My sweet and innocent Wife
Hello, how are you? This time I will tell the story of how I tried to bring my darkest fantasies to life with my sweet and innocent wife. My name is Lorenzo, just like my father, and just like my grandfather, from whom I not only inherited the name but also a concession for cars that my grandfather founded many years ago. This allowed my family to have an excellent living throughout the years, so much so that my father opened a new luxury car dealership in a well-known seaside city in Buenos Aires, where we settled and I was enrolled at one of the most recognized and exclusive schools in the country from a young age. There wasn't a single student who wasn't directly related to a millionaire. An Elite school. For my part, I never felt like part of that crew and really had an unsatisfactory stay at the institute, at least during my early years, everything changed when I met Ludmila, my wife. She entered the institution when her family decided to move from Córdoba to Buenos Aires at the age of 14, her father was a great textile entrepreneur. Not long after her arrival, we started dating and never separated again. She came from a branch of the institute that had in its province of origin, so they had instilled the same values in us. The institute was known for its excellent standard of education, as well as its devout religious culture and all that comes with it, especially chastity and punishments towards attitudes considered sinful. At 23 years old, after 9 years of dating, we got married, believe me or not, we arrived at the wedding virgins, which was also one of the reasons why we decided to get married young. After finishing school, my father gave me the opportunity to take over the car dealership, as he was in a very deteriorated state of health, so rapidly I took charge and two years later I was managing the five branches we had in the country. My father died shortly after, while my mother had passed away about five years earlier. As the only unique grandson, I inherited everything, counting on all the economic guarantees to propose marriage to Ludmila, which was a fundamental requirement for our parents to accept our marriage.
She had a very tough childhood, being the eldest of three sisters, Ludmila took on all the pressure her mother put on her. Elvira, my mother-in-law, was a graduate of the institute and carried the college's principles marked in fire, so she always oppressed her in every possible way. The school was characterized by its strong practice of worship, offering tributes, masses, and other things; for them, sex was only for conception, so they imagined how difficult it could be for teenagers to attend that institution.
Petticoats up to the ankles, the shirts and shorts of the school couldn't mark the figure of the students, and a countless number of rules that only generated desires to break them.
Ludmila is the owner of a very beautiful body, long chestnut hair that she usually ties with a prolix rodent, a beautiful face, smooth skin covered in lovely freckles, lovely legs, and incredible breasts, which are crowned with very biteable nipples, but for her it was just punishment. From a young age, I developed a prominent bust, and this earned me some teasing during my childhood, added to the pressure from my mother-in-law to hide it, as she considered them coarse and promoted male lust. I really suffered, even during our engagement, I gave her a lot of shame that I would see or touch them, since although we arrived at marriage virgins, it's not like we had never done some sexual mischief without penetration.
In broad strokes, this is how our story began, today with 41 years old, we form a beautiful family, together with our adolescent son Fermin, who also attends the institute due to pressure from his maternal grandparents and Ludmila, being an exemplary student with high grades in each subject, but with certain difficulties for socializing. The three of us live in a luxurious house inside one of the most exclusive countries in the city.
Let me tell you a little about our intimacy, if I had to describe it with a word, I would say it is null. Practically we have no sex. My mind usually is occupied with work, added to this, I am not endowed with a great member, nor even a normal one, rather small and the reality is that we have had many difficulties throughout the years to achieve Ludmila enjoying sex, in fact, I have serious doubts whether she has ever felt an orgasm. She is a woman with many taboos regarding sex, the sum of all these conditions led to this facet of the couple fading away. Premature menopause diagnosed some years ago finally buried our intimacy practically. Despite being a beautiful woman, Ludmila never felt that way, as I somehow always hid her natural sensuality, her self-esteem was very low and my little sexual desire accentuated that thought.
However, we are a couple who love each other deeply, only there is no sex practically. We have even made couple therapy, but it didn't work either. We had gotten used to living like this, and really we were fine, or at least we convinced ourselves...
