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Next postEverything that goes out comes back. And for Thursday of that week, I was the one bombarding Sarah's chat to apologize.
Apparently, karma is delicious for women, since she didn't respond until well into Friday, and Marisol, on her part, smiled at me with certain malice, seeing me so afflicted.
S: You don't have to worry. It's fine. You're interesting.
And later, she sent me the complicit glance emoji.
That night, we had a lot of fun making love with my wife. Happy to have earned Sarah and Marisol's forgiveness, in front of the idea of doing things with our neighbor the next day.
During Saturday morning, I repeated the routine from last time, with the difference that I warned my neighbors that now Sarah was helping me with the shopping, so as to avoid rumors if we're seen together.
And by afternoon, 10 till 5, I was in the parking lot.
Sarah was already waiting for me, dressed in that formal outfit I'm used to: a white pantsuit; a black wool blouse up to the neck and a pastel-colored white jacket that matched her pants.
I couldn't help but smile warmly at her. Her response was even more interesting: starting with a certain surprise at seeing me, she turned into one of greater satisfaction upon contemplating my reaction.
We didn't talk too much. Mostly about what we've done in our work and I think we did it to alleviate the tension and nervousness we had.
But advancing down the main avenue, I spotted a pharmacy:
- Can you wait for a bit?· Of course.
- I need to buy condoms.
I smiled at seeing her lovely face redden with surprise.
In the store, however, nobody found it funny that I was buying things, considering most people were buying masks, liquid soap, and cough drops.
And when we arrived at the hotel, the administrator looked nervous around us. More so with me, due to my outburst on Wednesday, and even offered not to charge us, since we barely used the room.
But this time, things would be different, and we agreed that I would pay for just one night.
As I opened the door to our room (it's earned that title three times in a row), I told Sarah we wouldn't talk so much.
She showed relief and couldn't help but smile at seeing the bag of condoms.
I grabbed her waist and kissed her fiercely. I held onto her round butt and pulled her towards my penis, so she could see how I had it.
She looked at me in surprise, seeing that the delicacy from last time was gone. She even let out some capricious sighs as she felt me struggling with the buckle of her pants again.
I palpated the outline of her sex. It twisted, but didn't let go of my neck or lips.
Eventually, the pants gave way and I invaded with my hand. She let out another sensual exhalation. A sigh, with a sign of relief...
For my fingers, it wasn't surprising to find them wet. I pushed the fabric of her underwear, guessing what was inside, and she stopped kissing me. More moisture came to greet me, and I had some fun with the button that made her sigh when I pressed it.
It was then that I considered the precise moment to get down on my knees. On purpose, I slid my face over her soft and plump breasts. I perceived their warmth and aroma, but knowing there would be time for them later.
I had a craving for something else...
I rested my face on her white underwear, stopping to deduce. We looked at each other, and she no longer opposed it, but accepted it.
I forced the white briefs downwards, by both ends of her belt, through the straps and with delicacy. Sarah felt the imminence of what was coming...
That pleasure I gave her for miserable minutes last time.
I started nibbling her sex and she contracted. She was standing in the small living room, like a statue, without even occurring to her to sit on the sofa.
Not that it precisely bothered me, clear, because I could rub her ass at my ease...
How many pleasures we have yet to discover!
But sometimes, their eyes would go to the package I bought, which remained on the coffee table.
I resumed then the labor I left pending last time. Her body contracted again when she felt it once more, my fingers pressing in her. I didn't neglect her clitoris, in the meantime, to make it more pleasant for her and at the same time, facilitate my task.
She tried to cover her mouth with her hands, but her sighs betrayed her.
And as a prank, or perhaps to surprise her, I pushed her body towards her stomach, unbalancing her and making her fall onto the sofa.
She looked at me without knowing what was happening, but when she noticed my smile, which assured her that everything was still going well, she let herself be done with.
I spent the next 15 minutes instigating, licking, and forcing, achieving my objective of inserting three fingers without much effort and Sarah was exhausted, with an incredible smile.
Then I took the bag and got out the box. Anyone who had seen it would have said it was an angel in a trance. I unbuckled my pants and pulled down my briefs.• It's... big...- she exclaimed, upon seeing it imposing in the moments when I put on the condom.
Our gazes met once more, with my penis at her entrance. It was the moment of truth and the only opportunity to retreat.
Although her lovely eyes looked nervous, she bit her lips and sighed complicatedly, occasionally looking at the penis that was about to penetrate her.
We saw each other again, making a gesture and surrendering.
I was surprised by her tightness. I could enter the glans lightly, but advance, it was something different.
Sarah let out sighs between surprise and pain, because really, it was difficult for both of us.· Slow down!... Slow down!
But it wasn't necessary for him to tell me that. I was reading his gestures to guide myself.
Eventually, the situation started to become more fluid and Sarah felt more pleasure. Her precious blue eyes looked surprised and yearning for a faster pace and where it would take us.
