My First Infidelity (Part 2)
Let's continue...
I had woken up, I don't remember exactly what time it was, I had slept quite well after getting touched (which wasn't usual, my relationship had made me numb over time). I hadn't dreamed anything that night.
When I opened my eyes, I couldn't stop thinking about him, just like I had felt the night before, things that I hadn't felt in a while, not just feeling desired, but being kissed with enthusiasm, and someone noticing my presence.
My husband, with whom I remember didn't have the best of relationships, hadn't consulted me about anything at all, not 'how was it?', 'what did you do?', 'did you have fun?', nothing, even though it was a treatment to which I was already accustomed, this bothered me. I don't know if I clarified this before, we weren't married, we only lived together and had a child in common, is this clarification valid, or rather he was my partner in reality, not my husband.
At one moment, at the beginning, we thought about getting married, but it's an idea that faded away with time.
In the end, I got up, and made some mate, ordered a bit of the kitchen, washed dishes, put laundry to wash, usual tasks for the weekend.
A while back my mother-in-law brought my son to me so I had breakfast with him. The times I stopped doing things, my mind would take me to think about him, I couldn't help it, also knew that given my situation, there were great chances he wouldn't contact me again, after all what would a good-looking and charming guy like him do with someone like me, without work, with a young son, husband, and I remember I felt ugly even though now I know I wasn't. I tried to get him out of my mind but couldn't.
I was expecting some teasing from my friends, something, any message, but apparently they were sleeping or didn't have credit, I reminded them it was the era of SMS.
I prepared something for lunch, my husband ate in silence watching TV, I cleared the table, washed the dishes. My husband started fixing a motorcycle with his cousin and I was left in the room with the TV on, between looking and thinking, more thinking than looking actually.
Now I remembered that I didn't have his cell phone number, I had only given him mine because I didn't want to send him messages, at the same time as I didn't want to do it so he wouldn't think me clingy, but since I didn't have his number, I couldn't do it.
Approximately, 2 pm, an SMS from an unknown number enters:
To tell this part, I need to invent fictional names, I'll call myself Ana, and him we'll call, ummm, Pablo.
I don't exactly remember the messages, since they were SMS and had to be summarized, but here's the idea of the messages:
Pablo: “Hello Ana, How are you? I am Pablo.”
I:Pablo, how are you, everything okay? I'm fine, just finished lunch...
Here we're still talking with a couple more messages, we're not talking about anything interesting, I think he wanted to make sure it was me who was on the phone and not someone else.
After it was obviously ensured that it was me and I also clarified to him that my husband didn't use or check my cell phone, he told me:
Pablo:I had a great time last night, I really enjoyed your kisses.
I from this side, blushed, my heart beat a little faster. I remember that in each message I smiled while answering, I didn't want anyone to see me because it was evident that something weird had happened.
I:Hehehe, I also liked them thanks to me.
I was dying to go back and kiss him again, to make him see everything, but I couldn't write that.
Pablo:I'd like to see you again sometime, if possible...
This x 2 haha: I on this side, blushed, the heart beat a little faster.
I:I would also like that.
Pablo:Does it seem to you tomorrow at any time?
This x 100: I on this side, blushed, the heart beat a little faster.
Yes, yes, I had many desires to see him, just to see him, to be with him, I didn't ask for anything more, not even to touch him, just to be with him and chat.
What happens is that I'm a mom and I don't always get to do what I want, I have responsibilities.
ITomorrow I can't, I have to take care of my son, I don't have anyone to leave him with.
Pablo:If you want, you can come with your son to take some mates, I live only with my older brother, who is never here.
I like that he includes my son, it seemed to me, maybe, a bit rushed, but showed he wanted to see me. Anyway, it seemed strange to me, I don't know, it scared me. I don't know why, maybe to avoid, I don't know, I responded this.
I:But I'm going to be with Anabella who's coming home in the afternoon (one of my friends from the pool, fictional name).
Pablo:No problem, come anyway.
Okay, to not make it too long, we coordinated to meet at 4 pm on Sunday. I was going with my son, and Anabella asked me if she could come along, as I didn't want to go alone. There wasn't a problem at my house, supposedly I was going to the park, and my husband also wasn't home that Sunday, so there wasn't an issue. I put on a tight jean to show off the little booty I had, a t-shirt, and shoes, I perfumed myself, and styled my hair. The whole morning of that day thinking about how the encounter would be and the uncertainty of bringing my son.
