To start this story I must refer back to December of last year, the week before the holidays. Time of reunions and celebrations.
The Friday 11 had been the office dinner and the 18th the company dinner of my husband's employer. In the latter, I ran into people I only see at such gatherings. Even Bruno, who is the true father of my son, and with whom I have a lovely friendship. He doesn't know he's the father of Ro, but I still try to maintain our relationship over time, as someday I may have to tell him.
As an anecdotal note, I'll tell you that at one point in the night, taking advantage of the commotion and general revelry during the crazy hour, we snuck out of the ballroom with champagne glasses in hand and, seeking refuge on the stairs of the hotel, made our personal toast, complete with a passionate kiss in between.
For us, he said as he clinked his glass against mine.
And for our son, I thought as I responded to his toast.
But it's not about Bruno or his paternity that I want to talk about, but rather Fernando, still a new employee at the firm at the time. They introduced me to him along with his wife, Cecilia, a beautiful blonde who had a successful past as a model. Now she's retired, dedicated exclusively to her family and home, since they have two small children (even showed me the photos), just as lovely as them.
With Fernando, nothing happened; I recognized that he was an attractive man, but every time I paid attention to him, I noticed he was besotted with his beautiful wife, whom he kissed every now and then, and from whom he never separated for a second.
But... there's always a but. I left the bank with plenty of time to spare. While I was thinking about what to do, whether to head to the office or grab breakfast around there, I started walking in the direction of traffic, deciding on a third option, looking at storefronts. When I got to the corner, I heard someone calling my name.
!Mariela! !Mariela!
Surprised, I turned around and saw Fernando standing still at the stoplight, playing with the car's headlights and signaling me through the window. I recognized him instantly. What surprised me was that he had recognized me in the middle of all the people walking on Santa Fé street at that hour.
Do you work around here? If you want, I can reach you, he proposed when I got closer to greet him.
No, I'm just here for a quick errand, passing through, I said, pointing out the Santander Río branch that was just a few meters away.
At that moment, the stoplight turned green and the cars behind started honking at him to move forward.
If you don't speed up, the one behind will pass us over, he warned, and before I hesitated, he insisted, Come on, I'll take you as far as you want.
To avoid causing a commotion in traffic, I accepted and got in, making a gesture with my palms together to apologize for the delay. When I was inside, Fernando greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and started driving.
The car that had been following us all along accelerated and pulled up alongside ours. The driver leaned out the window and yelled:
Great stuff! Take her to a hotel and get one for yourself, so you can wait for her while she gets ready,
Fernando and I looked at each other and laughed.
To ease the tension of the moment, I told him he could take me to my work instead, and gave him the address.
Okay, he nodded. But first, a favor.
What is it? I asked.
When I saw you, I was on my way home because I forgot my wallet, just a touch, let me go get it and I'll take you to your job, he explained.
No problem, I said, after all, I had plenty of time. my favorite.
In Anchorena turn right, and enter the garage of a building that is almost on the corner of Juncal. He stops at the first underground level, turns off the engine and gets out of the car, while I stay there, thinking I have to wait for him. But to my surprise he opens the door on my side and asks me to follow him.
-But ..., your wife, your children, what will they say?- I'm surprised.
-Don't worry, they're not here, besides you won't be left alone waiting here, it's really depressing- he insists.
I finally accept to accompany him. As long as this doesn't bring complications with his family, I insist. He says again that there are no problems.
We go up to the fifth floor and enter an apartment that smells bad from the start. Not because of any special aroma, but because I don't see any photos of his family or anything that would indicate the presence of children or a woman in the place.
-Can I get you something?- he asks very calmly and relaxed, approaching a very well-stocked bar that takes up almost an entire wall.
-Didn't you want to look for your wallet and we were leaving?- I remind him.
He takes it out of his pocket and shows it to me.
-I'm sorry, I remembered I had it on me- he says with a guilty smile.
-You're a jerk, you brought me to your floozy!- I say scandalized.
And here, with one hand on these Holy Evangelists, I swear I didn't see it coming. He caught me off guard. I'm surprised not only that I fell so gently, but also by who he is. It's not that I thought him a saint, but from there to being so upfront about his wife's husband like it was too much risk he was taking. What if I made a scene? If I threatened to tell my husband?
-This was my bachelor apartment, but ..., yes, you could say it's my floozy- he nods without complexes or guilt.
-And your wife knows it? That you still have it?- I ask curiously.
-Haha, of course not, supposedly I sold it before we got married- he laughs -But sit down, Relax a bit and tell me what you want to drink-
I sit down and smile incredulously at the situation, telling him:
-Whatever you take is fine-
He serves an exquisite whiskey in several glasses and sits down beside me, very close, almost glued to my body.
