Part 2 - Three-year-olds are complicatedAt another time I woke up with a strange sensation, I didn't know how to keep going with this possible relationship. On one side I started realizing that I hadn't done anything good by putting horns on my husband, but on the other side I remembered the lived moments and got wet all over and wanted more. Terrible dilemma I had. I didn't love Mario, but I was hot for him, and excited. That's enough to want to screw with him. My husband, on the other hand, hadn't had sex with me in a long time, he was always tired. Then? How do I go on?. This dilemma was going to provoke something impossible to resolve, and I had to find a solution. It was 5 pm and I had just gotten home from work, my husband would arrive around 8 pm and the girls, the oldest of 15 and the youngest of 14, would arrive around 6 pm. I sat down in an armchair to think quietly, no one had said anything, or so nobody knew, then why not go on? Just then I felt the phone ringing and it was Mario saying 'how are you?' I said I'm thinking of you. But now I don't want to keep sending messages, better tomorrow morning. And we hung up. There were no more messages for a week, and I was the one who started again.You can converseSick, tell meI'm on fire, I want more“Okay, tomorrow at the same hour as the other day, is it okay?”If clear, we meet up in the same place, kiss, until tomorrow To the other day the best spoon of my life, and from then on it started a kind of madness that we would see each other very often, just to get together, and time was passing and nobody knew and nobody said anything, and a year went by and then another and when we were in the third year where I was still getting together with Mario it started to pass something different for me. It occurred to me to have anal sex. I had never done it before, so here I was still a virgin. I wrote to MarioHello If you tell meI have a craving, my Booty is a virgin, do you want it for yourself?Super, clear that yes!!! Buy an anal lubricant at the sex shop on Ventura Alegre and 18 and tomorrow I'll open up your tiny asstomorrow same hour and same placeTo the next day in the morning I went to the sex shop and bought a product called Prolub, one specific for anal sex. The girl looked at me and smiled when I asked her for the product. She told me it was very efficient and also exciting. It would be liked. The next day it happened.
Mario asked if it was true that I had never done it there before, and I replied, I already told you I have a virgin Booty. Well, get on all fours, take off your thong, and began to put a finger in the Booty. Then he put lubricant on his finger and went back in and pumped with his finger. Then he put more lubricant and put two fingers in and did the same. While kissing my buttocks. He put more lubricant and put lubricant on the tip of his penis and began to make pressure like trying to get it in, but it didn't enter, I felt the pressure and it was like it couldn't enter because the orifice is small. He put more lubricant and asked me to do force like when defecating, he started making pressure, he said now do force, and I felt him starting to enter his cock, it cost at first but entered and Mario began to pump until he got it all in and I felt his balls hitting my vulva, and also a very pleasant sensation that didn't lead to an orgasm but that I liked. Suddenly he says, your Booty is so tight I think I'm going to come soon, and I felt him inside me with the semen. It was fantastic, never would have imagined it was so good, I really enjoyed it. The next day when I sat in the car to go to work I felt the sensation of having something inside my Booty, I started laughing and said, you're suggesting yourself.hello, how are you after so long?The truth was I saw her very little, then she told me,Since we never see each other, I and your husband are waiting for you both to have dinner with us tomorrow night, can it be? If clear I said to him,What time? It's 8 o'clock at night and that's fine.See you then, a kissWe had a great time, few awkward glances with Mario, and the other two didn't notice our bond at all. There was a month left until we would have been together for three years since the first time we were together, and we had stayed in the motel more than sixty times. We paid for the motel half and half. At today's values, it cost 1000 pesos each every time we went. The next day after dinner I wrote to Mario,Hello, how are you? Did you have a good time last night?Do you want to know? Your husband and my wife measured up to be pitied.We are strangers, it happened to me too, besides more than a pity that he gave an enormous sadnessIf you're rightThey give us love and care and we pay them badly. Until later, I'll write to you again. I felt really bad, sad and anxious, I couldn't have done anything worse than what I did, to spare my daughters something I must do. In a month Delfi (the older one) turns 18 and will go to Montevideo to study, Mariana will turn next year and also leave. I feel ashamed for what I did, for the lack of respect I had towards my husband, who was always a gentleman, besides being affectionate and generous with me, besides also lacking respect for my daughters and not being an example for them either. The truth is that I started feeling bad and it began to give me shame, and that's something I won't change by not doing it again, since sixty times, more or less, is a lot. I feel ashamed and think I'll talk to my daughters and then to my husband, those are my thoughts at this moment. Before doing so, I'm going to tell Mario about it. At no point will I tell my family how many times I was unfaithful and with whom I was unfaithful. The day after these feelings I told Mario what I was going to do and said his name wouldn't appear in my mouth. For now our sexual bond stops.That night was very difficult for me, almost didn't sleep. My husband asked me several times what was wrong and I told him I was nervous about a work-related issue. I got up with my husband and we left together, I to my job and he to his. In the morning, I wrote to Maria telling her what I was going to do and that we were suspending meetings for an indefinite period, at least from my side. At five o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived