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Next postIt's in situations like that I find out Marisol is sometimes a 'Napoleon of crime'. Because all it took was one call to Sonia telling her everything we were living with the neighbors and if she happened to be bothered hosting us, the girls and the slutty one for the weekend, to leave me free and let them take advantage of playing with her brother. It's unnecessary to say that my boss accepted without complications, given that apart from getting along well with my wife and having a spacious apartment with many rooms, they also share the morbid curiosity about my libidinous escapades, as she greatly enjoys trying to get me hot during our informative meetings. Additionally, our children truly enjoy sharing time and games together.
Of course, when I told my girls that I couldn't go because I had to work and without realizing that Bastián's mother is also my boss, the enthusiasm for the outing decreased slightly.
However, it was not the only thing Marisol did. On the other side, knowing that Brenda wasn't a virgin and they were in that period where they took advantage of having relations as much time as possible, she didn't find it difficult to stir up our neighbor to talk to her boyfriend, who would then encourage his brother (Brenda's original ex-boyfriend) to go out partying on Saturday so they could get together without difficulties at this guy's apartment.
And finally, when she saw that everything was going according to plan, she decided to cut me off from Wednesday night onwards (not before putting me in the mood for nights), leaving me completely eager for Saturday.
It was like that, by Friday, all the pieces fit perfectly like legos.
Sarah (S): Hey, how are you? Guess what? My daughter is staying with her boyfriend tomorrow, so I'll be alone all day... and I was thinking my bathroom sink isn't working well, I'll need a handyman to come and fix it. (winking smile emoji)
Marco (M): It doesn't seem so bad to me. My girlfriend Marisol wants to visit a friend over the weekend.
(S): Why? Did you two fight? I haven't heard them having relationships in the last few days.
(Marisol and I couldn't help but laugh at reading that)
(M): Something like that. Marisol wants to visit my boss Sonia, along with the girls and the dog, so they can play and have a quiet conversation.
(S): Then... Will you be alone over the weekend?
(M): It seems so.
(She didn't take more than 20 seconds to send her response)
(S): I know it's sudden, but since I'll be alone and you'll be alone too... Do you think we could...?
(S): Be alone together?
(After reading them, she deleted the messages almost instantly)
(M): It doesn't seem like a bad idea.
Suddenly, Marisol and I heard a clear Woohoo that came out of nowhere. Certainly, our walls were thin...
We agreed to meet around 1, since although Marisol and the girls left at 10, Brenda was leaving around noon.
However, that day had an unexpected surprise:andSir, what is he doing here? –asked the young woman as she opened the door.
She looked beautiful. What I remember most were her spongy lips, her pale skin, her clear eyes, and her red locks that still maintained their innocence.But on the other hand, her white and flowered dress incited sin, since, although it was a bit loose and baggy, a prominent cleavage was noticeable. For some reason, I imagined that if she were crawling, all her exuberance would be appreciated without major problems...
- Your mother said the bathroom sink wasn't working well. - I replied, showing her the toolbox.orOh! - she exclaimed, confused. - Well, she's bathing now. And silently closing the door, she asked me to follow her to the building's trash room.andThere's something I'd like to consult with you about, without my mother knowing.
Oh, okay. - I replied, slightly embarrassed, since we were alone with a recently released young adult in a discreet place and dimly lit.
The worst part was that I didn't dare go straight to the point, so I walked around giving her my back, not looking at her eyes. The problem was that when walking towards the brighter hallway, her body silhouette was clearly visible through her dress, revealing a round butt and prominent and thrusting breasts, which brought back memories of Karen, the slut high school girl I met in Adelaide.
andIt's just that I can't ask my dad... and Marisol says you're very understanding. – she said, making a gesture with her hands, where her nerves made her tender breasts vibrate like gelatin.
- Ask what you want. – I told her, moving the toolbox between my legs and feeling my penis slowly start to stiffen.
She smiled gratefully.orSee... it's about my boyfriend Matt...
- Yes? – I asked, standing in front of her, which confused her, but if she kept shaking like that and under a brighter background than me, I wouldn't pay attention to her words.
As she saw me approaching her like that, Brenda felt slightly embarrassed...andIt's just that... - Is it so? She had to muster up the courage again.orIt's just that... I love Matt... truly, I love him so much... but...
- Yes? - I asked, seeing his silence stretch out.
He let out a sigh and calmed down.
andIt's just that... when we have sex... I sometimes... In that opportunity, I didn't say anything and waited for him to continue.andSometimes... I don't feel the orgasm... and I know he's happy... but Marisol said that it happened to you before... and wanted to know... if maybe you know... what can do to help me.