-By chance or causality of having found each other-, he expresses as a toast.
-Why did you bring me here, Fernando?- I ask, serious, after taking a sip of my drink.
-Isn't it obvious?- he inquires, drinking from his own glass.
-If I let myself be guided by what's obvious, I should punch your face with a slap-, I point out -Or tell my husband and have him do it-
For a moment the idea crosses my mind that Bruno might have made some comment about us to Fernando, something like: I've had M...'s wife on repeat, and then he wanted to try his luck, but he himself takes care of clarifying.
-Mariela- he says, putting down his glass and taking one of my hands -Since I saw you at the end-of-year dinner, I've been hooked on you, couldn't forget about you, but when I saw you walking around Santa Fé today, so close to this place, it was like Destiny was sending me a sign. I don't know how many times I fantasized about having you here with me, for..., for...-
-..., for taking me-, he completes for him.
I can do nothing but nod, smiling as if with guilt.
-For taking you, yes, but above all so that the two of us can enjoy ourselves and let ourselves be carried away by that impulse that I'm sure you also felt that night-
Pure nonsense, I know, because that night I didn't feel anything and I'm sure he didn't either. But I saw him there, an easy prey, and he couldn't resist the temptation to make a move. For him it would be a big achievement, just arrived at the company and already making eyes at the wife of one of his colleagues.
I kept silent, pretending to ponder on his words, showing myself both confused and surprised at the same time. The fact that he didn't withdraw his hand when he took mine was already a wink in his favor.
-It's your decision, Mariela, if you want us to leave, we'll leave-, But if we stay, I assure you won't regret it - he says, giving me time to consider his proposal.
-Pero..., my husband, your wife...- I say timidly, simulating being overwhelmed by guilt.
-Forgive them, now we are just us, you and I- he insists, trying to dispel any doubt that may be in my mind.
He takes the glass away from me, puts it aside, and takes both of my hands in his, caressing me with his thumbs on the palm of each one.
I look at him and bite my lower lip, giving him a sign that I'm almost ready to fall, just a little push... That little push is the kiss he gives me. I try to pull away, as if I want and don't want it at the same time, but his persistence prevails. And although it's only a peck, fate has already been sealed.
-I thought yours were models- I say in obvious allusion to his wife Top Model.
-Mine are beautiful women like you- he says, giving me a second kiss, now much more effusive and enticing than the first one.
As we kiss, tongue to tongue, lip to lip, his hands slide down my legs, already taking full control of the situation.
I'm wearing pants, so I help him undo the button and lower the zipper, just enough for him to put his hand inside my underwear and touch me... use the word: pussy.
-Mmmhhhh..., you're already wet!- he exclaims as he feels the humidity that floods me from the inside.
-I think you were right about that pulsation- I say between sighs, squeezing my legs to hold his fingers in my interior.
Without stopping to explore me, he kisses me again. This time it's me who opens my mouth and searches for his tongue, caressing the trembling bulge already swelling in his groin. With his free hand, he takes it out and leaves it there, vibrating in the air. Corresponding to his caresses, I grab it and press it gently. Fernando lets out a moan as he feels the pressure. As a form of revenge, he pinches and twists my clitoris, provoking a delicious shiver.
We... We mutually pleasure ourselves while kissing, feeling in the other that effervescence that threatens to make us explode into a thousand pieces.
-Me brought you where you bring your whores..., so I have to be your slut- I say, getting down on my knees before him to render the due honors.
I smile at him, lick his glans with my tongue, along its sides, give his testicles a kiss and opening my mouth, swallow a bit more than half of his well-endowed cock.
-Mmmhhhhh..., I knew you had to be very good at sucking cocks!- he exclaims between sighs, enjoying the suction of my lips and the fingering of my hands.
When I'm like this, under the influence of an all-powerful cock, I don't hold back anything, I like to enjoy myself and have others enjoy me. I think there's no more intimate moment than that (apart from sex itself, of course), when you're sucking it or having it sucked. At least for me, it's like a ceremony, in which I put everything of mine, body and soul, to please the other. And Fernando's placid exclamations allowed me to know he was enjoying himself.
I went back and forth between masturbation and fellatio, licking the cum strings that were dripping down his sides.
-Do you dare to eat it all?- he asks as if he wasn't already satisfied with what I was doing to him.
-I'm willing to be willing, but I don't know if I can take it- I say, as if I hadn't eaten bigger pieces before. Remember that I was in my role of a faithful and selfless wife who cheats on her husband for the first time, so I shouldn't show myself too overcome in certain aspects. I realized he liked that innocence and inexperience. He liked knowing himself to be my corruptor.
-Let's try it- he says.
