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Volume IWhen we returned to the truck, Marisol was still upset and asking us to go back home immediately, but I wanted to keep insisting. In few occasions, I have seen her jealous and despite her protests, I decided not to take the route we took and headed towards the coast. Why are you angry? Didn't you have a good time? I asked, in a gentle tone. I'm not angry! she replied, quite hostile. Only that I worry about the little... Marisol, don't lie! I responded, seeing her long and delicate blinking. You also know that they won't wake up until morning... And really, it's true. Although we witnessed a earthquake (a magnitude 7 on the Richter scale, which didn't even cause structural damage to the houses) during our last visit to our country, some replays completely went unnoticed by our daughters, who were sleeping peacefully while the world was shaking around them. It's because you were going to leave with her and leave me alone! she finally revealed the reason for her discontent. Then I decided to pull over and put on the hazard lights. I put the parking brake on, applied the handbrake, unbuckled my seatbelt and hers. While she was looking at me surprised, I took her by the shoulder and pulled her towards me, so she could sit on my lap, as I have learned to do during this short period of being married. Look! I told her, explaining it as if she were one of my daughters. Let's say I had gone with that girl. Do you think I would have stayed calm if you looked like that? Her expression changed deliciously into a luminous smile. No! No way! No! Right? Because I would have been looking back at you, dead of jealousy. Now, think about this: suppose I had gone with that girl from the club, how would you have gotten home? Would you take a taxi? Of course not! It's too expensive! she exclaimed, very angry. See? You would have taken the train and surely, you would get off at North Haven to walk to... dark, dressed like that. Do you think I would have felt calm if I had known that?
Her little eyes sparkled at me a bit more.
No! she replied with a wide and charismatic smile. You would have worried!
See?
But... why were you leaving with her?... That didn't please me! she exclaimed with a sweet, spoiled whimper, unbuttoning some buttons on my shirt.
Ah!... I wanted to see you a little jealous...
Her eyes dilated tremendously.
Celosa?... but if I'm not jealous... she replied, pretending to be indifferent.
No! Of course not! I said, with a slight tone of sarcasm that took away her small pout.
I put her back in her seat, we fastened our seatbelts and continued the trip. When I arrived at the coastal road, I got off at the entrance to a luxury hotel to her discontent.
We presented ourselves at the reception and the woman who was attending made a brief expression of disgust when she saw us so young, in such a distinguished place, without luggage and with intentions to spend the night...
Let me warn you that our rates may be quite high for you, the bitter woman, around forty years old, warned.
It doesn't matter! I replied, presenting her one of my credit cards. Just charge it to this account, please.
With a face like a raven, she checked if there was enough balance and I, with my usual parsimony, waited for her change of attitude when she confirmed the data.
Here you are! Thank you very much for choosing us! she replied, with such great kindness that bordered on sweetness. The bellhop will take you to your room!
As we were going up in the elevator, Marisol was protesting to me at a low volume.
What foolishness is this! Our house is so close and the room is so expensive!
While trying to contain my smile, I didn't want to tell her how much it reminded me of my old father-in-law when he said that...
Our room was quite spacious and cozy: an enormous double bed, with 2 lamps... wall and a huge plasma TV in front of the bed; the floor, completely carpeted in a color similar to pudding, which matched the walls and ceiling and a wide balcony with a view of the street and sea. When the buttons finished showing us the amenities of our room, I gave him a generous tip. 'Hey, friend. What are the chances you can get me a Banana Split? I asked. 'I don't know, sir. It seems that the kitchen is closed at this time...' he replied, counting the bills with surprise. It was around midnight and I had doubts if the kitchen would still be open. 'I'm willing to double my tip and pay for the dessert and a peach juice!' I offered, before my wife's expectant gaze. 'Well... the minibar has some drinks and beverages.' He replied, with a much more hospitable attitude than the receptionist. 'I'll try to convince the cook!' 'Thank you so much!' I thanked him, while the boy trotted towards the elevator as if he was being blown away. I left a little money for Marisol, who was still looking angry on the bed. 'Why are we staying here? I want to go back home!' She said. I got a bit irritated by her attitude. 'Let's go, nightingale! Don't you realize that in few occasions, we'll be able to enjoy a room like this?' I insisted, while unbuttoning my shirt. 'Besides... you're too beautiful to take to a cheap motel.' My comments made her embarrassed and left her waiting for her dessert while I took a shower. Generally, we don't give ourselves too many pleasures. But in our current condition as married people, it would be impossible for us to enjoy a room like that the way I intended to do it, since we live focused on our daughters and although we still make love with considerable freedom and frequency, I've realized that we've lost a little time to share together. The bathroom was quite... large, with a shower in a glass hut and an enormous tub apart, where three people could easily bathe. I gave myself a refreshing shower to unwind my tensions and when I came out, wrapped in a fairly soft robe, I found my wife with half the dessert for two. 'I've got the water running in the tub, so you can take a bath!' I warned her, intending to make it up to her. 'But we have a bathtub at home...' she protested, insisting that we go back. But I know it's different. We're 'ecological' and only use the bathtub for washing our little ones, this one had a massage function and natural salts, so it was really an experience I didn't want her to miss. 'Please!' I begged, giving her a tender and humble kiss. 'At least let me wash your back.' Marisol isn't insensitive and although she was still annoyed by the attention, she agreed to my request. It was memorable watching her undress in the bathroom: she wore high-heeled shoes (fortunately, she learned to walk in them without tripping too much), which apart from giving her more height, highlighted her already appetizing Booty even more. She looked at me, asking for help to unfasten the closure of her dress and with the same modesty we've been able to maintain in this relationship, slowly slid the dress down through her waist and arms. Her white lace underwear looked very attractive, as if it complemented Marisol's still projecting aura of innocence and virginity, regardless of how much we've lived together, adding more eroticism and sensuality to the situation. Irresistibly, she had to reveal them, to remove her lower garment, but always giving me her back and highlighting her sculptural rear too enticingly, then covering herself with both hands: one, in her intimate area and the other, over her generous breasts, while contemplating my astonished expression. 'Let's see' What's so yummy about this tub... for which you spent so much! she said, smiling with mischief, as she slid her right leg smoothly over the steamy and foamy container.
