifted my Booty higher and told him you have bad memory then.
We drove in his truck, making comments about my body. I told him I exercised and boasted that I no longer had any belly fat. Still turned on by his comments, I took his hand while he was driving and put it on my stomach to show him the results of my daily routines. He let himself be but didn't stop at feeling my stomach; instead, he moved his hand as if wanting to touch everything he could.
Suddenly he told me I also exercised and it's not for nothing but I look good; Really?, I asked, and saying yes, look, he took my hand and put it exactly on his penis pressing against me to make me not remove my hand from there.
I understood what I had gotten myself into and kept admiring his boldness, which I didn't know before.
Already without having to ask, I left my hand and felt his penis until it was no longer necessary for him to stop me. He was touching and squeezing it while looking at the people on the street as if nothing was happening, as if he was challenging someone to see me there, married, in my ex's truck, fondling him and wanting his cock indescribably. I myself didn't know who I was anymore, I felt like another person, my animal side was dominating me. We advanced for a few minutes while I caressed his penis and suddenly, out of the silence, Augusto only said: it shows that you're starting to like cocks more.
I insist, he had never spoken to me like that before, never used those words. Far from embarrassing me, his comment made my skin prickle and made me take that cock with more force; I only managed to say I don't know, but this one is great.
Without saying anything, he took my hand away and, still driving, lowered the zipper of his pants and left it open.
I simply stayed frozen, not remembering it but it seemed rich; even without coming out of the surprise, I felt Augusto's hand behind my head, pushing me towards his penis while saying don't leave with a hard-on, eat it. Without thinking, I put it all in my mouth, it was already very hard but I wanted to literally eat it all.
While I was so entertained he didn't stop telling me that I had become a total slut and his comments made me excited, making me play with my tongue on his penis, suck it and try to eat more of it.
Suddenly I felt like we were stopping, I had no idea where, but I didn't stop eating it, he simply stretched out his arm and started touching my booty saying let me see how your slut's ass got. I lifted my booty and let him do it.
I'll review if anyone lost track, it would be around 2 or 3 in the afternoon, in Rosario, in April. Full of people everywhere. I knew we wouldn't be very far away, but It didn't matter to me. There I was, arrodillada in my ex's truck, giving him a terrible blow job and letting him touch all of my ass in broad daylight, which would surely be seen through the window.
After some soft caresses above my clothes, like to appreciate what would come next, he started pulling my underwear down until it was all the way around my waist, and began to pass his fingers very smoothly over the line of my thong, which, by the way, was black, quite small, made of cotton in the back and lace in front, leaving my mons pubis completely depilated.
He ran his four fingers along the top to bottom, from my clitoris to the top of my Booty, and then went back down, all over my panties. When he passed his fingers over my vagina and anus, I felt electric shocks, and more when I remembered we were in his truck, parked who knows where. I pushed my Booty back as if trying to insert his fingers and he realized that and said: What do you want, slut? Do you want me to fill them up?
I nodded with my head and looked at him without taking his penis out of my mouth. I was already lost and too excited to deny it, but he said: Come on, ask for it, what is it that you want, slut?
I understood that this was the reaction he expected and I dared to respond: 'Let me get fingered.'
I thought he would do it then, so I went back to attending him with my mouth; I always liked giving oral sex and one of my boyfriends once told me I was pretty good at it. But no, he didn't do that, instead he just pulled down my thong and put his hand on my Booty while starting again.
'Keep sucking,' he said as he started again. 'If I had known you liked it like this, I would have made you a slut sooner.' responded 'Do you care more that they see your ass or that I keep sucking you off through the mouth?' It was like being with a complete stranger; Augusto had always liked me, but sex had never been a highlight with him. When we were together, many times (almost never) it was me who took the initiative and I would have never imagined him so uninhibited, so vulgarly hot. That combined with the sexual monotony I lived in my marriage transformed me from that day on and I felt so hot being Augusto's slut that I couldn't stop myself. We arrived at a hotel going out to Santa Fe. Surprised by how much he had endured without finishing despite having done a very good job with his mouth and hands, he made me get up and asked 'How long has it been since you got a good screw, Euge?' I was speechless, didn't know what to say and he whispered in my ear 'Don't tell me the idiot of your husband doesn't fill your cock holes!'; I didn't answer and he told us we would go to the hotel bar first to get something. I was super surprised at what I had been doing; while he paid for the room and asked about the hotel bar, I almost said stop and take me home. He didn't give me time when he grabbed my waist and took me by a corridor to the bar; walking he kept touching my Booty shamelessly without caring that two guys passing by couldn't help but look at me because of how Augusto was touching me. I was red, though I wouldn't know how much was from embarrassment and how much from the heat I had at that moment. Already in a calmer tone he asked if my husband didn't screw me well, told me he had noticed how wet I got when he was touching me in the car. I had to tell him that sex wasn't the best part of my marriage and he responded that I was all a slut, that I had never '... seen so hot and imagined I was living a full sexual life by the way he reacted. When I told him no, he asked if then my heat was because I had started sucking it and for the dedeada that he gave me... I had no other choice but to confess that yes. We sat down and he asked for a wine; he always knew that alcohol made an effect on me very quickly. He didn't keep distance, sat down and put his hand behind me and started to lower the zipper of my skirt trying to get his fingers in where he could while exploring my mouth with his tongue, because this was far from the kisses we used to give each other as lovers. I wondered are you hot? and it wasn't necessary for me to respond; instinctively I lifted my Booty a little and he quickly interpreted the response. I'm also hot –he would say- touch my cock. I thought we were in the hotel bar, visible to everyone