home and my daughters were there. Then I gathered my courage, called them, and we sat down in the living room of the house and I said: Girls, I have a problem and I want to talk about it with you. I did something very wrong that directly affects your father and by reflection also affects you. An act of infidelity has been committed and I am ashamed and sorry for disrespecting your father and you... Today at night I will speak with your father and then we'll see which path we follow. I don't want him to feel bad, he was always a gentleman, always affectionate, and I have no right to do what I did. They remained silent. The first one to speak was Mariana, the youngest, she simply said: Mom, you messed up. I see that your father has been coming home late and tired for some time now, I imagine it's because of zero sex and you're much younger than him and maybe you have other needs, that doesn't justify what you did, but I understand. Delfina jumped in quickly and said: And how do you understand? Mariana then said: Are you going to force him to live in abstinence? Don't be bad, please. Then I intervened and told them: I don't want a fight between you, you have understood what I did wrong, there are motives but I should have done something else, if they needed sex I would have separated or divorced before. That's it!, Mariana said, you should have done that. Well, I'm going to talk to your father tonight and tomorrow, possibly, we can discuss the topic in family and what path we'll follow. Please don't tell him about this, I'll handle it. Beto, I need to talk to you about something important, do you want to have dinner first? Yes, he said, let's eat and then we'll talk. We ate together with the four of us and nobody said anything except for the girls responding according to how their day had gone as per the father's questions. I didn't say a word. The dinner ended and we both went to the bedroom where we sat on the bed and I started confessing my infidelity. Look, I have to tell you something terrible, and I want you to be upset about this. I've committed an unforgivable mistake, so I don't deserve your forgiveness, I was unfaithful to another man, and I'm willing to take responsibility for my error. I feel ashamed of having disrespected you, you were always a gentleman and always treated me very well. I feel like I wasted the opportunity to grow old with you and also that I failed you badly. That's why I ask you to help me process our separation even though we'll keep those two divine ones together. He looked at me, took my hands, and started saying. Look Inés, there are two things that happened and they're the causes of this. First, being 16 years older than you, it was bound to happen sometime, and besides, there's another situation that happened to me five years ago. I had a medical checkup as part of routine and they found some rare hepatitis antibodies in me, which wouldn't have affected me but I could have transmitted them through sexual contact. That didn't give me the courage to talk about it with you and then I decided unilaterally to suspend our sexual relations. I know I wasn't right not telling you. Anyway, I appreciate that you told me, and I understand if you interpret this as a grave lack of respect, but I get it. If we had talked about this five years ago, maybe it would have been better and we would have found solutions to the problem. That is, I also feel responsible. I assure you that I still love you, and if you want to stay with me, you can do so, even though I understand your discomfort of living with... someone to whom you have failed, as you say. How do we talk about this with the girls? I already spoke with them today and we'll see how things go. Thank you for your perspective on the topic and well, the divorce is made like that so if you want I'm leaving now. No, please, let's be civilized and we'll settle our affairs tomorrow and see how we continue. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me, we'll sleep together in this bed tonight. Another day we went to court and presented ourselves for divorce, by mutual agreement and called two friends of ours who are lawyers to finish the procedure. At noon we met to discuss the separation. We had a small house in Pinares that we had bought as an investment 10 years ago and which we were renting out and I said if she could stay with it. It's a small house, three small bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, all together, and a beautiful garden. It's three blocks from the beach at the stop 30 of the coast. And Beto would stay with the apartment. We each had one car and worked, so I didn't need anything else. As for the girls, we would ask them what they wanted to do about where they would go. We had bought a two-bedroom apartment in Montevideo, on the cordón, for them to have a place to live when they went to study, and we had put it in their name. Since both were minors, we had to make a final deed when both turned 18. A week later, I managed to get the tenants out of the house in Pinares, and my daughters decided that they would live with each one for a week. I told them that I was going first to see how the house was and what needed to be arranged so it would be good before moving in with me. In reality, the house wasn't that bad, but I had to change some damaged furniture as well as change the mattresses and other things. It took me a month to make it presentable and I notified the girls. Mariana was still in Maldonado and Delfi in Montevideo. Mariana told me, The week that comes I'm going there, meanwhile Delfi told me she was going the following weekend when she returned from Montevideo. In the meantime of my arrangements Beto called to tell me he had forgotten to give me half of an investment we made together a year ago in a fund, and he said he had transferred my share to my account, which came very well since I got into a lot of expenses to leave the house in order. Finally, and to end this story, I quit my job at the real estate agency and opened a sole proprietorship for property management. I called some clients I used to attend to from the real estate agency and most of them came with me, so I think I'm starting with an interesting base. We'll see what happens. That's how these three years were.
