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Volume II took some liberties, taking advantage of being 'alone' at work. I miss Hannah, but also needed time for myself and brought some consoles to take my mind off things. I guess bad habits never die... I need to recapitulate some things. For Christmas, I gave my dear wife and nanny each a pair of earrings: Marisol with a crescent moon shape and Lizzie with daisy shapes. And I also signed her up for an Ikebana course, whose classes are on Saturdays, so she can finally take the days off that are due to her. The proposal Marisol made to her friend Ann bothered me quite a bit. Every day I spend with my wife and daughters, I try to enjoy it to the fullest and regardless of whether her friend 'was very beautiful', I didn't agree to go out with a stranger. However, in several opportunities, Marisol has told me that one of her 'fantasies' is for me to hook up with a girl on the first date. That I would go to a bar, talk to a girl and take her to a motel (something that almost happened the first time I met Lizzie). 'I think it's fine...' I said the last time she told me. 'But... do you know how to pick up a girl at a bar?... because I don't...' She laughed at my tone of voice. 'Well, I don't know, love!' she replied, with her emeralds looking at me with unconditional love. 'You're an interesting person and I know you'll come up with something.' More than anything, it bothered me that she broke the routine. Now that it's summer and the little ones are bigger, we can take them to water parks, beaches, and other places where we can have fun as a family. However, I recognize that I am 'submissive' to my wife's will and mentally prepared with the best expectations that nothing unusual would happen... Lizzie noticed something was up when she saw me washing the truck on Friday, instead of Wednesdays, like I always do. And on Saturday, while she was getting ready for her first class, she saw Marisol fixing me up... Where are you going like that? she asked, flashing her flirtatious smile.
I was wearing a dressy pantaloon, shirt, and black shoes. Marisol wanted me to look elegant.
'I'm going on a date with one of my friends!' replied my nightingale.
'But you can't go like this, Marisol! You look like you're going to a wedding!' commented Lizzie, surprisingly, not getting angry.
She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Apart from being lovers of both, I am also their toy and they have no problem undressing me.
As I unbuttoned my shirt, Lizzie took care of my belt and pantaloons. When she saw the bulge between my legs, she gave a mischievous smile, just like Marisol.
She handed me some jeans, a striped short-sleeved shirt, and a windbreaker, in case I got cold. But not content with that, she searched through my dresser (with complete freedom) and sprayed perfume on me and gave me a mint.
'Ok! You look much better!'... agreed with my wife. 'Ah... I forgot!'...
And with the same freedom and confidence with which she perfumed me, she opened the third drawer and took out a pack of condoms (I didn't even remember they were there and it made me wonder what they would do with my things in my absence), making Marisol smile.
'Let's go!' I refuted, with flushed cheeks.
'It's a girl!' replied Lizzie, insisting with her flirtatious smile. 'Why not?'
Marisol agreed that we should meet at 2 pm at Peterhead, an urban train station near Semaphore, and she had called me in the morning to confirm that she would attend.
I arrived 20 minutes early, seeing hundreds of people coming and going, but not the girl Marisol described. Fifteen minutes past the appointed hour, when I was about to leave, a beautiful slender young woman approached, who during a couple of occasions our gazes met and looked nervous.
'Hello!' she greeted with much timidity. 'My name is Ann.'
I admit that when she spoke to me, I was left speechless.
