Salvar mi matrimonio

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SALVAR MI MATRIMONIO

Marcos y yo nos habíamos conocido desde muy pequeños, compañeros de curso en los estudios primarios, en una modesta escuela de barrio
Eran esos días donde aun los niños van por un lado y las niñas por el otro, donde no se habla de noviazgo, y a nadie le gusta nadie, puesto que asumir algo así era objeto de burlas y cargadas de todo el entorno, pero a pesar de todo eso, siempre había existido buena onda entre nosotros, y siempre me había sentido bien a su lado, y la única que sabía de mi amor oculto era mi mamá, a quien yo le contaba todo
Eran conversaciones de mujeres, cuando ella lavaba los platos del almuerzo y yo los secaba, lejos de los oídos de papá y de mis hermanos, ella se reía y me acariciaba los cabellos y siempre me decía cómplice

Ana Laura, veo que te gusta ese chico, pero aun tienes mucho que aprender de la vida

La pasábamos bien, siempre me miraba a la distancia y yo le devolvía con vergüenza esa mirada, con sonrojo, con inocencia. Éramos alumnos del montón, ni mejores ni peores, solo ambos destacábamos en educación física, éramos buenos para eso, un don natural, un punto en común, él era líder nato de su equipo de futbol y al mismo tiempo yo también lo era en el de vóley, los deportes de esos días

El comienzo de los estudios secundarios supuso escribir una nueva historia, caminos separados, y un adiós a ese primer amor platónico y comenzar a vivir la vida de adolescencia, pasaron cinco años sin saber de él, y, es más, ya lo había olvidado
Cuando comencé mis estudios terciarios como profesora de educación física, entre tantos nuevos compañeros, estaba él, también empezaba la misma carrera, y a ninguno de los dos nos resultó extraño
Lo reconocí de inmediato, ahora era un hombre, alto, musculoso, viril, con algunos tatuajes y el cabello más oscuro de lo que lo recordaba, pero su mirada dulce y su sonrisa cómplice permanecían inalterables
El también me reconoció, se quedó como impresionado y solo tiró

Guau! Ana Laura! que cambiada estás...

No pude evitar reírme, puesto que era demasiado evidente como él me miraba con descaro las tetas

En poco tiempo nos pusimos a noviar, ambos veníamos de algunas historias previas, pero nada formal, y perder la virginidad con el chico que siempre te gusto, y que él también lo hiciera por primera vez contigo es algo que no se da muy a menudo
Fuimos felices y poco a poco empezamos a imaginar nuestra vida juntos
Marcos había caído muy bien en mi familia, en especial a mamá, su cómplice, quien solía ridiculizarme contándole mis charlas secretas de la niñes
Yo también me sentí muy bien en su entorno familiar todo parecía ser la historia de final perfecto de las películas

La llegada inesperada de Thiago, nuestro pequeño, adelantó los planes y en un abrir y cerrar de ojos la familia estaba conformada
En los primeros dos años, me dediqué a ser madre, Marcos trabajaba a doble turno en un club conocido de la ciudad, tenía a su cargo varias divisiones de fútbol infantil y también daba clases como instructor de tenis, amaba lo que hacía
En esos días, surgió una vacante para el puesto de profesora de vóley y él inmediatamente pensó en mi, Thiago era único nieto, único sobrino por ambas familias así 'que se peleaban' por mal criarlo
Me hice del ambiente del club y en poco tiempo tomaría también algunas horas como profesora de natación
Todo era perfecto, hacíamos el amor como salvajes, con pasión, arrancándonos las prendas una a una, cogíamos cuando podíamos, como podíamos, donde podíamos, era muy feliz, por cierto, todo mi mundo era mejor de lo soñado

En unos años más teníamos muchos amigos y conocidos mutuos, Maira, en especial, colega de natación, quien se hiciera mi amiga íntima y confidente, y Fernando, el colega preferido de mi marido, un muchacho muy guapo, por cierto