Current situation
November, Saturday morning. We received the news that my mother-in-law had passed away, she had been hospitalized for a few days so my wife had been little to nothing at home until they finally called us from the clinic. It was a very sad news for her, in some way she felt relieved, as if a great weight on her back had been removed. During the subsequent days, the pain of her mother's death... mother was diminishing as her relief was increasing. It wasn't until a couple of weeks had passed that some knocks on our door would change our lives vertiginously... I was working from home that day, checking some sales on the computer, until Ludmila entered the room where I found her. Lud:- love, sorry to bother you, but... don't know what just happened to me. Yo:- if love, listen to the door, who was it? Lud:- Bastián's mom (he was our son's best friend from a few years ago, he had entered school, coming from France) Yo:- what did she want? Lud:- she brought this... (opened her hands and there was something like a black handkerchief) Yo:- what is that? Lud:- (opens it) a bra love Yo:- do you give me a bra? Like this? Without a box? Lud:- no love, you don't understand, my bra (I looked at it to understand nothing)... is mine this bra, she found it in Bastián's room, I wouldn't have brought it, but she saw the mark, realized it was from the bras, and well... she brought it, gave me a lot of shame... told me he had punished her and that surely for a long time he wouldn't come home again... Bastian was a young boy with red hair, clear eyes, medium stature, was a quiet boy but quite pillo, got along well with our son, came to the house every other day, his family also lives in the country. Yo:- I don't understand much of what happened love, but it's good you recovered (I turned around and continued working) No, I hadn't listened carefully to what she was telling me, while she was talking I thought about the sales I had been controlling. It wasn't until the afternoon, after work, when I went to take a bath that I remembered her words. And then, I fell... somehow I got very excited, very much, didn't know why, but I had to masturbate, not once, but twice. It had been months, or maybe years since I last did it... later, after the shower, I continued as usual, thinking that the event would stay there and that at the other... day, everything would go back to normality, but it wasn't like that... I woke up with a great erection and a very strong desire to masturbate again. I tried to think of something else, and I went to the dealership. It was a long day, with a lot of work, but... my wife was somewhere else.
Although Lula (Ludmila's nickname) didn't quite understand what she was doing in Bastián's room, I knew exactly what the boy had done, and instead of bothering me or giving me jealousy, it excited me a lot. That afternoon, I waited to be alone at the dealership, searched for internet, and discovered that it was a pretty common practice than one would imagine. Exciting myself with others wanting my wife? I discovered the Cuckold, masturbated 2 times reading stories and imagining Bastián in my wife's underwear. Would I be willing to do something like this? Regardless of my answer, I knew Ludmila would never accept it. At least not if she was directly asked, but maybe I could take the situation with Bastián and his intimate clothes to another level... What am I thinking? I told myself, quickly settled in, turned everything off, and went home.
For the following weeks, I found it impossible to think of anything else, staying late at the office every day since at home it was difficult to maintain intimacy, Ludmila doesn't work, receives royalties from my companies for nothing, and is practically there all day. So the dealership was my escape, where every day I read stories, watched videos, and imagined my wife in increasingly hot situations. I was becoming addicted to this, and the desire to see her with another man increased every day. Anyone would die for those breasts, I thought every afternoon.
On the other hand, Bastián had stopped coming since that day, and the chances of something happening again were nil, so I decided to talk to Lula.
Me: love (she was in the kitchen preparing something)
I had started seeing my wife with different eyes, But I was masturbating so much in the office that when I got home my sexual desire was exhausted, plus the frustration of not satisfying it was pushing me away from sex with her.
Lud: Hi, love, you're here! Tell me...
Me: You know I've noticed lately that Fer (our son) is very apathetic, will it be because of his friend Bastián?
Lud: Yes, I also wanted to say, since he doesn't come over anymore, I notice it badly, plus he told me he barely talks to him at school...
Me: Yes, because you don't talk to the mother, so she'll scold him, that's just typical of teenagers, not worth getting worked up about, as long as he gives him a chance.
Lud: Yes, you're right, I'll call her tomorrow and tell her, it's been several days... How was your day at work?
Me: Fine, love. Everything is okay.
The first step had been taken, all that remained was for the mother to accept.
The next day I came home late from the car dealership, when I arrived I found out that Bastián had come back and would be staying for dinner. My son was another person, very happy, and obviously my wife was too, seeing her son's happiness, she wouldn't do anything for our son.