We arrived at the house, nice house, I lived in a residential area, rang the doorbell, I shy, she more cheeky.
He greeted us outside with a kiss on the cheek, he had divine perfume. I was already getting nervous.
It's rare, because when I wasn't with him, I wanted to take it and turn it around and around, but when he was near, I would eat a bad shyness and not even think about taking it!
We enter, they make us go to the dining room, while asking how we got there or how it went for us… I greet my son, he said something like how nice your son is, that made me happy. He put the kettle on, we sat down, we talked, we had brought bills. Nothing, nothing much happened that afternoon, we talked nonsense, about his work, my life, my friend also spoke, we talked about the pool, nothing, we got to know each other. He gave some toy cars to my son, who was playing on the floor while we chatted. His house inside, divine, tidy, you can tell he didn't have a child haha.
I'm more relaxed now, I wanted to eat her mouth up, everything she said and did was great, everything. But nothing, the situation obviously didn't give. My friend had to leave, so we left together. My friend, knowing me, probably knew that I was dying to give her a kiss, makes me wait again.
We say goodbye and she greets first, picks up my baby, opens the hallway door, and goes to the entrance, waiting for him to open that door, 'I'm waiting', she says, and leaves, leaving me alone with him inside.
Good bye he says (I had to open the door outside haha). And nothing, we ate each other's mouth badly, badly, badly, badly... Again with a wall behind me, I cornered him, I was happy again, I got hot again... He presses his body against mine, I burst into heat, I wanted to do everything to him, but my friend was waiting outside for us to leave. Beautiful kisses again, lips, lip bite, tongue, tongue until the end, a lot of heat, clearly he loved it, especially because we were stuck together and he felt his hard cock badly supported in my crotch. Again I started getting wet, again the nipples were extremely hard, please, what a lovely moment. Suddenly, he grabs me with both hands on the Booty, lifting me up a bit against the wall, and squeezing my tiny ass, I was caressing him on the back, his arms, uffff... I lost track of time, but it couldn't have lasted more than 5 minutes.
Okay, we finished reluctantly, and he said, 'okay, I'll open it', 'ok' I said.
He says to me, 'Wait until I leave you really hot and it will show', puts his hand in his pants and adjusts the package, I told him out of nowhere, 'I'm the same', so he understands that I also got turned on, I'm not made of wood haha. 'Ready' he says, and we go out, opens the door, says goodbye one more time, and we leave. I knew I had rekindled it and he with me.
My friend was riding with me and asked what's up, I told her everything, with all the details, she kept on riding with me. She got off at her stop, and I continued to my house.
And again the same story, my husband wasn't there this time, and my son had fallen asleep, I touched myself again, this time more calmly, already told how, don't want to bore them. The only difference is that now I imagined that scene we lived would have lasted 15 minutes longer, for example if he would've taken down his pants a little, made me take off my thong and grab me from behind against the wall, a quick one until I gave him all his cum, and with my friend and son 20 meters away, I know, sorry re slut jajaja, but good, just thoughts. Or that I would've taken down his pants to see his surely beautiful cock, sucked it all and quickly until he finished wherever because I had to leave fast. Or that he would suck my tits and bite them, and I'd be done with that, really wanted him to suck my tits... Or that he would take off my pants and suck me whole pussy, putting one of my legs on his shoulder, and make me cum just with his tongue.... It was all beautiful, thought about everything, ended up twice.
Enter a message...
Pablo:Did you arrive well? I had a great time, hope it happens again.
I:If I take a while, I had a great time, I'd like it to go very well for me too...
Pablo:Can I tell you something?
ISay it to me.
Pablo:You really got me hot wrong, the other day at the pool too, you left me with a boner...
The conversation had taken off to another level, if I was going that way, maybe it would show that I'm a slut, I don't know, I didn't want to come across too much of a slut, but the truth is it had happened to me before and I didn't know very well what to say or how much to tell.
It takes me a few minutes to respond, thinking exactly what to answer.
I:It also made me very hot (there were no emojis at that time).
Pablo:When you can, let me know and we'll meet up wherever you want or can, I can almost always if you warn me with some time.
I:ok I'm warning you, go ahead.
Left the ball on my side...
I went back to touching him, I ended up doing it for the third time, I couldn't wait to see him again...
The messages transmitted general ideas, in the era of SMS one tried to save characters and write half-cut or all in a message to save credit, therefore I had to modify them, if there were more or less messages, I don't remember them, I only remember the general thing
Let's continue...