No lo vimos venir, pero en seis años las cosas habían cambiado, demasiado, lento, pero sin pausa, las costumbres, las rutinas, y ya no hacíamos el amor como alguna vez lo habíamos hecho, nuestro arcoíris solo tenía tonos de grises y leer un libro en la cama era mejor partido que tener sexo con mi marido
Nos transformamos en extraños bajo el mismo techo, tal vez así era la vida de matrimonio, tal vez así es como todos la vivían, pero yo no quería terminar mis días como lo pasaban mis padres, compañeros, si, pero cada uno en su mundo
Marcos era consiente del bajón por el cual estábamos pasando, hicimos terapia de pareja pero nada parecía funcionar, y el fin de la historia parecía inevitable
Me dolía, y como me dolía, si él era ese chico que siempre me había gustado, desde niños, el objeto inalcanzable, y ahora que lo tenía en mis manos, pues ya no se sentía cómodo tenerlo

Marcos, como buen hombre, podía separar sus mundos y dejar dentro de casa lo que correspondía a dentro de casa, pero yo no, como toda mujer, todo se mezclaba con todo y los problemas me perseguían donde quiera que yo fuese
Maira notaría que yo no estaba bien, lo hablamos una y otra vez, y resultó ser mejor terapeuta que nuestra terapeuta, ella me decía que el ser humando no era monógamo por definición, y la tradición de la familia te llevaba a auto castrarte para reprimir tus impulsos animales, era lógico que pasara lo que pasaba, por eso, ella siempre tenía amores de una noche
Sus palabras me abrieron los ojos, me dijo que buscara esa excitación perdida en otros hombres, esa mística que ya no existía, claro, mi esposo tenía que ser parte, incluso yo debía permitirle que él también tuviera ojos para otra, y en algún punto pregunté


Wait Maira, let's see if I understand, in short, do we have to open the couple? is that it?

Correct, - she sentenced - they must do something to drown out monotony, or monotony will drown them

And I don't know if all her words were gone, or my repressed impulses, or a situation that couldn't go on any longer, or a mix of everything, but I started looking at Fernando with woman's eyes, I had always noticed him for his masculine beauty, but never with desire

I started talking about it very high up with Marcos, I couldn't be wrong, I couldn't just ruin everything, maybe he would get upset, but he saw my intentions with good eyes, I told him about Maira, what she was saying, even encouraged him to suggest that Fernando was a boy who caught my attention, at the risk of starting an unprecedented discussion

Marcos looked at me with intrigue, that couple's intrigue, his eyes were fixed on mine, then he took me by both hands around my head, holding it firmly and whispering almost

Ana Laura, tell me the truth, when we make love, in the few times we do, what are you thinking? what face does your eye see?

I couldn't be that crude and answer him what he already knew, I just lowered my gaze avoiding his and with that he didn't need me to say anything, then he kept talking while leaving me aside and going to serve himself a glass of wine

Don't get upset, honestly, we often talk about you with Fernando, you know things about men

Things about men? - I replied intrigued - I don't understand what you're referring to...

You know, sex, and about our distance, he always looks at you even if you don't know it and tells me that if I weren't his friend he would have already taken you, and if you were his wife he wouldn't stop taking you...

He took a sip and I felt heat between my legs like I hadn't felt in a long time, I lubricated automatically, God...

The next weekend we were all at home, Fernando, Marcos, and I, dressed up, They in suits, I in a fitted party dress and high heels, the idea was to dinner by candlelight with soft music and a tasty wine, it would be just talking or maybe not, and we would have hours of hot conversations, indirect and direct, and where I felt like I was all hot, a thirsty slut for cocks and those men had been coming for some time supporting already painful erections.

And everything was perfect until the moment came, only that Fernando and I started dancing smoothly, he grabbed my ass and tried to put his tongue in my mouth, and it was when almost ruined everything, I couldn't, just couldn't, my whole life's teaching didn't let me

Marcos came over to me, caressed me, and told me everything was fine, there was no need to do anything out of obligation, he kissed me and I felt protected in his arms, then Fernando stepped back a few steps and watched silently as Marcos and I kissed passionately

The unexpected situation gave my husband an idea, I'll be right back he said, and only left for a few minutes, long enough for a nervous silence to fall between my supposed lover and me

He came back with a silk handkerchief in his hands and told me

Maybe... if I blindfold myself, and Fernando promises only to observe, it could be fun...