although there weren't many people, but the word cock from his lips and the exciting moment didn't let me refuse... I started caressing it. His free hand took hold of my neckline and slowly went over my corset until his fingers brushed against my nipple. His fingers trying to get in behind me, other fingers rubbing my nipple and his tongue entering all of my mouth was finished when he told me in my ear what yummy tits you have; I only managed to say to serve you. He pulled his hand out of my skirt and called the waiter, immediately I told him it looked like everything; he responded you keep going like that, good slut, at the same time as he returned his hand to my Booty and tried to get inside my pants. Almost had an orgasm in that moment. I saw myself married, in a hotel bar with my ex-boyfriend, with one finger almost in my anus, with my hand wanting to pull out his penis and with his hand on my breast that I didn't notice when the waiter arrived. Augusto pressed my hand with his legs while talking to the waiter... It was like it was the most normal thing in the world to touch your girlfriend's breast while ordering something to eat. Of course, the waiter's face was obvious; his eyes almost burst out of his head when he saw my right breast practically uncovered and Augusto's finger rubbing it; I was already in another world and didn't even care. But what came next was tremendous. Augusto ordered and when the waiter left, he asked him to hurry... 'we don't want to be late and have the husband of the lady return home'. I felt like a slut. Without caring about anything, Augusto had already put me in that role. I didn't know the waiter, but now he knew I was married and the guy with me, who was practically showing my breast, wasn't my husband! I suppose Augusto saw my face because he calmly told me to relax, that after all, the waiter already knew we were there because I was going to get screwed and imagine how hot the waiter must have gotten looking at me... 'look at this skinny guy, he doesn't even know you and his cock must have stopped working when he saw you, while your husband's a jerk who doesn't screw you like you like', he said. And it was true. A complete stranger had lost his desire just from seeing my breast. I felt capable of attracting any man and my only reaction was to squeeze Augusto's cock harder. He realized I had gotten very hot and told me that when the waiter returned, I should make it easy for him; he said this while still putting his left hand inside my skirt behind me and already the tip of his finger was pressing against my anus, taking advantage of the heat I had been carrying around. The waiter returned and Augusto pulled his hand out of my breast, leaving most of it and almost up to my nipple exposed. I adjusted a bit, nervous, but still gave him a very good view. I couldn't help but notice the enormous bulge in the kid and that made me hotter, especially since I wasn't stopping from rubbing Augusto's cock. I felt harder than ever before.
The waiter left and told me Did you see the eagerness that guy had to get you? I looked at him with a serious gaze, as if from fever, and replied Like the eagerness I have for you to get me. Never in my life had I felt so but so slut. Sitting in a hotel bar with my ex, in broad daylight, putting my hand inside my underwear and getting it on, was unreal! His finger was already inside my anus and I had started moving without realizing it. Augusto told me What do you want, Euge? I want you to tell me what you want, while his finger made circles inside my... Let him put his cock in my ass, was the only thing I could say, in a hotel bar.
Sometimes my husband would touch my anus when he put his fingers there, but we had only had anal sex one or two times in all the time we'd been together, although it gave me a lot of excitement to do so.
The new Augusto that I reconnected with by chance, had made me feel like the hottest slut in the world in just hours, had made me do things I only imagined (or that never occurred to me) and had done things that I never thought anyone would do to me, let alone him.
I finished my wine glass and he told me Let's get your ass. The treatment, language, and things we did were totally unknown to me, but as the minutes passed, I was discovering that my sexual frenzy depended a lot on company, and it was obvious that this new facet of my ex was much hotter than my husband. We headed to the room area, our room was on the second floor; we entered the elevator and barely closed the door Augusto turned me around, put his hand under my skirt and did what he wanted with my pussy which was already more than wet. I was waiting for him to do it.
The trip was short, but I couldn't resist anymore.
We got out of the elevator and walked down the hallway looking for room 208, already in... That instant didn't surprise me at all that Augusto would lift my skirt completely and make me walk the remaining meters with all my Booty naked in the air, and touching my ass under the thong, completely exposed and ready for anyone passing by to see. The excitement no longer let me think.
We found room 208 and before entering, he stopped suddenly and said I know you're not holding on… he took hold of my hair, pulled out his cock and pushing me towards him put it in my mouth in the hallway as if it were the most ordinary of whores.
There I was, with my skirt at my waist, all my ass exposed, leaning against the hallway of a hotel during siesta, sucking and licking Augusto's cock like a madwoman, not caring how easy it would be for someone to come out of a room or arrive in the hallway and find me blowing my ex. I felt his veins, the head of his cock super hot in my mouth. Augusto has a regular to large cock, I can take it with both hands and it's somewhat thick. It was incredible that he would eat it all and rub his testicles with the tip of my tongue.
He took hold of my head with both hands and literally started sucking me through my mouth, it wasn't me who was sucking him, but rather he who was putting it in and taking it out.
I would have sworn I was about to cum, but then he pulled it out, opened the door and we entered. Of course, this isn't the end of my infidelity story. That was the start, the moment when Augusto made me a slut, his slut.
We entered the room and he literally grabbed me again... inside the room, the experience was even more exciting.
After those days in Rosario, I didn't see him again, but we still have some phone contact. We still talk and every time we can, he makes me into a complete slut at a distance. The beneficiary is also my husband, with whom I satisfy the desires that Augusto makes me join. I never cheated on my husband again. As I hadn't been before this experience either, but I'm not in the slightest doubt that if I were to run into Augusto again, there's absolutely no possibility of him not letting me get it from him. A kiss. Euge.
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