A story of a frantic passion...
Dear family, what has changed things and how fast everything is moving in here. When I was a girl, I once saw a maniac. You know, it impressed me like never before, but...now they're everywhere. This damn world is moving too fast. I tried the freedom in an insipid way...And here I am, made of wood. But feeling dignity, a damn sensation that I thought I had lost. Never anything is easy, regenerating is a difficult process.
It's very hard work, but I try to be up to it even though my body hurts all the time. It seems like I didn't fall well into this world. Sometimes after being in my room, I go to the garden to feed the birds. Always think that maybe one will appear and find me to say Hello. Then I'll ask about mine, Luciana ❤️, Eduardo 💗 Papi and Mami.💓 but it never happens, and I just hope they're where they are, happy. I hope they're doing well and that soon they'll forget about me. In this life, I've realized I'm not necessary. At this point, mine no longer has a solution. It's hard for me to sleep at night, I have nightmares in which I fall into the void, I wake up scared, sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am.
Maybe I should get a gun and try to escape from this hell. If possible, kill a couple of guards, so they'll send me straight to a dungeon, and then I could shoot the judge to ensure my entry. I suppose I'm getting crazier for thinking these nonsense. I don't like being alive. I'm tired of being scared and unable to control myself. That's why I've decided to leave, I doubt anyone will bother. After all: Who's going to miss a daughter of the devil? If I look back at my life, the decision is already made, my destiny is clear.
There are only two ways to face life: trying to die or trying to live. But let me warn you, who am I? What did I become and how will I achieve the expiation of my acts... I am a 33-year-old woman, I was married for one year, my husband was Eduardo, we have a beautiful daughter, Luciana, who is 7 years old, my ex-husband is a professional, very good-looking and super seductive, he is now 36 years old. Our life as a couple had been very good. Eduardo was affectionate with me and Luciana, very understanding and intelligent. We shared everything and our vacations were a trip to paradise. I felt complete, satisfied with life, without surprises or unexpected events, everything went smoothly. But in my life, a change began in me, I don't know how or why. Like a lightning bolt ⚡, it hits the ground, that's how my life was. It put itself at the foot of a precipice... My communication with Edu was fantastic, he always supported my projects, accompanied me on my illusions and demonstrated his love for me in the smallest details. He always made me feel like a queen, pampered and attended to. Sexually, our relationship was very good, with very small ups and downs, but he always took care of me in the best way. In these years, although my previous experience before marriage was not very extensive, we were trying everything. Never forced me to do something I didn't want or desire. I loved sex with Edu, especially when he was relaxed and connected, which happened very often. My life developed quietly, with the typical obligations of a lady of the house, preparing meals, taking care of our daughter, shopping, etc. And always had time for my things. I dedicated myself to studying (I love any intellectual activity) and my physical appearance. Adjusting schedules, I had enough time to study in the morning and go to the gym in the afternoon. It was there where my change began. Not that I found myself unsatisfied, quite the contrary, nor did we lack money and I didn't have needs, much less affective ones. One time, chatting with the girls at the gym, they talked about how well the instructor had taken to two or three of them, how well he did it, How I used to suck her pussy, the guy I had and how well I handled him. Until that moment he was just another boy to me, one of those who usually hang around someone like me, I'm very pretty on my face, tall, chestnut-haired, big-eyed, and a figure very well set, thanks to the gym. I never had noticed him as a man, he was just a gym teacher to me and nothing more. The conversation awakened in me what I thought was simple curiosity, but then I became more interested in the subject. The coffee between girls after gym class was like always, a moment to talk about kids, fashion, and other insignificant topics, but I already had another topic in mind: knowing more about the famous matter of the teacher. I approached one of those involved, Silvia, 35 years old, a beauty, who wasn't from my group because I considered her superficial and empty. At first she was like cut off with me, never having paid much attention to me, and suddenly the serious one, as they called her, tried to be my friend. It didn't take long for her to open up, just two coffees were enough, she told me that her husband, a successful businessman, didn't satisfy her like she wanted, that she had lovers, that she took him for it (one, two and done), that she stayed with him because it was economically convenient and that Marcelo (the prof) wasn't the first to sexually satisfy her (she had had a few lovers). It didn't cost her anything to get home after an agitated afternoon with Marce and, after kissing her husband and kids, run to the bathroom to wash off what he had left in her pussy and ass (which, as Silvia referred to it, was a great anal sex giver). Silvia was delighted with her double life, on one side the super lady and on the other the promiscuous slut. I analyzed her story of permanent dissatisfaction and eternal search for something that would hardly find this way. Obviously Silvia didn't resemble me at all, not only because of her personal situation but also because of her ... Personality. I didn't understand how he permanently lived needing a lover, compulsively resorting to third parties and additionally denying that need, that pursuit of having two lives as a naturalness, as if nothing was happening, as if it were the only way to live. What we talked about with Silvia left me thinking for a while, meanwhile I kept going to the gym. I started looking at Marcelo with inquisitive eyes. What did he have that made women search for him? He was handsome, young, with a divine body, very seductive, mixing a sweet perfume with the smell produced by physical activity. He attracted his masculinity. But after that it didn't produce any effect on me. He had a beautiful bulge (it was noticeable under the tights he wore) and his movements were almost feline. I surprised myself thinking about him at home while doing my things. Certain night when Edu and I made love in a beautiful, caring, and sweet way, I started thinking about him. My mind was playing a joke on me or what? I left the certain passivity I had to start asking Edu to treat me more roughly, to make me feel differently. I'm not one for saying dirty things, but I couldn't help myself: -Come on... put it all the way in... more... more... make me feel more... call me a slut... put it all the way in and yaaaaaa.💕💕💕 Edu was surprised, but he did what I asked. He has a good cock, well long and thick, never needed me to ask for more, he just knew how to dose it, until a certain point he took care not to be too rough so as not to hurt me. Thinking about Marcelo made me hot at levels never felt before, I put my legs over his shoulders so that he could thrust without mercy (I felt him reach the bottom of my vagina and stretch my ligaments). I got down on all fours and asked him to bury it in me from behind, Edu didn't hesitate and already the unfamiliarity had given way to lust. He opened my legs and with his hands separated my buttocks, aimed his precious cock at me and thrust into me with a push. It reached me so deep that I let out a cry of pain, I had hurt myself, the big idiot.