I don't know how I let myself get convinced, the truth is that minutes later he was tying that silk handkerchief behind my head and I already felt blind, letting him guide me to the room and I rested on our bed, not forgetting that a stranger was watching from the shadows

The wide silk handkerchief around my head covering my eyes gives me the intimacy I need, it frees me from my ties and lets me be myself, it's true, it's a deception, I deceive myself because despite being with my husband in bed, I know Fernando is over there, waiting, observing, and he's still a stranger

But it doesn't matter anymore, this will stay between four walls and will be an experience that will enhance my life The perfume of the silk seeps into my nasal orifices and gifts me with a situation of pleasure. My husband Marcos kisses me on the mouth, and he caresses my buttocks in a very yummy way, bringing me back to reality and getting me into the game, responding to his kisses, which are rich, hot, sweet, and I lose myself in ecstasy and little by little we remove our clothes mutually.

My bare buttocks are the destination of his palms, I caress my breasts over his chest, and my nipples have a lacerating need to be pampered. Making love with Marcos is like always, but different because a third observer watches from hiding, I don't understand how I could get so far, it's crazy, it's insane.

My husband's hands reach my breasts, finally, his kisses bite my lips and my response is to go over his penis, it's hard, I caress it, I refresh it in my vulva, I desire it, I desire it inside, all, complete, I feel wet, hot, I don't care about anything anymore, I take off my underwear quickly, the last barrier, and I implore Marcos to do the same with his slip, I know we're being watched, and it excites me that they're watching.

I ride on top of my husband, let him go, he likes when I do and besides, I imagine my buttocks are visible to our secret observer, I take Marcos' cock in my right hand and adjust it for me to sit comfortably over it, making my sex fill with love, I move my hips like the waves of the sea, I bite my lips to muffle my moans and caress my breasts, pinching my nipples, my clitoris rips back and forth across my beloved's pubis, and I feel his fingers slipping into my mouth, I like sucking them so he can then put them in my ass, he always makes that damn and perverse game.

My thoughts are with Fernando, what is he doing? Is he masturbating? Will he like it? I moan a little louder, confessing that I'm acting a bit, men aren't capable of perceiving the difference and get excited when a woman behaves like a slut. Marcos. It halts the game somewhat and I perceive that something strange is happening in the room, seconds, instants, but some unusual hands are placed on my buttocks, and they are not Marcos' because Marcos' are playing now on my breasts, obviously Fernando intends to join the game, it was not agreed upon, a shiver runs through my entire body, I freeze, I am at the exact moment to abort everything, to send them to hell, to show myself as a decent woman, but the temptation of the forbidden is too great, and besides, I feel alive like I haven't felt in a long time...

Ah! ah! ah! it hurts... slowly please... I can't, I can't with so much...

Our guest's sex enters me little by little from behind, and I'm barely able to stammer between the pleasure of having two penises inside, my holes are made to be filled and there I find myself like a sandwich filling, all my life labeling women who did these things as whores and now, now I find myself like one of the many who used to judge

But what the hell, I like it, I assume I like it, a husband, a lover, two cocks, four hands, two mouths to kiss...

I continue with the silk handkerchief covering my vision and it's better this way because I can't take this madness that intoxicates me and wraps around me, I'm shipwrecked without remedy between two men, two cocks are too much, in truth they're too much for my sexuality, but maybe it will never happen again...

The rubbing of my clitoris is relentless, one cock fills me from the front, another from behind, and I feel myself coming, some hands on my breasts, other fingers on my lips, another hand pulling my hair...

Ayyyy! aaaaaah! aaah! ah!

My legs involuntarily contract in time with my pelvis in an immense and interminable orgasm, infinite, one wave after another of pleasure arrives, in ecstasy that doesn't seem to end...

