After what happened with Joaquín the truth went into depression, I don't know if it was because of guilt or because I felt incomplete.
My husband would always arrive late at home and generally worked on Saturdays, our shared evenings were very few and my sex life with him had never been anything sensational, but from his absences it became almost non-existent.
I didn't realize I started feeling depressed, sad and irritable. I was talking very little and had even lost the patience I used to have with my kids.
I realized I should put a change into practice without delay, at first I thought about getting another job, I believed it wouldn't be hard for me to re-enter the labor market, but what happened with Gerardo, my last boss, and how things ended badly with the company made me reflect on not doing so.
My husband didn't morally support me, I stayed home brooding over my bad luck and since I was depressed the first setbacks were enough to make me give up on the attempt.
I started getting along badly with all my family because they treated me like a neurotic and I began to isolate myself from them as well.
When my daughter told me she wanted to study painting I looked for a good teacher, who actually turned out to be a professor, who kept me updated on the little girl's progress.
It was a man of around 40 years old, who in his drawing and painting workshop gave free rein to his vocation as a teacher on afternoons, his name was Jonathan.
As I got to know him better, he seemed more likable to me, I thought he was a person with whom I could have real affinities, also I realized that he was paying me special attention.
In an initial stage I didn't give it importance, although I can't help but confess that it made me feel good, he had turned out to be understanding and made me feel valued.
Several months passed, when one afternoon I took my daughter and a strong storm broke out, it was raining torrentially and I thought it prudent to stay until it let up a bit, because it was dangerous to drive in such rain.
He invited me to attend the class, after she finished, the other moms went to pick up their kids and I stayed chatting with Jonathan, the professor, as I always liked painting.
My daughter was drawing and painting on her table meanwhile.
Jonathan invited me with a coffee and before we knew it, the minutes started running!
We talked about everything a little and he asked me why I had never tried to do something about it, he told me that starting some kind of artistic study would do me good, since he noticed I was sad.
I must have given him a weird face because he took my hand and apologized for his words, adding at the same time that, however, one would have to be very blind to notice I was going through a bad moment.
A lump formed in my throat, I couldn't keep talking. That night I concluded that he was the first person to realize, seemingly without effort, what was happening to me.
I was there for a week to decide what I would take from his advice and take an evening painting course, which was the time when he taught adults.
I told my husband about it, who didn't really like the idea that much, but I didn't give it importance.
I was going to classes one day different from my daughter's, we were only four students.
I discovered I had talent for doing what I had started, I liked it and little by little managed to climb out of the pit into which I was falling a bit more every day.
Jonathan was especially nice to me, I was the last one to leave class and when we were alone, we would talk about everything. We became friends and I don't know how it happened, but one day, as I was leaving, he gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I blushed as if I were an adolescent, he smiled and squeezed my right hand tightly and since I'm accustomed to seduction and fondling, that left me bewildered.
At that week's class of goodbye it repeated itself, but this time I didn't blush and returned the kiss and he hugged me.
I handed it back to him, locked the door with a key and so, well tightened, he took me to the sofa, we kissed on the lips with incredible passion.
I desire you a lot!
K: And I to you!
J: Sorry if I'm forcing you to do something you don't want!
I desire it like you have no idea!
He ran his hands over my breasts and then slid them down my hips, I lowered my hands to the zipper of his pants and although it wasn't the first time I had behaved this way with a man, that day I felt reborn.
Everything was born from within me and I had to show him what I really felt, otherwise our relationship would completely lack sense.
Slowly, with a sensual enveloping, Jonathan and I undressed and moved to the small bedroom on the top floor of the workshop.
We got undressed and Jonathan took care of kissing and licking every corner of my body.
J: What a sculptural body, uh!
K: Ugh! How delicious!
He made me feel wonderfully beautiful, dear, respected and desired, I showed him the affection he had awakened in me with kisses and caresses first and then taking his penis with my hands!
When he had it hard and erect, I inserted it between my lips and licked and sucked it greedily!
J: Ah!!! So tasty, um!
K: This rich one, do you like her?
J: Ahh! It's better than I dreamed it!
He was devouring his penis as if it were a starving one, his hands grasping my head and his agitated breathing urging me to devour it with all my passion.
After she settled between my legs and licked my vagina, her tongue gave me an enormous pleasure, it wasn't rough, in fact, it was the most passionate oral I'd ever had!
