After being with Pablo and his friend, I stayed watching colorful twinkling lights for several days.
Never had they caught me between two, even at some point I told Pablo I didn't want to, but luckily he didn't listen to me. What I would have missed!
I'm just as sure that if I had resisted, given the state those two were in, they would have grabbed me by force, which instead of being pleasant would have ended in a traumatic experience. But luckily it wasn't like that.
Far from feeling any kind of resentment towards Pablo for sharing me like any slut, I was grateful to him. Grateful not only for having woken me up to life, but also for showing me the different paths that lead to pleasure.
I am yours in every sense, like I was never of anyone else. A single gesture, a call and I fall surrendered at your feet.
I'm sometimes with my family and receive a message from them, simple and direct: 'I have a desire to take'.
I can't resist. I invent any excuse and go up to his apartment. He leaves the door open for me to enter. He's already waiting in bed, naked, rubbing an erection that's screaming for my attention.
I take off my clothes and lie down next to him. It's already a routine for us and I'm not ashamed to say that I eagerly await those messages.
Until he sends me photos of his erect cock and says: It needs a good suck.
I go up and suck her.
Photos of her tongue: 'I'd love to suck her pussy on a married woman'.
I lift and hand it over on a tray.
Sometimes she asks me to have sex with my husband, and so, without washing or rinsing myself, I go to screw him. And I go, I can't say no.
That day I was the one who had a craving for cock, so when leaving work, I stopped by the Chinese place and bought some things that I had promised to bring him.
How often, when passing in front of the door to my house, I do it stealthily, hiding myself, then rushing up the stairs at full speed. I open with my key... Yes, now I have a key to his apartment.
I enter and start organizing what I bought in the pantry. The idea is to wait for him naked on his bed, masturbating, so that I have a wet pussy when he arrives.
When I finish, I close the cupboard doors and as I turn around to go to Pablo's room, I find his friend standing in the doorway. I let out a scream worthy of a horror movie.
-Sorry, I didn't know you were here - I apologize, although who should apologize for scaring me is he, for presenting himself like that, like the Halloween psycho.
One thing is being with both of them together, and another very different one is being with him alone. His mere presence scares me.
-I still don't know your name- I say then, like to relax the atmosphere.
I had caught him, licked him and didn't know his name. Unbelievable.
-Miguel responds.
-Good Miguel, tell Pablo I bought some things, everything is there in the cupboard, if he needs anything else, he should write to me-
When I pass by his side, he grabs my arm and stops me. He looks at me without saying anything, which scares me even more still.
I only came to bring that to Pablo, nothing more - I explain, almost trembling.
He leans over me, I think it's to give me a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye, but no, he kisses me on the mouth.
I can't resist or pull away because it has me well gripped by the arm. The next day I would notice the bruise it left from such a grip. A bruise that wouldn't be the only one. Look how brutal Pablo is, but the friend goes overboard with the dark chestnut.
Without letting go, as if I were an object that he lifted off the floor, he takes me to the room.
While being dragged along, I can notice what's cooking between his legs, so his intentions are more than evident. He wants to grab me.
I'm trying to think of something to say no to, but it's no use, anything I say seems to go in one ear and out the other. Neither does he care that I tell him I'm his friend's wife, that what happened the other day was an exception, something unique, and I only lent myself because he was there.
I didn't like the idea of getting into bed with him at all without Pablo being there. How could I get to take it if he found out? Would he get jealous?
Several times, after being with him, back at my house, I imagined what would happen if my husband caught me cheating on him. If my kids found out. Obviously it would be a disaster. Immediate divorce.
In that case, I was wondering if Pablo would accept us living together as a couple, not just lovers. I saw it as difficult.
But now, what would happen if I found myself screwing with his friend? His friend didn't seem to care about such a situation.
In the room that still smells like Pablo, the friend undresses from the waist down and throws himself onto the bed, his cock well erected vibrating between his legs. He grabs it and wanks it, making foam come out at the tip. It's obvious he wants someone to suck it.
Where I am up to, almost stopped at the door, his sex smell reaches me.
I could slip away if I wanted to, turn around and simply leave the department, it would be hard for him to stop me with his pants down, but instead of trying, I drop my purse and move towards the bed. I throw myself onto his legs and give in with pleasure.
Pablo taught me to suck like he likes it, kissing his testicles first, then going up with my tongue, licking everything around, releasing a lot of saliva during the journey, but the friend is not that patient, as I barely try to hide by giving him some kisses, and he grabs my hair and makes me eat it.