Mario asked if it was true that I had never done it there before, and I replied, I already told you I have a virgin Booty. Well, get on all fours, take off your thong, and began to put a finger in the Booty. Then he put lubricant on his finger and went back in and pumped with his finger. Then he put more lubricant and put two fingers in and did the same. While kissing my buttocks. He put more lubricant and put lubricant on the tip of his penis and began to make pressure like trying to get it in, but it didn't enter, I felt the pressure and it was like it couldn't enter because the orifice is small. He put more lubricant and asked me to do force like when defecating, he started making pressure, he said now do force, and I felt him starting to enter his cock, it cost at first but entered and Mario began to pump until he got it all in and I felt his balls hitting my vulva, and also a very pleasant sensation that didn't lead to an orgasm but that I liked. Suddenly he says, your Booty is so tight I think I'm going to come soon, and I felt him inside me with the semen. It was fantastic, never would have imagined it was so good, I really enjoyed it. The next day when I sat in the car to go to work I felt the sensation of having something inside my Booty, I started laughing and said, you're suggesting yourself.hello, how are you after so long?The truth was I saw her very little, then she told me,Since we never see each other, I and your husband are waiting for you both to have dinner with us tomorrow night, can it be? If clear I said to him,What time? It's 8 o'clock at night and that's fine.See you then, a kissWe had a great time, few awkward glances with Mario, and the other two didn't notice our bond at all. There was a month left until we would have been together for three years since the first time we were together, and we had stayed in the motel more than sixty times. We paid for the motel half and half. At today's values, it cost 1000 pesos each every time we went. The next day after dinner I wrote to Mario,Hello, how are you? Did you have a good time last night?Do you want to know? Your husband and my wife measured up to be pitied.We are strangers, it happened to me too, besides more than a pity that he gave an enormous sadnessIf you're rightThey give us love and care and we pay them badly. Until later, I'll write to you again. I felt really bad, sad and anxious, I couldn't have done anything worse than what I did, to spare my daughters something I must do. In a month Delfi (the older one) turns 18 and will go to Montevideo to study, Mariana will turn next year and also leave. I feel ashamed for what I did, for the lack of respect I had towards my husband, who was always a gentleman, besides being affectionate and generous with me, besides also lacking respect for my daughters and not being an example for them either. The truth is that I started feeling bad and it began to give me shame, and that's something I won't change by not doing it again, since sixty times, more or less, is a lot. I feel ashamed and think I'll talk to my daughters and then to my husband, those are my thoughts at this moment. Before doing so, I'm going to tell Mario about it. At no point will I tell my family how many times I was unfaithful and with whom I was unfaithful. The day after these feelings I told Mario what I was going to do and said his name wouldn't appear in my mouth. For now our sexual bond stops.That night was very difficult for me, almost didn't sleep. My husband asked me several times what was wrong and I told him I was nervous about a work-related issue. I got up with my husband and we left together, I to my job and he to his. In the morning, I wrote to Maria telling her what I was going to do and that we were suspending meetings for an indefinite period, at least from my side. At five o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived home and my daughters were there. Then I gathered my courage, called them, and we sat down in the living room of the house and I said: Girls, I have a problem and I want to talk about it with you. I did something very wrong that directly affects your father and by reflection also affects you. An act of infidelity has been committed and I am ashamed and sorry for disrespecting your father and you... Today at night I will speak with your father and then we'll see which path we follow. I don't want him to feel bad, he was always a gentleman, always affectionate, and I have no right to do what I did. They remained silent. The first one to speak was Mariana, the youngest, she simply said: Mom, you messed up. I see that your father has been coming home late and tired for some time now, I imagine it's because of zero sex and you're much younger than him and maybe you have other needs, that doesn't justify what you did, but I understand. Delfina jumped in quickly and said: And how do you understand? Mariana then said: Are you going to force him to live in abstinence? Don't be bad, please. Then I intervened and told them: I don't want a fight between you, you have understood what I did wrong, there are motives but I should