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I must start telling you that I have changed some aspects and situations so as not to present a problem tomorrow, but what I will tell you is real in an 80% of cases, only dates, names, and places have been modified to protect intimacy.

My wife has a childhood friend named Paula, with whom we see each other quite often, whether sharing dinners or some birthday of our children.

Paula is 40 years old, a gym member, and I will describe her:

brunette with short hair, slanted eyes, 1.70 meters tall, bronzed skin, worked back by the gym, made breasts, flat and marked abdomen that gives way to a fine waist and firm buttocks accompanied by well-marked legs from physical work...

said this, here's my story...

I knew from comments from my wife that Paula wasn't doing very well with her husband for a couple of weeks, and fate wanted it so that my boss asked me to attend a year-end event where awards would be given to athletes and sports entities in the province.

That Friday I arrived at the hall where the event was taking place almost on time, so I entered quickly and looked for a table to sit down. Once settled and after greeting the other members of the table, I turned my gaze and saw a woman wearing white pants that seemed painted: her buttocks were standing still and legs like they were drawn ending in 15 cm heels... I was paralyzed by this vision. I raised my gaze and noticed that her back was bare... beautiful back... I looked up even more and noticed that that short hair was familiar to me... she turned around, facing me, and I stood there with my mouth open: it was Paula.

She was incredibly beautiful... perfectly made-up, her blouse was silver and seemed to be held not by the buttons but by her breasts... her flat abdomen... I had never seen her like that.

She noticed that I was looking at her and waved at me from afar with her hand. I responded to the greeting and sighed... a thousand things crossed my mind at that moment, including even shame that I would have been seen how I was looking at her.

After dinner and already in the middle of the award ceremony, Paula approached where I was.

... Alex... heart... what a pleasure to see you here!!... she said, giving me a kiss and searching for a chair to sit next to me.

... Paulita... you're a bomb!!... I replied, looking her up and down.

... Thank you, sir... I had been wanting to feel beautiful again...

I didn't want to ask anything to not spoil the moment or expose my wife to what she had told me.

The music started and we went to dance... every touch of my hands on her back left me crazy... she was moving and dancing provocatively, I enjoyed that view and the champagne that never ran out.

After a while, we sat down and rested... she sat next to me, I put my arm around her back, served more drinks, and began a conversation that only made my mind spin round and round.

... What's going on with your friend's life?... she asked.

... She left the kids at the cinema, she didn't tell me you were going to find each other at the party... I replied.

... I didn't say anything... actually, I wasn't going to attend, I'm not feeling well... but I thought it deserved a distraction and getting out of my head... she added.

Ugh! What's happening with this piece of woman!!? I said, acting like an idiot.

Paula lowered her gaze and after a long silence confessed:

... I had suspicions about Hernán - her husband- for a while... but sometimes there are things one doesn't want to see and lets them pass...

She was reliving the moment as she poured herself another glass of champagne.

... until one day I found a suspicious message and decided to follow it...

She took a sip from the content in one gulp, then served herself again.

... She ran into her work colleague at the shopping mall... she got into the car... they greeted each other with a kiss... that lasted longer than it should have and I followed her... until they entered a motel...

She lifted her gaze and her tears were already running down her cheeks.

I hugged her and, taking the cup out of her hand, led her to the dance floor... we danced embracing... she was crying.

... Get me out of here ... she begged.

I took my jacket and we left the party... Where's your car? I asked.

... I came in a taxi, I knew I'd be returning half-drunk... she said, simulating a smile

We walked towards my car, helped her get in, and when we were inside she took my hand...

... Let's go to a motel ... she said, squeezing me tightly.

... What do you mean? You're drunk ... I said, looking at her eyes.

... That's why... I want him to pay for the horns he put on me... she shouted.

... Paula... you're your friend's husband... you'll regret this for the rest of your life... but inside I was begging not to give in... my cock was asking me!!

... Exactly, you're someone I trust... take me... do what you want... I want to feel like a slut with another man...

We hugged and I headed towards a motel on the outskirts of the city.

There were no kisses, only caresses... I undressed her slowly... she closed her eyes and let herself be carried away...

Once we were naked, I asked her to turn around so I could appreciate that beautiful back... I rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck... I went down to the end of her back... pressed her buttocks, feeling their hardness... I got down on my knees and kissed the inside of her thighs... Paula sighed.

She took my hands and made me lie down on my back... she came down with small bites until she licked my cock and swallowed it whole... then she got on top of me and, adjusting my member with her hand, sat down without pause...

Her arms extended, squeezing my shoulders... she bounced up and down, increasing the rhythm... every now and then she hit my chest while her cock went in and out of hers.

She finished soon after... and kept riding wildly... she was taking everything out. anger hitting me and moaning... I was watching her... she was more beautiful in a primitive, savage state... her hard nipples accompanied the movements. I put my hands on her waist to mark the rhythm... Paula pulled them off with a jerk. '... take me... take me...!' she cried out. '... I'm going to...' I said. She jumped off mine and furiously put my cock in her mouth, and with her hand began to suck me... filled her throat with cum... she seemed possessed... licking and swallowing... sucking hard... sucked and sucked until she was clean... and lay down beside me. There wasn't a single kiss between us while we did it... Paula breathed heavily from the accumulated anger against her husband... I watched her profile... her breasts, her belly. I caressed her legs... they were tense. '... it's over... relax...' I said, getting close to her ear. Paula turned and, stroking my face, kissed me deeply before embracing me. I don't know what was going through her head, but in mine, everyone was thanking my boss for sending me to the event. After a small break, I kissed her breasts... went down her belly until I reached her crotch... opened her legs a little and let my tongue explore her lips and clitoris... arched her back and pulled my hair: this time she was enjoying it without guilt. I settled in and penetrated her... moved slowly while kissing her. She put her hands on my butt to set the rhythm of the screwing... finished and smiled... really, she was enjoying herself. I turned her over so she was on all fours... she arched her back, lifting her ass... my thick finger made circles in her anus, lubricating it with her own juices. '... can I?' I asked. She turned her head and, nodding, said: '... it's been a long time, but a long time... nobody walks around here... be careful, please...' she sighed. I put my tongue and finger in... she gave electric jumps every time she felt the contact of my tongue... I was aiming and inserting my head slowly ... Paula arched her back more and more to let me in easier. After a while she had it all on her ass ... that hard gym butt was giving way to my cock. I pumped slowly but without pause ... she had brought one hand to her pussy and was masturbating. I withdrew my cock from her interior and finished on her back ... that back that had always caught my attention... and I lay down on her. We bathed and left me a block away from her house ... she said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and leaving greetings for my wife. Paula and her husband are still together, I was the necessary participant to calm her tantrum... something we'll never forget both of us.

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