Obviously it doesn't all fit in me, I would have ripped the corners of my lips apart if it did, but a pretty big chunk does.
He keeps me like that, well held by the hair, making my scalp hurt, and through sudden tugs, he fucks me in the mouth.
I can do nothing else but breathe through my nose and hold on to the strong thrusts of that cock that seems to get harder every time.
When I'm finally set free, I feel suffocated. I don't deny feeling a certain pleasure, more due to morbidness than anything else, but still I don't like it at all that they make me suck her off that way. So forcefully. It's so delicious, so satisfying oral sex, that it's a shame to turn that moment into something brutal and violent. But hey, each to their own taste.
It's more than obvious that he wasn't going to be satisfied with just a blowjob.
I see in his eyes the sparkle of lust, that instinct that turns men into primitives, in his case nuanced with a hint of perversion.
He grabs me again brutally, and throws me down on the bed from behind. At all times his attitudes are as if I were resisting, as if he had no other alternative but to make me do it by force.
Could I possibly resist such a beast?
She lifts my skirt, pushes her underwear to the side and attacks me with her mouth because an attack is what she submits me to. It's more biting than sucking. Anyway, despite her rough and impulsive manners, my sex gets wet when it turns out to be Pablo who's between my legs.
When he gets on top of me and penetrates me, it's like a building is falling on me, sinking me even deeper into the bed.
At first it seems like it's hard for me to accept that I'm having sex with Pablo's friend, I close my eyes and let him use my body, wanting it to pass as quickly as possible.
But suddenly I find myself sighing with pleasure, closing my eyes, no longer to escape that reality, but to enjoy the moment more intensely.
Throughout the whole time, I had remained with my hands by the sides of my body, without even brushing against it, until, without realizing it, I was sliding them underneath his shirt and caressing his back.
Mmmhhh... yesyesyes... ahhhh... ahhhh...
Yes, I'm the one who's panting with pleasure.
I open my eyes and see her face hanging over mine, her gaze fixed on me. Now I'm the one who's looking for him to kiss him.
After a kiss as rough as all his manners, he tells me to open my mouth. When I do, he spits inside me twice, three times. I swallow all his saliva, causing him to hold me even tighter still. It seems to excite him, so I go back to opening it for him to keep spitting.
I'll swallow everything I spit out again, mixing her saliva with mine.
I never imagined taking the saliva of a man, in a kiss go and pass, but like that, they spit on purpose, it's not something that would be pleasant for me, but if that was his fetish, I'm not who to reject it.
When I have my orgasm, I remain in a blank state, like in a trance, surprised to have enjoyed it in a way that I only thought Pablo could provide me with.
While my body is boiling with pleasure, he keeps cumming on me, oblivious to my enjoyment, inserting and withdrawing all the cock, despite the intensity with which it pumps, it remains hard and rigid, without any wear or tear.
It turns me around like a package and having me on all fours gives me enough to thank God and the Holy Gospels for being a woman.
He's penetrating me with such force, with such energy, that it seems like he wants to tear my ass apart and crack my hip. I bury my face in the pillow and bite it as if I wanted to eat it, trying to stifle the screams that rip out of me with those merciless thrusts.
At home, just a few meters away, my children could be, even my husband, so it seemed the most correct thing to spare them the scandal that their mother/wife might cause upstairs.
At a certain moment he gets up, leaving me like that, with my ass in the air, and goes to the bathroom. From the bed I can hear the stream of urine. During that brief pause I caress myself between my legs, noting the heat on my thighs, the swelling of my lips, the hardness of my clitoris. Inside I am pure fire.
When she comes back, she's still with the cock even more swollen and erect, all flushed from having screwed me so much.
Although I'm a bit dizzy from the shake that just hit me, I get up and take off the little clothes I still have on. He does the same, taking off his shirt and socks, his pants and boxers have been on the floor for a while now.
He turned his back on the bed. I throw myself over him and suck his cock. Now he lets me enjoy it freely, run my tongue along it from top to bottom, like I love to do, and kiss his glans with my lips and tongue.
When I swallow it, I can feel that energy, that potency on my palate, threatening to explode and leave no one alive.
I feel on top of his body, squatting, pointing my sex at his erection and let myself fall, filling my pussy with his flesh.
I support my hands on their open palms, intertwine my fingers with theirs and start moving, up and down, sinking all the way to the root, again and again, pounding the edges against their thighs.