Maintaining that game of hiding her body, she continued to slide slowly until the foam covered her nudity entirely.
Siii! It's quite good! she exclaimed, pleased by the water temperature.
It was then that I moved closer to her side.
Marisol, can I give you a little massage on your shoulders?
She rewarded me with a playful smile...
It's okay! But don't get any other ideas, eh? she replied, coquettishly inviting me.
But although I wanted to make love to her, I wanted to massage her, since I knew quite well when my best friend is tense.
Cielos, nightingale! Although you've been on vacation for a few weeks, you still have a lot of tension in your shoulders.
It's because of the girls, my love... she exclaimed, giving a rather pleasant moan. I'm still very worried about them...
Marisol, can I ask you something?
She smiled and gave me a coquettish look.
Do you ask to make a question? she pointed out, very amused. You're my wife! You can ask anything!
Don't you worry that I'm older than you? I asked, shaking my hands from the foam. I mean... don't you worry that I'm more old than you?
Her emeralds dilated instantly...
For nothing! Are you asking because of what that insensitive person said at the disco? she asked, looking at me with concern.
I smiled tenderly.
No, Marisol! You'll see... I worry that being 10 years older might not be as lively as I am now. On the other hand, you'll keep seeing yourself as beautiful, even when you're 30...
Marisol laughed heartily, despite my affliction.
Really, do you worry about that? she exclaimed, looking at me with incredulity.
Love, there are old calentons, even older than you, who still go without stopping! And besides, my love: my mom can tell you the name of a few... but it doesn't matter to me. I love you because you're the most lovely thing I've found in life and You do things like that, which fill me with more and more happiness. I don't think you'll calm down. You have too much fighting spirit to give up! But if it happens, I'll know how to find you so you can make me happy with you…
It was in this way that I ended up searching for her lips. I kissed my wife/friend/siren softly and didn't care about splashing when I got into the bathtub, including my robe...
Anyway, we don't clean, I explained, as she continued smiling.
And I started undressing, amidst the water, foam, and steam. Although I couldn't appreciate it through the foam, I know Marisol's body so well that my hands took only an instant to brush against the wonderful treasure between her legs.
No! No! Ah, not there! she protested, while her spasms and pleased face said the opposite, seeking my lips thirstily. How can... worry about something like this... if you do things like these?
I just see you so beautiful, Marisol, that I know well I don't deserve you! I replied.
No! You're wrong! she exclaimed in an exacerbated outcry. You're my best... friend and the one who has treated me best!
My glans found its target and she, overwhelmed by my body, clung tightly to my shoulder.
I love you! I love you! she said, giving me fervent kisses with her rosy lips.
My fingers palpated her hidden and wavy forms, while the water emphasized the impact of my thrusts.
I felt her warm and soapy body, feeling gratefully happy because even though I couldn't see it directly, I knew what I was touching was her ivory skin.
She, on the other hand, moved marvelously, liberating delicate sighs of pleasure that were complemented by tender kisses that still maintained some of the sweetness of her dessert in her lips, together with the unmistakable flavor of lemon from her mouth.
Ay, love!... You're so deep inside!... My life!... I worry about it... if I'll get pregnant! she whispered in my ear.
