Hello to all, I'm going to tell my story little by little, it costs me a lot because with the passage of time I felt bad about what I was doing and I still keep it a secret. The names are fictional although I think no one involved will read it, I feel more relaxed this way and hope at least not to feel so bad. I'll tell the story myself, in first person since my memories are better than all the past details. And together with my lover we decided to detail the secret because it was affecting our relationship negatively over time. I write the story as if it were happening now, although everything started in 2014. My name is Sara (39 years old), I'm a mother of a daughter, Ana who is 18 years old. We moved many years ago to a nearby town near Madrid (Spain) about 150km away. I dedicate myself to managing the legal documentation of the family business that belongs to my father, which takes up little time, so I have plenty of free time to practice sports, walk and devote myself to myself. My husband Juan Carlos (42 years old) works in a national trade company expanding, so he enjoys little free time, Ana is already 18 years old and starts university in Madrid and moved into a shared flat with friends, barely coming back once a month. I wanted to have another child but we couldn't, Juan Carlos accuses me of being unable to have another child, which made our relationship go cold over time. Juan Carlos started leaving me aside and even suspected that he had encounters with some other woman, this didn't bother me because I had a comfortable and quiet life. We had very sporadic sex when he came home, I being sexually active entertained myself with toys, pornography and going out a lot to walk and do core exercises, weights, stationary bike... I'm a white Spanish woman, quite short (1.60m) and very thin, perhaps too much. I wear glasses. most of the time I also wear contact lenses for special events. In summer I take a lot of sun but my skin is quite white, I cut my hair to the height of my collarbone, sometimes I leave it a bit longer, it has a dark brown tone, all natural. My body hair is more chestnut than brown. My breasts are symmetrical, small, I wear a cup A, I have rough and swollen nipples that are slightly sagging which makes me feel quite embarrassed. Due to doing a lot of sports, I don't gain much weight, I have a relatively flat butt, well-shaped although many people look at it when wearing push-up bras. I could say I'm a fitness woman but I feel very self-conscious about my breasts, even years ago I thought about operating on them to increase their size, but later gave up. I like dressing well, without being provocative, without showing too much, practically nobody notices me and only in summer due to the heat I wear light clothes with wide shirts, tights or even if the shirt is very wide I only wear the inner bra. The houses in the village were mostly ground floor, and my neighbor Emilio's house had several windows that opened onto the street, that street I used to walk along quite often to visit my family, the family business or to shop. A Friday (I'll always remember the day) in June, when it was already hot in Spain, I was walking back home alone since Juan Carlos was working and Ana stayed to study for her exams because she had to study, it was around 7:00 pm and I glanced at one of my neighbor's windows. Precisely the window I looked at was Emilio's (20 years old), a boy slightly older than my daughter. Emilio is a nice boy, with glasses, thin, dark-haired, 1.80m tall, who also studied in Madrid and even I would have liked him to go out with my daughter. Always friendly and educated, he didn't stand out too much and I knew him since childhood as we were always neighbors. In that brief glance at the window I clearly saw Emilio In front of the computer, I stopped myself from masturbating, looked both ways down the street to make sure there was no one around, and then approached the window on one side so that no one would notice they were being watched. Emilio held his mobile phone with his left hand and masturbated with his right hand while sitting in a chair in front of the computer, looking very focused; you could clearly see his cock, which seemed to be of good size. The seconds passed quickly, but I couldn't take my eyes off that image. It looked like he was really into his mobile phone, and I couldn't help but watch as he pumped his cock until Emilio suddenly turned his head towards the window and caught me looking. His face of embarrassment said it all; he quickly hid his cock, and I did the same with my gaze at the window before rushing home. Emilio's house is just a minute's walk from mine; I arrived home quickly and was still nervous about what I had just seen (and to be honest, I didn't know why I was so nervous), but I forced myself not to make a big deal out of it and started preparing dinner. However, I couldn't stop thinking about that moment. Those seconds when I saw him masturbating awakened something inside me that had been dormant for a long time, and no matter how hard I tried to stop thinking about it, that moment kept coming back to my head, making me excited and ashamed at the same time. I wasn't thinking about his cock; I was thinking about Emilio, that boy who had practically grown up in front of me and now made my pussy wet. I tried to prepare dinner quickly while talking on the phone with Juan Carlos, but it was clear I didn't tell him anything about what had happened; we talked about trivial things, and he told me about his day, but I kept thinking about Emilio. Finished the conversation with my husband, finished preparing dinner, covered it to eat later and went to take a shower. It was the last strategy to stop thinking about Emilio, but it didn't work, I started imagining that he would come to