I told you with that new vocabulary: Son of a slut, you're killing me... you're blowing my mind... it hurts, dude... to... to... 😭 Edu stop immediately and when he made the mistake of taking off his cock. I reacted enraged... -nooooo... no... give it to me... give it to me harder... 😡 The contrary one, obeyed without a word and between horny and submissive, did as I said. -siiiiiii... all the way down... siiii... like this.... I'm coming... I'm done, son of a slut... you're making me come again... more... more harder...💕💕
I arrived at an infinite orgasm, although I'm used to having very good orgasms (Edu would take care of making me enjoy them), I couldn't stop having contractions, feeling how Edu's cock slid into my pussy and made a rare sound due to the juices it had secreted. He hadn't finished yet and I wanted more war. I sat up and threw him onto the bed, took possession of his cock and started sucking it. It wasn't something I did often but it tasted yummy. I wanted to put it all the way in but it wouldn't go in. I was going crazy, out of my mind, even I didn't understand what was happening (at that moment I had no notion of what I was doing). I let go of his cock and with his juices on my face gave him a tongue kiss as deep as I could. I said: 'Guacho... son of your slut mother... you're going to break my ass... with that infernal cock you have... you're going to put it all the way in until my balls... I want you to tear me in two... come on, boludo... what are you waiting for? Give it to someone else... spit out and bury it once and for all... go ahead... hurry up...' 😈
Edu was looking at me, but he was also super hot, especially with my new face that had come out like an explosion. He put me on all fours with a pillow under my stomach, left my ass up high and I helped by breaking my waist, put his legs on either side of my body and with the lubrication he brought from my pussy and a little saliva, he got me wet. We had done it very few times, not that I didn't like it, but it didn't give me as much pleasure as through my pussy, and besides, Edu's cock is muuuuuy respectable, the few times we did it hurt my ass for a few days. With one hand he leaned on the bed and with the other he grabbed his cock and put it in my hole. When he was in position he said: Cover your cheeks, I'm going to put it all the way up to your balls, cheap slut (he had already made me very hot since he's also not one for dirty talk). With my face turned to the side, I opened my ass as much as I could, almost hurting myself, felt like my ass was opening on its own and pulsating waiting for the cock. When I felt his head tickling me, I couldn't take it anymore and screamed: -Come on, you pervert... what are you waiting for... put that cock in me once... learn to get it right once and break my ass, son of a slut... -Why did I say that, he buried himself without any consideration, felt his head kissing my hole and began to penetrate without waiting for dilation, more like a knife that was piercing me. The pain reached my fingertips, at one moment only my stomach was on the bed, the rest was arched up, until he lifted Edu.
He kept pushing and let myself fall with all my weight onto his ass. I felt his thick piece separating and filling the rectum and beyond. I was still spreading my buttocks which allowed it to get stuck until the hilt, and he stayed quiet for a moment. I was searching for air, my lungs weren't reaching it, I gagged on a pillow (which almost broke).
I felt full, replete, my ass and belly hurt, I was covered in cold sweat, I could feel it on my back and neck. Edu steadied himself on the bed and began to pull out slowly. When he had it almost out, he put it back in again. It started a rhythm that drove me crazy. -ahhhhhhjrrrgggggg😍😍 My tearful eyes, full of pleasure and pain. What a delight I felt, my ass was embracing his delicious member. He kept me in a continuous orgasm, I don't know what I said or did, but after Edu filled my rectum with cum, he pulled out slowly and kissed me very softly. We became the same again. After cleaning up, we went to sleep again, and already somewhat calmer, Edu asked me what had happened. It was the first time I lied to him, I told him that he had excited me and that I had desired him like never before. He looked at me and didn't say anything, kissed me again and fell asleep in each other's arms. From my husband's gaze, I suspected that it hadn't convinced him, I knew him very well, his expression was of surprise, not suspicion, but something clearly didn't fit. Had he said something I didn't remember?. With that doubt, I relaxed until I fell asleep. I woke up very late, like with a hangover, my head hurt (and my ass). I found a note from Edu informing me that he had prepared breakfast for Luciana and would take her to school, and could I please go pick her up since he couldn't, He thanked last night's thing ❤️ as always: Your love. It caused bitter taste, I hadn't made love with my husband, I had screwed Marcelo. I didn't understand my behavior or why I let myself get carried away that way last night. I felt like a slut, even though someone said that in a relationship there's always a third party, whether it's just in thought, but it had never happened to me before. I loved Eduardo, desired and needed him as a person, he was my counterpart. I couldn't imagine being without him. Then... what was the reason for this guy's appearance?. I started crying, with no apparent reason, for a good while. I didn't attend classes, wasn't in the mood, prepared a warm bath and stayed until the water cooled down, dried off and went back to bed. I couldn't get my head together. For someone as structured as me, this shouldn't be happening. I had mixed feelings, wanted to be with Edu, kiss him, caress him but Marcelo's vision was unsettling and unbalanced my emotions. I tried to rationalize the situation: how could a relatively unknown person upset an entire solid structure that had been in place just recently?. Was there some unrecognized lack?. Was I unsatisfied?. Could there be another hidden reason?. I didn't know. I opted to assume it was some mental game, influenced by the instructor's image and maybe the girls' comments at the gym and our subsequent conversation with Silvia. I went to look for my daughter and we had lunch together, her things distracted me and I decided not to go to the gym that day either. At first the afternoon became pleasant but as the hours passed I started getting uneasy without knowing why. I was nervous (I even yelled at Luciana), couldn't stand myself. When Eduardo arrived I received him coldly and angrily. He sat down comfortably next to me in the kitchen while finishing dinner. He asked how my day had been and I answered with a grunt. Edu lit a cigarette (he never does before eating) looked serious at me and said: Don't you think we should talk. I replied: About what do you want to talk about. About you, he answered. About me? If nothing's wrong with me. You behaved differently yesterday than usual. Hot. Not at first. It's because you put the word 'pussy' on red. Thanks, but I don't think it was me. It left me frozen, my hands and jaw trembling. P... p... but... what do you say. Even changed your name. What... why did you change my name?. Yes. What a bunch of nonsense you're saying. Not just the name, but also how you're expressing yourself differently. Enough questions, I don't want to hear it anymore, I didn't know how to get out of this and I made myself offended. If I had been centered, I would have only had to explain it as it happened and the topic would have been exhausted. But by trying to downplay it, I complicated things even more. Only Luciana ate dinner, Edu retreated to his study and I to the kitchen. What a fool I was, hot as I was, when we got together last night, obviously, I must have mentioned it (more than once?). Eduardo is not stupid, he had let me pass without emotional baggage after sex. He wanted to talk to me about it to understand what had happened to me and make me explain what had occurred. All I managed to do was make things worse. I decided to end the topic and went to his study. He was sitting in his armchair looking at nothing. He listened as I entered but didn't move. Are you angry?, I asked. Do I have to be?. Honestly, I don't know what I'm accused of, I said proudly, eager for a fight. Precisely that, not being sincere. I was making things worse, it's very hard for Edu to lose an argument (and less so if he's right), his arguments are irrefutable and he attacks you with your own words, I had already given up on arguing with him. What do you want me to say, Edu?. Do you have something to tell me?. No... there's nothing to say, I don't remember what I said or how I said it, and it seems like you're making a big deal out of a trivial thing, a name that neither exists nor matters... I don't know.... It seems like a trivial thing that while we're having sex you twist around and end up calling someone else. Edu, I never... I was unfaithful. You were it last night. Leave me alone... that Marcelo doesn't exist, you must have thought I meant someone else, I don't know who... I'm going crazy, I said shouting hysterically, now I think the explosion was due to all the contained energy. Rosi... I never said the name is Marcelo. Crying, I went to my room, took a Lexotan 6 and went to bed. I didn't want to see him, much less talk to him. The situation had become too complicated, I hadn't handled the conversation properly, I should have said anything and goodbye... told any nonsense... lied... But... again I made the same mistake, thinking that with lies I could confuse Edu, the damage was done and I would have to fix it quickly. I had dug my own grave and Edu had discovered me. Tomorrow would be another day. I woke up after nine, another day without going to university, I found a note from Eduardo telling me he had prepared breakfast for our daughter again and that I should please pick her up from school. He signed it Eduardo, he had omitted Your love, it hurt me