The truth is a shared concern, especially because my Body fits perfectly with hers. But that comment made me feel more enthusiastic. In fact, I've talked to Marisol about my emotional dilemma regarding this, because although my main desire is for her to finish her studies, I also want to be parents again, although I weigh it against the fact that our little ones are not grown up enough yet. I want to have... many children with you... Marisol! I said, letting myself be carried away by my excitement. Seven... or 15... as you prefer... The lower lip of Marisol gratifiedly contracted at my words, whimpering and closing her eyes, feeling me larger inside her. 22... would seem perfect... But it was something of the moment. We want to have several children, but we're not thinking about being literal rabbits. The water was tempestuously splashing, while Marisol closed her eyes and the steam seemed to take her spirit with pleasure. Curiously, the contrast between my exposed backside in the air and the warmth of the water made my thrusts more urgent, summing up my beloved wife's joy. Uy, Marisol!... Uy, Marisol!... I think I can't go any deeper!... I've reached my limit! I exclaimed, with intense jabs that cut through the air to my wife, while my testicles hit her pubis with cunning and perhaps pressed a bit harder than usual, aiming for the most hidden places inside my woman. It's okay!... It's okay! she replied, completely submissive and defenseless, under the weight of my body crushing her. If you went deeper... I'd go crazy! Eventually, we reached climax. Despite having seen my wife reach the stars with me many times before, this time was special: Her face looked disheveled and set in a firm expression, as if she were afraid of drowning. On my part, waiting for the usual lift-off, I maintained an interminable flexion... Arms, with the intention of not crushing her. “Do you really... worry about that?” she asked, as her senses returned a bit, referring to the confession I had made earlier. Although it saddened me a little that she didn't believe me, I understood that she could consider it as a trick on my part, to make love to her. However, after knowing each other for so long and being truly friends, she allowed herself to interpret the honesty of my gaze. “Yes!” I replied, looking at her with tenderness. “I worry that one day you'll be too tired to make me happy!” “Oh, love, you're such a silly sometimes!” she said in a sweet voice. “You go for a run, work all day, take care of me and Liz... Do you really worry that one day you won't have the strength?... because I'm still waiting for you to get tired…” And indeed, when we could finally disengage, Marisol continued to be happy because my erection was still not subsiding, so we changed positions. No matter how many times we've done it together, I always enjoy seeing her expression when she feels me enter: she closes her eyes; takes (if she considers it necessary) and slightly furrows her face as her head begins to descend. Then, she gives a kind of choke, like when one takes a bath with very hot water, as I start sliding into her interior (or to be more accurate, her body starts descending due to gravity and weight). But what really excites me now is that every time her body reaches the bottom, her breasts shake impressively. And her hips, soft and with a couple of rolls that don't look bad on her, start making slight semicircles as she gains more momentum. Her face looks divine and sometimes, she bites her lips, which makes me even hotter, but tries to keep her eyes closed. Although I've asked her, she doesn't realize it, but I theorize that it's because in those moments, she's more concerned with finding her own pleasure and not focusing so much on the romanticism that our gazes entail. Then, it stands up and its generous and overflowing breasts make me crazy and I start to say slightly more coarse comments to her, seeking to give her greater pleasure. 'Ah, momma... you look so yummy!' I said, while riding her magnificently and her erect and brilliant nipples soliciting that I try them. But on this occasion, we also became aware of a barrier that I carried beneath the surface of my personality… 'Yes, pussy!... Yes, pussy!... Like that, pussy!... Take it all!' and then she looked at me surprised. 'What? What happened?' I felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over me and could feel my entire nervous system draining the forces from my erection to potentiate the tension in my body. 'I'm sorry, Marisol... but don't call me that...' I replied, feeling how I was also getting confused. 'What?... But... Why?... Don't you like it this way?' she asked, confused and truly surprised, because it doesn't happen to me often. 'Of course you're pleasing, nightingale!...' I replied complicatedly. 'But if you say pussy, I remember the little...' She laughed, very amused and understanding what was happening to me. 'But I don't say it for them...' she said, kissing me and giving small jumps, trying to revive my erection. 'I say it because I think you're my pussy...' 'Come on, Marisol! Don't say that!' I asked, feeling that my tension was accumulating at the base of my jaw. 'It's true!' she replied, with a face of lust, seeing that her words were working. 'You are my new pussy!... The one who teaches me yummy things in bed!' Marisol's suction was impressive and her conviction, in seeking to get me going again, was impressive, to the point that despite my best efforts to resist, I was falling under her charms. 'Come on, Marisol! Don't make me like this!' I asked, feeling how it was growing again in her once more. 'Yes... You are my pussy tasty!... Teach me more things!... Please!' She was asking, with a very sweet voice. After some kisses, hugs, caresses, and indecent blowjobs, we didn't take too long to melt back together and as if we were still the couple of old times, we gazed at each other dazed-eyed. 'We left everything wet!' she exclaimed, seeing the edge of the tub. 'Should we ask for a janitor?' I gave her a tender smile because despite everything, we still weren't used to luxuries and I understood her. 'I don't think so!' I replied, trying to stay firm. 'Someone should pay someone else to clean...' 'But we leave such a mess!' 'Yes, but I doubt it's the worst thing this bathroom has seen...' I reflected, thinking there was still enough space in the bathtub for Lizzie and even Hannah... 'You know? Now I think you're starting to understand why I wanted to come...' she said, looking at me with her beautiful emeralds, adding with the same captivating coquetry she showed me at the pub... 'And now... since I know you still have desires... What do you think if we try how yummy it feels on the bed?' In a few occasions, I've been so in agreement with her.Next post
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