have done something else, if they needed sex I would have separated or divorced before. That's it!, Mariana said, you should have done that. Well, I'm going to talk to your father tonight and tomorrow, possibly, we can discuss the topic in family and what path we'll follow. Please don't tell him about this, I'll handle it. Beto, I need to talk to you about something important, do you want to have dinner first? Yes, he said, let's eat and then we'll talk. We ate together with the four of us and nobody said anything except for the girls responding according to how their day had gone as per the father's questions. I didn't say a word. The dinner ended and we both went to the bedroom where we sat on the bed and I started confessing my infidelity. Look, I have to tell you something terrible, and I want you to be upset about this. I've committed an unforgivable mistake, so I don't deserve your forgiveness, I was unfaithful to another man, and I'm willing to take responsibility for my error. I feel ashamed of having disrespected you, you were always a gentleman and always treated me very well. I feel like I wasted the opportunity to grow old with you and also that I failed you badly. That's why I ask you to help me process our separation even though we'll keep those two divine ones together. He looked at me, took my hands, and started saying. Look Inés, there are two things that happened and they're the causes of this. First, being 16 years older than you, it was bound to happen sometime, and besides, there's another situation that happened to me five years ago. I had a medical checkup as part of routine and they found some rare hepatitis antibodies in me, which wouldn't have affected me but I could have transmitted them through sexual contact. That didn't give me the courage to talk about it with you and then I decided unilaterally to suspend our sexual relations. I know I wasn't right not telling you. Anyway, I appreciate that you told me, and I understand if you interpret this as a grave lack of respect, but I get it. If we had talked about this five years ago, maybe it would have been better and we would have found solutions to the problem. That is, I also feel responsible. I assure you that I still love you, and if you want to stay with me, you can do so, even though I understand your discomfort of living with... someone to whom you have failed, as you say. How do we talk about this with the girls? I already spoke with them today and we'll see how things go. Thank you for your perspective on the topic and well, the divorce is made like that so if you want I'm leaving now. No, please, let's be civilized and we'll settle our affairs tomorrow and see how we continue. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me, we'll sleep together in this bed tonight. Another day we went to court and presented ourselves for divorce, by mutual agreement and called two friends of ours who are lawyers to finish the procedure. At noon we met to discuss the separation. We had a small house in Pinares that we had bought as an investment 10 years ago and which we were renting out and I said if she could stay with it. It's a small house, three small bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, all together, and a beautiful garden. It's three blocks from the beach at the stop 30 of the coast. And Beto would stay with the apartment. We each had one car and worked, so I didn't need anything else. As for the girls, we would ask them what they wanted to do about where they would go. We had bought a two-bedroom apartment in Montevideo, on the cordón, for them to have a place to live when they went to study, and we had put it in their name. Since both were minors, we had to make a final deed when both turned 18. A week later, I managed to get the tenants out of the house in Pinares, and my daughters decided that they would live with each one for a week. I told them that I was going first to see how the house was and what needed to be arranged so it would be good before moving in with me. In reality, the house wasn't that bad, but I had to change some damaged furniture as well as change the mattresses and other things. It took me a month to make it presentable and I notified the girls. Mariana was still in Maldonado and Delfi in Montevideo. Mariana told me, The week that comes I'm going there, meanwhile Delfi told me she was going the following weekend when she returned from Montevideo. In the meantime of my arrangements Beto called to tell me he had forgotten to give me half of an investment we made together a year ago in a fund, and he said he had transferred my share to my account, which came very well since I got into a lot of expenses to leave the house in order. Finally, and to end this story, I quit my job at the real estate agency and opened a sole proprietorship for property management. I called some clients I used to attend to from the real estate agency and most of them came with me, so I think I'm starting with an interesting base. We'll see what happens. That's how these three years were.
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