He grabs my head with his hands and pulls me towards his exaggerated virility. I open my mouth and let the cock pierce me until it hits my throat. Then I step back and start coughing, but not in a simulated way, as it really made me choke. new...- he insists, more enthusiastic with my good disposition than with the result.
I eat him again, until it reaches my throat, but I don't stay there like before, instead I keep going, a little more each time, holding back my gag reflexes. He helps by placing his palms on my neck and pushing down. You can hear rough and guttural sounds produced by the effort of my mouth devouring all that meat. My eyes are full of tears and my cheeks are flushed, but I still have a good chunk left to fulfill my mission. When I see myself in such condition, Fernando relieves the pressure on his hands, but then corrects himself, placing mine over his and telling him to keep pushing. He does so until I feel my lips brushing against his testicles and his guys tickling my nose. Only then does he let go. Relieved, I spit out a dense mixture of saliva and cum, and I start to pant, as if trying to recover the lost air.
I'm barely recovering when he gets up and, holding me there on my knees, submissive and obedient, grabs me impulsively and starts sucking me through my mouth. Now, I don't have to pretend that I'm being choked because he really does it with all that meat. He stops for a moment and helps me take off my blouse over my head. I take care of the corset myself, unbuttoning it and throwing it aside.
-What big tits Mariela!-he expresses, captivated by the mammary display before him.
He puts his cock between my boobs and makes a Boobs fuck, leaving me with a red streak down the middle from all that excitement.
I get up and kiss him on the mouth, without him caring that I just did him one, but several deep gorges. His hands caress my breasts, massage them, as if trying to check if they're real or silicone. Yes, they're real, I think he's thinking when checking the texture and consistency of the same.
He lowers my pants and, caressing my Booty, says:
-Do you know that today... I saw you leaving the bank, but I didn't recognize you at first, all that was looking at me was your ass. When you turned around to see if any car was doubling back, that's when I realized who you were, and I said to myself, even though you're M......'s wife, I have to give her a beautiful bum.
I turn around and give it to her all over the place.
-Here's my bum, it's all yours, but... what are you going to do with it?- I ask with a tone that's both naive and sensual.
-I'm going to break it, make it of rubber, I'll do whatever a bum like this (pinching it) deserves to have done to it- she says, as if I had the fault of having an ass that awakens her lowest instincts.
She pushes me onto the sofa and makes me get down on my knees. She leans over behind me and starts licking my entire crease, going up and down, poking at my clitoris, making it so hard that even hurts. Then she separates my buttocks with both hands and puts her tongue in my hole, licking all my interior until she spits inside, once, twice, three times.
-This ass is begging for a cock!- she exclaims, putting her fingers in me to dilate me properly.
Then she takes out a strip of condoms from the table next to the sofa and puts one on. She walks around with the cock all over the place, hitting me with it one and the other cheek, making me feel like I'm about to get it. I don't tell her, but they've put in sizes bigger than this before. Still, she makes me feel like this is the most impressive thing she's ever had to deal with.
-Don't be a jerk... you're going to hurt me!- I say when she tries to put it in, pushing her away and showing my resistance to such practices.
-Come on, you'll tell me you've never had anyone do it to you through the ass- she insists.
-Sure, but... it's too big- I say, trying to stop her increasingly enthusiastic advances.
-And who did it? Your husband?- she asks.
-Less pray to God and forgive- I reply laughing.
-Come on, tell me, who did it?- insists, now yes, braking himself. -A friend, haha..., a very good friend- I answer intriguingly. That's the moment he takes advantage of to grab my arms and immobilize them at my back. Of course, I pretend to be distracted, allowing him to take advantage of the situation. The next thing I feel is that he sticks it in my ass, making me jump off the sofa due to the impact. I scream, kick, scratch the upholstery, trying to get free, but any effort is useless, since he keeps me well secured. Of course, I do all this on purpose, as it seems to excite him that I resist. And it excites me that he tries to screw me by force. Finally, I let myself be done with, as if I realize there's no escape and I give in my bum for him to do as he pleases. He screws me brutally, ramming into me with his whole body, making me cry every time he reaches the bottom. I don't know what to touch, what to push, but I feel like everything is moving inside me. It's like when he sticks it in, his cock seems to get even longer, as if an extension comes out and goes through me until I think I'll burst. Well gripped at my hips, he destroys my ass with pure bombast, shivering me with that movement of his waist that keeps me firmly secured, allowing no escape whatsoever. He doesn't give me a break, but keeps going and going, always forward, filling me with pain and pleasure in equal parts. Then he takes it out and turns me around. I'm still wearing my pants and shoes, so he takes them off and spreads my legs. He's so hard that the lining almost reaches halfway up, where a prominent curve makes his head point upwards. He walks the tip along my whole pussy, up and down, until he sticks it in, fucks me a few times and leaves it inside, then lifts me up and takes me to the bedroom. During this short trip, while I'm holding onto him with my arms around his body, my legs linked around his waist, I am What's moving, fully inserting me into that magnificent cock that has me so well stuck. I'm with my eyes closed, all my senses focused on that orgasm compressing in my entrails, the only thing I can feel is that it's supporting me from behind on a soft and muffled surface, its bed surely, and leaning between my legs, takes me again with everything, shaking me until the fallopian tubes with each thrust. The middle comb causes the friction with my clitoris to be even more intense and pleasant. - Mariela..., you're a sexy girl..., I have an exploding cock and I want to keep screwing you!