With Bastián back at home, I started alternating days when I went to the office. I'd stay to see if something happened, but clearly the mother of the boy had an effect... until one day, I found myself on the computer and Ludmila interrupted me with a worried face.
Lud: Lorenzo!
Me: What's wrong love? Why that face?
Lud: He did it again!
Me: What? What are you talking about?
Lud: I saw Bastián leaving our bedroom, I went to the bathroom (we have an en-suite) and my underwear was missing...
Me: And Bastián? Where is he now?
Lud: When I came down, he had already left (our bedroom is on the first floor), if the mother finds out she'll kill him, what worries me most is Fer who will be left without his friend... I don't understand why he does it...
Me: How do you not understand love?
The innocence and naivety of my wife are as great as her breasts. what does he want my underwear for? Is he going to sell them?? I:- (laughing a little) love, it's obvious why he wants them, he masturbates with your underwear Lud:- what? (she turned pale) I:- love, don't get upset like that, the boy is at that age Lud:- but I'm a big woman, I could be his mother... I:- but you're not, and you're a beautiful woman... Lud:- I don't understand, it's too much information for me, what are we going to do?? (she looked annoyed) I:- the only thing that comes to mind is talking to him... Lud:- huh? Look, he doesn't know his mother talks to me and he sent the underwear back... I:- but there's no other option, we have to tell him to return it, otherwise Fermín will be the one who suffers most if they find out again (I knew that was her weak point) Lud:- but what if talking to him goes badly? There's nothing we can do (she was entering a panic) I:- I'd talk to him, but it would be very uncomfortable, the only thing that comes to mind is for you to talk to him, tell him to return it and find something to do here, but don't bring anything of yours home... Lud:- are you crazy?? Am I going to tell the boy to masturbate at home with my clothes? I:- not exactly like that, not so direct, besides it's our son... obviously I don't like the idea (lie), but he's his only friend... if they find out, he'll never see him again Lud:- oh God, I don't know what to do, I need to think... I:- we have to resolve this quickly, try to talk to him in the morning, think about Fermín... (another low blow) She looked at me, knowing she didn't have many options if she wanted to keep our son's friendship. The next morning Ludmila told me she would talk to Bastián that afternoon... That day I had to go to the dealership, but as soon as I could, I turned back home, wanting to know what had happened. When I got home, Ludmila told me she had talked to him, that at first he had been scared thinking he was going to be accused by his mother, but the solution we had found had made his eyes shine. directly?
Lud:- You've lost your mind? How did you come up with that? I told him I didn't know why he was using them, but please don't take them home, because if Mom finds out again they'll be severely punished.
I:- And what did he say?
Lud:- I tried to say something, but he interrupted me and said whatever he had to do, he'd do it here at home. He didn't say anything and left with her.
We both stayed silent for a few seconds...
Lud:- Love, don't you understand? Is that really what you do? Why?
I:- You're a beautiful woman, you can't see because your mom always oppressed you, and partly also because I could never be the man you needed, but... she's not here anymore, you should have more confidence in yourself, even it would be time to change your image...
Lud:- Eh?... First, don't say that, you're everything I need, sex isn't important to me and you know it, and second, what are you referring to?
I:- Yes, every time we went shopping you showed me a ton of clothes you'd like to wear, but never had the courage because of your mom...
Lud:- But I'm already grown up for that, my train has passed
I:- Your train hasn't passed anything, look at how you're sighing with your friends' boyfriends (she smiled) because we're not going shopping on Saturday and changing clothes?
Lud:- (doubtful) I don't know, I'll think about it, do you notice something different about me lately? Is something wrong?
I:- No love, but all this made me open my eyes again and realize the beautiful woman I have beside me.
At that moment we merged into a kiss, like we hadn't done in years, we seemed like two teenagers, but...... Fermin interrupted us entering with his friend, and quickly the small fire went out.
I had come to dinner with Miranda, her best friend since kindergarten. She was a young woman with light brown hair, delicate features, a round face, very beautiful and nice, she was the captain of the hockey team at school. Her personality was very lively, very energetic, the opposite of Fermin, I understand that's why they complementaban so well. She and Bastián are her only friends.