Marcos can't take it, he knows it excites him too much when I reach my climax and only comes inside me, I feel his cock piercing and exploding in... Deep, I cling to him, kiss him hard and feel the exhalation of his orgasm in my mouth, but I can't stop thinking about Fernando, who is like a child with a new toy, keeps breaking me up at his whim Change cards, shuffle and deal again, they decide, I only obey in my self-imposed blindness, there are movements on the bed, I'm paying attention, suddenly someone takes me by the ankles and pulls me with force, making me inevitably fall onto my stomach, I don't understand the game, still the shocks come, until the quiet arrives My left hand finds a masculine thigh on one side, I feel the same on the other side with my right hand, I understand, my objective is in front of me, between those legs that surround me, a hard cock is waiting for me, I search for it with my fingers and find it, just centimeters from my face, then I describe it to myself thanks to my touch, it's completely shaved, testicles, pubis, everything, it's rare, it's different, and I know my husband never shaves I play with my hands, caressing, I like it, naked his glans until the limit of the impossible, taking his skin well down, making the frenulum hurt, a torture that feels exquisite, and I note the contained sigh of my lover of the moment, I bring my nose close, I need to smell his manly scent, and I wonder what my husband is doing now, looking? just that? is that what he wanted? it excites me to imagine and I feel myself getting wet again Now I stretch out my tongue and run it along that cock from the balls to the tip of the glans, very delicious, one and another time, I love sucking cocks and now I have someone's to whom I don't know in front of my husband's eyes I repeat the game, one and another time, I kiss it, pass my hot lips over it, put his head inside my mouth, his breath reaches my ears, short and excited, it warms me up, like it warms me up, and if they don't stop me, I won't stop, I'll keep going in that eternal torture until I reach the end

A strange hand caresses my hair, letting me know I'm fine, I continue playing, biting my lips, refreshing them on the base of that sponge-like gland in an eternal kiss, feeling a contraction in my hand that foreshadows the end, I sigh excitedly, it seems to explode, some drops with a different flavor reach my tongue and the unmistakable aroma of warm semen reaches my nose, a little more, another pass of the tongue, now it's not just my saliva, now I have a man's taste in my mouth, oh God, how tasty! He ejaculates more and more, I just keep working, barely letting one portion pass through my throat to deprive myself of pleasure, but most of it I let fall, down his trunk, over my hand, over his balls, more and more, and at the bottom, I know my husband is watching and everything is chaos

Time to shuffle the cards for the second time, the earthquake of movements on the bed returns and I don't know what to do, I just let myself be carried away

Like before they forced me to lie down, now they're making me get up on all fours, they're making me pull out my ass and they're spanking me, although I only feel like I'm with a man and I guess that man is not my husband

They take me by the neck and force me to go down, more and more until my face falls to one side on the sheets, everything is wet, my right cheek resting feels a viscous liquid on it, and through my nostrils enters the unmistakable smell of semen, it's clear that I'm over the cum that my lover just spilled

But I don't have time to think too much, a yummy cock penetrates me with force and I feel myself filling up completely, covered in juices left by my husband and my own

Fernando talks to me, tells me I'm very yummy and pushes me more and more onto his own semen, tells me to do my job, as it corresponds, and his cock makes me feel like I'm truly a slut, imagining how my husband is enjoying it

I sway back and forth slowly, making his sex go in completely and come out through complete of my interior, it's glorious, I still feel the tasty smell of his cum coming to my nose like the best perfume, I'm caressing my breasts, I'm caressing my clitoris, and my moans start to cover up the volume of his dirty words, I can't believe it, I feel myself coming, never had an orgasm in that position before but the situation overwhelms me.

The fingers of my lover sink into my glutes, I keep moving, his cock becomes glorious, already here, I get it, and so do I, in unison, both at the same time

Aaaaaa!!!! yes!!!! this is tasty!!! take me!!! I want your hard cock!!!!

It fills me with cum and my words condemn me to infinite pleasure, forgetting that Marcos is present and I only lose myself in my own hell

After that night, the encounter with him would not repeat itself, but for some time Marcos and I would recover the lost spark and feel like a third had saved our marriage

Fernando was all a gentleman, due to his friendship with my husband and respect for a woman, everything that happened that night died that night, we remain colleagues at work and in our casual encounters at the club only in our complicit glances does what was lived still live on

We are happy, an open marriage, without secrets, without infidelities, with new plans, with new objectives, and I know it's now his turn, another woman? certainly, time will tell...

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