- it says without stopping pumping me. Just as I open my eyes since we entered, what I see is the hotel room's habitación. Faint lights, perfumed atmosphere, a soft and sexy saxophone melody playing in the background, mirrors on the walls and ceiling. A sofa next to the bed, with shapes that allow for maneuvering in various positions. The bed we're on is round and wide, which makes me suspect it's used to share with more than one person at once. It takes it out again and lies down on his back. - Come here!- it says, holding its erection with one hand. I get on top of him, adjust myself between his legs, and let it flow until... Ahhhhhhhh..., it fills me up like if I had shrunk and had the pussy of a teenage virgin. How big I feel!, and even more when I start moving, sliding around his masculinity, up and down, to the sides, with deeper seats each time. Fernando kisses me, licks my tongue, bites my lips, sucks my tits, wandering his hands over my whole backside and spine until he places them on both sides of my waist and firmly holding me, starts moving from below, hitting me with all its might, making me howl with pleasure. The bed is well attached to the floor and wall, so despite our wild movements, it doesn't move. We move ourselves, so the only thing that's heard is the wet sound of our sex, accompanied by exalted moans from one and the other.
After the ride and finishing with almost numb legs, I fall onto my side towards a corner.
-Are we going for the dust for the morning guy? he asks, referring to the one who waited for us at the semaphor.
-Yeah, let's go! I say, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
Then, counting on my approval, he positions himself transversely across my body, beneath my legs and enters me again. I lift my head a bit and see him penetrating me. Not only do I like feeling possessed by him, but also seeing him.
He grabs me firmly by the thighs and enters me, pulling out exalted moans of pleasure from me.
In this position, I can masturbate and touch my breasts while he's fucking me, enjoying my body and his, as he enjoys mine. I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by that wave of sensations that sweeps everything in its path. Already, I can feel the signs, both his and mine. On his part, he grabs one of my legs, digging his fingers into my thigh, and redoubles the force of his thrusts. I pinch my nipples, hit the bed, scream, howl, all to release that brutal energy concentrated inside me.
We look at each other's eyes, attentive to the other's gestures. We don't need to talk to know we're about to reach our climax, each in our own way but with a common destination.
-GIVE IT TO ME... GIVE IT TO ME... GIVE IT TO ME...! I scream and end between exalted sighs, arching my back, pushing my body against his, eager to feel that primal force even more intensely that excites all my senses.
Fernando keeps going for a bit longer and ends inside me, in the condom, although due to the force of his orgasm, I can feel the semen hitting the latex.
-You're a real woman, Mariela, what a way to fuck! he praises while pulling out, taking care not to spill. nothing where it shouldn't be. -This is madness- I finally express, grabbing my head, unable to avoid mixing my words with moans of pleasure. -I believe you- he replies, taking off his jacket, tying a knot and discarding it in a trash can beside the bed -The truth Mariela, I'm telling you that you surprised me- Without getting up yet, I lean on my elbows and look at him interrogatively. -I didn't think you'd take the trip, I already saw myself locked up and with a sexual harassment complaint- he confesses. -So you took a chance- I deduce. -That bum is worth it, and besides, who doesn't jump into the water to learn how to swim, don't they?- he confirms as a sentence. -And now what about us and you?- I ask curiously. -Well, we won't be lovers, but we can have sex every now and then- he suggests. -So, I'll just be one of your little ones- I throw back at him, although in reality he would be one more of my guys. -Not one, the best!- he clarifies, if necessary -Do you feel like it?- I pretend to think about it and looking at him without hiding his cock, I reply: -Yes, I do, but don't say a word to anyone about this, promise me- -I promise- He gets into bed beside me and kisses me, sealing the pact of silence we commit to. We leave the club after noon. He reaches my workplace and then goes to his own, and I'd be lying if I didn't say that it excited me to know that, after having had a tremendous fuck (and fuck), he would be fucking my husband, envying (or pitying?) him for having a wife like me. What would you feel in our place?
The Friday 11 had been the office dinner and the 18th the company dinner of my husband's employer. In the latter, I ran into people I only see at such gatherings. Even Bruno, who is the true father of my son, and with whom I have a lovely friendship. He doesn't know he's the father of Ro, but I still try to maintain our relationship over time, as someday I may have to tell him.