While I slide all the way down, Miguel looks at my breasts, which are shaking wildly out of control. He also spits on them and with his saliva massages my nipples.
It's too much heat, too much excitement, I feel like my stomach is going to burst, but I'm trying to hold back, I already had my orgasm before, and now I want to cum with him, release all that compresses my intestines at the same time as his semen pumps inside me.
I want to fill myself with you..., I think, and that phrase had no more sense for me after that.
-You're going to fill me with cum! I'm not asking for it - You're going to give it all to me... all for me!
We are at that moment when everything becomes fuzzy and chaotic, when the urgency before the imminent collapse forces us to speed up any movement.
Practically I'm jumping over his cock, impaling her until the testicles, when she lets go of my tits, grabs me tightly by the buttocks and now he's pumping from below, keeping me well stuck to his belly while finishing.
Of course I don't feel the dripping, but if the shudders, the jolts, the stinging, that piercing that, after the explosion, relieves and consoles you.
I collapsed onto his chest, sighing exhausted, surrendering completely to that pleasure that spreads in waves throughout my body.
We stay embraced for a moment, between sighs. I'm surprised he's petting me, but he does, and with an unexpected tenderness.
When I get up, Plop! Plop! Plop! My pussy drips with his semen.
I'm going to the bathroom and wash myself in the bidet, inserting my fingers and pressing to extract as much of his cum as I can. I don't want to be walking around wet at home like I always do when I'm with Pablo.
I take a shower, and when I get out, wrapped in a towel, he's already doing something else. He's in the living room watching TV, boringly flipping from one channel to another.
He doesn't tell me anything, as if I didn't exist. I pick up my clothes from the floor and get dressed.
-Okay, I'm leaving now - I'll say it, hoping that after the dust we threw at each other, you'd dedicate me at least a minimum of attention.
But nothing, just a growl as a farewell, without even looking at me. I left feeling more like an object than ever, Pablo at least showed some affection, and with my husband, despite bad sex, we always snuggled up after making love.
Miguel's prick made me feel like a slut who came to fulfill her job, and after getting paid she would go back to walking the street.
I don't say I felt disappointed, nor did I expect love kisses, but at least a caress.
When returning home, luckily there was no one, since I had wet hair, a clear sign that I came from having sex. And although I had washed myself well at Pablo's house, for a good while I kept dripping with the semen of his friend.
Never had they caught me between two, even at some point I told Pablo I didn't want to, but luckily he didn't listen to me. What I would have missed!
I'm just as sure that if I had resisted, given the state those two were in, they would have grabbed me by force, which instead of being pleasant would have ended in a traumatic experience. But luckily it wasn't like that.
Far from feeling any kind of resentment towards Pablo for sharing me like any slut, I was grateful to him. Grateful not only for having woken me up to life, but also for showing me the different paths that lead to pleasure.
I am yours in every sense, like I was never of anyone else. A single gesture, a call and I fall surrendered at your feet.
I'm sometimes with my family and receive a message from them, simple and direct: 'I have a desire to take'.
I can't resist. I invent any excuse and go up to his apartment. He leaves the door open for me to enter. He's already waiting in bed, naked, rubbing an erection that's screaming for my attention.
I take off my clothes and lie down next to him. It's already a routine for us and I'm not ashamed to say that I eagerly await those messages.
Until he sends me photos of his erect cock and says: It needs a good suck.
I go up and suck her.
Photos of her tongue: 'I'd love to suck her pussy on a married woman'.
I lift and hand it over on a tray.
Sometimes she asks me to have sex with my husband, and so, without washing or rinsing myself, I go to screw him. And I go, I can't say no.
That day I was the one who had a craving for cock, so when leaving work, I stopped by the Chinese place and bought some things that I had promised to bring him.
How often, when passing in front of the door to my house, I do it stealthily, hiding myself, then rushing up the stairs at full speed. I open with my key... Yes, now I have a key to his apartment.
I enter and start organizing what I bought in the pantry. The idea is to wait for him naked on his bed, masturbating, so that I have a wet pussy when he arrives.
When I finish, I close the cupboard doors and as I turn around to go to Pablo's room, I find his friend standing in the doorway. I let out a scream worthy of a horror movie.
-Sorry, I didn't know you were here - I apologize, although who should apologize for scaring me is he, for presenting himself like that, like the Halloween psycho.
One thing is being with both of them together, and another very different one is being with him alone. His mere presence scares me.
-I still don't know your name- I say then, like to relax the atmosphere.
I had caught him, licked him and didn't know his name. Unbelievable.