Ann's physical appearance is extremely thin: almost no breasts or... asshole. However, its charm lies elsewhere. What caught my attention the most was her short hair, caramel color. An innovative cut, with style, reflecting part of her security. But her face is simply divine. Although I love big breasts, Marisol knows that a beautiful face surpasses that attraction and that's what happened to Ann. A oval-shaped face and slightly elongated, with very fine and shiny lips like rubies, thin and rosy cheeks, a small nose and hazel eyes, slightly sunken, indecisive if they express part of her intelligence, coquetry or a certain air of temperance or laziness. My first impression was that she was a journalist, because I found that her face was worthy of appearing on television, transmitting live and direct from the scene... Marisol said we should go out together, she signaled, taming my uncontrollable astonishment with her gaze. Yes! I managed to stammer, overcoming the surprise. I'm sorry! It's just that I had lost hope and was about to leave... Her thin eyebrows rose and she briefly looked around. I know and I regret it! I've been watching you for a few minutes... but I needed to gather courage. In rare occasions, my heart beats so fast when talking to a woman. With my wife, it doesn't happen because I feel secure with her. But Ann has one of those looks where you can assess the quality of a person. Don't worry! I replied, nervously. This is the first time I'm going out with a friend of Marisol's! Although my initial nervousness seemed sincere, her expression took on a more annoying tone when I mentioned the last part. She was wearing a long skirt made of canvas to her knees, a white T-shirt, a leather jacket type cowboy and a small pouch, firmly held in her hands. During the trip to the truck, I noticed that she was holding it with great force, placing it fiercely between her legs, giving me my first I'm watching out for your aversion to my person. I opened the door for you, but instead of a thank you, you gave me a small annoying sigh. I warn you that I have a bottle of 'Mace' (pepper spray) and I won't hesitate to use it! you threatened, after buckling up and about to start the engine. Please! Don't do it! I begged, seeing that she seemed ready for anything. And thanks to that, our trip was extremely tense. I took her to a café and after ordering some drinks and desserts, we started talking. I simply limited myself to listening to her rants about Shawn's (her ex-partner) betrayal, how he manipulated her and how disappointed she was with men for being incorrigibly unfaithful..., a comment directed especially at me, with daggers in my eyes. After a tense silence, where I took the opportunity to arm myself, facing an expectant look that reminded me of shark movies, about to devour the victim, I expressed my reflections. Well... maybe, a girl like you doesn't deserve a guy like him... I'm aware it sounds cliché! And I was going to explain it in more detail, but she was too upset to listen. A girl like me? she asked indignantly and getting up, as if about to leave. How do you say I don't deserve it? Do you think I'm not pretty? Not at all! Not at all! I replied, trying to calm her down, seeing that she was making a scene. Please, sit down! At least let me express what I think. Despite her face and eyes reflecting her impulses to take revenge on me, she managed to compose herself and return to her seat, making me breathe more relieved. Marisol says Shawn is an attractive and charming young man. Probably the most handsome of his class. But for a woman like you, such a person doesn't serve you... A woman like me? she asked, in a mocking tone. That's it! I replied, remaining unmoved. I've seen that you've cut off pieces by piece your 'He visto que has cortado pedazo por pedazo tus biscotti and when they brought your coffee and you added sugar, at no moment did your spoon clink, which is a clear sign of your education.
As I listened, he stopped drinking and instinctively wiped his mouth with his napkin, gazing at me absorbedly, highlighting my point of view once more.
From the way you walk and express yourself, I can also deduce that you're a woman confident in yourself and the simple fact that you threatened to pepper spray me indicates that you like to maintain control of the situation most of the time. Your way of dressing, while not revealing, fulfills the functionality of making you look modern and in style... and it's likely that no one has ever told you this, but I find that you have a similar demeanor to Jackie Kennedy...
Jackie Kennedy? he asked with a wide smile.
I felt old at that moment!
Few young people remember JFK's excellent wife (and later widow) when flattering a woman. They usually go for more contemporary figures.
But my flattery had its effect and completely transformed his attitude.
I started comparing her way of dressing and acting to hers. Jackie was an innovator, in the sense that she complemented the President's work, leaving the outdated role of First Ladies, receiving dignitaries and showing glamour and modernity when appearing in public.
I confessed that Ann's first impression on me was that she treated me like a journalist or political analyst, seeing her so resolute and meticulous, which was correct, as Ann is studying Political Science and coincided with my wife's major in the course.
Even I congratulated her wise decision to meet an unknown person in a neutral area with a lot of public flow to protect her identity and address.
But from that point on, Ann got silly.