As an anecdotal note, I'll tell you that at one point in the night, taking advantage of the commotion and general revelry during the crazy hour, we snuck out of the ballroom with champagne glasses in hand and, seeking refuge on the stairs of the hotel, made our personal toast, complete with a passionate kiss in between.
For us, he said as he clinked his glass against mine.
And for our son, I thought as I responded to his toast.
But it's not about Bruno or his paternity that I want to talk about, but rather Fernando, still a new employee at the firm at the time. They introduced me to him along with his wife, Cecilia, a beautiful blonde who had a successful past as a model. Now she's retired, dedicated exclusively to her family and home, since they have two small children (even showed me the photos), just as lovely as them.
With Fernando, nothing happened; I recognized that he was an attractive man, but every time I paid attention to him, I noticed he was besotted with his beautiful wife, whom he kissed every now and then, and from whom he never separated for a second.
But... there's always a but. I left the bank with plenty of time to spare. While I was thinking about what to do, whether to head to the office or grab breakfast around there, I started walking in the direction of traffic, deciding on a third option, looking at storefronts. When I got to the corner, I heard someone calling my name.
!Mariela! !Mariela!
Surprised, I turned around and saw Fernando standing still at the stoplight, playing with the car's headlights and signaling me through the window. I recognized him instantly. What surprised me was that he had recognized me in the middle of all the people walking on Santa Fé street at that hour.
Do you work around here? If you want, I can reach you, he proposed when I got closer to greet him.
No, I'm just here for a quick errand, passing through, I said, pointing out the Santander Río branch that was just a few meters away.
At that moment, the stoplight turned green and the cars behind started honking at him to move forward.
If you don't speed up, the one behind will pass us over, he warned, and before I hesitated, he insisted, Come on, I'll take you as far as you want.
To avoid causing a commotion in traffic, I accepted and got in, making a gesture with my palms together to apologize for the delay. When I was inside, Fernando greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and started driving.
The car that had been following us all along accelerated and pulled up alongside ours. The driver leaned out the window and yelled:
Great stuff! Take her to a hotel and get one for yourself, so you can wait for her while she gets ready,
Fernando and I looked at each other and laughed.
To ease the tension of the moment, I told him he could take me to my work instead, and gave him the address.
Okay, he nodded. But first, a favor.
What is it? I asked.
When I saw you, I was on my way home because I forgot my wallet, just a touch, let me go get it and I'll take you to your job, he explained.
No problem, I said, after all, I had plenty of time. my favorite.
In Anchorena turn right, and enter the garage of a building that is almost on the corner of Juncal. He stops at the first underground level, turns off the engine and gets out of the car, while I stay there, thinking I have to wait for him. But to my surprise he opens the door on my side and asks me to follow him.
-But ..., your wife, your children, what will they say?- I'm surprised.
-Don't worry, they're not here, besides you won't be left alone waiting here, it's really depressing- he insists.
I finally accept to accompany him. As long as this doesn't bring complications with his family, I insist. He says again that there are no problems.
We go up to the fifth floor and enter an apartment that smells bad from the start. Not because of any special aroma, but because I don't see any photos of his family or anything that would indicate the presence of children or a woman in the place.
-Can I get you something?- he asks very calmly and relaxed, approaching a very well-stocked bar that takes up almost an entire wall.
-Didn't you want to look for your wallet and we were leaving?- I remind him.
He takes it out of his pocket and shows it to me.
-I'm sorry, I remembered I had it on me- he says with a guilty smile.
-You're a jerk, you brought me to your floozy!- I say scandalized.
And here, with one hand on these Holy Evangelists, I swear I didn't see it coming. He caught me off guard. I'm surprised not only that I fell so gently, but also by who he is. It's not that I thought him a saint, but from there to being so upfront about his wife's husband like it was too much risk he was taking. What if I made a scene? If I threatened to tell my husband?
-This was my bachelor apartment, but ..., yes, you could say it's my floozy- he nods without complexes or guilt.
-And your wife knows it? That you still have it?- I ask curiously.
-Haha, of course not, supposedly I sold it before we got married- he laughs -But sit down, Relax a bit and tell me what you want to drink-
I sit down and smile incredulously at the situation, telling him:
-Whatever you take is fine-
He serves an exquisite whiskey in several glasses and sits down beside me, very close, almost glued to my body.
-By chance or causality of having found each other-, he expresses as a toast.
-Why did you bring me here, Fernando?- I ask, serious, after taking a sip of my drink.
-Isn't it obvious?- he inquires, drinking from his own glass.