Fermin: - Mom! What are they doing? They're already grown... What are we going to eat?
Ah, our hot moment of the day had completely dissipated that night, as Ludmila stayed watching a movie with the guys, so nothing happened between us... I went to sleep thinking about what would happen when Bastián came home.
Those days, for different reasons, the boy couldn't come home, he arrived on Saturday, so I took advantage of it to insist on Ludmila making purchases, at first I doubted a lot but once we entered the first store, everything fell into place. We bought many things, the complete change of wardrobe, it's that way that the bank called me several times due to the expenses we were charging on the card. In each one of the stores, the saleswomen became dazed with Lula's change, they couldn't believe how her body, the big guy according to their words, dressed like a lady, my wife gave them much shame because she wasn't used to receiving flattery and even less from women. Definitely a new Ludmila had been born that day, at least in terms of clothing.
The Before and After
During the following days, Bastian kept coming back, and besides, more often than usual, at first the situation had been very uncomfortable, my wife would leave her panties in a small box on a dresser in the guest bathroom waiting for Bastian to come so she could satisfy his desires. It was very evident when he did it that he would take his time and when he left his cheeks were very flushed. I, on the other hand, every afternoon that this happened would masturbate during my bath, imagining different situations, while Ludmila tried not to think about the topic, as always, her defense mechanism was to ignore things, so we had normalized it in a certain way, but another small incident could change the situation radically...
That evening Bastian had been there for longer than usual when leaving, he took advantage of Lula being alone in the kitchen to talk to her...
Bas: - Ma'am... (referring to Ludmila, always calling her that, the boy was extremely respectful beyond his mischief)
Lud: - I already told you not to call me that, it makes me feel older than I am (she spoke as if nothing had happened, the power of abstraction is enormous, she could make it seem like nothing was happening in the bathroom)
Bas: - What...I wanted to say something but I'm a little embarrassed...
Lud: - (her expression changed slightly, trying to hide it, imagining where the topic might be going) Tell me, Bastian, what's up?
Bas: - You always leave new panties in the bathroom for me, scented, like they've just been washed...
Lud: - (not understanding where he was going) Yes, of course, what's this about Bastian...
Bas: - Bu.. good... I don't know how to say it, but I prefer the others... (it was a bold request, the heat of the moment probably gave him enough courage to make such a claim)
Lud: - (trying to process what he wanted, barely understanding it) Ehhh, I don't know, let me see if? (she needed to talk about it with me, as she couldn't decipher the young man's request)
Bastian nodded his head, It was until the bathroom to leave the bombacha in the box and returned to the living room with Fermín to play on PlayStation.
She quickly went up to my office to tell me everything...
Her face was absolute concern, she was totally disheveled didn't understand what the young man wanted...
Me: Love, I know this is costing you a lot, there were many changes in a short time, but don't get so upset...
She had to sit down on my chair, it seemed like she had gotten too little pressure...
Me: The boy says he prefers others, referring to those not recently washed, wants the one you're wearing...
Lud: (Opened his eyes like two gold coins) What?? This guy is sick, it's disgusting...
Me: Love, calm down, it's normal what he wants, something of age, boys today are different from us, we were raised in a bubble, arrived virgins to get married love, that's impossible today... I understand if you don't want to give it, but what Bastián might do scares me, obviously what you gave him until now doesn't serve him anymore, we don't know what he's capable of... and if the mother finds out something will be a terrible blow for Fermín.
Lud: (Was between the sword and the wall) What are we going to do? Just today I went out for a walk with Frida (our Poodle), must be a dirty bombacha (making faces of disgust)
Me: Love (while taking her by the shoulders) what matters here is our son (and my fantasies, thought) take off the one you're wearing and that's it, but tell him it won't be something every day. Let him know that.
Ludmila got up, she was wearing an orange sweater and a very tight brown/beige pants (some of her new outfits), began to take it off, she had a little vedetina on. Blanca, very delicate, I took it off, little Suconchita had some hairs, it gave me so much tenderness and morbidness at the same time. It was extremely exciting...