I told him about my experience: that I met my wife when she was leaving... university and that our ideals and interests coincided, being I more mature. I told him he should try it with someone older... but at no moment was I warming up the atmosphere for what would happen next. We kept talking about world politics (which, despite not being of my interest, I knew enough to maintain a dynamic conversation), while walking through the streets, until we crossed a women's shoe store. Ann briefly observed the display window and suggested we go in. Like children or a young couple, I convinced her to try on some pairs. When she found one she liked, I agreed to buy it for her, which made her gaze radiant at that point. However, I did it thinking of my wife. When our relationship was taking its first steps, I always wanted to spoil Marisol with shoes, bags or clothes when we went out for a walk in the shopping mall. Unlike now, back then making such purchases or gifts caused me radical disarray and Marisol knew it, so if she told me something pleased her, she would advise me not to buy it... “Let's wait until later! Maybe you'll get bored with me and I don't want you to go into debt.” She would say with her beautiful humility. Fortunately, I haven't gotten bored of her and even now, she is my wife and mother of my daughters. But Ann was floating on cloud nine... “Nobody! Not even one of my boyfriends has ever given me a pair of shoes!” she exclaimed in amazement, gazing at the box. “What a shame!” (Nobody! Not even one of my boyf...) “Nobody! Not even any of my nov...” she managed to sentence, giving me a glamorous look and a blush on her cheeks. And really happy because I had passed it very well, I took her in the truck to her house... Like a gentleman, I opened the vehicle door for her, accompanied her to the reception room, and at the moment of our goodbye, instead of a kiss on the cheek, she received one on the lips. Although Ann is slender, her Hug was strong and the suction of her mouth was immense, while her tongue licked mine almost desperately. It was so vigorous that once she withdrew, she had to wipe her lips. 'I don't know what happened to me!' she confessed with great shame. 'I don't do this!' I laughed more than anything due to nervousness... 'Don't laugh! This isn't funny!' she exclaimed seconds before impulsively returning to my lips. And the problem was that her hands were getting in the way, because her kisses were making my body react... 'Are you really you?' I asked myself, caressing her softly and licking my lips in anticipation. 'I'm really doing this with no one else!' 'Then let go...' I begged, a prisoner of her grasp, trying to resist. But although her mind reacted one way, her body had gone wild and with considerable clumsiness and impatience, she was trying to open the door to her apartment in desperation. Finally, she opened the door and with a surprising tug, pulled me into her house, where she skillfully unbuckled my pants. 'Uh! It's enormous!' she said, looking at it, her chin trembling with emotion. Maybe it was only bigger than her boyfriend's. However, I had no doubts about how she was fingering me and the way she was licking her lips, Ann wasn't a virgin. 'I repeat, I've never done something like this!' she kept saying and despite massaging me with dazzling expertise, I believed her. Ann seems a measured and dignified girl. However, it seemed fascinated by the shine of my glans and looked at me solicitously, as if seeking my approval to try it. Finally, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, leaving me in the moon. In my mind, I imagined Ann transmitting from an interesting place and I was her cameraman/lower, receiving thanks after her cooperation. After that, I imagined her debating on a news program, but instead of speaking into the microphone, she dedicated herself to desperately sucking a penis. And it was too obvious that she hadn't had sex for a while. Maybe her boyfriend was harassing her too much, but judging by the lustful shine in her eyes, she clearly enjoyed it and never seemed to remember I bought her shoes. From one moment to the next, as part of my pre-seminal liquid stained her lips, she continued massaging and licking me and asked: Is it true... what Mari says about her mom... and her sister? Her erotic and captivating smile told me there was no loyalty or respect left for my wife. Ann wanted sex and was making sure we gave it to each other well... I don't know! I replied, as she sucked the glans marvelously, like a fruit, and followed it up by devouring it for a good while. When I was almost ready to cum, she suddenly snatched me away and dragged me desperate to her bedroom, throwing me violently onto her bed. Get in! she exclaimed, quickly removing her pantyhose and lifting her skirt. She even attached her vaginal lips to the glans and I could feel her warmth and juices as she kissed me wildly. But making an incredible effort to separate myself from her burning lips, I asked for a little time and pulled out one of my condoms. It had been a long time since opening the package had become so complicated, with Ann constantly caressing me not to lose my splendor. But when I finally managed to put it on and was preparing to insert it, Ann's common sense seemed to return once more... Are you going to put that thing in? That enormous thing? she asked, with a huge smile but a very confused face, as she lay on the bed. I hesitated again because, despite being a shy girl, it was up to her to decide. However, when I hesitated for brief seconds, she ended my doubts with a strong hug that made me introduce the glans. Inside me, stealing a light moan. 'Ahh... it's so... big!' she exclaimed, as she hugged me tightly, piercing my back with her long nails. I was surprised by how tight she was, immersing me in a sea of pleasant sensations and constant temptation to cum prematurely, because for the first time in months, I had to force myself to advance, stealing away moans and kisses and trying to advance 'by ear', because despite my desperation, I didn't want to cause her pain. 'Please... don't stop... keep going!' she constantly begged, as my penis opened its way through her tight, wet, and burning folds, so that later it would cry out a whimper mixed with pain and pleasure. Enraptured in an endless kiss, my hands, more overwhelmed than what was happening, began to explore Ann's waist and reached her delicate and small buttocks, which stole away another surprise moan from her. 'I can't believe... I'm doing this!... You're Mari's husband!' she exclaimed for a fleeting moment where her common sense returned. But quickly it faded away, in a deep moan and closing her eyes, to rest her face on my shoulder. Her sighs felt increasingly hot and fiercely bit her lips as she advanced more and more into me. I remember that she was caressing her own belly with great softness, occasionally being pressed by mine. 'I can't believe it!... It's all in!' she pointed out when she felt my testicles rub against her entrance. And by then, what she had enjoyed pleasurably was set aside, because my thrusts became more potent. In a wild frenzy, I stopped and stood up briefly. With a powerful kick, I lifted her thighs, making her legs hang and maintaining that position, I continued to penetrate her with greater potency. 'Ahh... it's enormous!... It's enormous!' she cried out as her arms and head absorbed the power of my... estocadas, making her bed vibrate.
