Olivia: Zorreando en un Pub

Already it's over, I said quietly into the phone from the bathroom.
Have you screwed him yet? my husband asked.
Yes, I replied briefly, drawing a smile on my lips that only he could imagine.
Not yet. He's in our bed. Now the bull is sleeping like a slutty. It's very cute this way, naked and sleepy! I explain to my husband.
Olivia, you're such a slut, he indicates excitedly.
And you're such a cuck, dear, I reply smiling, knowing that he was probably touching himself.
How did it go?
It went great, but now I have little time, I'll tell you when he leaves and comes home, I say slowly.
I knew my husband, I knew that the longer I made him wait, the more excited he would get. I'm a good wife and I like to make him enjoy it, I thought mischievously laughing.
Olivia, give me something, he begs.
I'll leave you. I have to hang up. You know how much I love you, I say hurriedly.
I love that game with my husband, creating anxiety for him, giving him the details slowly, almost making him beg. Relating how they screwed me, how I felt, what we talked about, where they came... drawing that infidelity in small brushstrokes.
He gets very nervous, can't help it. His head begins to imagine and scheme at that moment, spinning around like a centrifuge. He starts asking himself all sorts of questions, and unable to avoid it, his hand ends up on his cock. I know he won't have slept much tonight, constantly waiting for the phone.
Sometimes my husband is present when I'm with another man. He likes to watch, other times it's my turn, he kisses me or even participates, forming a trio with me and our guest of the day. That's one of the moments I enjoy most.
Other times, like tonight, we play infidelity. Our guest, as we call my lover of the moment, doesn't know that my husband consents to all my whims.
In our case, he prefers to be the one who... The night in a nearby hotel. 'So close and yet so far', just five minutes from our own home. Occasionally he would send me a message with brief information, leaving me wanting more, anxious and excited. He responds with another question I ignore. I turn off my phone, and when I turn it back on, I read the numerous messages he sent me. Seeing him so anxious makes me crazy, I like that he sees the two blue ticks, knows I've read it but won't respond.

Then he goes to bed naked with his mobile phone in hand, waiting for me to take pity on him and detail any kind of information. But when I write back, I always go off on a tangent, and almost never answer his morbid questions.

'I'm going to drink water, I'm sweating'. I write back, adding an emoticon with a smiling angel face.

I go to bed, where Ángel is sleeping, the man my husband has allowed me to spend the night with in our bed. 'He's still asleep', I think as I hug him and lie down beside him.

Then I appreciate the warmth of his body, having gotten cold while walking around naked, talking to my husband. I snuggle up next to him and try to fall asleep. Meanwhile, images from the beginning of this new adventure come flooding back to me, like an old slide show projection.

It had all started a few hours earlier, when I went out to dinner with my husband as we do every Saturday, then we headed to a night pub in the city center, ordered some drinks, and I went out to dance sensually and provocatively while he stayed at the bar watching me.

My tight and short black dress fit like a glove on my body. It doesn't take long for several pairs of eyes to be on me. Suddenly, I see a boy approaching. 'Too young for me, must be just a couple of years older than Carlos, my eldest son', I think as I keep dancing. nothing, and it sticks to my body sticky dancing. I look at it directly, without stopping smiling. You never have to be unpleasant.

—What's your name? —, she asks smiling.

—Olivia — I respond.

—My name is Eduardo, I love women like you —, he says directly.

—What do you mean? —, she asked. Like me, mature, tall, sexy, older than me, as good as you, I tell myself jokingly.

—Tall, sexy, something older than me, that are as good as you. Plus, I like your short and red hair.

—Thank you. But I'm with my husband—

I add to get rid of him as soon as possible, pointing towards the bar where Enrique remains vigilant. His 6-foot-3 height makes him an imposing man. I wave goodbye, he smiles.

—Sorry... —, says the boy before walking away from the dance floor with his tail between his legs.

I like a man who doesn't stop looking at me, she smiled, and he returns it. From that moment on, he no longer stops staring at me completely absorbed.

It's too easy, I think with annoyance, since the boy seemed physically quite cute to me.

—Hi, my name is Ángel —, says someone while dancing behind me.

—I'm delighted, Ángel, I'm Olivia —, I say looking at him for the first time.

He approaches and gives me two kisses, one on each cheek.

—Are you alone? —, he asks without stopping looking at me.

—No, I'm with a friend, but they'll leave soon —, I indicate smiling, hiding that Enrique is actually my husband.

He nods, and sticks closer to me.

—I've been lucky, it's not easy for a woman like you to be alone —, he says winking at me.

—it's a colleague who is separating. He's going through a tough time, the poor guy —, I lie. But he's a bit boring, he told me that when he takes his drink he'll go to sleep, I say.

—As I said, today is my lucky day. Let's take something in a quieter place —, he says in my ear.

—Let's go! —, I say pulling him along, holding his hand.

—And your friend? Don't you tell him anything? —, asks smiling.