Her words struck me. They were at that stage where they had just started getting to know each other and obviously, it was a problem, because there were involved feelings.andMarisol said... that you also didn't last long before... and what I wanted to know is... if maybe you know a method... or some advice... so he can improve. - she consulted, with a supplicating gaze.
And although now I don't deny that that lovely girl attracted me, at those moments, I could sincerely empathize with them.
- It's actually several factors. But the most important thing is practice.andPractice? My wife has always admired my good memory. However, although it clearly has its advantages, it also has its disadvantages. In my particular case, I tend to suffer from episodes where, without wanting to, I relive past situations, both good and bad, along with the feelings I experienced back then. And while it seems like a brief interval to my wife, where I lightly freeze up, for me it's that I relive all those situations at once. Well, taking this consideration into account, when I started explaining it to Brenda, I triggered one of these episodes. I told her that when Marisol and I started our relationship, Marisol was fascinated with my penis, to the point where she would give me blowjobs every time she could. For me, at 28 years old and having a girlfriend who was this precious young girl 12 years younger than me, it filled me with insecurities and anxiety, thinking that when we eventually had sex, I wouldn't be able to satisfy her sexually.
Because of this reason, although I initially resisted the care of my future wife, that same concern forced me to take matters into my own hands, masturbating her every time it was possible for me.orMasturbating her? – Brenda asked, shocked by my words.
I nodded and continued with my story. It wasn't enough for me to just masturbate her until she came in various places like parks, cinemas, her bedroom, etc.
I also made sure to constantly lick her. At first, it bothered her as much as it did me, having my head and mouth in that sacred place of hers. But over time, I learned what turned her on and what were her most sensitive spots to bring her to orgasm, feeling completely satisfied when she ended up in my lips.
(Brenda started breathing heavily...)
Even when we lost our virginity together, my concern for Marisol not reaching orgasm didn't cease, as I gave her a vaginal egg similar to the one my wife had given her.
Although it bothered her at first, over time we were reaping great confidence, by yielding me the remote control of her orgasms and while Marisol recognized she was completely at my mercy, in reality, she used it just right and necessary to make her feel good.When that episode ended, I noticed Brenda's cheeks were intensely flushed, her shoulders tense, and her hands nervously entwined in the pubic area, with her gaze lost on the floor of the trash room.- But, on the other hand, I also had to start masturbating more myself. – I added, noticing her unease.
And again, I emphasize that I didn't do it out of morbidness, but as a reaction to having become the immature guy whom Marisol fell in love with.
When her celestial eyes looked at me, I confessed that at home, I would masturbate 3 to 5 times a day thinking about my girlfriend. Even, I also followed the advice from that funny movie, where they recommended masturbating before going on a date.
Marisol particularly loved it, as it meant she could suck me for longer. And when Marisol and I started living together, we explored our sexuality to a greater extent.orWhat does it mean? – she asked, clearly agitated and with her index finger very close to her mouth, in the same way that her mother does when she is extremely hot.
I insisted that at those moments I didn't feel lust, but rather I was doing it with the air of reviving those feelings.
I told him that back then we didn't just do it in the bedroom. We also did it in our living room, bathroom, and even on our university campus, since I was finishing my master's and Marisol was starting to study to be a history teacher.
In particular, that period was 'frustratingly addictive', since when I left my job, I had a few minutes to meet up with my girlfriend and do it before my graduate school classes started. What bothered me about it was that I had to do it quickly, even though I wanted to enjoy more and more of the caresses and kisses from my loved one, so many times it was violent and impulsive, filling me with remorse afterwards.However, those experiences allowed us to discover that Marisol also enjoyed harder and stronger sex.- And that Marisol gets hotter when she feels like they can surprise her enjoying sex, whether they see or listen to her.
(Whether they see or listen to her.)
When I said that, I suddenly snapped back into the present. Because in fact, I remembered it was Brenda's mother who complained because Marisol was making too much noise in the bedroom.
And what I saw was dazzling: Brenda's gaze also looked lost and bright-eyed, biting her lips. But what caught my attention most was that she had taken one of her breasts, caressing them at the base, while her other hand was clearly rummaging between her legs.
But I also noticed that her gaze kept drifting around my crotch, where I had a swollen erection.
- But the key is practice. – I said, applauding for her to return to her place. – The more they practice, the better the result will be.
Brenda tensed up, impulsively bringing her arms to her waist, as if she had been caught sleeping in class, causing her majestic breasts to shake for a couple of seconds.
- I hope that helped you.andMhm... yes... it's made me think a lot...- he replied, scratching his ear, but with his gaze losing itself at the height of my belt. While we were returning to the apartment, I thought that at least, given that Matt practices basketball constantly, he has good endurance... triggering my last episode of memories...
My mother-in-law really gave me a hard time with me. Reflected when I got to her door. Happy Christmas 2023!Next post
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