-If I let myself be guided by what's obvious, I should punch your face with a slap-, I point out -Or tell my husband and have him do it-
For a moment the idea crosses my mind that Bruno might have made some comment about us to Fernando, something like: I've had M...'s wife on repeat, and then he wanted to try his luck, but he himself takes care of clarifying.
-Mariela- he says, putting down his glass and taking one of my hands -Since I saw you at the end-of-year dinner, I've been hooked on you, couldn't forget about you, but when I saw you walking around Santa Fé today, so close to this place, it was like Destiny was sending me a sign. I don't know how many times I fantasized about having you here with me, for..., for...-
-..., for taking me-, he completes for him.
I can do nothing but nod, smiling as if with guilt.
-For taking you, yes, but above all so that the two of us can enjoy ourselves and let ourselves be carried away by that impulse that I'm sure you also felt that night-
Pure nonsense, I know, because that night I didn't feel anything and I'm sure he didn't either. But I saw him there, an easy prey, and he couldn't resist the temptation to make a move. For him it would be a big achievement, just arrived at the company and already making eyes at the wife of one of his colleagues.
I kept silent, pretending to ponder on his words, showing myself both confused and surprised at the same time. The fact that he didn't withdraw his hand when he took mine was already a wink in his favor.
-It's your decision, Mariela, if you want us to leave, we'll leave-, But if we stay, I assure you won't regret it - he says, giving me time to consider his proposal.
-Pero..., my husband, your wife...- I say timidly, simulating being overwhelmed by guilt.
-Forgive them, now we are just us, you and I- he insists, trying to dispel any doubt that may be in my mind.
He takes the glass away from me, puts it aside, and takes both of my hands in his, caressing me with his thumbs on the palm of each one.
I look at him and bite my lower lip, giving him a sign that I'm almost ready to fall, just a little push... That little push is the kiss he gives me. I try to pull away, as if I want and don't want it at the same time, but his persistence prevails. And although it's only a peck, fate has already been sealed.
-I thought yours were models- I say in obvious allusion to his wife Top Model.
-Mine are beautiful women like you- he says, giving me a second kiss, now much more effusive and enticing than the first one.
As we kiss, tongue to tongue, lip to lip, his hands slide down my legs, already taking full control of the situation.
I'm wearing pants, so I help him undo the button and lower the zipper, just enough for him to put his hand inside my underwear and touch me... use the word: pussy.
-Mmmhhhh..., you're already wet!- he exclaims as he feels the humidity that floods me from the inside.
-I think you were right about that pulsation- I say between sighs, squeezing my legs to hold his fingers in my interior.
Without stopping to explore me, he kisses me again. This time it's me who opens my mouth and searches for his tongue, caressing the trembling bulge already swelling in his groin. With his free hand, he takes it out and leaves it there, vibrating in the air. Corresponding to his caresses, I grab it and press it gently. Fernando lets out a moan as he feels the pressure. As a form of revenge, he pinches and twists my clitoris, provoking a delicious shiver.
We... We mutually pleasure ourselves while kissing, feeling in the other that effervescence that threatens to make us explode into a thousand pieces.
-Me brought you where you bring your whores..., so I have to be your slut- I say, getting down on my knees before him to render the due honors.
I smile at him, lick his glans with my tongue, along its sides, give his testicles a kiss and opening my mouth, swallow a bit more than half of his well-endowed cock.
-Mmmhhhhh..., I knew you had to be very good at sucking cocks!- he exclaims between sighs, enjoying the suction of my lips and the fingering of my hands.
When I'm like this, under the influence of an all-powerful cock, I don't hold back anything, I like to enjoy myself and have others enjoy me. I think there's no more intimate moment than that (apart from sex itself, of course), when you're sucking it or having it sucked. At least for me, it's like a ceremony, in which I put everything of mine, body and soul, to please the other. And Fernando's placid exclamations allowed me to know he was enjoying himself.
I went back and forth between masturbation and fellatio, licking the cum strings that were dripping down his sides.
-Do you dare to eat it all?- he asks as if he wasn't already satisfied with what I was doing to him.
-I'm willing to be willing, but I don't know if I can take it- I say, as if I hadn't eaten bigger pieces before. Remember that I was in my role of a faithful and selfless wife who cheats on her husband for the first time, so I shouldn't show myself too overcome in certain aspects. I realized he liked that innocence and inexperience. He liked knowing himself to be my corruptor.
-Let's try it- he says.
He grabs my head with his hands and pulls me towards his exaggerated virility. I open my mouth and let the cock pierce me until it hits my throat. Then I step back and start coughing, but not in a simulated way, as it really made me choke. new...- he insists, more enthusiastic with my good disposition than with the result.
