My story begins four years ago. My husband hires workers according to the demand for work, I help him with the accounting of the company and I only go to the company some days. All the workers and employees treat me with a lot of respect. Four years ago my husband hired a young dark-skinned man 1.80 meters tall who had worked in construction due to his strong physique, large and rough hands. However, the idea of conquering an employee from the company was out of all possibility because that would imply with the owner and manager of the company (my husband). However, that same idea that prohibited putting some employee into the game made the situation more morbid and bizarre: being manhandled by a worker from the company? And every time I found myself with Marcos at the company, a shiver would pass through my body thinking about all those fantasies we had moroseed with my husband the night before while making love. With time, Marcos gained our trust and thanks to his good work performance, his job was already more administrative. One occasion I asked him for a favor to install the new satellite TV antenna at home and he effectively agreed not before asking permission from my husband. I don't know if it was my subconscious, but that day (Wednesday) just happened to be the day the babysitter didn't show up, I swear I only realized when I saw Marcos at my door very early in the morning as he had committed himself, me still in pajamas and without breakfast receiving him and indicating where the equipment, stairs, and tools were. The kids were at school, my husband was already outside and I was alone at home with a big black man, rough hands, clean smile, and wide back, thousands of things went through my head and that shiver, that damn shiver of betrayal was in my body and now it was more intense and permanent, I thought why didn't I put on the transparent baby doll, the same one I show and insinuate to my husband during our nights of mischief? only my husband has seen me, ufff, it gave me a chill and I said Ana! what the hell are you thinking!!, the only thing that occurred to me was to offer him breakfast with a nervous voice and he told me:
Leave it there and I went upstairs to take a bath and while I was bathing and sliding the bar of soap over my body, I was only thinking how big hands would feel.
While I was drying off and applying my moisturizer to my body, still naked and sitting on the marital bed, I heard noises from above, Marcos was just above me or on top of me? technically he was on top of me, only a thin layer of concrete separated us.
I felt sexy, empowered, I felt daring and shameless, a slut and that was pleasing me, so I took some delicate lace bras and without thinking twice I put on the tightest short I had, the one made of jeans fabric, the torn one and a wide and short white blouse with buttons, no sleeves and to finish with the cherry on top: I put it on without a bra!!, what would be the worst that could happen? That he gets nervous and runs away? or that he gets excited and makes me his own in my own marital bed just as my husband has dreamed of some day.
I went downstairs barefoot and with my still wet hair, to the patio where the stairs were and with the pretext of drying off my hair in the sun I shook it and dried it with a towel, I knelt down giving Marcos' back, offering him a whole good show that he was surely enjoying from above.
From below, I kept looking at him and saw how his tight t-shirt clung to his torso even more due to sweat, I insisted again that if he wanted something to eat I would prepare something for myself, but he insisted:
-For now not, just soon water, but I'll go down.
I was already doing it unconsciously!!, suddenly looking for a closer approach of more confidence? uff, how tasty it is when he also addresses me informally when we're alone, that he loses his shame, that he has a dominant role with me, that alone Treat me confidently or boldly or shamelessly.
Barefoot and with clumsy movements of the nerves I lifted a large cold glass of water up to him.
I had hurriedly undone the first button of my blouse before coming upstairs, I was braless and Marcos from above must have been enjoying the view while I received the glass and he explained that it was almost over.
-I'll prepare you a tasty breakfast, I said.
I quickly got down and started preparing his breakfast, quickly and nervously I took out the ingredients and pans to attend to that guy who was working for me from below, asking him what he wanted? Eggs? Coffee or chocolate? Juice? He just said nothing.
By this point I was more relaxed and with one hand on my forehead to block the sun and the other on my waist and a flirtatious pause with my blouse half-opened I said from below:
-Will you eat everything that's served to you?
-ALL! Marcos replied without hesitation.
We looked at each other for a few seconds, daring each other to look away first, but we laughed and I smiled as I entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast for that guy who had ordered it.
I was serving and organizing his breakfast on the kitchen table, making sure he didn't lack anything, bread, coffee, eggs, his breakfast just as he had asked, I was receiving orders from the worker and very obediently fulfilling his demands, will he keep giving me orders from now on?
Suddenly a loud noise! Marcos slipped down the stairs and fell to me, scraping his left arm against the wall. I ran out to see what happened, fortunately it was just a strong scrape with little blood, more the shock and the noise.
We laughed and entered the kitchen again, where I had already served him breakfast like a king.