I saw her with her sweater on and naked underneath, it excited me as many times in my life, she put her clothes back on, the fact that she hadn't put on a new bra got me too hot, I took a deep breath and went out where the boys were... I was very happy, although undoubtedly, she couldn't know. When Bastián saw my wife appear on stage, he invented an excuse and headed towards the bathroom door as if waiting for the gift that my wife would bring. Ludmila went to him, I was spying from the stairs... with a lot of shame, she took her bra out of her pocket and gave it to him without saying a word... you could tell from a distance how his hands were trembling, instinctively the young man barely took the gift and sniffed it, turned around and quickly went into the bathroom... Ludmila saw that and was left in shock.... I hope you've enjoyed the start of this new story, I'll be publishing the next parts when I reach 2500 points on the post, that way I'll know if the story is to your liking! Have a good weekend!
She had a very tough childhood, being the eldest of three sisters, Ludmila took on all the pressure her mother put on her. Elvira, my mother-in-law, was a graduate of the institute and carried the college's principles marked in fire, so she always oppressed her in every possible way. The school was characterized by its strong practice of worship, offering tributes, masses, and other things; for them, sex was only for conception, so they imagined how difficult it could be for teenagers to attend that institution.
Petticoats up to the ankles, the shirts and shorts of the school couldn't mark the figure of the students, and a countless number of rules that only generated desires to break them.
Ludmila is the owner of a very beautiful body, long chestnut hair that she usually ties with a prolix rodent, a beautiful face, smooth skin covered in lovely freckles, lovely legs, and incredible breasts, which are crowned with very biteable nipples, but for her it was just punishment. From a young age, I developed a prominent bust, and this earned me some teasing during my childhood, added to the pressure from my mother-in-law to hide it, as she considered them coarse and promoted male lust. I really suffered, even during our engagement, I gave her a lot of shame that I would see or touch them, since although we arrived at marriage virgins, it's not like we had never done some sexual mischief without penetration.
In broad strokes, this is how our story began, today with 41 years old, we form a beautiful family, together with our adolescent son Fermin, who also attends the institute due to pressure from his maternal grandparents and Ludmila, being an exemplary student with high grades in each subject, but with certain difficulties for socializing. The three of us live in a luxurious house inside one of the most exclusive countries in the city.
Let me tell you a little about our intimacy, if I had to describe it with a word, I would say it is null. Practically we have no sex. My mind usually is occupied with work, added to this, I am not endowed with a great member, nor even a normal one, rather small and the reality is that we have had many difficulties throughout the years to achieve Ludmila enjoying sex, in fact, I have serious doubts whether she has ever felt an orgasm. She is a woman with many taboos regarding sex, the sum of all these conditions led to this facet of the couple fading away. Premature menopause diagnosed some years ago finally buried our intimacy practically. Despite being a beautiful woman, Ludmila never felt that way, as I somehow always hid her natural sensuality, her self-esteem was very low and my little sexual desire accentuated that thought.
However, we are a couple who love each other deeply, only there is no sex practically. We have even made couple therapy, but it didn't work either. We had gotten used to living like this, and really we were fine, or at least we convinced ourselves...