I eat him again, until it reaches my throat, but I don't stay there like before, instead I keep going, a little more each time, holding back my gag reflexes. He helps by placing his palms on my neck and pushing down. You can hear rough and guttural sounds produced by the effort of my mouth devouring all that meat. My eyes are full of tears and my cheeks are flushed, but I still have a good chunk left to fulfill my mission. When I see myself in such condition, Fernando relieves the pressure on his hands, but then corrects himself, placing mine over his and telling him to keep pushing. He does so until I feel my lips brushing against his testicles and his guys tickling my nose. Only then does he let go. Relieved, I spit out a dense mixture of saliva and cum, and I start to pant, as if trying to recover the lost air.
I'm barely recovering when he gets up and, holding me there on my knees, submissive and obedient, grabs me impulsively and starts sucking me through my mouth. Now, I don't have to pretend that I'm being choked because he really does it with all that meat. He stops for a moment and helps me take off my blouse over my head. I take care of the corset myself, unbuttoning it and throwing it aside.
-What big tits Mariela!-he expresses, captivated by the mammary display before him.
He puts his cock between my boobs and makes a Boobs fuck, leaving me with a red streak down the middle from all that excitement.
I get up and kiss him on the mouth, without him caring that I just did him one, but several deep gorges. His hands caress my breasts, massage them, as if trying to check if they're real or silicone. Yes, they're real, I think he's thinking when checking the texture and consistency of the same.
He lowers my pants and, caressing my Booty, says:
-Do you know that today... I saw you leaving the bank, but I didn't recognize you at first, all that was looking at me was your ass. When you turned around to see if any car was doubling back, that's when I realized who you were, and I said to myself, even though you're M......'s wife, I have to give her a beautiful bum.
I turn around and give it to her all over the place.
-Here's my bum, it's all yours, but... what are you going to do with it?- I ask with a tone that's both naive and sensual.
-I'm going to break it, make it of rubber, I'll do whatever a bum like this (pinching it) deserves to have done to it- she says, as if I had the fault of having an ass that awakens her lowest instincts.
She pushes me onto the sofa and makes me get down on my knees. She leans over behind me and starts licking my entire crease, going up and down, poking at my clitoris, making it so hard that even hurts. Then she separates my buttocks with both hands and puts her tongue in my hole, licking all my interior until she spits inside, once, twice, three times.
-This ass is begging for a cock!- she exclaims, putting her fingers in me to dilate me properly.
Then she takes out a strip of condoms from the table next to the sofa and puts one on. She walks around with the cock all over the place, hitting me with it one and the other cheek, making me feel like I'm about to get it. I don't tell her, but they've put in sizes bigger than this before. Still, she makes me feel like this is the most impressive thing she's ever had to deal with.
-Don't be a jerk... you're going to hurt me!- I say when she tries to put it in, pushing her away and showing my resistance to such practices.
-Come on, you'll tell me you've never had anyone do it to you through the ass- she insists.
-Sure, but... it's too big- I say, trying to stop her increasingly enthusiastic advances.
-And who did it? Your husband?- she asks.
-Less pray to God and forgive- I reply laughing.
-Come on, tell me, who did it?- insists, now yes, braking himself. -A friend, haha..., a very good friend- I answer intriguingly. That's the moment he takes advantage of to grab my arms and immobilize them at my back. Of course, I pretend to be distracted, allowing him to take advantage of the situation. The next thing I feel is that he sticks it in my ass, making me jump off the sofa due to the impact. I scream, kick, scratch the upholstery, trying to get free, but any effort is useless, since he keeps me well secured. Of course, I do all this on purpose, as it seems to excite him that I resist. And it excites me that he tries to screw me by force. Finally, I let myself be done with, as if I realize there's no escape and I give in my bum for him to do as he pleases. He screws me brutally, ramming into me with his whole body, making me cry every time he reaches the bottom. I don't know what to touch, what to push, but I feel like everything is moving inside me. It's like when he sticks it in, his cock seems to get even longer, as if an extension comes out and goes through me until I think I'll burst. Well gripped at my hips, he destroys my ass with pure bombast, shivering me with that movement of his waist that keeps me firmly secured, allowing no escape whatsoever. He doesn't give me a break, but keeps going and going, always forward, filling me with pain and pleasure in equal parts. Then he takes it out and turns me around. I'm still wearing my pants and shoes, so he takes them off and spreads my legs. He's so hard that the lining almost reaches halfway up, where a prominent curve makes his head point upwards. He walks the tip along my whole pussy, up and down, until he sticks it in, fucks me a few times and leaves it inside, then lifts me up and takes me to the bedroom. During this short trip, while I'm holding onto him with my arms around his body, my legs linked around his waist, I am What's moving, fully inserting me into that magnificent cock that has me so well stuck. I'm with my eyes closed, all my senses focused on that orgasm compressing in my entrails, the only thing I can feel is that it's supporting me from behind on a soft and muffled surface, its bed surely, and leaning between my legs, takes me again with everything, shaking me until the fallopian tubes with each thrust. The middle comb causes the friction with my clitoris to be even more intense and pleasant. - Mariela..., you're a sexy girl..., I have an exploding cock and I want to keep screwing you!