I had woken up, I don't remember exactly what time it was, I had slept quite well after getting touched (which wasn't usual, my relationship had made me numb over time). I hadn't dreamed anything that night.
When I opened my eyes, I couldn't stop thinking about him, just like I had felt the night before, things that I hadn't felt in a while, not just feeling desired, but being kissed with enthusiasm, and someone noticing my presence.
My husband, with whom I remember didn't have the best of relationships, hadn't consulted me about anything at all, not 'how was it?', 'what did you do?', 'did you have fun?', nothing, even though it was a treatment to which I was already accustomed, this bothered me. I don't know if I clarified this before, we weren't married, we only lived together and had a child in common, is this clarification valid, or rather he was my partner in reality, not my husband.
At one moment, at the beginning, we thought about getting married, but it's an idea that faded away with time.
In the end, I got up, and made some mate, ordered a bit of the kitchen, washed dishes, put laundry to wash, usual tasks for the weekend.
A while back my mother-in-law brought my son to me so I had breakfast with him. The times I stopped doing things, my mind would take me to think about him, I couldn't help it, also knew that given my situation, there were great chances he wouldn't contact me again, after all what would a good-looking and charming guy like him do with someone like me, without work, with a young son, husband, and I remember I felt ugly even though now I know I wasn't. I tried to get him out of my mind but couldn't.
I was expecting some teasing from my friends, something, any message, but apparently they were sleeping or didn't have credit, I reminded them it was the era of SMS.
I prepared something for lunch, my husband ate in silence watching TV, I cleared the table, washed the dishes. My husband started fixing a motorcycle with his cousin and I was left in the room with the TV on, between looking and thinking, more thinking than looking actually.
Now I remembered that I didn't have his cell phone number, I had only given him mine because I didn't want to send him messages, at the same time as I didn't want to do it so he wouldn't think me clingy, but since I didn't have his number, I couldn't do it.
Approximately, 2 pm, an SMS from an unknown number enters:
To tell this part, I need to invent fictional names, I'll call myself Ana, and him we'll call, ummm, Pablo.
I don't exactly remember the messages, since they were SMS and had to be summarized, but here's the idea of the messages:
Pablo: “Hello Ana, How are you? I am Pablo.”
I:Pablo, how are you, everything okay? I'm fine, just finished lunch...
Here we're still talking with a couple more messages, we're not talking about anything interesting, I think he wanted to make sure it was me who was on the phone and not someone else.
After it was obviously ensured that it was me and I also clarified to him that my husband didn't use or check my cell phone, he told me:
Pablo:I had a great time last night, I really enjoyed your kisses.
I from this side, blushed, my heart beat a little faster. I remember that in each message I smiled while answering, I didn't want anyone to see me because it was evident that something weird had happened.
I:Hehehe, I also liked them thanks to me.
I was dying to go back and kiss him again, to make him see everything, but I couldn't write that.
Pablo:I'd like to see you again sometime, if possible...
This x 2 haha: I on this side, blushed, the heart beat a little faster.
I:I would also like that.
Pablo:Does it seem to you tomorrow at any time?
This x 100: I on this side, blushed, the heart beat a little faster.
Yes, yes, I had many desires to see him, just to see him, to be with him, I didn't ask for anything more, not even to touch him, just to be with him and chat.
What happens is that I'm a mom and I don't always get to do what I want, I have responsibilities.
ITomorrow I can't, I have to take care of my son, I don't have anyone to leave him with.
Pablo:If you want, you can come with your son to take some mates, I live only with my older brother, who is never here.
I like that he includes my son, it seemed to me, maybe, a bit rushed, but showed he wanted to see me. Anyway, it seemed strange to me, I don't know, it scared me. I don't know why, maybe to avoid, I don't know, I responded this.
I:But I'm going to be with Anabella who's coming home in the afternoon (one of my friends from the pool, fictional name).
Pablo:No problem, come anyway.
Okay, to not make it too long, we coordinated to meet at 4 pm on Sunday. I was going with my son, and Anabella asked me if she could come along, as I didn't want to go alone. There wasn't a problem at my house, supposedly I was going to the park, and my husband also wasn't home that Sunday, so there wasn't an issue. I put on a tight jean to show off the little booty I had, a t-shirt, and shoes, I perfumed myself, and styled my hair. The whole morning of that day thinking about how the encounter would be and the uncertainty of bringing my son.