I felt how her legs were sliding over my backside, in a vague attempt to envelop me. But the pleasure I was receiving between her legs was too much for him to concentrate.
He was pumping agilely, like a bee pollinating a flower and relatively speaking, that was the case and he was reaching higher levels of resistance, by denying him an orgasm again and again inside her.
The beauty of Ann, in those moments where happiness seemed to overflow from her pores, motivated me greatly and finally, when I could no longer contain myself, I ended up inside her.
Her cry, at the moment she felt the condom expanding was magnificent and we remained there, stuck, looking at each other.
Never have I done this! In all my life! she said, affirming my face tenderly with a calm gaze.
Well... these things happen to me. I replied, with much shame, while remaining stuck, which made her kiss me again.
Unlike the cafeteria, Ann's concepts of betrayal had changed and it didn't seem to cause her too many pangs of guilt that I was unfaithful at that moment.
When I could remove it and rolled off the condom, she got down on all fours and licked what was left.
Can't believe it! Still hard! she said, after putting it between her lips.
I smiled, imagining what she wanted, and asked: Do you want to do it again?
She got down on all fours and undressed on the bed, while I prepared with another condom. I could appreciate her completely depilated, rosaceous and flowing vagina and had no doubt that Ann was anything but frigid, as I had told Shawn.
Ah!... It's so thick! she exclaimed when I started sliding it into her.
But in this position, I could better appreciate her body. Her buttocks were not as plump as my wife's or Lizzie's. However, I was quite excited thinking that few men had traversed those places.
Ah!... What are you doing? she asked, surprised. As I felt my index finger teasing the groove of her buttocks.
“Nothing! I'm just touching you!” I replied, giving her a gentle thrust.
“No, please!” she implored. “Marisol told me... ah... that you like it... from behind... and... ah... this is very big...
But by opening up space between her cheeks, I could tell her butt was too small to have been deflowered.
“Are you sure?” I asked, moving my hips with more agility.
“Yes!... I don't want... it to hurt... and leave me unable to sit.” She replied, before sentencing an unexpected roar as she felt my ring finger rub against her hole.
“It's Marisol who likes...” I insisted, wiggling myself perfidiously and sliding my finger smoothly.
Her voice seemed to dissolve in pleasure.
“No!... Please!... No pain!... augh... she stammered confused.
But months of practice with Marisol, Lizzie, Hannah, my mother-in-law, and so many others had taught me well how to touch them.
When I changed my finger for my index, it even generated a powerful orgasm and her body viciously sought the double penetration with its contortions.
A second finger and she continued moving with greater frenzy, complaining pleasantly. I stood up, like I would have done with Hannah and with my free hand, caressing her belly, abdomen, and sliding smoothly until her incipient breasts, whose nipples were erect and hard.
“No, please!... No, please!... Don't do it!” she repeated incessantly, although her arms didn't seek to free themselves from my grasp.
“Don't worry!” I whispered softly. “I won't... today!”
My words gave her another muffled cry and an additional orgasm between my legs, and I placed her back on the bed.
She had become a goddess of sex and sought her pleasure more and more, moving in a formidable way. Her cries were becoming more intense and I held onto her waist with considerable force until the eventual outcome. She roared to the four winds when she felt my condom fill up and her face rested. tossed on the bed. 'You shouldn't tell Mari!' he finally said, his common sense taking over once more, restoring order. 'Tell her I took you to the cinema and for dinner and that's why you were late!' It amused me because we were still stuck together like dogs and he was trying to give me orders as if it were my first time. 'Fine... so I suppose this will only happen once...' I said, when I could free myself again. But she, completely turned on, threw herself at my penis, anxiously cleaning part of my viscosity. 'Of course!...' she replied, adding a timid 'Maybe...' I gave myself a wash, got dressed and bid her farewell once more. 'Thanks for inviting me! It's been unforgettable!' she said, softly kissing my cheek. 'It's been a pleasure...' I responded. And last night she called Marisol to ask if we could go out again...Next post
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