The Start of My New Sexual Life III

Obviously when Emilio left through the door, I got to work. It was very hot, even hotter than the day I saw him masturbating here, on this sofa where he had been struggling with me just a few moments ago and had his cock in my hand. My mouth still held the taste of his and that was making me very horny, the armchair still smelled like him, I passed my nose over where his hair, back, and ass had been, and then my mouth over my left hand licking that hand that had touched his cock and today was my most expensive meal. I started the ritual by caressing each part of my body, stretching and contracting my abdominal area, passing my hand over my thighs, perineum, and hairy vagina. (Reminder, you have to depilate) Later, I rolled down my tights below my knees and started rubbing my clitoris which I found even bigger than the other day, a good size that I thought I couldn't reach with just a few minutes of excitement and everything was pulsating at the rhythm of my heart. I licked and sucked the hand that had entered his underwear until almost cumming from saliva, swallowing it all and tasting well, I wanted to impregnate every part of my body with that smell and taste, while my skilled right hand played inside-out of the pussy aided by internal lubrication that didn't stop expelling. What humidity, what a lovely moment, I knew Emilio had liked it, a woman knows that just as she knows he would fall into my web again someday. What rich moments, that day I didn't eat, I spent half-naked on the sofa remembering the morning moments with Emilio, thinking of him, his cock and imagining totally fictional situations with Emilio that made me dream. Really, I had awakened a sexual appetite that I didn't think I could have, experienced new things that I liked and I would have to examine my own behaviors from now on to not show off that way. I desire in public or it could harm me if someone found out about this. Now if I started to believe that with almost 40 years old I could seduce a 20-year-old boy and that excited me, I needed cock, I needed cock and I needed it now. So I thought immediately of my husband Juan Carlos who had practically gone without sex for over two months. Juan Carlos is a man three years older than me (42 years), we met in college studying Business Administration and got married five years before having Ana. Juan Carlos is 1.75 meters tall, has white skin, short and smooth hair with sideburns, a brown-haired beard, prominent eyebrows, and brown eyes. Despite his busy work schedule, he has a robust body with body hair. As I said earlier, I suspected my husband had a mistress, but that didn't matter, he was my husband and I should give myself pleasure, even if I thought of Emilio and desired him to be it, I was still very far from getting it so I had to resort to the fastest way. I called Juan Carlos after a while to ask about his day and was surprised to learn that he was in Madrid, just 150km away from where we lived, and hadn't come to spend the weekend with me (something that didn't matter at all to me). There was still a lot of Sunday left and I mustered up the courage to propose that we meet in Madrid for dinner and a walk, hoping he would say yes because if not, it would confirm my suspicions about his mistress. It took him a few seconds to answer but he said yes, and in those seconds I assumed he had been or was with his mistress at that moment, which didn't bother me at all since I was hunting for my own lover or at least trying to. After a quick shower and something to eat, I decided to get ready quite well this time, so Juan Carlos would be surprised, so I styled my hair, applied makeup focusing on the details and searched for the sexiest thing in the closet. I chose a bustier type corset. black color to increase my breasts, which would seem larger. And a thong of the same color, both with cups, laces, and transparencies. Combined with a tight and fitted cowboy pants that will show off my legs. For the top I chose a short-sleeved brown blouse that would leave my neck visible and I could choose where to unbutton it. Quickly arrived at the agreed-upon site with Juan Carlos, an ice cream parlor in the heart of Madrid where we spent a pleasant time chatting about our daughter, both of our week's details (obviously lying about my week). He was too talkative, he wanted to propose topics and take the weight of the conversation, all to avoid telling me what hotel he was staying at. Something turned off in him when I asked where we were going to dinner. Did he think I had traveled more than 150km just to get an ice cream? We looked for a tasty place in that same area and his conversation became colder and more apathetic this time. I wasn't going to be satisfied until I found what I came for, a cock, his cock, and make me feel better, the afternoon-night passed quickly, desserts arrived and knowing he wouldn't invite me to the hotel, I decided to create my own invitation. So once the bill was paid, I forced him to take it to the hotel in my car, it cost me horrors that he accepted and we arrived at the hotel parking in just 15 minutes. It surprised me a lot that after all that afternoon without using his personal mobile (the work one seemed not to be carrying it) he wrote continuously and quickly during the whole trip to the hotel. Would he be talking to his mistress? Had he left with her? Was she at the hotel? Unfortunately for her, today Juan Carlos was mine, so once parked my car in the hotel, without waiting for an invitation I turned off the engine and unexpectedly accompanied him to the elevator heading towards the reception bar. But at the last moment I changed my mind and told him to go to his room. Juan Carlos was calm, opened the door and let me investigate the quality of the room a bit, didn't find anything out of the ordinary while he got comfortable, it was already 11 pm and he searched for his pajamas in his suitcase to spend the night. When I started undressing, I came back from the bathroom where I was and stood in front of him with a dominant attitude as he sat on the bed. Juan Carlos - Sara, we'll be getting up early tomorrow, you should leave and if you want