so much, I launched into uncontrollable crying. I went to pick up Lu from school and even she asked me what was wrong. I told her my head ached. In the afternoon, I took Luciana to her activities and left her with a mother who would take care of her and her friends to a birthday party, so I committed to picking her up at 8pm. The whole day was mine, I changed and went to the gym. Aerobics routines, then weightlifting sets. Marcelo was replacing me on weights, so he was the one who set my routine and gave me instructions. It was the first time we crossed more than two words, and I liked it, I relaxed and let the activity discharge my tension. Marce was a sly one, telling me how to put the tiny ass and giving me little chills, at first I didn't like it but I observed that he did it with all (especially some, Silvia among them) and they were all delighted. When I was doing pectorals, he stood in front of me and started marking my breathing, I should be doing something wrong because Marce put his hands on the sides of my chest, touching my nipples outside and telling me how to synchronize the movements. He looked at me and I returned the gaze, as if unaware, responding to a call (what an inconvenient) he passed his hands carelessly over my nipples, which seemed like monoliths. The whole class received special attention from Marce, with his rubbings, touchings, and glances, putting me hot like a pipe. You could see my humidity between the lycra, luckily the shower time arrived and I thought it would cool down a bit, but it wasn't. We agreed to get something at the gym bar since it was raining, and 20 minutes later we were four chatting about his things. Silvia was talking about a vendor of artibooties for the home that she met while buying a new refrigerator; Alicia had her mother-in-law staying with her for a month; Romina didn't know if she should stop taking anti pills or wait for her husband's down jacket to take her to the Caribbean as he had been promising for two years. A while later Marce arrived and the girls invited him to the table, he sat next to me, as the table was already small I had to endure his leg against mine and how, in the warmth of the conversation, Marce's hand rested on my knee without seeming to want it. Near 19:00 and while Marce was saying some nonsense in my ear, I saw Silvia's face pale, she seemed about to faint, I laughing out loud asked her if something was wrong or if she had seen her husband. She answered no, that the husband was mine. The one who almost fainted was me, I stood up like a spring to prevent him from getting closer to the table, but it was too late. Edu was on top of me (I'll never feel comfortable with my back to the door again). He took me by surprise and all I could do was stutter, Silvia, who knew Eduardo, after greeting him, saw the tense situation and wanted to help, So that... was introducing everyone at the table, when he got to Marce, I was looking down at the floor as if it were guilty of all humanity's crimes, by the corner of my eye I could distinguish that Edu accused me. Very correct, he took me by the arm and separating me from the group told me that my cell phone was disconnected (I had forgotten to recharge it with all the commotion), and he wanted to know about Lu, since he had gone to look for her and she wasn't there anymore. As I could explain and tell him that I would go to look for her, while Edu's gaze pierced through me, I was pale, and even though the situation didn't seem more than a pseudo-compromising one, all the events were against me. Hysterical and angry at home and laughing in the gym, an non-existent Marce like magic and less, but with the sum of events, no less important, Marce's whispers in my ear that made me laugh. He didn't say a word, politely approached the group and bid everyone farewell one by one, sending greetings to Silvia's husband, kissing Alicia and Romina on the cheek and asking Marce how they were treating me as he passed, the very son of a slut should be used to this type of situation already since he answered with great naturalness that he had been working there for a year and still hadn't been bitten. The supposed joke didn't even make Marce laugh. Edu turned around and left without greeting me. In one day things had complicated in an inconceivable way. Silvia realized something grave had happened and suggested going to the powder room to retouch our makeup. The first thing she said was: What's wrong, Rosi?. I burst into tears like a teenager and told her everything from start to finish. Silvia listened attentively and only said: 'What a mess for nothing, why don't you let things cool off a bit?' I replied that with Eduardo, things wouldn't calm down until the matter was exhausted. 'Then tell him to leave me alone, since you're already big enough to say ' you're controlling and you know what you have to do. Silvia's thing didn't convince me, that could work with her husband but not with Eduardo, I would have to convince him that all this was just a sum of errors and misunderstandings. I stayed at the bar for another hour and Marcelo took care of me, making me relax a bit from all the accumulated tension. It was actually pleasant and I didn't mind being with him. When I got home Eduardo was at his desk, I greeted him and asked about Lu, Eduardo stood up, didn't look at me and left the house, I didn't understand anything until I remembered that I had to pick up my daughter and hadn't done it. If there was a prize for stupidity, I would win even the consolation prize. I ran after Edu but he was already leaving with his car, I took mine and headed out to find Lu, when I arrived, Lu's friend's mother told me (with great reluctance) that Eduardo had taken her away a few minutes earlier and if there was another time, please respect the hours. To make matters worse, Lu's daughter called me a piece of trash. At home Eduardo had already put Lu to bed, who was exhausted and had school tomorrow. I felt useless and out of place, asked Edu if he wanted to have dinner and he said no. I served myself a vodka with orange and sat down in the living room, I needed to get my bearings, adjust the events, I was overwhelmed. After the second drink I went to look for Edu at his desk but he wasn't there, he had gone to bed and was sleeping. I took a shower and also went to bed, maybe tomorrow would be a better day. I woke up... alone. Eduardo had already taken Lu to school and he must have left for work, that's what I deduced from the food leftovers in the kitchen. I prepared my own breakfast and decided to get ready for class. Although I wasn't in the mood, I took my notes and left. I arrived late and sat down at the back. The instructor was talking and talking, and I didn't even know what she was talking about. I felt an enormous anxiety. I got tired after 10 minutes, grabbed my things and I went away, headed home, decided to go to the gym. Why?. And much better: why not?. I arrived quickly but there wasn't anyone familiar in the morning shift, I realized I hadn't brought my clothes, so I headed back home. Advanced a bit, decided to get a coffee. I arrived and ordered. Being there, I started, for the umpteenth time, trying to find the end of this infernal mess I was in. Contradictions and more contradictions, I sank like the Titanic in a sea of contradictions. Why didn't I talk to Edu and clear everything up?. He would understand that I had let myself be carried away by a fantasy (fantasy?), and that unfortunate coincidences had worked against me. Yes, very nice, but Eduardo is Eduardo, I knew he loved me as much as our daughter, but I had committed the most serious error: I had lied to him. The rest would intellectualize it in the best way, but I knew, lying was the only thing Edu couldn't stand, even saying he had a visceral rejection of it. I could tell him what he wanted to hear, but I had failed him. It would be very difficult to recover his trust. Eduardo asked for what he gave with abundance. I was lost in my thoughts when a warm hand took hold of the back of my neck, caressing me, and slowly turned my head to receive on the corner of my lips, a longer kiss than two friends. When I could focus my gaze, I saw it was Marc. Very smiling, he asked what I was doing around there that morning. It wasn't my usual place. He said: I'm sure you miss me so much, you need to see me until the morning. I smiled too (the caress on the neck had made my hairs stand on end), lied that I didn't have classes for some reason and decided to come by my house, when I was here I realized I didn't have clothes, so I didn't change and decided to increase my daily dose of caffeine. We both laughed, and he told me he was going to replace a colleague for just this week, that in the morning there wasn't much activity that used time for cleaning, etc., etc., etc. He looked at me seriously and asked: 'Rosi, I know it's something personal, but did you have anything to do with yesterday?' I was trying to calm the situation by saying: 'No, Marce, you don't have anything to do with it, it's a couple's problem - Can I help you with something?' He asked me: 'No, thanks... but can you give massages?' I said: 'I'm the best massage therapist on this side of the galaxy 😂' He said: 'No... seriously... I'm all tense, my back and neck hurt'. Then he looked at me seriously and said: 'It will be a pleasure to give you the best massage for the best student I have.' 'But not your favorite... isn't that so?' 'Yes, if you say it's because of the ones who take me to bed, I'll tell you that more than once they've literally violated me🥺' His sincerity pleased me and what he said was true, I knew what the girls were saying (Silvia, for example). 'But Marce, I don't have any clothes.' 'For massages, you don't need clothes,' he would say, 'I'd tell you that it's quite the opposite😈' I wanted to get out of there and leave him hanging. But I couldn't... He kept teasing me - It makes me feel embarrassed. 'What about?' I asked him, pretending to be shy. 