-Miguel responds.
-Good Miguel, tell Pablo I bought some things, everything is there in the cupboard, if he needs anything else, he should write to me-
When I pass by his side, he grabs my arm and stops me. He looks at me without saying anything, which scares me even more still.
I only came to bring that to Pablo, nothing more - I explain, almost trembling.
He leans over me, I think it's to give me a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye, but no, he kisses me on the mouth.
I can't resist or pull away because it has me well gripped by the arm. The next day I would notice the bruise it left from such a grip. A bruise that wouldn't be the only one. Look how brutal Pablo is, but the friend goes overboard with the dark chestnut.
Without letting go, as if I were an object that he lifted off the floor, he takes me to the room.
While being dragged along, I can notice what's cooking between his legs, so his intentions are more than evident. He wants to grab me.
I'm trying to think of something to say no to, but it's no use, anything I say seems to go in one ear and out the other. Neither does he care that I tell him I'm his friend's wife, that what happened the other day was an exception, something unique, and I only lent myself because he was there.
I didn't like the idea of getting into bed with him at all without Pablo being there. How could I get to take it if he found out? Would he get jealous?
Several times, after being with him, back at my house, I imagined what would happen if my husband caught me cheating on him. If my kids found out. Obviously it would be a disaster. Immediate divorce.
In that case, I was wondering if Pablo would accept us living together as a couple, not just lovers. I saw it as difficult.
But now, what would happen if I found myself screwing with his friend? His friend didn't seem to care about such a situation.
In the room that still smells like Pablo, the friend undresses from the waist down and throws himself onto the bed, his cock well erected vibrating between his legs. He grabs it and wanks it, making foam come out at the tip. It's obvious he wants someone to suck it.
Where I am up to, almost stopped at the door, his sex smell reaches me.
I could slip away if I wanted to, turn around and simply leave the department, it would be hard for him to stop me with his pants down, but instead of trying, I drop my purse and move towards the bed. I throw myself onto his legs and give in with pleasure.
Pablo taught me to suck like he likes it, kissing his testicles first, then going up with my tongue, licking everything around, releasing a lot of saliva during the journey, but the friend is not that patient, as I barely try to hide by giving him some kisses, and he grabs my hair and makes me eat it.
Obviously it doesn't all fit in me, I would have ripped the corners of my lips apart if it did, but a pretty big chunk does.
He keeps me like that, well held by the hair, making my scalp hurt, and through sudden tugs, he fucks me in the mouth.
I can do nothing else but breathe through my nose and hold on to the strong thrusts of that cock that seems to get harder every time.
When I'm finally set free, I feel suffocated. I don't deny feeling a certain pleasure, more due to morbidness than anything else, but still I don't like it at all that they make me suck her off that way. So forcefully. It's so delicious, so satisfying oral sex, that it's a shame to turn that moment into something brutal and violent. But hey, each to their own taste.
It's more than obvious that he wasn't going to be satisfied with just a blowjob.
I see in his eyes the sparkle of lust, that instinct that turns men into primitives, in his case nuanced with a hint of perversion.
He grabs me again brutally, and throws me down on the bed from behind. At all times his attitudes are as if I were resisting, as if he had no other alternative but to make me do it by force.
Could I possibly resist such a beast?
She lifts my skirt, pushes her underwear to the side and attacks me with her mouth because an attack is what she submits me to. It's more biting than sucking. Anyway, despite her rough and impulsive manners, my sex gets wet when it turns out to be Pablo who's between my legs.
When he gets on top of me and penetrates me, it's like a building is falling on me, sinking me even deeper into the bed.
At first it seems like it's hard for me to accept that I'm having sex with Pablo's friend, I close my eyes and let him use my body, wanting it to pass as quickly as possible.
But suddenly I find myself sighing with pleasure, closing my eyes, no longer to escape that reality, but to enjoy the moment more intensely.
Throughout the whole time, I had remained with my hands by the sides of my body, without even brushing against it, until, without realizing it, I was sliding them underneath his shirt and caressing his back.
Mmmhhh... yesyesyes... ahhhh... ahhhh...
Yes, I'm the one who's panting with pleasure.
I open my eyes and see her face hanging over mine, her gaze fixed on me. Now I'm the one who's looking for him to kiss him.
After a kiss as rough as all his manners, he tells me to open my mouth. When I do, he spits inside me twice, three times. I swallow all his saliva, causing him to hold me even tighter still. It seems to excite him, so I go back to opening it for him to keep spitting.