Current situation
November, Saturday morning. We received the news that my mother-in-law had passed away, she had been hospitalized for a few days so my wife had been little to nothing at home until they finally called us from the clinic. It was a very sad news for her, in some way she felt relieved, as if a great weight on her back had been removed. During the subsequent days, the pain of her mother's death... mother was diminishing as her relief was increasing. It wasn't until a couple of weeks had passed that some knocks on our door would change our lives vertiginously... I was working from home that day, checking some sales on the computer, until Ludmila entered the room where I found her. Lud:- love, sorry to bother you, but... don't know what just happened to me. Yo:- if love, listen to the door, who was it? Lud:- Bastián's mom (he was our son's best friend from a few years ago, he had entered school, coming from France) Yo:- what did she want? Lud:- she brought this... (opened her hands and there was something like a black handkerchief) Yo:- what is that? Lud:- (opens it) a bra love Yo:- do you give me a bra? Like this? Without a box? Lud:- no love, you don't understand, my bra (I looked at it to understand nothing)... is mine this bra, she found it in Bastián's room, I wouldn't have brought it, but she saw the mark, realized it was from the bras, and well... she brought it, gave me a lot of shame... told me he had punished her and that surely for a long time he wouldn't come home again... Bastian was a young boy with red hair, clear eyes, medium stature, was a quiet boy but quite pillo, got along well with our son, came to the house every other day, his family also lives in the country. Yo:- I don't understand much of what happened love, but it's good you recovered (I turned around and continued working) No, I hadn't listened carefully to what she was telling me, while she was talking I thought about the sales I had been controlling. It wasn't until the afternoon, after work, when I went to take a bath that I remembered her words. And then, I fell... somehow I got very excited, very much, didn't know why, but I had to masturbate, not once, but twice. It had been months, or maybe years since I last did it... later, after the shower, I continued as usual, thinking that the event would stay there and that at the other... day, everything would go back to normality, but it wasn't like that... I woke up with a great erection and a very strong desire to masturbate again. I tried to think of something else, and I went to the dealership. It was a long day, with a lot of work, but... my wife was somewhere else.
Although Lula (Ludmila's nickname) didn't quite understand what she was doing in Bastián's room, I knew exactly what the boy had done, and instead of bothering me or giving me jealousy, it excited me a lot. That afternoon, I waited to be alone at the dealership, searched for internet, and discovered that it was a pretty common practice than one would imagine. Exciting myself with others wanting my wife? I discovered the Cuckold, masturbated 2 times reading stories and imagining Bastián in my wife's underwear. Would I be willing to do something like this? Regardless of my answer, I knew Ludmila would never accept it. At least not if she was directly asked, but maybe I could take the situation with Bastián and his intimate clothes to another level... What am I thinking? I told myself, quickly settled in, turned everything off, and went home.
For the following weeks, I found it impossible to think of anything else, staying late at the office every day since at home it was difficult to maintain intimacy, Ludmila doesn't work, receives royalties from my companies for nothing, and is practically there all day. So the dealership was my escape, where every day I read stories, watched videos, and imagined my wife in increasingly hot situations. I was becoming addicted to this, and the desire to see her with another man increased every day. Anyone would die for those breasts, I thought every afternoon.
On the other hand, Bastián had stopped coming since that day, and the chances of something happening again were nil, so I decided to talk to Lula.
Me: love (she was in the kitchen preparing something)
I had started seeing my wife with different eyes, But I was masturbating so much in the office that when I got home my sexual desire was exhausted, plus the frustration of not satisfying it was pushing me away from sex with her.
Lud: Hi, love, you're here! Tell me...
Me: You know I've noticed lately that Fer (our son) is very apathetic, will it be because of his friend Bastián?
Lud: Yes, I also wanted to say, since he doesn't come over anymore, I notice it badly, plus he told me he barely talks to him at school...
Me: Yes, because you don't talk to the mother, so she'll scold him, that's just typical of teenagers, not worth getting worked up about, as long as he gives him a chance.
Lud: Yes, you're right, I'll call her tomorrow and tell her, it's been several days... How was your day at work?
Me: Fine, love. Everything is okay.
The first step had been taken, all that remained was for the mother to accept.
The next day I came home late from the car dealership, when I arrived I found out that Bastián had come back and would be staying for dinner. My son was another person, very happy, and obviously my wife was too, seeing her son's happiness, she wouldn't do anything for our son.
With Bastián back at home, I started alternating days when I went to the office. I'd stay to see if something happened, but clearly the mother of the boy had an effect... until one day, I found myself on the computer and Ludmila interrupted me with a worried face.
Lud: Lorenzo!
Me: What's wrong love? Why that face?
Lud: He did it again!
Me: What? What are you talking about?
Lud: I saw Bastián leaving our bedroom, I went to the bathroom (we have an en-suite) and my underwear was missing...
Me: And Bastián? Where is he now?
Lud: When I came down, he had already left (our bedroom is on the first floor), if the mother finds out she'll kill him, what worries me most is Fer who will be left without his friend... I don't understand why he does it...
Me: How do you not understand love?