But for me, it was quite pleasant. For some reason, I started feeling a certain possession of Sarah, in the sense that her body enveloped my penis and I had to earn the advance.
And despite having her wavy breasts still under the blouse, I was actually more excited about touching her round and firm butt.
But eventually, with all my penis inside her, I found... “resistance”...
Sarah looked at me scared, not knowing what was happening. But by forcing that resistance, she showed a pleasure she had never felt before and started to let herself be carried away by it.
I was eager to penetrate her. Her butt was exquisite and for some reason, I believed that pushing deeper would leave me closer to her. It was a firm, soft, and delicious structure to the touch, in such a way that you tried to compete with it to see how much you could compress it.
Her breasts, of course, shook with each penetration under the blouse and reminded me that I had left them hanging.
It was at those moments that Sarah started to get overwhelmed by a great orgasm. I didn't want to miss it and positioned myself next to her face so I could kiss her.
Of course, she didn't lose the opportunity, nor did I, grabbing her breasts and weighing them on my hands.
The intense feeling of hers, similar to a wave, reached its climax and I took advantage of it to release my load.
I don't know what effect it had on her, but she seemed like a goddess of satisfaction: she closed her eyes in a tender and sensual combination with her lips and gently pushed me away, not to push me away from her, but to let herself be enveloped by that feeling. And for about 1-2 minutes, she remained silent and looking... to the side, leaving me completely amazed.· Sorry! she replied, after opening her eyes and starting to smile. - This has never happened to me before! - I... never saw a woman behave like that...- I confessed. And once again, that space of shame, which you don't dare look at the person you're with, occurred again. And despite managing to dominate my mind and trying to be able to look at her, I couldn't do anything about my smile. Finally, she managed to find the strength and looked back at me.· I have to tell you something... - she reached to say, before lowering her gaze, with her cheeks slightly flushed. - I lied!... I haven't been with a man in several years...
- How many is that? - I asked, not so much out of morbid curiosity, but out of genuine interest.
She hesitated more to reveal it...· What... twenty? he asked, studying my expression with fear.
My reaction inside him was completely involuntary.
Hadn't I been with anyone else besides Gavin?· You must understand me.- She signaled, majestically towering over him.- It was already difficult for me to study law and I didn't think I would earn my title or job by begging... (she said with pride, referring to Gavin's offer)... I asked my parents for help to raise Brenda and after 4 years, I brought her to live with me... but then, I dedicated myself to my work... I thought that falling in love was a waste of time and...
- A distraction from your focus.- I interrupted her words.
She remained stunned, but somehow, she intuited that we had something in common.
I explained that during my university years, I also thought like that. In my case, I had suffered so many unrequited loves that combined with my inability to interpret women's gazes, made me lose enthusiasm and focus solely on my studies.
Certainly, I understood what she was referring to, because the brief love affairs I had, filled my head with birds and reinforced my concept of not falling in love, since my subjects were also complicated for me...
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When I told that to my Nightingale, she saddened.
It's already difficult for her to imagine that I share something special with another woman, because I think that just like other people who enjoy their partners' infidelities, there is always the fear that they will fall in love with someone else.
But in my case, I don't think it's like that.
To be able to end up being like this with Marisol, I had to fight a lot, both professionally and academically, as well as saving money.
And I can't let that effort go to waste.
Besides, despite her constant belittling, I still believe she is my perfect partner, since we share the same interests and she doesn't judge me because I see cartoons with my daughters or if it's worth buying a console to play a game. Marisol is one of those women who... she sits with her bowl of cereals to watch it with us or helps me organize my ideas and priorities on why yes or no makes sense.
But this particular topic affected my wife, as when she got to know me at the end of my university career, she thought I was distracted, when in reality, it gave a greater sweetness to my life...
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But I told Sarah that working and studying isn't everything.
That way, you don't realize what's happening around you and also miss out on many things that bring joy to life.
The countless afternoons Marisol sat beside me to chat and make me laugh; her timely hugs when no one else was there for me to confess my defeats and her optimistic promises that everything would be fine; those cold and cloudy winter afternoons where we shared headphones so she could show me the songs she liked.
Sarah realized I was smiling, not precisely because of her.
- Do you want to know why I'm unfaithful, right?
I explained how much I love Marisol. How we fell in love and everything else.
But I also confessed that losing my virginity with a woman like her and doing it at 28 years old, while my future wife was approaching 17, made my wife an addiction for me.
I didn't want to disappoint her as a lover and every time, I tried to hold on more than she did until she came. I didn't realize when my holding on increased so much (in reality, I didn't mention the period I called six by eight), but by then, I could come three times in a row and still be anxious for more.
And I explained that Marisol is a good woman.
That she lets herself be touched and made love to whenever I want. But we were reaching a point where I realized she was doing it more to satisfy me than because she desired it herself.
And that's why, for disperse that excess energy, I was looking for lovers, to share a little better with my wife.
I don't know how credible it seemed to her. But at least it made sense to me, given that I spent a year without looking for another lover elsewhere.