apologize or wouldn't speak to me again out of shame. Would he think I'd tell someone? Should I talk to him so he wouldn't worry? Would he knock on my door and ask me not to say anything? And this was what I liked most. The shower didn't solve anything, it was very hot, I couldn't stop thinking more and more, once I put on the bathrobe and started drying my intimate parts, I couldn't stop rubbing my hairy pussy with the soft bathrobe fabric, pinching my nipples, rubbing my clitoris and drying my ass with that fabric, making me lubricate, something that hadn't happened for a long time. It wasn't 9:00 PM yet but I went to bed immediately after the shower, a double bed, too big for me alone, but I stretched out in it, opened my legs and started rubbing my parts with the bathrobe, then I opened it and started rubbing my pussy with my hand, introducing my fingers smoothly, no need for lubricant or toys, just thinking about Emilio. Thinking that that boy was arriving now and we were making love, not sex, love. Was I crazy? What the hell was I thinking? Slowly increased the pace, couldn't remember the last time my vagina had lubricated so much, couldn't control it, wanted to cum, get to climax and my fingers kept doing their job. I moved them inside my vagina, they played inside her and I played with my clitoris, pressing my ass against the bed or touching the perineal area that drove me crazy. Lubricating my breasts and abdomen with the humidity of my pussy, was at maximum, couldn't remember something similar, started rubbing and squeezing my clitoris with one hand while continuing to finger myself with the other. The river was about to reach its limit, slowed down the speed. a few minutes back to touching areas I had left abandoned like my thighs, nipples, savored the sweat mixed with my juices and went back to action. Again I started with my fingers spinning them inside and touching my perineum with the other hand and later returned to the clitoris that had grown even more, began to squeeze it while still playing with the other hand and after a few moments (I wouldn't know how many) I exploded in pleasure, a continuous and lasting explosion in which I had to stop, bite a piece of the bathrobe to not scream. It was a feeling of fullness that doubted I'd ever had, neither with boys in youth nor with my husband. What did this depend on? What could I do to forget something like this? On one hand, thinking about Emilio had given me exquisite pleasure, but on the other I was worried about my attitude, for not stopping thinking about the neighbor who besides could be perfectly my son, I saw myself as dirty, ugly and old. My best time had passed and this had been just a wet thought that had provided me with a rich orgasm, but only that. That night I didn't eat, went to the bathroom to clean my intimate parts and got into bed to sleep and forget what happened.
Hello to all, I'm going to tell my story little by little, it costs me a lot because with the passage of time I felt bad about what I was doing and I still keep it a secret. The names are fictional although I think no one involved will read it, I feel more relaxed this way and hope at least not to feel so bad. I'll tell the story myself, in first person since my memories are better than all the past details. And together with my lover we decided to detail the secret because it was affecting our relationship negatively over time. I write the story as if it were happening now, although everything started in 2014. My name is Sara (39 years old), I'm a mother of a daughter, Ana who is 18 years old. We moved many years ago to a nearby town near Madrid (Spain) about 150km away. I dedicate myself to managing the legal documentation of the family business that belongs to my father, which takes up little time, so I have plenty of free time to practice sports, walk and devote myself to myself. My husband Juan Carlos (42 years old) works in a national trade company expanding, so he enjoys little free time, Ana is already 18 years old and starts university in Madrid and moved into a shared flat with friends, barely coming back once a month. I wanted to have another child but we couldn't, Juan Carlos accuses me of being unable to have another child, which made our relationship go cold over time. Juan Carlos started leaving me aside and even suspected that he had encounters with some other woman, this didn't bother me because I had a comfortable and quiet life. We had very sporadic sex when he came home, I being sexually active entertained myself with toys, pornography and going out a lot to walk and do core exercises, weights, stationary bike... I'm a white Spanish woman, quite short (1.60m) and very thin, perhaps too much. I wear glasses. most of the time I also wear contact lenses for special events. In summer I take a lot of sun but my skin is quite white, I cut my hair to the height of my collarbone, sometimes I leave it a bit longer, it has a dark brown tone, all natural. My body hair is more chestnut than brown. My breasts are symmetrical, small, I wear a cup A, I have rough and swollen nipples that are slightly sagging which makes me feel quite embarrassed. Due to doing a lot of sports, I don't gain much weight, I have a relatively flat butt, well-shaped although many people look at it when wearing push-up bras. I could say I'm a fitness woman but I feel very self-conscious about my breasts, even years ago I thought about operating on them to increase their size, but later gave up. I like dressing well, without being provocative, without showing too much, practically nobody notices me and only in summer due to the heat I wear light clothes with wide shirts, tights or even if the shirt is very wide I only wear the inner bra. The houses in the village were mostly ground floor, and my neighbor Emilio's