El destino me es propicio

The destination is rarely stingy with women who own themselves, who believe it's a myth that we only want sex with love, who assume that for us, as for men, sex is a lovely exchange of pleasure, not necessarily tied to any kind of love and in addition are blessed: they don't spare partners to have sex. It has been six months since my husband Martín underwent surgery and visiting him at the clinic made me meet a loving and attentive doctor named Roque. He entered the room, introduced himself, and during the routine check-up of the patient, he interjected intense and explicit looks at me like a cannibal dipping me in chimichurri. A few moments later, I held his gaze as it had caught my attention since I had been sexually inactive for several days - weeks - and my self-satisfaction was poor compensation. Tall and muscular, black hair, large dark brown eyes, long and curly eyelashes, prominent nose, large mouth, thick lips, muscular arms. My imagination and turmoil saw in his underwear a member proportional to his large hands: the whole promise was instant. He saw me and was attracted to me while I, perhaps due to the unease of having Martín in post-operative care, fixed on him delayed but no less interested. The final visit ended with a laconic verbal comment and an eloquent visual one. The two following afternoons, our four eyes continued talking monothematically: I'd love to put it in you! It would be good to have you inside me! But before leaving, he invited me, with a discreet gesture, to follow him. In the antechamber of the room, he spoke briefly about my husband's health and then showed interest in me and slid the first flatteries and veiled allusions to my obvious erotic privations. The second of the two afternoons, we sat on the sofa in the waiting area. I noticed that he didn't want the visit to end without getting down to business - he had taken one of my hands. In his hands, caressed on the cheek, flattered, undressed with a gaze... - I, nervous for Martín waiting awake, opted to leave. As he was leaving, he asked me for my cell phone number. I gave it to him and entered the room. While justifying, not without clumsiness, my tardiness and arranging Martin's sheet and blanket, I thought about how much I was attracted to and excited by the doc and how it would be a screw with him. I went to the toilet to prepare for the night. I took off my blouse, pants, and underwear. Sitting on the bidet, I masturbated for a good while, cleaned myself up, put on clean socks and undershirt, and a bathrobe. Martin was asleep - he was sedating him so his nights would be peaceful - When my cell phone rang, it was a WhatsApp from the doctor: he said how delighted he was to have chatted with me and how he would have liked to say goodbye today with a kiss. I imagined his thick lips on mine, felt like a current running through my body, going from my mouth down to my clitoris that began to dilate, and my underwear got wet - it was a sensation I hadn't felt in a long time. It's still today, if you're nearby, you're on time I replied, addressing him for the first time. I won't be late he delayed in responding, almost longer than it took him to open the antechamber door silently. There he was waiting for me, we smiled at each other, I approached and he kissed me. It was a long and intense kiss. We hugged each other and looked into the room: He's in Morpheus' arms and will be all night he murmured. We backed up a few steps and resumed our mouth-to-mouth contact, but he released my bathrobe belt and put his hands on the brooch of my undershirt, then his fingers caressed my breasts and nipples, I whispered my pleasure in his ear. He took my hand and led it to his swollen and hard bulge - I think he wasn't wearing boxers -. He pushed me against the sofa, finished taking off my bathrobe and undershirt, lowered the elastic, and my skirt went to my ankles, laid me down, finished undressing me - including shoes - and quick for the task had me on top of him. I perceived his gland in the threshold of my pussy. Neither had I seen it before and yet, deliciously, he was introducing his head into my cock, pushing and pulling me, I groaned as my skin stood on end, I asked him to put it all the way in until the bottom. He obeyed suddenly, I almost choked on my scream when feeling his delicious and enormous member, hard like a stake, filling me up to the most hidden depths. It started the in-and-out motion, softly and rhythmically at times, sometimes charging with impetus and full of passion, for several minutes until he began to lose control over himself, I whispered that he should give it to me harder, this excited him and caught me without mercy, I groaned, I almost said his name during the orgasm: - ¡Ahhhh! ¡Siiiii, Roque, sí, sí, siiiii- or something like that I shouted. He tried to silence me with a hand on my mouth, but didn't stop thrusting into me harder and harder each time. I felt the shots of several hot cum blasts deep inside me. - Don't scream like that, please. They'll hear it all the way in the clinic - he murmured while letting himself fall beside me. A kind of panic overcame me. I got up, grabbed my gown, put it on and peeked into the room. ¡Uffffff! Martín was still deeply asleep. I turned around to return to the sofa. Roque was dressed. He hugged me and bid farewell: - You were a podium contender. Fantastic! Graciasss!- He kissed me and said: - The nurse must be coming for the night check-up. Tomorrow I'll come with more time for... another trip to the stars. He didn't wait for my consent, after one last kiss and left. The next day he arrived 20 minutes after the closing of visiting hours. With the sedative that his professional visit had previously administered to Martín, he was more than asleep: re-asleep. The opening of the new session of pleasure sex was a copy of the previous day's: kisses, loss of gown and underwear, I lying on the sofa and taking off his medical uniform, he. But instead of penetrating me without further ado, he went down to my wet and swollen crotch and He buried his head there and between tongue lashes, bites, and finger intrusion, he ripped out a concert of sighs and moans until I was overwhelmed with pleasure and sat up, forcing him to sit down and revealing: a delicious and enormous member, hard as iron, red-headed pointing at the ceiling. It was the first time I appreciated it visually in all its splendor. I didn't hesitate for a moment and swallowed as much as I could, licked, sucked, savored, licked his testicles, I wanted to eat it all while looking at him with lust. I didn't last long playing: I asked him to put it in me. That night he caught me twice. We were almost three months of lovers. I had the feeling that he desired me more than carnal pleasure. It's not in my plans to break up with Martin.