to stay, let's go to sleep now. S - Tranquil man, let me be the one to undress you and we'll go to sleep. Juan Carlos was a man who let himself be led by me, I always dominated and the submissive fulfilled my demands with ease. I knelt down in front of him while smiling, I also smiled thinking about the good screwing we were going to have. And I started taking off his jersey and shirt, following my knees, noting that my breasts were at the height of his member and tried to rub against it. I proceeded to take off his belt while kissing his abdomen and navel, he looked up at me and had desire in his eyes. So he got up a bit towards the top to be able to pull down his pants, once I did so, he proceeded to take off my blouse. We kissed passionately and I got back on my knees, seeing the bulge of his boxers growing bigger and proceeded to kiss and bite the fabric of the underwear, Juan Carlos was crazy with desire and soon pressed my head against his parts, he wanted to fuck and I still wanted it more. I stood in front of him, he started playing with my breasts still gathered in my bustier while I took it off and he took care of my pants, he was surprised by the beauty of the thong and my tight ass, due to years of athletics as a young man, my ass was a jewel for him, and possibly what people noticed most when I was barely 20 years old, now with more age still being in its place. Juan Carlos out of himself, pulled me towards him and started sucking my nipples while gently strangling them. with the hands that were going down towards my butt and his mouth towards my navel, and subsequently those skilled hands brought down my thong to show my small unshaven vagina which was wet with pleasure. He searched for my vagina carefully and delicately with those skilled hands until he confirmed its humidity introduced his fingers slowly and moved them smoothly filling me with pleasure. I started to whimper a little while he inserted his fingers with smoothness moving it inside, pulling them out very wet and when he did I would take them to my mouth to savor my fluids. After some minutes of tasty dedeo I parted his right hand from my vagina brusquely and pushed him onto the back towards the bed so that he would lie down and leave his legs on the edge of the bed, began returning to kiss the package that held the boxer which was perfectly noticeable its size and was eager to be released. I proceeded to do so, slowly removing the underwear and out came his cock, well stiff, yummy, straight and unshaven (already there would have been time to suspect because it was unshaven when normally never shaved) and I proceeded with my expert ritual of eating a yummy cock. Starting from those rich eggs, sucking them in and introducing them into my mouth Juan Carlos breathed heavily and let me do my job, once well wet I went on playing with the big one by sucking it slowly and expressing it to put my tongue in any recess and clean my toy well. My vagina was throbbing and wanted to be perforated but I had to keep Juan Carlos at the limit, dominate him, and wait for the vagina to do the final work. I started bobbing that yummy cock, not reaching the end but if trying on each bob bringing it towards one side and the other of my mouth and then towards the bottom, while looking at Juan Carlos's eyes and noting that he desired me leaving me to do so and I was having fun. I would stop for several seconds and kiss his body, thighs and abdomen while he touched my face and attracted me to his mouth. He made me wet with tasty Lips and spits on her so I can lead all the saliva to his cock straight. After a while of rich games, he cleans his cock with my mouth, going slowly and swallowing all the rest of saliva and pre-seminal liquid. Immediately he gets closer to the inside of the bed, knowing that I rarely let him take the initiative and that today was not going to change, he was going to mount me. I rode on top of him, facing him, introducing his cock slowly despite my lubricated pussy, I liked it always being slow and me deciding how slow. Juan Carlos looked at me crazily and noticed he wanted to get in as soon as possible. But it wasn't going to happen. Slowly I went down until it was all in and Juan Carlos groaned with pleasure while looking at me like a madman, he was very excited and I started riding his yummy cock up and down simply, but kept many tricks under my sleeve in case I had to pull out my husband's semen and he knew that. While I rode and moaned, he tried to touch all of my body and when I got close to his face to kiss him, he touched my nipples and sucked my mouth with anxiety and determination. My fluids soaked Juan Carlos' cock and even there was a little stream of flow through his testicles. I was really wet and started moving my hips to both sides. I knew I was quite good in bed although I hadn't practiced for months but some things don't forget. By experience, I knew Juan Carlos had almost nothing left and slowed down to hold on while he touched my tits with desire and played with them. He liked saying: My crazy tits, because they were small and fallen and bounced a lot according to him. I stood up and pulled it all out, Juan Carlos was surprised thinking it was over but no, what I did was in the same position, getting down on top of his cock to have stability by holding onto his legs. This time he directed his cock into my vagina faster. Now if I bounced on his cock Trying to get out a good piece and living it up until the end, I increased the pace and while doing so, I moved towards the sides and forward and backward. I moaned with pleasure and Juan Carlos shuddered before exploding; I gave him several more thrusts, with rage to reach the definitive orgasm while Juan Carlos looked at me crazed. He had exploded inside me and I felt his cum inside. I stayed there for a few moments, fully inserted, recovering my breath while Juan Carlos made comments like: Did you like it?, That's tasty mama, Impressive, You're precious.... I ignored his comments, pulled out before he wanted to and went to the shower without saying a word. I had gotten what I wanted but didn't feel satisfied, I wanted more but doubted my husband would give me what I wanted.