- it says without stopping pumping me. Just as I open my eyes since we entered, what I see is the hotel room's habitación. Faint lights, perfumed atmosphere, a soft and sexy saxophone melody playing in the background, mirrors on the walls and ceiling. A sofa next to the bed, with shapes that allow for maneuvering in various positions. The bed we're on is round and wide, which makes me suspect it's used to share with more than one person at once. It takes it out again and lies down on his back. - Come here!- it says, holding its erection with one hand. I get on top of him, adjust myself between his legs, and let it flow until... Ahhhhhhhh..., it fills me up like if I had shrunk and had the pussy of a teenage virgin. How big I feel!, and even more when I start moving, sliding around his masculinity, up and down, to the sides, with deeper seats each time. Fernando kisses me, licks my tongue, bites my lips, sucks my tits, wandering his hands over my whole backside and spine until he places them on both sides of my waist and firmly holding me, starts moving from below, hitting me with all its might, making me howl with pleasure. The bed is well attached to the floor and wall, so despite our wild movements, it doesn't move. We move ourselves, so the only thing that's heard is the wet sound of our sex, accompanied by exalted moans from one and the other.
After the ride and finishing with almost numb legs, I fall onto my side towards a corner.
-Are we going for the dust for the morning guy? he asks, referring to the one who waited for us at the semaphor.
-Yeah, let's go! I say, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
Then, counting on my approval, he positions himself transversely across my body, beneath my legs and enters me again. I lift my head a bit and see him penetrating me. Not only do I like feeling possessed by him, but also seeing him.
He grabs me firmly by the thighs and enters me, pulling out exalted moans of pleasure from me.
In this position, I can masturbate and touch my breasts while he's fucking me, enjoying my body and his, as he enjoys mine. I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by that wave of sensations that sweeps everything in its path. Already, I can feel the signs, both his and mine. On his part, he grabs one of my legs, digging his fingers into my thigh, and redoubles the force of his thrusts. I pinch my nipples, hit the bed, scream, howl, all to release that brutal energy concentrated inside me.
We look at each other's eyes, attentive to the other's gestures. We don't need to talk to know we're about to reach our climax, each in our own way but with a common destination.
-GIVE IT TO ME... GIVE IT TO ME... GIVE IT TO ME...! I scream and end between exalted sighs, arching my back, pushing my body against his, eager to feel that primal force even more intensely that excites all my senses.
Fernando keeps going for a bit longer and ends inside me, in the condom, although due to the force of his orgasm, I can feel the semen hitting the latex.
-You're a real woman, Mariela, what a way to fuck! he praises while pulling out, taking care not to spill. nothing where it shouldn't be. -This is madness- I finally express, grabbing my head, unable to avoid mixing my words with moans of pleasure. -I believe you- he replies, taking off his jacket, tying a knot and discarding it in a trash can beside the bed -The truth Mariela, I'm telling you that you surprised me- Without getting up yet, I lean on my elbows and look at him interrogatively. -I didn't think you'd take the trip, I already saw myself locked up and with a sexual harassment complaint- he confesses. -So you took a chance- I deduce. -That bum is worth it, and besides, who doesn't jump into the water to learn how to swim, don't they?- he confirms as a sentence. -And now what about us and you?- I ask curiously. -Well, we won't be lovers, but we can have sex every now and then- he suggests. -So, I'll just be one of your little ones- I throw back at him, although in reality he would be one more of my guys. -Not one, the best!- he clarifies, if necessary -Do you feel like it?- I pretend to think about it and looking at him without hiding his cock, I reply: -Yes, I do, but don't say a word to anyone about this, promise me- -I promise- He gets into bed beside me and kisses me, sealing the pact of silence we commit to. We leave the club after noon. He reaches my workplace and then goes to his own, and I'd be lying if I didn't say that it excited me to know that, after having had a tremendous fuck (and fuck), he would be fucking my husband, envying (or pitying?) him for having a wife like me. What would you feel in our place?
40 comentários - I didn't expect that...
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como siempre tus relatos me dejan bien al palo la pija.
besitos
Un unico detalle.... Usó el mismo forro para tu culito y luego tu conchita como parecería por tu relato??? Supongo que no, no??
Buenisimo el post como de costumbre hermosa...FELICITACIONES querida!! +10
Y como siempre te digo, espero con ansias y mucho morbo tu próximo relato preciosa!!
Besos húmedos querida!!
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besos Misko
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