I'll swallow everything I spit out again, mixing her saliva with mine.
I never imagined taking the saliva of a man, in a kiss go and pass, but like that, they spit on purpose, it's not something that would be pleasant for me, but if that was his fetish, I'm not who to reject it.
When I have my orgasm, I remain in a blank state, like in a trance, surprised to have enjoyed it in a way that I only thought Pablo could provide me with.
While my body is boiling with pleasure, he keeps cumming on me, oblivious to my enjoyment, inserting and withdrawing all the cock, despite the intensity with which it pumps, it remains hard and rigid, without any wear or tear.
It turns me around like a package and having me on all fours gives me enough to thank God and the Holy Gospels for being a woman.
He's penetrating me with such force, with such energy, that it seems like he wants to tear my ass apart and crack my hip. I bury my face in the pillow and bite it as if I wanted to eat it, trying to stifle the screams that rip out of me with those merciless thrusts.
At home, just a few meters away, my children could be, even my husband, so it seemed the most correct thing to spare them the scandal that their mother/wife might cause upstairs.
At a certain moment he gets up, leaving me like that, with my ass in the air, and goes to the bathroom. From the bed I can hear the stream of urine. During that brief pause I caress myself between my legs, noting the heat on my thighs, the swelling of my lips, the hardness of my clitoris. Inside I am pure fire.
When she comes back, she's still with the cock even more swollen and erect, all flushed from having screwed me so much.
Although I'm a bit dizzy from the shake that just hit me, I get up and take off the little clothes I still have on. He does the same, taking off his shirt and socks, his pants and boxers have been on the floor for a while now.
He turned his back on the bed. I throw myself over him and suck his cock. Now he lets me enjoy it freely, run my tongue along it from top to bottom, like I love to do, and kiss his glans with my lips and tongue.
When I swallow it, I can feel that energy, that potency on my palate, threatening to explode and leave no one alive.
I feel on top of his body, squatting, pointing my sex at his erection and let myself fall, filling my pussy with his flesh.
I support my hands on their open palms, intertwine my fingers with theirs and start moving, up and down, sinking all the way to the root, again and again, pounding the edges against their thighs.
While I slide all the way down, Miguel looks at my breasts, which are shaking wildly out of control. He also spits on them and with his saliva massages my nipples.
It's too much heat, too much excitement, I feel like my stomach is going to burst, but I'm trying to hold back, I already had my orgasm before, and now I want to cum with him, release all that compresses my intestines at the same time as his semen pumps inside me.
I want to fill myself with you..., I think, and that phrase had no more sense for me after that.
-You're going to fill me with cum! I'm not asking for it - You're going to give it all to me... all for me!
We are at that moment when everything becomes fuzzy and chaotic, when the urgency before the imminent collapse forces us to speed up any movement.
Practically I'm jumping over his cock, impaling her until the testicles, when she lets go of my tits, grabs me tightly by the buttocks and now he's pumping from below, keeping me well stuck to his belly while finishing.
Of course I don't feel the dripping, but if the shudders, the jolts, the stinging, that piercing that, after the explosion, relieves and consoles you.
I collapsed onto his chest, sighing exhausted, surrendering completely to that pleasure that spreads in waves throughout my body.
We stay embraced for a moment, between sighs. I'm surprised he's petting me, but he does, and with an unexpected tenderness.
When I get up, Plop! Plop! Plop! My pussy drips with his semen.
I'm going to the bathroom and wash myself in the bidet, inserting my fingers and pressing to extract as much of his cum as I can. I don't want to be walking around wet at home like I always do when I'm with Pablo.
I take a shower, and when I get out, wrapped in a towel, he's already doing something else. He's in the living room watching TV, boringly flipping from one channel to another.
He doesn't tell me anything, as if I didn't exist. I pick up my clothes from the floor and get dressed.
-Okay, I'm leaving now - I'll say it, hoping that after the dust we threw at each other, you'd dedicate me at least a minimum of attention.
But nothing, just a growl as a farewell, without even looking at me. I left feeling more like an object than ever, Pablo at least showed some affection, and with my husband, despite bad sex, we always snuggled up after making love.
Miguel's prick made me feel like a slut who came to fulfill her job, and after getting paid she would go back to walking the street.
I don't say I felt disappointed, nor did I expect love kisses, but at least a caress.
When returning home, luckily there was no one, since I had wet hair, a clear sign that I came from having sex. And although I had washed myself well at Pablo's house, for a good while I kept dripping with the semen of his friend.
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