'It's just that no one is here, you have other things to do... I don't know, maybe I'll go home 🥺' 'Why are you afraid, Rosi.' 'I'm not afraid... it won't be you, for sure'. 'I also think you're not afraid of me, but are you feeling safe?' 'Safe from what?' 'From you...' This son of a slut had been watching me for a long time and could have had an image of me before I even realized his existence. I was surprised by his analytical ability, or should I interpret that he was being stirred up by something and that's why he was studying me so much?. I told myself: 'Rosi, stop messing around and enjoy yourself, no one sees us and I'm very comfortable with this guy. I changed the subject, asked him: 'How do we do it, about the clothes?' He looked at me smiling and said: 'I suppose you're wearing a thong, don't worry about the bra, fuck you' a towel... -You've got quick solutions for everything. -For everything... for everything... 😈 and with a flirtatious smile, he rubbed his lips against mine. I turned red and when I was about to react, he had already gotten up and said: -Wait for me over there. Again my hair stood on end, I paid and headed to the Gym Entre, looking for the basement. All the auxiliary equipment was installed down there: sauna, solar beds, massage rooms, and employee locker rooms and showers. What was I going to do if Marce came after me? Some hint had to be stopped. Would I want it stopped? But did I have a satisfying sexual life? Satisfying... until when? Again the contradictions. They were driving me crazy 😭. I called Marce as I descended the stairs, he appeared in a Lycra pants and a shirt one size larger than usual. He looked divine, his package was noticeable. What's going on with my head?, I wondered. Am I really measuring the cock of my instructor? If this kept up, I'd have to see a psychologist. I was totally lost. -Rosi... Rosi... are you okay?. Marce asked me, he had been talking to me and I was completely lost. Yes, yes... where can I change?. -You can use my locker for your clothes, I'll bring you a towel. I undressed, put my clothes in the locker, and waited sitting down. I took one of Marce's cigarettes and lit it up. It had been years since I'd smoked one, since high school. I sat there taking deep drags and feeling the pleasant warmth produced by tobacco in my lungs. Marce arrived, his eyes sparkled, not the same cutie in Lycra as in a bra and thong. To make matters worse, they were dental floss ones and black (I had spent 50 dollars on the set) and he still had a nice tan. I should be giving a good impression considering Marce's package had grown. -You're going to drool all morning or you're going to give me a little massage, I said between... Challenging and seductive. But now it seems you want to lift me up. Rosi, I'm going crazy (and really slutty), I was telling myself. -You look great... excuse me, do you want to go to the treatment room?. I followed him, he had a very nice bum, round, well-muscled and hard, moving it like a cutie. I even felt like touching it. The towel he had handed me was still in my hand, in the treatment room, he put another one on the table and made me lie down face down. He played soft music and came up to me from the side. He touched my back, palpating the spinal column from the nape of the neck to the coccyx, then took one of my legs and palpated all the muscle groups again, did the same with the other and left them on the table slightly apart. He positioned himself in front of my head and stretched out my arms, his bulge was just 5 cm away, I wanted to do the same thing he had done to his arse a moment ago. He removed my bra without asking me anything and took it off me, passing one of his hands under it, so he didn't miss the opportunity to touch both my nipples. I was getting hot, very hot son of a slut. I tried to relax, but when he started spreading oil all over my back I began to get wet. He did wonders for me. He relaxed me as much as he heated me up. He put his hands wherever he wanted, touched my breasts, arse and inner thighs, taking advantage of the opportunity to touch my pussy without hesitation. I was waiting for him to get on the table and grab me. But he didn't do it and it's not like he wasn't excited, his bulge was well-developed. But he sent me to the sauna. I cursed him under my breath (as I had left him, I went to take a break in the steam. Before entering, he suggested I shouldn't stand too high, due to the hypotension issue. I entered and positioned myself on the first step, it wasn't very hot, probably they had raised the temperature that morning and it still hadn't reached its peak. This Marce should know. He had given me the cue to call him. Five minutes into masturbating, he said I called. He entered in seconds (he would be behind the door) he looked at me, we didn't speak, he took off his undershorts and pulled out his shirt. His member was erect and ready, like me, who was lying on my back, I had already taken off my thong a while ago. He settled in and while giving me a very deep kiss, he penetrated me without any interruption until the end. He moved well, slow and deep, playing with his hips in a circular motion but everything ended in a deep penetration. I grabbed his hips and started caressing them, while still getting caught up. He was holding his cock well and produced a soft pleasure from the friction on the vaginal walls. -ahhhhhhjjjj 💞 I began to moan
With my hands I reached his anus, not without difficulty, and started massaging it. When he began to moan, I put the stiff finger and buried it in his ass until it reached the end. He came immediately with a grunt of pleasure -arggghhhhh💫💫
I needed a little more, Marce wasn't Edu. Eduardo's way of making love had no comparison (so far) except Marce's cock reached halfway down Eduardo's in length and width. I asked him to make me finish with his finger or tongue, but he wanted to cum. He did it with his tongue and I had a good orgasm (but not the usual one). He kissed me and told me everything was fine, put on his pants and left. I stayed for a bit longer, took a shower and left. When I was leaving, I saw Marce at the bar with two chicks, having fun. I waited until it was time to go get Lu. We had lunch and in the afternoon I went back to the gym. Everything seemed normal with Marce, I don't know... I expected him to look at me differently even if just for a moment, but not with the same treatment as always. I stayed chatting with the girls and soon Silvia and I were alone. She asked how things were going and I told her the truth: -Like my ass, Eduardo doesn't talk to me anymore and I think he's waiting for me to say something... -I don't know, it seems like neither of us believes what's happening... 😒 -Look Rosi, this has happened to me a few times before, husbands are not worth your time, if you want to talk, let them talk, but stay indifferent and that way they'll value you more. She said -No Silvi, Eduardo is not an ordinary man. He's the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me, apart from Luciana, and he doesn't deserve to be treated like a jerk. -Let him go to hell and leave me alone, make your life 😠 -I don't know... I have the feeling that if I don't change something, I'll lose him. -But Rosi, this is just a bunch of nonsense. -Not anymore Silvia... -Why... why change his name while you're causing such a mess, it's like me calling everyone Papi who screws me, even my husband's son's slut 😭 -No Silvia... now it's more complicated. -But what happened again?. Did you send another similar stupid thing?. -Yes 😭 -But... tell the truth... don't be mysterious with me She asked anxiously Silvia. -I hooked up with Marc. -Pe... but don't waste your time, eh... you were the prude and for a silly reason you hook up with the first guy who crosses your path?😂 -I don't know what happened to me... I swear I wasn't hot for him... I don't know... it just happened and that's it. -You could have looked for something better, you didn't fuck very well... besides he's kind of weird.. I don't know... party animal. -What a party animal??? -Yeah, girl... because he likes heavy partying and doesn't care about anything. -The son of a slut, I said visibly annoyed. -Why?. Because he screwed someone who didn't say no?. What a jerk isn't... and less so if he can hook up with a little one who's really strong like you... because you have some great tits and an ass... that even makes me hot🔥🔥 -Don't mess with me Silvia, I've got a headache and I don't know which way to go... -Okay... calm down... try to settle the mess with your husband and then follow up on the treatments for your pussy. -Ha ha ha, conversations with Silvia always ended like this: Saying stupid things, but it made me laugh and relax. Anyway, it was already done, and what's done is done. I decided to let things cool off with Edu and see what happened, while if I could, I wanted to repeat with Marc but in a more comfortable place. To be continued
Dear family, what has changed things and how fast everything is moving in here. When I was a girl, I once saw a maniac. You know, it impressed me like never before, but...now they're everywhere. This damn world is moving too fast. I tried the freedom in an insipid way...And here I am, made of wood. But feeling dignity, a damn sensation that I thought I had lost. Never anything is easy, regenerating is a difficult process.It's very hard work, but I try to be up to it even though my body hurts all the time. It seems like I didn't fall well into this world. Sometimes after being in my room, I go to the garden to feed the birds. Always think that maybe one will appear and find me to say Hello. Then I'll ask about mine, Luciana ❤️, Eduardo 💗 Papi and Mami.💓 but it never happens, and I just hope they're where they are, happy. I hope they're doing well and that soon they'll forget about me. In this life, I've realized I'm not necessary. At this point, mine no longer has a solution. It's hard for me to sleep at night, I have nightmares in which I fall into the void, I wake up scared, sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am.