While he washed his hands I hurried to bring some alcohol and gauze to clean up the scrape, then I hurried to unbutton my second blouse button. blouse and when he was about to sit down at the table I would approach from behind without asking permission and very normally try to lift up his very tight shirt stuck to his body due to sweat, he didn't want to but I insisted and told him it was my responsibility and while he sat eating breakfast, I stood next to him, gently wiping his wound. The wound was at the height of his shoulder and forearm so I took advantage of touching his biceps and shoulder, my bare thighs were at the height of his arm so I would discreetly approach and feel his warm skin on my thighs, he never retrieved his arm in any moment, instead he opened it to pull it out more from the table and facilitate my work of touching his shoulder with my thighs and at the rhythm of an unconscious wave that took hold of me, I rubbed my bare thighs harder against his toned muscles. While I wiped his back with a wet towel, at those moments, my friend was lubricated and I found myself in a confused sensation between excitement and nerves. At that moment, despite being freshly bathed and perfumed, I felt dirty and the sluttiest of whores and that excited me. If Marcos had wanted to, he could have ripped off my loose white blouse with just one swipe, as by then only one button was still fastened, the other two I had already undone, the first when I lifted the water glass and the second when I went for the alcohol, it was the most difficult to unbutton, with a bottle of alcohol in one hand and the gauze in the other and walking towards the kitchen almost undid it right in front of him. Marcos could have done whatever he wanted with me that morning, put me through what he wanted and I wouldn't have put up any resistance, none!
Leave it there and I went upstairs to take a bath and while I was bathing and sliding the bar of soap over my body, I was only thinking how big hands would feel.
While I was drying off and applying my moisturizer to my body, still naked and sitting on the marital bed, I heard noises from above, Marcos was just above me or on top of me? technically he was on top of me, only a thin layer of concrete separated us.
I felt sexy, empowered, I felt daring and shameless, a slut and that was pleasing me, so I took some delicate lace bras and without thinking twice I put on the tightest short I had, the one made of jeans fabric, the torn one and a wide and short white blouse with buttons, no sleeves and to finish with the cherry on top: I put it on without a bra!!, what would be the worst that could happen? That he gets nervous and runs away? or that he gets excited and makes me his own in my own marital bed just as my husband has dreamed of some day.
I went downstairs barefoot and with my still wet hair, to the patio where the stairs were and with the pretext of drying off my hair in the sun I shook it and dried it with a towel, I knelt down giving Marcos' back, offering him a whole good show that he was surely enjoying from above.
From below, I kept looking at him and saw how his tight t-shirt clung to his torso even more due to sweat, I insisted again that if he wanted something to eat I would prepare something for myself, but he insisted:
-For now not, just soon water, but I'll go down.
I was already doing it unconsciously!!, suddenly looking for a closer approach of more confidence? uff, how tasty it is when he also addresses me informally when we're alone, that he loses his shame, that he has a dominant role with me, that alone Treat me confidently or boldly or shamelessly.
Barefoot and with clumsy movements of the nerves I lifted a large cold glass of water up to him.
I had hurriedly undone the first button of my blouse before coming upstairs, I was braless and Marcos from above must have been enjoying the view while I received the glass and he explained that it was almost over.
-I'll prepare you a tasty breakfast, I said.
I quickly got down and started preparing his breakfast, quickly and nervously I took out the ingredients and pans to attend to that guy who was working for me from below, asking him what he wanted? Eggs? Coffee or chocolate? Juice? He just said nothing.
By this point I was more relaxed and with one hand on my forehead to block the sun and the other on my waist and a flirtatious pause with my blouse half-opened I said from below:
-Will you eat everything that's served to you?
-ALL! Marcos replied without hesitation.
We looked at each other for a few seconds, daring each other to look away first, but we laughed and I smiled as I entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast for that guy who had ordered it.
I was serving and organizing his breakfast on the kitchen table, making sure he didn't lack anything, bread, coffee, eggs, his breakfast just as he had asked, I was receiving orders from the worker and very obediently fulfilling his demands, will he keep giving me orders from now on?
Suddenly a loud noise! Marcos slipped down the stairs and fell to me, scraping his left arm against the wall. I ran out to see what happened, fortunately it was just a strong scrape with little blood, more the shock and the noise.
We laughed and entered the kitchen again, where I had already served him breakfast like a king.
While he washed his hands I hurried to bring some alcohol and gauze to clean up the scrape, then I hurried to unbutton my second blouse button. blouse and when he was about to sit down at the table I would approach from behind without asking permission and very normally try to lift up his very tight shirt stuck to his body due to sweat, he didn't want to but I insisted and told him it was my responsibility and while he sat eating breakfast, I stood next to him, gently wiping his wound. The wound was at the height of his shoulder and forearm so I took advantage of touching his biceps and shoulder, my bare thighs were at the height of his arm so I would discreetly approach and feel his warm skin on my thighs, he never retrieved his arm in any moment, instead he opened it to pull it out more from the table and facilitate my work of touching his shoulder with my thighs and at the rhythm of an unconscious wave that took hold of me, I rubbed my bare thighs harder against his toned muscles. While I wiped his back with a wet towel, at those moments, my friend was lubricated and I found myself in a confused sensation between excitement and nerves. At that moment, despite being freshly bathed and perfumed, I felt dirty and the sluttiest of whores and that excited me. If Marcos had wanted to, he could have ripped off my loose white blouse with just one swipe, as by then only one button was still fastened, the other two I had already undone, the first when I lifted the water glass and the second when I went for the alcohol, it was the most difficult to unbutton, with a bottle of alcohol in one hand and the gauze in the other and walking towards the kitchen almost undid it right in front of him. Marcos could have done whatever he wanted with me that morning, put me through what he wanted and I wouldn't have put up any resistance, none!
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