We arrived at the house, nice house, I lived in a residential area, rang the doorbell, I shy, she more cheeky.
He greeted us outside with a kiss on the cheek, he had divine perfume. I was already getting nervous.
It's rare, because when I wasn't with him, I wanted to take it and turn it around and around, but when he was near, I would eat a bad shyness and not even think about taking it!
We enter, they make us go to the dining room, while asking how we got there or how it went for us… I greet my son, he said something like how nice your son is, that made me happy. He put the kettle on, we sat down, we talked, we had brought bills. Nothing, nothing much happened that afternoon, we talked nonsense, about his work, my life, my friend also spoke, we talked about the pool, nothing, we got to know each other. He gave some toy cars to my son, who was playing on the floor while we chatted. His house inside, divine, tidy, you can tell he didn't have a child haha.
I'm more relaxed now, I wanted to eat her mouth up, everything she said and did was great, everything. But nothing, the situation obviously didn't give. My friend had to leave, so we left together. My friend, knowing me, probably knew that I was dying to give her a kiss, makes me wait again.
We say goodbye and she greets first, picks up my baby, opens the hallway door, and goes to the entrance, waiting for him to open that door, 'I'm waiting', she says, and leaves, leaving me alone with him inside.
Good bye he says (I had to open the door outside haha). And nothing, we ate each other's mouth badly, badly, badly, badly... Again with a wall behind me, I cornered him, I was happy again, I got hot again... He presses his body against mine, I burst into heat, I wanted to do everything to him, but my friend was waiting outside for us to leave. Beautiful kisses again, lips, lip bite, tongue, tongue until the end, a lot of heat, clearly he loved it, especially because we were stuck together and he felt his hard cock badly supported in my crotch. Again I started getting wet, again the nipples were extremely hard, please, what a lovely moment. Suddenly, he grabs me with both hands on the Booty, lifting me up a bit against the wall, and squeezing my tiny ass, I was caressing him on the back, his arms, uffff... I lost track of time, but it couldn't have lasted more than 5 minutes.
Okay, we finished reluctantly, and he said, 'okay, I'll open it', 'ok' I said.
He says to me, 'Wait until I leave you really hot and it will show', puts his hand in his pants and adjusts the package, I told him out of nowhere, 'I'm the same', so he understands that I also got turned on, I'm not made of wood haha. 'Ready' he says, and we go out, opens the door, says goodbye one more time, and we leave. I knew I had rekindled it and he with me.
My friend was riding with me and asked what's up, I told her everything, with all the details, she kept on riding with me. She got off at her stop, and I continued to my house.
And again the same story, my husband wasn't there this time, and my son had fallen asleep, I touched myself again, this time more calmly, already told how, don't want to bore them. The only difference is that now I imagined that scene we lived would have lasted 15 minutes longer, for example if he would've taken down his pants a little, made me take off my thong and grab me from behind against the wall, a quick one until I gave him all his cum, and with my friend and son 20 meters away, I know, sorry re slut jajaja, but good, just thoughts. Or that I would've taken down his pants to see his surely beautiful cock, sucked it all and quickly until he finished wherever because I had to leave fast. Or that he would suck my tits and bite them, and I'd be done with that, really wanted him to suck my tits... Or that he would take off my pants and suck me whole pussy, putting one of my legs on his shoulder, and make me cum just with his tongue.... It was all beautiful, thought about everything, ended up twice.
Enter a message...
Pablo:Did you arrive well? I had a great time, hope it happens again.
I:If I take a while, I had a great time, I'd like it to go very well for me too...
Pablo:Can I tell you something?
ISay it to me.
Pablo:You really got me hot wrong, the other day at the pool too, you left me with a boner...
The conversation had taken off to another level, if I was going that way, maybe it would show that I'm a slut, I don't know, I didn't want to come across too much of a slut, but the truth is it had happened to me before and I didn't know very well what to say or how much to tell.
It takes me a few minutes to respond, thinking exactly what to answer.
I:It also made me very hot (there were no emojis at that time).
Pablo:When you can, let me know and we'll meet up wherever you want or can, I can almost always if you warn me with some time.
I:ok I'm warning you, go ahead.
Left the ball on my side...
I went back to touching him, I ended up doing it for the third time, I couldn't wait to see him again...
The messages transmitted general ideas, in the era of SMS one tried to save characters and write half-cut or all in a message to save credit, therefore I had to modify them, if there were more or less messages, I don't remember them, I only remember the general thing
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