Maybe I should get a gun and try to escape from this hell. If possible, kill a couple of guards, so they'll send me straight to a dungeon, and then I could shoot the judge to ensure my entry. I suppose I'm getting crazier for thinking these nonsense. I don't like being alive. I'm tired of being scared and unable to control myself. That's why I've decided to leave, I doubt anyone will bother. After all: Who's going to miss a daughter of the devil? If I look back at my life, the decision is already made, my destiny is clear.
There are only two ways to face life: trying to die or trying to live. But let me warn you, who am I? What did I become and how will I achieve the expiation of my acts... I am a 33-year-old woman, I was married for one year, my husband was Eduardo, we have a beautiful daughter, Luciana, who is 7 years old, my ex-husband is a professional, very good-looking and super seductive, he is now 36 years old. Our life as a couple had been very good. Eduardo was affectionate with me and Luciana, very understanding and intelligent. We shared everything and our vacations were a trip to paradise. I felt complete, satisfied with life, without surprises or unexpected events, everything went smoothly. But in my life, a change began in me, I don't know how or why. Like a lightning bolt ⚡, it hits the ground, that's how my life was. It put itself at the foot of a precipice... My communication with Edu was fantastic, he always supported my projects, accompanied me on my illusions and demonstrated his love for me in the smallest details. He always made me feel like a queen, pampered and attended to. Sexually, our relationship was very good, with very small ups and downs, but he always took care of me in the best way. In these years, although my previous experience before marriage was not very extensive, we were trying everything. Never forced me to do something I didn't want or desire. I loved sex with Edu, especially when he was relaxed and connected, which happened very often. My life developed quietly, with the typical obligations of a lady of the house, preparing meals, taking care of our daughter, shopping, etc. And always had time for my things. I dedicated myself to studying (I love any intellectual activity) and my physical appearance. Adjusting schedules, I had enough time to study in the morning and go to the gym in the afternoon. It was there where my change began. Not that I found myself unsatisfied, quite the contrary, nor did we lack money and I didn't have needs, much less affective ones. One time, chatting with the girls at the gym, they talked about how well the instructor had taken to two or three of them, how well he did it, How I used to suck her pussy, the guy I had and how well I handled him. Until that moment he was just another boy to me, one of those who usually hang around someone like me, I'm very pretty on my face, tall, chestnut-haired, big-eyed, and a figure very well set, thanks to the gym. I never had noticed him as a man, he was just a gym teacher to me and nothing more. The conversation awakened in me what I thought was simple curiosity, but then I became more interested in the subject. The coffee between girls after gym class was like always, a moment to talk about kids, fashion, and other insignificant topics, but I already had another topic in mind: knowing more about the famous matter of the teacher. I approached one of those involved, Silvia, 35 years old, a beauty, who wasn't from my group because I considered her superficial and empty. At first she was like cut off with me, never having paid much attention to me, and suddenly the serious one, as they called her, tried to be my friend. It didn't take long for her to open up, just two coffees were enough, she told me that her husband, a successful businessman, didn't satisfy her like she wanted, that she had lovers, that she took him for it (one, two and done), that she stayed with him because it was economically convenient and that Marcelo (the prof) wasn't the first to sexually satisfy her (she had had a few lovers). It didn't cost her anything to get home after an agitated afternoon with Marce and, after kissing her husband and kids, run to the bathroom to wash off what he had left in her pussy and ass (which, as Silvia referred to it, was a great anal sex giver). Silvia was delighted with her double life, on one side the super lady and on the other the promiscuous slut. I analyzed her story of permanent dissatisfaction and eternal search for something that would hardly find this way. Obviously Silvia didn't resemble me at all, not only because of her personal situation but also because of her ... Personality. I didn't understand how he permanently lived needing a lover, compulsively resorting to third parties and additionally denying that need, that pursuit of having two lives as a naturalness, as if nothing was happening, as if it were the only way to live. What we talked about with Silvia left me thinking for a while, meanwhile I kept going to the gym. I started looking at Marcelo with inquisitive eyes. What did he have that made women search for him? He was handsome, young, with a divine body, very seductive, mixing a sweet perfume with the smell produced by physical activity. He attracted his masculinity. But after that it didn't produce any effect on me. He had a beautiful bulge (it was noticeable under the tights he wore) and his movements were almost feline. I surprised myself thinking about him at home while doing my things. Certain night when Edu and I made love in a beautiful, caring, and sweet way, I started thinking about him. My mind was playing a joke on me or what? I left the certain passivity I had to start asking Edu to treat me more roughly, to make me feel differently. I'm not one for saying dirty things, but I couldn't help myself: -Come on... put it all the way in... more... more... make me feel more... call me a slut... put it all the way in and yaaaaaa.💕💕💕 Edu was surprised, but he did what I asked. He has a good cock, well long and thick, never needed me to ask for more, he just knew how to dose it, until a certain point he took care not to be too rough so as not to hurt me. Thinking about Marcelo made me hot at levels never felt before, I put my legs over his shoulders so that he could thrust without mercy (I felt him reach the bottom of my vagina and stretch my ligaments). I got down on all fours and asked him to bury it in me from behind, Edu didn't hesitate and already the unfamiliarity had given way to lust. He opened my legs and with his hands separated my buttocks, aimed his precious cock at me and thrust into me with a push. It reached me so deep that I let out a cry of pain, I had hurt myself, the big idiot.