—I don't either You think it's so friendly --, I respond by winking at him -- Besides, I've already told you that he's a bore.
I know Enrique has seen me leaving with the guy. He never misses any of my courtship movements.
I'll send him a message later, I think as we leave the bar.
Angel is a man like those who usually appeal to me: tall, strong, very well-groomed, and with a very masculine appearance. Besides, he exudes a dominant and decided character.
Age has never been the most important thing for me, but I rarely let myself be swept away by guys too young. Although I have fallen sometimes.
I never ask anything, but he tells me he's thirty-four years old. A perfect age, eleven less than mine, I can't help but mentally calculate.
In August, the city is practically empty, since people have left for vacation in other towns, and there's plenty of room to go anywhere.
What do you want to drink? --he asks, posing a hand on my hip.
Port of India with Royal Bliss forest fruits --I indicate.
We haven't started kissing yet, but I'm already excited. Just being with a man alone, letting myself be seduced, makes luxurious desires bloom in my sex. His hand passes from my hip to rest on one of my buttocks. I'm sure he knows that at those moments I'm his, and slowly takes possession of my body.
The guy is sincere, telling me he's married, that his wife left the village with their child, but he can't go because he has to work.
Do you mind him being married? --he asks seriously.
No, not at all. I'm also married --I say, showing half a smile.
I imagined it --he says, squeezing the buttock he's holding in his hand, as if that echo was for him an extra excitement -- And your husband? Is he on vacation too? --he asks.
I don't remember --I joke, turning my head from left to right, looking around -- I don't see him anywhere here --I add, approaching him laughing.
You're such a slut -- Let go. I'm laughing, that kind of insult I love. But normally they tell me when we're already in bed.

—Do you call me Foxy even before kissing? This is new—, I say, waiting eagerly.

He approaches, presses his lips to mine, and we start kissing. There's been luck, the boy kisses well, I think, letting myself be swept away.

I suppose if he didn't kiss well, I wouldn't be writing this story, since I only write about positive experiences for me.

—Do you want to go to a hotel?—he asks without further ado. I suppose he's afraid someone will see him with me and tell his wife.

—Better let's go to my place, I live nearby—, I inform him.

—Your house?—he asks surprised—What a thrill!

We finish our drinks hastily and leave the Pub holding hands.

We're ten minutes from home, but the trip seems endless, despite the boy trying to make me laugh every now and then as he leads me by the waist.

—Do you have kids?—he asks.

—I have two boys—, I comment—But they're with their father, my first husband—, I add.

—I know this area—, he indicates—My sister lives nearby.

As soon as we enter the building, he pushes me against the wall where the mailboxes are and starts kissing me more passionately than a little while ago in the pub. He starts caressing my breasts over my dress, while with his other hand he starts to touch me under my skirt.

—You're looking great! You have a fantastic body!—he exclaims—

—Thanks—, I respond amiably—You look very well too.

I get him off me as best I can, grab him by the waist and take him to the elevator.

He doesn't even wait for the door to close before he starts kissing my neck while still putting his hand in, moving the thong aside, inserting two fingers into my vagina and starting to finger me with them. I can't help but let out a long moan when I notice my pussy is opening up.
—You're soaked, he says smiling at me.
—I have a lot of desire for you. But then I indicate to him again, escaping from him once more when the elevator door opens—“We'll never make it home if we keep going like this, and I'm dying to get you inside,” I say bluntly, letting myself be swept up by the excitement of the moment.
I love the feeling of being able to bring men home. I turn on the light at the entrance and close the door. I lean against the back of the door, he stays looking at me, quiet for a few seconds.
He comes closer and kisses me again, then I put my hand on his package for the first time.
—What's that? I ask playfully, not stopping to touch it.
—Do you want to see it? he asks, following the game.
I nod affirmatively, moving my head without looking away from him.
I lower the zipper of his pants and introduce my hand with difficulty until I avoid his underwear and reach his cock. He makes it easier for me by unbuttoning his belt and the button on his pants to give more room for my hand's movements.
Touching a cock for the first time is something that always produces a special curiosity in me. Hard as a rock, I think, smiling.
I pull out his cock and start masturbating him.
—Do you like it? he says proudly of the size of his member.
—I can't know until I try it,” I say maliciously.
I get down on my knees in front of him, at that moment I don't know why but I remember my husband. He loves seeing me this way.
I grab his cock, look at it greedily and put it in my mouth.
—I love it, I say, putting it back inside again.
—You're the one who really turns me on,” he teases me.
I get up, making a conspiratorial gesture by winking at him, then I grab his hand and we head down the hallway.
—Let's go, we'll be more comfortable in the bedroom.
I hate decorative photos, but on the headboard of my bed, there is a photo of the day of my wedding. Just for pure morbo, I like it when they fuck me in front of her.

Then I pull the duvet back and when I'm about to open the bed, Ángel puts himself behind me and pushes me. I remain on my feet with my palms resting on the mattress. I feel his hand going up my long legs, he palps my buttocks, lifts my skirt leaving them exposed.

He takes advantage of it and at that moment gives me a strong slap, I feel my buttock trembling It starts strong, I think excitedly. I instinctively open my legs while he grabs my thong, I feel him stripping the tight fabric from my glutes. Then he gets down on his knees and starts biting and licking my butt cheeks

—Ahhhhhhh—, I let out an anxious sigh.