K: Uh, this is delicious!
I was dreaming of devouring you, uh, what a smell and what a taste!
I had completely abandoned myself to him, his fingers were now palpating, he was pressing my clitoris with delicacy and then putting it in his mouth to suck it with great ferocity!
K: Ahh!! Don't stop!! Ah!
J: Ahh! That's it! End it, finish it!
I couldn't resist anymore and I choked in a trembling orgasm, he was twisting me around his mouth sucking all my fluids out of me.
I got undressed and we started having sex in a missionary position, Jonathan was kissing me, caressing everything he could, I moaned, his thick penis had me in heaven!
At that moment nothing mattered anymore, I felt like reborn, I had regained my confidence and own love while we were in the yummy spoon position! He was whispering to my ear;
I: What a delicious body, I've never really been into anyone like you before!
K: I love you!! Make me yours, baby!
He lay down and I rode him with smoothness, never before had it been so smooth on top, he was caressing me beautifully, my body would stiffen every time his hands touched me!
J: You're the best, um!
K: Do you like affection?
You have a luxurious body and you move so tasty, uhm!
I needed this!
I got down on all fours and her hands massaged my butt with softness, her tongue tracing every inch of my glutes, I was super hot and asked her to get in already!
When he mounted me and started penetrating me with his thick member having a small head, I wrapped my legs around his waist and we moved at the same rhythm.
I was squeezing my hips with force, he would bend down to kiss my back, I was moving too to get myself in deeper!
J: Ah, that's tasty, more, matured!
K: Ah, that's so tasty, give it to me! That's so tasty!
It was a slow orgasm, perfect, like few times in my life I reached the orgasm with such softness!
When Jonathan finished, I was still floating on a wonderful cloud of pleasure and abandonment.
We shared a coffee, I washed myself, got dressed and went back home, as I had expected my husband hadn't arrived yet.
When he came back, I was already asleep, happy, so satisfied that I didn't even wake up when he got into bed.
My mood has improved noticeably, my relationship with Jonathan is starting to form and he's the only one I can say I had a relationship with!
All those nights, his caresses and attention had me crazy for him, but everything that starts has an end.
Kali<3
My husband would always arrive late at home and generally worked on Saturdays, our shared evenings were very few and my sex life with him had never been anything sensational, but from his absences it became almost non-existent.
I didn't realize I started feeling depressed, sad and irritable. I was talking very little and had even lost the patience I used to have with my kids.
I realized I should put a change into practice without delay, at first I thought about getting another job, I believed it wouldn't be hard for me to re-enter the labor market, but what happened with Gerardo, my last boss, and how things ended badly with the company made me reflect on not doing so.
My husband didn't morally support me, I stayed home brooding over my bad luck and since I was depressed the first setbacks were enough to make me give up on the attempt.
I started getting along badly with all my family because they treated me like a neurotic and I began to isolate myself from them as well.
When my daughter told me she wanted to study painting I looked for a good teacher, who actually turned out to be a professor, who kept me updated on the little girl's progress.
It was a man of around 40 years old, who in his drawing and painting workshop gave free rein to his vocation as a teacher on afternoons, his name was Jonathan.
As I got to know him better, he seemed more likable to me, I thought he was a person with whom I could have real affinities, also I realized that he was paying me special attention.
In an initial stage I didn't give it importance, although I can't help but confess that it made me feel good, he had turned out to be understanding and made me feel valued.
Several months passed, when one afternoon I took my daughter and a strong storm broke out, it was raining torrentially and I thought it prudent to stay until it let up a bit, because it was dangerous to drive in such rain.
He invited me to attend the class, after she finished, the other moms went to pick up their kids and I stayed chatting with Jonathan, the professor, as I always liked painting.
My daughter was drawing and painting on her table meanwhile.
Jonathan invited me with a coffee and before we knew it, the minutes started running!
We talked about everything a little and he asked me why I had never tried to do something about it, he told me that starting some kind of artistic study would do me good, since he noticed I was sad.
I must have given him a weird face because he took my hand and apologized for his words, adding at the same time that, however, one would have to be very blind to notice I was going through a bad moment.
A lump formed in my throat, I couldn't keep talking. That night I concluded that he was the first person to realize, seemingly without effort, what was happening to me.