I told you with that new vocabulary: Son of a slut, you're killing me... you're blowing my mind... it hurts, dude... to... to... 😭 Edu stop immediately and when he made the mistake of taking off his cock. I reacted enraged... -nooooo... no... give it to me... give it to me harder... 😡 The contrary one, obeyed without a word and between horny and submissive, did as I said. -siiiiiii... all the way down... siiii... like this.... I'm coming... I'm done, son of a slut... you're making me come again... more... more harder...💕💕I arrived at an infinite orgasm, although I'm used to having very good orgasms (Edu would take care of making me enjoy them), I couldn't stop having contractions, feeling how Edu's cock slid into my pussy and made a rare sound due to the juices it had secreted. He hadn't finished yet and I wanted more war. I sat up and threw him onto the bed, took possession of his cock and started sucking it. It wasn't something I did often but it tasted yummy. I wanted to put it all the way in but it wouldn't go in. I was going crazy, out of my mind, even I didn't understand what was happening (at that moment I had no notion of what I was doing). I let go of his cock and with his juices on my face gave him a tongue kiss as deep as I could. I said: 'Guacho... son of your slut mother... you're going to break my ass... with that infernal cock you have... you're going to put it all the way in until my balls... I want you to tear me in two... come on, boludo... what are you waiting for? Give it to someone else... spit out and bury it once and for all... go ahead... hurry up...' 😈Edu was looking at me, but he was also super hot, especially with my new face that had come out like an explosion. He put me on all fours with a pillow under my stomach, left my ass up high and I helped by breaking my waist, put his legs on either side of my body and with the lubrication he brought from my pussy and a little saliva, he got me wet. We had done it very few times, not that I didn't like it, but it didn't give me as much pleasure as through my pussy, and besides, Edu's cock is muuuuuy respectable, the few times we did it hurt my ass for a few days. With one hand he leaned on the bed and with the other he grabbed his cock and put it in my hole. When he was in position he said: Cover your cheeks, I'm going to put it all the way up to your balls, cheap slut (he had already made me very hot since he's also not one for dirty talk). With my face turned to the side, I opened my ass as much as I could, almost hurting myself, felt like my ass was opening on its own and pulsating waiting for the cock. When I felt his head tickling me, I couldn't take it anymore and screamed: -Come on, you pervert... what are you waiting for... put that cock in me once... learn to get it right once and break my ass, son of a slut... -Why did I say that, he buried himself without any consideration, felt his head kissing my hole and began to penetrate without waiting for dilation, more like a knife that was piercing me. The pain reached my fingertips, at one moment only my stomach was on the bed, the rest was arched up, until he lifted Edu.He kept pushing and let myself fall with all my weight onto his ass. I felt his thick piece separating and filling the rectum and beyond. I was still spreading my buttocks which allowed it to get stuck until the hilt, and he stayed quiet for a moment. I was searching for air, my lungs weren't reaching it, I gagged on a pillow (which almost broke). I felt full, replete, my ass and belly hurt, I was covered in cold sweat, I could feel it on my back and neck. Edu steadied himself on the bed and began to pull out slowly. When he had it almost out, he put it back in again. It started a rhythm that drove me crazy. -ahhhhhhjrrrgggggg😍😍 My tearful eyes, full of pleasure and pain. What a delight I felt, my ass was embracing his delicious member. He kept me in a continuous orgasm, I don't know what I said or did, but after Edu filled my rectum with cum, he pulled out slowly and kissed me very softly. We became the same again. After cleaning up, we went to sleep again, and already somewhat calmer, Edu asked me what had happened. It was the first time I lied to him, I told him that he had excited me and that I had desired him like never before. He looked at me and didn't say anything, kissed me again and fell asleep in each other's arms. From my husband's gaze, I suspected that it hadn't convinced him, I knew him very well, his expression was of surprise, not suspicion, but something clearly didn't fit. Had he said something I didn't remember?. With that doubt, I relaxed until I fell asleep. I woke up very late, like with a hangover, my head hurt (and my ass). I found a note from Edu informing me that he had prepared breakfast for Luciana and would take her to school, and could I please go pick her up since he couldn't, He thanked last night's thing ❤️ as always: Your love. It caused bitter taste, I hadn't made love with my husband, I had screwed Marcelo. I didn't understand my behavior or why I let myself get carried away that way last night. I felt like a slut, even though someone said that in a relationship there's always a third party, whether it's just in thought, but it had never happened to me before. I loved Eduardo, desired and needed him as a person, he was my counterpart. I couldn't imagine being without him. Then... what was the reason for this guy's appearance?. I started crying, with no apparent reason, for a good while. I didn't attend classes, wasn't in the mood, prepared a warm bath and stayed until the water cooled down, dried off and went back to bed. I couldn't get my head together. For someone as structured as me, this shouldn't be happening. I had mixed feelings, wanted to be with Edu, kiss him, caress him but Marcelo's vision was unsettling and unbalanced my emotions. I tried to rationalize the situation: how could a relatively unknown person upset an entire solid structure that had been in place just recently?. Was there some unrecognized lack?. Was I unsatisfied?. Could there be another hidden reason?. I didn't know. I opted to assume it was some mental game, influenced by the instructor's image and maybe the girls' comments at the gym and our subsequent conversation with Silvia. I went to look for my daughter and we had lunch together, her things distracted me and I decided not to go to the gym that day either. At first the afternoon became pleasant but as the hours passed I started getting uneasy without knowing why. I was nervous (I even yelled at Luciana), couldn't stand myself. When Eduardo arrived I received him coldly and angrily. He sat down comfortably next to me in the kitchen while finishing dinner. He asked how my day had been and I answered with a grunt. Edu lit a cigarette (he never does before eating) looked serious at me and said: Don't you think we should talk. I replied: About what do you want to talk about. About you, he answered. About me? If nothing's wrong with me. You behaved differently yesterday than usual. Hot. Not at first. It's because you put the word 'pussy' on red. Thanks, but I don't think it was me. It left me frozen, my hands and jaw trembling. P... p... but... what do you say. Even changed your name. What... why did you change my name?. Yes. What a bunch of nonsense you're saying. Not just the name, but also how you're expressing yourself differently. Enough questions, I don't want to hear it anymore, I didn't know how to get out of this and I made myself offended. If I had been centered, I would have only had to explain it as it happened and the topic would have been exhausted. But by trying to downplay it, I complicated things even more. Only Luciana ate dinner, Edu retreated to his study and I to the kitchen. What a fool I was, hot as I was, when we got together last night, obviously, I must have mentioned it (more than once?). Eduardo is not stupid, he had let me pass without emotional baggage after sex. He wanted to talk to me about it to understand what had happened to me and make me explain what had occurred. All I managed to do was make things worse. I decided to end the topic and went to his study. He was sitting in his armchair looking at nothing. He listened as I entered but didn't move. Are you angry?, I asked. Do I have to be?. Honestly, I don't know what I'm accused of, I said proudly, eager for a fight. Precisely that, not being sincere. I was making things worse, it's very hard for Edu to lose an argument (and less so if he's right), his arguments are irrefutable and he attacks you with your own words, I had already given up on arguing with him. What do you want me to say, Edu?. Do you have something to tell me?. No... there's nothing to say, I don't remember what I said or how I said it, and it seems like you're making a big deal out of a trivial thing, a name that neither exists nor matters... I don't know.... It seems like a trivial thing that while we're having sex you twist around and end up calling someone else. Edu, I never... I was unfaithful. You were it last night. Leave me alone... that Marcelo doesn't exist, you must have thought I meant someone else, I don't know who... I'm going crazy, I said shouting hysterically, now I think the explosion was due to all the contained energy. Rosi... I never said the name is Marcelo. Crying, I went to my room, took a Lexotan 6 and went to bed. I didn't want to see him, much less talk to him. The situation had become too complicated, I hadn't handled the conversation properly, I should have said anything and goodbye... told any nonsense... lied... But... again I made the same mistake, thinking that with lies I could confuse Edu, the damage was done and I would