house had several windows that opened onto the street, that street I used to walk along quite often to visit my family, the family business or to shop. A Friday (I'll always remember the day) in June, when it was already hot in Spain, I was walking back home alone since Juan Carlos was working and Ana stayed to study for her exams because she had to study, it was around 7:00 pm and I glanced at one of my neighbor's windows. Precisely the window I looked at was Emilio's (20 years old), a boy slightly older than my daughter. Emilio is a nice boy, with glasses, thin, dark-haired, 1.80m tall, who also studied in Madrid and even I would have liked him to go out with my daughter. Always friendly and educated, he didn't stand out too much and I knew him since childhood as we were always neighbors. In that brief glance at the window I clearly saw Emilio In front of the computer, I stopped myself from masturbating, looked both ways down the street to make sure there was no one around, and then approached the window on one side so that no one would notice they were being watched. Emilio held his mobile phone with his left hand and masturbated with his right hand while sitting in a chair in front of the computer, looking very focused; you could clearly see his cock, which seemed to be of good size. The seconds passed quickly, but I couldn't take my eyes off that image. It looked like he was really into his mobile phone, and I couldn't help but watch as he pumped his cock until Emilio suddenly turned his head towards the window and caught me looking. His face of embarrassment said it all; he quickly hid his cock, and I did the same with my gaze at the window before rushing home. Emilio's house is just a minute's walk from mine; I arrived home quickly and was still nervous about what I had just seen (and to be honest, I didn't know why I was so nervous), but I forced myself not to make a big deal out of it and started preparing dinner. However, I couldn't stop thinking about that moment. Those seconds when I saw him masturbating awakened something inside me that had been dormant for a long time, and no matter how hard I tried to stop thinking about it, that moment kept coming back to my head, making me excited and ashamed at the same time. I wasn't thinking about his cock; I was thinking about Emilio, that boy who had practically grown up in front of me and now made my pussy wet. I tried to prepare dinner quickly while talking on the phone with Juan Carlos, but it was clear I didn't tell him anything about what had happened; we talked about trivial things, and he told me about his day, but I kept thinking about Emilio. Finished the conversation with my husband, finished preparing dinner, covered it to eat later and went to take a shower. It was the last strategy to stop thinking about Emilio, but it didn't work, I started imagining that he would come to apologize or wouldn't speak to me again out of shame. Would he think I'd tell someone? Should I talk to him so he wouldn't worry? Would he knock on my door and ask me not to say anything? And this was what I liked most. The shower didn't solve anything, it was very hot, I couldn't stop thinking more and more, once I put on the bathrobe and started drying my intimate parts, I couldn't stop rubbing my hairy pussy with the soft bathrobe fabric, pinching my nipples, rubbing my clitoris and drying my ass with that fabric, making me lubricate, something that hadn't happened for a long time. It wasn't 9:00 PM yet but I went to bed immediately after the shower, a double bed, too big for me alone, but I stretched out in it, opened my legs and started rubbing my parts with the bathrobe, then I opened it and started rubbing my pussy with my hand, introducing my fingers smoothly, no need for lubricant or toys, just thinking about Emilio. Thinking that that boy was arriving now and we were making love, not sex, love. Was I crazy? What the hell was I thinking? Slowly increased the pace, couldn't remember the last time my vagina had lubricated so much, couldn't control it, wanted to cum, get to climax and my fingers kept doing their job. I moved them inside my vagina, they played inside her and I played with my clitoris, pressing my ass against the bed or touching the perineal area that drove me crazy. Lubricating my breasts and abdomen with the humidity of my pussy, was at maximum, couldn't remember something similar, started rubbing and squeezing my clitoris with one hand while continuing to finger myself with the other. The river was about to reach its limit, slowed down the speed. a few minutes back to touching areas I had left abandoned like my thighs, nipples, savored the sweat mixed with my juices and went back to action. Again I started with my fingers spinning them inside and touching my perineum with the other hand and later returned to the clitoris that had grown even more, began to squeeze it while still playing with the other hand and after a few moments (I wouldn't know how many) I exploded in pleasure, a continuous and lasting explosion in which I had to stop, bite a piece of the bathrobe to not scream. It was a feeling of fullness that doubted I'd ever had, neither with boys in youth nor with my husband. What did this depend on? What could I do to forget something like this? On one hand, thinking about Emilio had given me exquisite pleasure, but on the other I was worried about my attitude, for not stopping thinking about the neighbor who besides could be perfectly my son, I saw myself as dirty, ugly and old. My best time had passed and this had been just a wet thought that had provided me with a rich orgasm, but only that. That night I didn't eat, went to the bathroom to clean my intimate parts and got into bed to sleep and forget what happened.
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