Then with a strong tug, he pulls down my panties, leaving them at the height of my knee.

—Ahhhhhhh—, I say unable to contain myself.

He separates me, opening my round buttocks soze and puts his head in the middle of my butt. At that moment I start feeling the tip of his tongue just at the entrance of my anus.

—Joderrrrrrrr—, I say dead with pleasure.

Then he gives me another strong slap that makes my other buttock tremble. The damn guy is killing me with pleasure, I think like a slut.

He starts caressing my pussy without stopping licking my butt. I can't take it anymore, fuck me already, I shout internally.

As if he could hear me, just at that moment he gets up on his feet. I try to turn around but he pushes me violently against the bed again.

I remain like that, with my back to him, leaning on the bed inquisitive and nervous waiting while I sense that he's putting on a condom.

The boy sticks to me, I open my legs even more and then I feel his warm cock stuck to my butt. He palps my wet pussy, brings his glans close to the entrance of my vagina and puts it right in front of it.

—Ahhhhhhh!— I exclaim just as I feel his erect and thick penis invading my most intimate zone.

—Do you like it? Foxy—, he asks starting to move inside me. You're killing me with pleasure --, I say almost at the point of climax.

--Is this what you wanted when you were zoreabas dancing on the dance floor?--, he yells, giving me a couple of new whacks.

--Siiiiiiiiiií--, I bellow like a wild animal, stretching out the phonetics of the adverb.

My legs start trembling, and I have to crouch down and rest my head on the bed so I don't fall.

--I'm coming --, I shout, not giving a damn about the neighbors at that moment.

He increases his thrusts, fucking me violently, just the way I like it. He enters and exits my fiery pussy like an incessant drummer.

--I'm going to come, suck it --, he says, pulling it out of my sex suddenly. He takes off the condom with urgency, as if it's burning him, throwing it on the floor.

This time I get down on my knees, and he grabs his hard cock and rubs it across my face. He hits my cheeks and face with it, like a small whip.

--Open your mouth, slut --, he almost orders me.

I obey, opening my mouth docilely and disciplinarily. He brings it to me, and holding my head, he puts it in centimeter by centimeter until the cock disappears completely into my mouth.

I can't breathe, I feel it scraping against my throat, but he keeps me pinned with his strong hands. Finally, he lets go of me, and I can't help but gag.

--You almost choked me, you bastard --, I say, pretending to be indignant.

--Don't close your mouth --, he tells me, as he starts to masturbate.

I stick out my tongue and remain arched, submissive and surrendered, waiting for him to come. I start caressing his testicles, his breathing quickens, his face changes. I know what's coming now. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue grotesquely as far as I can, while he accelerates the rhythm of his wrist.

--Take it, promiscuous, take it all --, he supports the glans on my tongue. Just at that moment, I feel a first and hot jet fired against my mouth. I close my eyes and wait for the rest of his orgasm.

He rubs the cock against my face again, while launches the last semen tremors. —Oh damn Olivia! you're the pipe —, he says smiling. Let's go to the bathroom and clean up a bit. 'He hasn't even undressed me yet', I think. —Do you have something to drink? —, he asks with a mischievous smile. —Of course, whatever you want ¿Another Gin Tonic? He asked, taking it to the living room. He sits on the sofa while I go to the kitchen, fuck you ice and prepare two cups. Then I return putting the drinks on the table. —Sit down here —, he says pointing to his quadriceps. I obey and sit down like a good girl, on his muscular legs. We take a few sips. —Olivia, you can't be any better! —, he says unbuttoning my dress. —I was so horny that I didn't even see your tits —, he adds with a look flooded with vice, despite having come just minutes ago. I take off my dress myself and show him my big breasts, which finally proudly show themselves free. —Damn! you were saving the best for last —, he exclaims just before taking them to his mouth. —There's no hurry, we have all night for ourselves —, I say getting up, offering my hand to go back to bed. He lies down on his back, I grab his cock and start sucking it. Slowly I bring him back to life. It swells like a cake and begins to grow 'The night is going to be long' I think excitedly. I get on top of him, grab his cock, put it back in the entrance of my pussy, and let myself fall onto it. —Ahhhhhhhhh —, at that moment I start riding him like a fierce amazon. My breasts bounce due to the frenzied gallop, he grabs them, handles them, squeezes them, sucks them, kisses them... —Stop, you're going to make me come —, he indicates after a little while. But I'm already merciless and even accelerate the gallop. The sound of my wet pussy hitting him is the only sound in the room. —I'm coming —, he shouts out of control. —Let's do it together —, I say just as I feel his powerful A stream of semen inside my vagina. --Damn it Olivia, what a thrill--, he says, recovering his calm. But I don't say anything, I'm exhausted, let myself fall onto him and then kiss him affectionately, right on his marked pectorals.

I recover my breath and throw myself onto the bed. He hugs me from behind, while I slowly listen to how his breathing synchronizes with mine.

I drift into a sweet doze. I look at the clock.

It's early. I'll sleep a bit, and when I wake up, I'll call Enrique, I think, amused at imagining him, waiting for my anxious call. That's the last thought, just before I fall asleep peacefully.END