have to fix it quickly. I had dug my own grave and Edu had discovered me. Tomorrow would be another day. I woke up after nine, another day without going to university, I found a note from Eduardo telling me he had prepared breakfast for our daughter again and that I should please pick her up from school. He signed it Eduardo, he had omitted Your love, it hurt me so much, I launched into uncontrollable crying. I went to pick up Lu from school and even she asked me what was wrong. I told her my head ached. In the afternoon, I took Luciana to her activities and left her with a mother who would take care of her and her friends to a birthday party, so I committed to picking her up at 8pm. The whole day was mine, I changed and went to the gym. Aerobics routines, then weightlifting sets. Marcelo was replacing me on weights, so he was the one who set my routine and gave me instructions. It was the first time we crossed more than two words, and I liked it, I relaxed and let the activity discharge my tension. Marce was a sly one, telling me how to put the tiny ass and giving me little chills, at first I didn't like it but I observed that he did it with all (especially some, Silvia among them) and they were all delighted. When I was doing pectorals, he stood in front of me and started marking my breathing, I should be doing something wrong because Marce put his hands on the sides of my chest, touching my nipples outside and telling me how to synchronize the movements. He looked at me and I returned the gaze, as if unaware, responding to a call (what an inconvenient) he passed his hands carelessly over my nipples, which seemed like monoliths. The whole class received special attention from Marce, with his rubbings, touchings, and glances, putting me hot like a pipe. You could see my humidity between the lycra, luckily the shower time arrived and I thought it would cool down a bit, but it wasn't. We agreed to get something at the gym bar since it was raining, and 20 minutes later we were four chatting about his things. Silvia was talking about a vendor of artibooties for the home that she met while buying a new refrigerator; Alicia had her mother-in-law staying with her for a month; Romina didn't know if she should stop taking anti pills or wait for her husband's down jacket to take her to the Caribbean as he had been promising for two years. A while later Marce arrived and the girls invited him to the table, he sat next to me, as the table was already small I had to endure his leg against mine and how, in the warmth of the conversation, Marce's hand rested on my knee without seeming to want it. Near 19:00 and while Marce was saying some nonsense in my ear, I saw Silvia's face pale, she seemed about to faint, I laughing out loud asked her if something was wrong or if she had seen her husband. She answered no, that the husband was mine. The one who almost fainted was me, I stood up like a spring to prevent him from getting closer to the table, but it was too late. Edu was on top of me (I'll never feel comfortable with my back to the door again). He took me by surprise and all I could do was stutter, Silvia, who knew Eduardo, after greeting him, saw the tense situation and wanted to help, So that... was introducing everyone at the table, when he got to Marce, I was looking down at the floor as if it were guilty of all humanity's crimes, by the corner of my eye I could distinguish that Edu accused me. Very correct, he took me by the arm and separating me from the group told me that my cell phone was disconnected (I had forgotten to recharge it with all the commotion), and he wanted to know about Lu, since he had gone to look for her and she wasn't there anymore. As I could explain and tell him that I would go to look for her, while Edu's gaze pierced through me, I was pale, and even though the situation didn't seem more than a pseudo-compromising one, all the events were against me. Hysterical and angry at home and laughing in the gym, an non-existent Marce like magic and less, but with the sum of events, no less important, Marce's whispers in my ear that made me laugh. He didn't say a word, politely approached the group and bid everyone farewell one by one, sending greetings to Silvia's husband, kissing Alicia and Romina on the cheek and asking Marce how they were treating me as he passed, the very son of a slut should be used to this type of situation already since he answered with great naturalness that he had been working there for a year and still hadn't been bitten. The supposed joke didn't even make Marce laugh. Edu turned around and left without greeting me. In one day things had complicated in an inconceivable way. Silvia realized something grave had happened and suggested going to the powder room to retouch our makeup. The first thing she said was: What's wrong, Rosi?. I burst into tears like a teenager and told her everything from start to finish. Silvia listened attentively and only said: 'What a mess for nothing, why don't you let things cool off a bit?' I replied that with Eduardo, things wouldn't calm down until the matter was exhausted. 'Then tell him to leave me alone, since you're already big enough to say ' you're controlling and you know what you have to do. Silvia's thing didn't convince me, that could work with her husband but not with Eduardo, I would have to convince him that all this was just a sum of errors and misunderstandings. I stayed at the bar for another hour and Marcelo took care of me, making me relax a bit from all the accumulated tension. It was actually pleasant and I didn't mind being with him. When I got home Eduardo was at his desk, I greeted him and asked about Lu, Eduardo stood up, didn't look at me and left the house, I didn't understand anything until I remembered that I had to pick up my daughter and hadn't done it. If there was a prize for stupidity, I would win even the consolation prize. I ran after Edu but he was already leaving with his car, I took mine and headed out to find Lu, when I arrived, Lu's friend's mother told me (with great reluctance) that Eduardo had taken her away a few minutes earlier and if there was another time, please respect the hours. To make matters worse, Lu's daughter called me a piece of trash. At home Eduardo had already put Lu to bed, who was exhausted and had school tomorrow. I felt useless and out of place, asked Edu if he wanted to have dinner and he said no. I served myself a vodka with orange and sat down in the living room, I needed to get my bearings, adjust the events, I was overwhelmed. After the second drink I went to look for Edu at his desk but he wasn't there, he had gone to bed and was sleeping. I took a shower and also went to bed, maybe tomorrow would be a better day. I woke up... alone. Eduardo had already taken Lu to school and he must have left for work, that's what I deduced from the food leftovers in the kitchen. I prepared my own breakfast and decided to get ready for class. Although I wasn't in the mood, I took my notes and left. I arrived late and sat down at the back. The instructor was talking and talking, and I didn't even know what she was talking about. I felt an enormous anxiety. I got tired after 10 minutes, grabbed my things and I went away, headed home, decided to go to the gym. Why?. And much better: why not?. I arrived quickly but there wasn't anyone familiar in the morning shift, I realized I hadn't brought my clothes, so I headed back home. Advanced a bit, decided to get a coffee. I arrived and ordered. Being there, I started, for the umpteenth time, trying to find the end of this infernal mess I was in. Contradictions and more contradictions, I sank like the Titanic in a sea of contradictions. Why didn't I talk to Edu and clear everything up?. He would understand that I had let myself be carried away by a fantasy (fantasy?), and that unfortunate coincidences had worked against me. Yes, very nice, but Eduardo is Eduardo, I knew he loved me as much as our daughter, but I had committed the most serious error: I had lied to him. The rest would intellectualize it in the best way, but I knew, lying was the only thing Edu couldn't stand, even saying he had a visceral rejection of it. I could tell him what he wanted to hear, but I had failed him. It would be very difficult to recover his trust. Eduardo asked for what he gave with abundance. I was lost in my thoughts when a warm hand took hold of the back of my neck, caressing me, and slowly turned my head to receive on the corner of my lips, a longer kiss than two friends. When I could focus my gaze, I saw it was Marc. Very smiling, he asked what I was doing around there that morning. It wasn't my usual place. He said: I'm sure you miss me so much, you need to see me until the morning. I smiled too (the caress on the neck had made my hairs stand on end), lied that I didn't have classes for some reason and decided to come by my house, when I was here I realized I didn't have clothes, so I didn't change and decided to increase my daily dose of caffeine. We both laughed, and he told me he was going to replace a colleague for just this week, that in the morning there wasn't much activity that used time for cleaning, etc., etc., etc. He looked at me seriously and asked: 'Rosi, I know it's something personal, but did you have anything to do with yesterday?' I was trying to calm the situation by saying: 'No, Marce, you don't have anything to do with it, it's a couple's problem - Can I help you with something?' He asked me: 'No, thanks... but can you give massages?' I said: 'I'm the best massage therapist on this side of the galaxy 😂' He said: 'No... seriously... I'm all tense, my back and neck hurt'. Then he looked at me seriously and said: 'It will be a pleasure to give you the best massage for the best student I have.' 