Su primera infidelidad.

In my previous post I related one of our experiences with my wife, which occurred at a bowling alley in Santa Fe. And there I mentioned that she had already had an infidelity, not with just any man, but someone special. Ten years ago, she worked at one of the many parts of a church, obviously ad honorem. She always had that predisposition to help others and things like that. I received many reprimands from my part because it seemed to me that she was spending more time outside the house, although the church was just blocks away.

At that time, a new young priest arrived, almost the same age as my wife. Many women went crazy over him. Tall, thin, dark-haired, young. Once while having visitors at home, he made a comment and my surprise was greater when I heard my wife praising his beauty, almost drooling, I'd say. This produced in me first something of jealousy, but I always confessed that I liked it when men went crazy over her, got turned on thinking about her, all that heated me up and every time we had relations I told her, and that helped a lot with our orgasms.

One of those times I commented to her if the priest had thrown any indirect hints at her, to which she said no... yet. Time passes and the relationship with the priest becomes closer, whether it was due to his action in the church or outside of it. There was a day of the week when she had to attend an afternoon task at the church and some days were variable, nothing fixed.

The phone would ring and she'd rush out to the church for different reasons, always, of course, for something inherent to her service. The doubt gnawed at me, imagining them getting together, both in the car or wherever. It heated me up. Every time we had relations I asked if she had gotten with the priest, if he had already thrown any moves at her. She no longer said that sharp no, simply remained silent and told me she'd like to get with someone else. talk about him. Time passes, the priest is changed after three years to another parish. And it was there when she told me everything. Every week he would call her to get together, every time she finished her tasks he would take her. In his office, in the kitchen, in his parochial house, wherever. I already said that her booty drives many crazy, and he was no exception. Everything started with a good blowjob, my wife's specialty, the senator on the couch or what she liked most, at the edge of the bed and she kneeling down sucking it and an mirror behind her so he could appreciate her butt. Her poronga was big, thick and curved. Once she gave him his blowjob, he would turn her over and put it in from behind, doggy style, and it would reach with abundant cum in her ass hole. He asked her to go without underwear, as he loved grabbing her from behind, lifting up her skirt and taking her. It drove him crazy looking at her butt. He asked her several times to go together for a weekend there, that she invent something to make it happen, but she didn't dare. Already passed ten years, I left the habits according to what they told me, she also knows it. I've gone several times to the parochial house to fix some things in it, and every time I enter there I swear my cock stops, not even talking when I see the bed. I've insisted that he find out where she lives now, I'd love for them to meet up and continue their relationship, and of course, tell me all about it with luxury details... everything. I hope you enjoyed the story, and all this is real, nothing fantastical. Thanks for the comments, see you.