I was there for a week to decide what I would take from his advice and take an evening painting course, which was the time when he taught adults.
I told my husband about it, who didn't really like the idea that much, but I didn't give it importance.
I was going to classes one day different from my daughter's, we were only four students.
I discovered I had talent for doing what I had started, I liked it and little by little managed to climb out of the pit into which I was falling a bit more every day.
Jonathan was especially nice to me, I was the last one to leave class and when we were alone, we would talk about everything. We became friends and I don't know how it happened, but one day, as I was leaving, he gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I blushed as if I were an adolescent, he smiled and squeezed my right hand tightly and since I'm accustomed to seduction and fondling, that left me bewildered.
At that week's class of goodbye it repeated itself, but this time I didn't blush and returned the kiss and he hugged me.
I handed it back to him, locked the door with a key and so, well tightened, he took me to the sofa, we kissed on the lips with incredible passion.
I desire you a lot!
K: And I to you!
J: Sorry if I'm forcing you to do something you don't want!
I desire it like you have no idea!
He ran his hands over my breasts and then slid them down my hips, I lowered my hands to the zipper of his pants and although it wasn't the first time I had behaved this way with a man, that day I felt reborn.
Everything was born from within me and I had to show him what I really felt, otherwise our relationship would completely lack sense.
Slowly, with a sensual enveloping, Jonathan and I undressed and moved to the small bedroom on the top floor of the workshop.
We got undressed and Jonathan took care of kissing and licking every corner of my body.
J: What a sculptural body, uh!
K: Ugh! How delicious!
He made me feel wonderfully beautiful, dear, respected and desired, I showed him the affection he had awakened in me with kisses and caresses first and then taking his penis with my hands!
When he had it hard and erect, I inserted it between my lips and licked and sucked it greedily!
J: Ah!!! So tasty, um!
K: This rich one, do you like her?
J: Ahh! It's better than I dreamed it!
He was devouring his penis as if it were a starving one, his hands grasping my head and his agitated breathing urging me to devour it with all my passion.
After she settled between my legs and licked my vagina, her tongue gave me an enormous pleasure, it wasn't rough, in fact, it was the most passionate oral I'd ever had!
K: Uh, this is delicious!
I was dreaming of devouring you, uh, what a smell and what a taste!
I had completely abandoned myself to him, his fingers were now palpating, he was pressing my clitoris with delicacy and then putting it in his mouth to suck it with great ferocity!
K: Ahh!! Don't stop!! Ah!
J: Ahh! That's it! End it, finish it!
I couldn't resist anymore and I choked in a trembling orgasm, he was twisting me around his mouth sucking all my fluids out of me.
I got undressed and we started having sex in a missionary position, Jonathan was kissing me, caressing everything he could, I moaned, his thick penis had me in heaven!
At that moment nothing mattered anymore, I felt like reborn, I had regained my confidence and own love while we were in the yummy spoon position! He was whispering to my ear;
I: What a delicious body, I've never really been into anyone like you before!
K: I love you!! Make me yours, baby!
He lay down and I rode him with smoothness, never before had it been so smooth on top, he was caressing me beautifully, my body would stiffen every time his hands touched me!
J: You're the best, um!
K: Do you like affection?
You have a luxurious body and you move so tasty, uhm!
I needed this!
I got down on all fours and her hands massaged my butt with softness, her tongue tracing every inch of my glutes, I was super hot and asked her to get in already!
When he mounted me and started penetrating me with his thick member having a small head, I wrapped my legs around his waist and we moved at the same rhythm.
I was squeezing my hips with force, he would bend down to kiss my back, I was moving too to get myself in deeper!
J: Ah, that's tasty, more, matured!
K: Ah, that's so tasty, give it to me! That's so tasty!
It was a slow orgasm, perfect, like few times in my life I reached the orgasm with such softness!
When Jonathan finished, I was still floating on a wonderful cloud of pleasure and abandonment.
We shared a coffee, I washed myself, got dressed and went back home, as I had expected my husband hadn't arrived yet.
When he came back, I was already asleep, happy, so satisfied that I didn't even wake up when he got into bed.
My mood has improved noticeably, my relationship with Jonathan is starting to form and he's the only one I can say I had a relationship with!
All those nights, his caresses and attention had me crazy for him, but everything that starts has an end.
Kali<3
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