As expected, the conversation had killed the mood and there were still an hour and a half left to enjoy.
I took out my limp penis from her, since the condom bothered me and wouldn't last for a second occasion.
On her part, she showed some disappointment when pulling out my appendage. As mentioned, it had been years since it hadn't been filled that way and her cold body had gotten used to the new visitor.
But she didn't fail to be surprised when seeing me take out the used condom and put another one in its place.· Go big...- she exclaimed, although she was at 3/4. In this opportunity, I sat down on the armchair, while Sarah's attention focused on the mystery of my groin. - I want you to ride me, please.- I asked.-I would love to see the shape of your breasts. That comment made her blush again...· You're warned... they're not as pretty as your wife's.- he signaled, with his hands at the base of his blouse.- They're not... so firm... and well, they hang. I laughed a bit, confused by his attitude. But are they great, right? I've always thought so... Once again, he blushed and I cut off his words.· Yes, I am,- she replied, not precisely with pride, but rather with difficulty.- But don't think... that they're like the ones on models... or something like that...
Well... I'd love to see them.
And returning to blush and closing her lips like a pucker, she started lifting up her blouse.
Two imposing breasts covered under a white bra emerged, reminding me of massive destruction weapons from Japanese animation series.
Sarah was enjoying studying my reaction.· What is it...? Do you like them? asked uncertainly, but reaffirming my existence with my admiration.
Me encantan! I replied, startled. I can't believe you're still single!
She smiled again with sweetness and let her hair down, looking at me very intrigued.
Her breasts were pale, with a small and round pink nipple and although they hung a bit low, the truth is that they didn't stop being appetizing.· And well?- he asked, lightly squeezing them when he moved his shoulders forward.
I couldn't hold back anymore and I lunged at the left breast to savor it.
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I was explaining to Marisol that the texture was much softer than hers, to the point where I could bury my face in them and feel how the fabric distributed over my face, unlike those of my spouse, which still maintain that defiant rigidity, a product of their youth.
But I hoped that when she reached that same age, they would be as warm as Sarah's or my mother-in-law's, exciting Marisol a little more.
**********************************************************************************************************· No! Wait! she begged, seeing the game slipping away from her hands.
But the truth was that I didn't want to let them go. Thinking those lovely breasts hadn't been attended to for more than 20 years filled me with greed and all I thought about in those moments was biting them, marking them, and making them mine.
I think it was at that point that she let her body fall. At first, of course, she resisted being bitten and licked so shamelessly. But soon, her complaints turned into delicious little moans and the resistance she was putting up gave way completely.
Neither she nor I realized when we started moving our hips. She was holding my face gently, telling me not to bite her, but I, insolent, kissed her wildly to make her change her mind.· No, please! No, please! It hurts!
However, the way she expressed it seemed like no one had ever treated her that way before and that slight complaint was only fear of an unknown feeling.
Once again, she emphasized her firm and exquisite rear end to help with penetration.
Come on! Let me eat them! It's not as if you have a husband who could find out! I insisted, in a moment of lucidity.
That made her come in a sublime way, but still, she kept moving smoothly.
I continued at mine, squeezing that rear end I also wanted to conquer, and soon she started complaining again.· Wait, please! Wait, please! No! Noooo! Stop! Ahhhh!
Sarah's first orgasm from stimulating her breasts was a delicious experience. She could feel her body contracting and sucking, releasing more and more fluids.
Grateful, she kept kissing me nonstop and rode me with greater confidence. She pressed her breasts against my chest and her tongue went wild savoring my mouth.
And once again, when the tip started stimulating the matrix, she threw her body back, enjoying that exquisite sensation.
For my part, I clung to her ass practically, as if it were mine, because I'm more sure than some weeks from now, I can convince her to do what I want.
I waited for her to enter another orgasm before cum. She remained limp and inert on my body, with a bit of sweat.
It was the only moment when I let go of her ass and hugged her around the waist, feeling her lovely breasts agglutinating around my pectorals and the rhythm of her breathing, already much slower, as she hugged me and rested her face on my shoulder.
The hour had passed and we had to leave. We looked at each other with desire for more, but deep down, both knew that that more would become a whole night of pleasure.
I took off the condom and convinced her to get into the shower, where we could play a bit more.
Sarah, with greater confidence, didn't stop calling attention to how excited I still was, and every now and then, she'd squeeze me to check my rigidity.
But what was torture for me was seeing her wrap herself in the towel.
Because I explained to Marisol how hot the idea of doing it without protection was (which, of course, also turned on my wife...) and that probably, given what we had done and especially what she did while we were showering, she wouldn't complain...
But then my mind annihilated that idea: What if there's a pregnancy? If it happened like it did with my wife, the first time I... I put it in with the neighbor without protection, did I get her pregnant without wanting to? (Something that delivered an incredible stench to Marisol while we were making love...) When I left the hotel, apart from being silent, I was completely disheveled. But somehow, on the way, I managed to ask. - Do you think we could do it without a condom next time?Next post
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