'But not your favorite... isn't that so?' 'Yes, if you say it's because of the ones who take me to bed, I'll tell you that more than once they've literally violated me🥺' His sincerity pleased me and what he said was true, I knew what the girls were saying (Silvia, for example). 'But Marce, I don't have any clothes.' 'For massages, you don't need clothes,' he would say, 'I'd tell you that it's quite the opposite😈' I wanted to get out of there and leave him hanging. But I couldn't... He kept teasing me - It makes me feel embarrassed. 'What about?' I asked him, pretending to be shy. 'It's just that no one is here, you have other things to do... I don't know, maybe I'll go home 🥺' 'Why are you afraid, Rosi.' 'I'm not afraid... it won't be you, for sure'. 'I also think you're not afraid of me, but are you feeling safe?' 'Safe from what?' 'From you...' This son of a slut had been watching me for a long time and could have had an image of me before I even realized his existence. I was surprised by his analytical ability, or should I interpret that he was being stirred up by something and that's why he was studying me so much?. I told myself: 'Rosi, stop messing around and enjoy yourself, no one sees us and I'm very comfortable with this guy. I changed the subject, asked him: 'How do we do it, about the clothes?' He looked at me smiling and said: 'I suppose you're wearing a thong, don't worry about the bra, fuck you' a towel... -You've got quick solutions for everything. -For everything... for everything... 😈 and with a flirtatious smile, he rubbed his lips against mine. I turned red and when I was about to react, he had already gotten up and said: -Wait for me over there. Again my hair stood on end, I paid and headed to the Gym Entre, looking for the basement. All the auxiliary equipment was installed down there: sauna, solar beds, massage rooms, and employee locker rooms and showers. What was I going to do if Marce came after me? Some hint had to be stopped. Would I want it stopped? But did I have a satisfying sexual life? Satisfying... until when? Again the contradictions. They were driving me crazy 😭. I called Marce as I descended the stairs, he appeared in a Lycra pants and a shirt one size larger than usual. He looked divine, his package was noticeable. What's going on with my head?, I wondered. Am I really measuring the cock of my instructor? If this kept up, I'd have to see a psychologist. I was totally lost. -Rosi... Rosi... are you okay?. Marce asked me, he had been talking to me and I was completely lost. Yes, yes... where can I change?. -You can use my locker for your clothes, I'll bring you a towel. I undressed, put my clothes in the locker, and waited sitting down. I took one of Marce's cigarettes and lit it up. It had been years since I'd smoked one, since high school. I sat there taking deep drags and feeling the pleasant warmth produced by tobacco in my lungs. Marce arrived, his eyes sparkled, not the same cutie in Lycra as in a bra and thong. To make matters worse, they were dental floss ones and black (I had spent 50 dollars on the set) and he still had a nice tan. I should be giving a good impression considering Marce's package had grown. -You're going to drool all morning or you're going to give me a little massage, I said between... Challenging and seductive. But now it seems you want to lift me up. Rosi, I'm going crazy (and really slutty), I was telling myself. -You look great... excuse me, do you want to go to the treatment room?. I followed him, he had a very nice bum, round, well-muscled and hard, moving it like a cutie. I even felt like touching it. The towel he had handed me was still in my hand, in the treatment room, he put another one on the table and made me lie down face down. He played soft music and came up to me from the side. He touched my back, palpating the spinal column from the nape of the neck to the coccyx, then took one of my legs and palpated all the muscle groups again, did the same with the other and left them on the table slightly apart. He positioned himself in front of my head and stretched out my arms, his bulge was just 5 cm away, I wanted to do the same thing he had done to his arse a moment ago. He removed my bra without asking me anything and took it off me, passing one of his hands under it, so he didn't miss the opportunity to touch both my nipples. I was getting hot, very hot son of a slut. I tried to relax, but when he started spreading oil all over my back I began to get wet. He did wonders for me. He relaxed me as much as he heated me up. He put his hands wherever he wanted, touched my breasts, arse and inner thighs, taking advantage of the opportunity to touch my pussy without hesitation. I was waiting for him to get on the table and grab me. But he didn't do it and it's not like he wasn't excited, his bulge was well-developed. But he sent me to the sauna. I cursed him under my breath (as I had left him, I went to take a break in the steam. Before entering, he suggested I shouldn't stand too high, due to the hypotension issue. I entered and positioned myself on the first step, it wasn't very hot, probably they had raised the temperature that morning and it still hadn't reached its peak. This Marce should know. He had given me the cue to call him. Five minutes into masturbating, he said I called. He entered in seconds (he would be behind the door) he looked at me, we didn't speak, he took off his undershorts and pulled out his shirt. His member was erect and ready, like me, who was lying on my back, I had already taken off my thong a while ago. He settled in and while giving me a very deep kiss, he penetrated me without any interruption until the end. He moved well, slow and deep, playing with his hips in a circular motion but everything ended in a deep penetration. I grabbed his hips and started caressing them, while still getting caught up. He was holding his cock well and produced a soft pleasure from the friction on the vaginal walls. -ahhhhhhjjjj 💞 I began to moan
With my hands I reached his anus, not without difficulty, and started massaging it. When he began to moan, I put the stiff finger and buried it in his ass until it reached the end. He came immediately with a grunt of pleasure -arggghhhhh💫💫I needed a little more, Marce wasn't Edu. Eduardo's way of making love had no comparison (so far) except Marce's cock reached halfway down Eduardo's in length and width. I asked him to make me finish with his finger or tongue, but he wanted to cum. He did it with his tongue and I had a good orgasm (but not the usual one). He kissed me and told me everything was fine, put on his pants and left. I stayed for a bit longer, took a shower and left. When I was leaving, I saw Marce at the bar with two chicks, having fun. I waited until it was time to go get Lu. We had lunch and in the afternoon I went back to the gym. Everything seemed normal with Marce, I don't know... I expected him to look at me differently even if just for a moment, but not with the same treatment as always. I stayed chatting with the girls and soon Silvia and I were alone. She asked how things were going and I told her the truth: -Like my ass, Eduardo doesn't talk to me anymore and I think he's waiting for me to say something... -I don't know, it seems like neither of us believes what's happening... 😒 -Look Rosi, this has happened to me a few times before, husbands are not worth your time, if you want to talk, let them talk, but stay indifferent and that way they'll value you more. She said -No Silvi, Eduardo is not an ordinary man. He's the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me, apart from Luciana, and he doesn't deserve to be treated like a jerk. -Let him go to hell and leave me alone, make your life 😠 -I don't know... I have the feeling that if I don't change something, I'll lose him. -But Rosi, this is just a bunch of nonsense. -Not anymore Silvia... -Why... why change his name while you're causing such a mess, it's like me calling everyone Papi who screws me, even my husband's son's slut 😭 -No Silvia... now it's more complicated. -But what happened again?. Did you send another similar stupid thing?. -Yes 😭 -But... tell the truth... don't be mysterious with me She asked anxiously Silvia. -I hooked up with Marc. -Pe... but don't waste your time, eh... you were the prude and for a silly reason you hook up with the first guy who crosses your path?😂 -I don't know what happened to me... I swear I wasn't hot for him... I don't know... it just happened and that's it. -You could have looked for something better, you didn't fuck very well... besides he's kind of weird.. I don't know... party animal. -What a party animal??? -Yeah, girl... because he likes heavy partying and doesn't care about anything. -The son of a slut, I said visibly annoyed. -Why?. Because he screwed someone who didn't say no?. What a jerk isn't... and less so if he can hook up with a little one who's really strong like you... because you have some great tits and an ass... that even makes me hot🔥🔥 -Don't mess with me Silvia, I've got a headache and I don't know which way to go... -Okay... calm down... try to settle the mess with your husband and then follow up on the treatments for your pussy. -Ha ha ha, conversations with Silvia always ended like this: Saying stupid things, but it made me laugh and relax. Anyway, it was already done, and what's done is done. I decided to let things cool off with Edu and see what happened, while if I could, I wanted to repeat with Marc but in a more comfortable place. To be continued
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