The innocence and naivety of my wife are as great as her breasts. what does he want my underwear for? Is he going to sell them?? I:- (laughing a little) love, it's obvious why he wants them, he masturbates with your underwear Lud:- what? (she turned pale) I:- love, don't get upset like that, the boy is at that age Lud:- but I'm a big woman, I could be his mother... I:- but you're not, and you're a beautiful woman... Lud:- I don't understand, it's too much information for me, what are we going to do?? (she looked annoyed) I:- the only thing that comes to mind is talking to him... Lud:- huh? Look, he doesn't know his mother talks to me and he sent the underwear back... I:- but there's no other option, we have to tell him to return it, otherwise Fermín will be the one who suffers most if they find out again (I knew that was her weak point) Lud:- but what if talking to him goes badly? There's nothing we can do (she was entering a panic) I:- I'd talk to him, but it would be very uncomfortable, the only thing that comes to mind is for you to talk to him, tell him to return it and find something to do here, but don't bring anything of yours home... Lud:- are you crazy?? Am I going to tell the boy to masturbate at home with my clothes? I:- not exactly like that, not so direct, besides it's our son... obviously I don't like the idea (lie), but he's his only friend... if they find out, he'll never see him again Lud:- oh God, I don't know what to do, I need to think... I:- we have to resolve this quickly, try to talk to him in the morning, think about Fermín... (another low blow) She looked at me, knowing she didn't have many options if she wanted to keep our son's friendship. The next morning Ludmila told me she would talk to Bastián that afternoon... That day I had to go to the dealership, but as soon as I could, I turned back home, wanting to know what had happened. When I got home, Ludmila told me she had talked to him, that at first he had been scared thinking he was going to be accused by his mother, but the solution we had found had made his eyes shine. directly?
Lud:- You've lost your mind? How did you come up with that? I told him I didn't know why he was using them, but please don't take them home, because if Mom finds out again they'll be severely punished.
I:- And what did he say?
Lud:- I tried to say something, but he interrupted me and said whatever he had to do, he'd do it here at home. He didn't say anything and left with her.
We both stayed silent for a few seconds...
Lud:- Love, don't you understand? Is that really what you do? Why?
I:- You're a beautiful woman, you can't see because your mom always oppressed you, and partly also because I could never be the man you needed, but... she's not here anymore, you should have more confidence in yourself, even it would be time to change your image...
Lud:- Eh?... First, don't say that, you're everything I need, sex isn't important to me and you know it, and second, what are you referring to?
I:- Yes, every time we went shopping you showed me a ton of clothes you'd like to wear, but never had the courage because of your mom...
Lud:- But I'm already grown up for that, my train has passed
I:- Your train hasn't passed anything, look at how you're sighing with your friends' boyfriends (she smiled) because we're not going shopping on Saturday and changing clothes?
Lud:- (doubtful) I don't know, I'll think about it, do you notice something different about me lately? Is something wrong?
I:- No love, but all this made me open my eyes again and realize the beautiful woman I have beside me.
At that moment we merged into a kiss, like we hadn't done in years, we seemed like two teenagers, but...... Fermin interrupted us entering with his friend, and quickly the small fire went out.
I had come to dinner with Miranda, her best friend since kindergarten. She was a young woman with light brown hair, delicate features, a round face, very beautiful and nice, she was the captain of the hockey team at school. Her personality was very lively, very energetic, the opposite of Fermin, I understand that's why they complementaban so well. She and Bastián are her only friends.
Fermin: - Mom! What are they doing? They're already grown... What are we going to eat?
Ah, our hot moment of the day had completely dissipated that night, as Ludmila stayed watching a movie with the guys, so nothing happened between us... I went to sleep thinking about what would happen when Bastián came home.
Those days, for different reasons, the boy couldn't come home, he arrived on Saturday, so I took advantage of it to insist on Ludmila making purchases, at first I doubted a lot but once we entered the first store, everything fell into place. We bought many things, the complete change of wardrobe, it's that way that the bank called me several times due to the expenses we were charging on the card. In each one of the stores, the saleswomen became dazed with Lula's change, they couldn't believe how her body, the big guy according to their words, dressed like a lady, my wife gave them much shame because she wasn't used to receiving flattery and even less from women. Definitely a new Ludmila had been born that day, at least in terms of clothing.
The Before and After
During the following days, Bastian kept coming back, and besides, more often than usual, at first the situation had been very uncomfortable, my wife would leave her panties in a small box on a dresser in the guest bathroom waiting for Bastian to come so she could satisfy his desires. It was very evident when he did it that he would take his time and when he left his cheeks were very flushed. I, on the other hand, every afternoon that this happened would masturbate during my bath, imagining different situations, while Ludmila tried not to think about the topic, as always, her defense mechanism was to ignore things, so we had normalized it in a certain way, but another small incident could change the situation radically... That evening Bastian had been there for longer than usual when leaving, he took advantage of Lula being alone in the kitchen to talk to her...
Bas: - Ma'am... (referring to Ludmila, always calling her that, the boy was extremely respectful beyond his mischief)
Lud: - I already told you not to call me that, it makes me feel older than I am (she spoke as if nothing had happened, the power of abstraction is enormous, she could make it seem like nothing was happening in the bathroom)
Bas: - What...I wanted to say something but I'm a little embarrassed...
Lud: - (her expression changed slightly, trying to hide it, imagining where the topic might be going) Tell me, Bastian, what's up?
Bas: - You always leave new panties in the bathroom for me, scented, like they've just been washed...
Lud: - (not understanding where he was going) Yes, of course, what's this about Bastian...
Bas: - Bu.. good... I don't know how to say it, but I prefer the others... (it was a bold request, the heat of the moment probably gave him enough courage to make such a claim)
Lud: - (trying to process what he wanted, barely understanding it) Ehhh, I don't know, let me see if? (she needed to talk about it with me, as she couldn't decipher the young man's request)
Bastian nodded his head, It was until the bathroom to leave the bombacha in the box and returned to the living room with Fermín to play on PlayStation.
She quickly went up to my office to tell me everything...
Her face was absolute concern, she was totally disheveled didn't understand what the young man wanted...
Me: Love, I know this is costing you a lot, there were many changes in a short time, but don't get so upset...
She had to sit down on my chair, it seemed like she had gotten too little pressure...
Me: The boy says he prefers others, referring to those not recently washed, wants the one you're wearing...
Lud: (Opened his eyes like two gold coins) What?? This guy is sick, it's disgusting...
Me: Love, calm down, it's normal what he wants, something of age, boys today are different from us, we were raised in a bubble, arrived virgins to get married love, that's impossible today... I understand if you don't want to give it, but what Bastián might do scares me, obviously what you gave him until now doesn't serve him anymore, we don't know what he's capable of... and if the mother finds out something will be a terrible blow for Fermín.
Lud: (Was between the sword and the wall) What are we going to do? Just today I went out for a walk with Frida (our Poodle), must be a dirty bombacha (making faces of disgust)
Me: Love (while taking her by the shoulders) what matters here is our son (and my fantasies, thought) take off the one you're wearing and that's it, but tell him it won't be something every day. Let him know that.
Ludmila got up, she was wearing an orange sweater and a very tight brown/beige pants (some of her new outfits), began to take it off, she had a little vedetina on. Blanca, very delicate, I took it off, little Suconchita had some hairs, it gave me so much tenderness and morbidness at the same time. It was extremely exciting...
I saw her with her sweater on and naked underneath, it excited me as many times in my life, she put her clothes back on, the fact that she hadn't put on a new bra got me too hot, I took a deep breath and went out where the boys were... I was very happy, although undoubtedly, she couldn't know. When Bastián saw my wife appear on stage, he invented an excuse and headed towards the bathroom door as if waiting for the gift that my wife would bring. Ludmila went to him, I was spying from the stairs... with a lot of shame, she took her bra out of her pocket and gave it to him without saying a word... you could tell from a distance how his hands were trembling, instinctively the young man barely took the gift and sniffed it, turned around and quickly went into the bathroom... Ludmila saw that and was left in shock.... I hope you've enjoyed the start of this new story, I'll be publishing the next parts when I reach 2500 points on the post, that way I'll know if the story is to your liking! Have a good weekend!
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