Carla leaves the party again without Jorge. CARLA
Passed time since that night with Óscar. And honestly, it was hard to get him out of my head. Every time I did it with my husband or simply got turned on, Óscar's physique, his cock, his eyes... everything came back to my mind. And if I just thought about it for no reason, then I'd get turned on. It was a vicious circle, but I didn't hide it from my husband. Like that day, a couple of weeks after the last adventure, while taking something calmly on the patio:
-Do you know? I can't help it...
Jorge, taking a sip of his beer: -What's up with you?..
-Well, getting turned on...
-Did you remember Óscar?... –looking at me with half a smile....
-I know you too well...
-Shall we go to the room?
-Let's go...
And Jorge, always ready, would screw me. On that occasion and in repeated occasions more. And he'd say things to my ear, to remind me of that night. And that still turned me on even more. Until one day, after finishing the sex, I couldn't help but ask him:
-Don't you worry, it seems like we only do it thinking about that boy?
And Jorge, with his characteristic calm and security, told me:
-No. The truth is no. It's novelty. You had an amazing fuck, and probably want to repeat it. One and a thousand times more. But I don't know why you don't. You know you have my permission...
-Honey, but I'm afraid of getting obsessed, I love you...
-Life –kissing me- and I love you too!! You should start distinguishing between sex and feelings. If not, we should forget everything that happened. I've read a lot about the topic, especially since the boy told me about it. And yes, it turns me on to imagine you and see you in action. And don't deprive yourself of anything as long as you consult me. When something doesn't please me, I'll tell you, don't worry. And I don't want you to do anything that doesn't appeal to you, obviously. But if it does, tell me, don't hesitate. fear. And I kept thinking, turning it over in my head. With Luis, it hadn't been the same, I liked it, it was the first time and it had been good. But with Oscar... I don't know... it had been such incredible sex...
JORGE
Although I desired to repeat it, and see my Carla enjoy herself again like that day, I didn't force her. I let her think, make decisions... but I knew she wanted it. Every time we had sex, and those days were many, I remembered that day. And she loved it. She asked me more than once to put in the light-colored contact lenses. I screwed her, again and again, she always wanted more. We had the most fantastic sex we'd had in a long time. However, although she knew there was no problem on my part, I saw her scared of taking any step. And it was true, I had always managed the situation, provoked things, pushed Carla. But I desired that this time it be her who acted, if she wanted to.
CARLA
In the end, I hadn't mustered the courage, and despite wanting to see him again, I hadn't called or spoken with Oscar. The guy didn't give any signs of life. I suppose he wasn't lacking in sexual activity, he didn't need me. Although I recognize that it would have been wonderful to hear from him...
But some time passed, and we gradually returned to normal.
One day, a friend, Catalina, passed her exams, and wanted to celebrate. We went out with the gang (she, Inés, and María, the girl from the first night when I met Luis, the divorced one, don't you remember?). We had dinner, laughed, drank... And just as we were finishing up, at María's request (although I have to admit that I supported her in everything) we went to our usual disco. I was with friends, and it was clear that I wouldn't do anything weird, especially not with Inés, one of them. But I had curiosity about seeing if I would run into any of my acquaintances... Jorge since we parted ways when I left. The horn blew downstairs, it was Inés who was driving the car, and she was picking us up one by one. Jorge kissed me, the kids were still running around the house, and he winked at me while saying:
-No be good... but tell me...
So I had the idea of turning on my husband a bit. And I wrote to him:
JORGE
It wasn't very late, and I hadn't had time to think about Carla. I had taken care of the kids, we'd watched a movie, they'd gone to bed, and finally I'd relaxed on the sofa, putting on a match that was halfway through, an English league game, I don't remember which one, but it was entertaining... when my phone vibrated:
Carla: Hi love? How's everything?
- Fine, life. As always. We watched a movie and they're sleeping like angels now. And you?
-People just finished eating, we're in the car. Finally...
-If so?
-Very well...
-Uff... Well, keep me posted!
-Hahaha... as you want. But I'm going with my friends, don't expect anything weird...
-In case, I'll write to Óscar now, warning him...
-No! You're not allowed, okay?
-Hahaha!! Okay, be calm... but you tell me how the night goes, okay? (kisses emojis)
-Ok, don't worry. Kisses...
Well, that was it. No match or anything. I wasn't going to stay calm for a while. Why? Because I had gotten hard. Carla knew... she knew I would provoke me with that kind of game. I could already imagine her on the dance floor, who knows if she'd run into Óscar again...?
I kept watching the match, but without paying attention. I needed to be entertained. Suddenly I felt like jerking off, thinking about my Carla, thinking about what she might be doing... but no, I didn't want to, I wanted to stay hard, waiting for some message from her. But an hour and a half passed, and without knowing anything about her, I was wondering if I should go to bed. And maybe stay hard, waiting for her... once making me a 'apaño'…. CARLA We had been at the local for an hour and a half. I was having a good time, I had taken some mojitos, and laughed a lot, especially with María, who is the one I have more complicity with. We had danced on the dance floor, we hadn't lacked suitors for the dance, but none in particular that caught my attention. Then I saw him. He entered with his friends, laughing... and after a while advancing, fixed his gaze on me. And he smiled at me, with those eyes that put me so much. I got wet, I remember perfectly. María must have perceived something strange on my face (at that moment Catalina and Inés were in the bathroom), and turned to check. She stayed stiff when she saw that piece of a man coming towards us... -Hey, Carla, how long has it been? How are you? – he gave me two kisses- -Eh.. ah... fine, fine. This is María, a friend. -Hi María, -he gave her two kisses- nice to meet you... -Nice to meet you... -María blushed- -Well, girls, let's see if we can dance something later... -And he went with his friends... -Of course, María took two seconds to ask... -But well... and that piece of a man? -My mind reacted quickly: -A colleague from work, he's been at the company for six months. We've gotten along well... -Yeah... yeah... -María laughing- good buddies... haha -Come on, silly – I followed the game- you know how much I love my Jorge.... -Yes, silly, yes, you two are the perfect couple... But doesn't that guy look like he's not for getting wet? -If only you knew... I thought while smiling to myself, and gave another sip of the mojito. Then Catalina and Inés arrived, and we changed the subject. It seemed that Inés wanted to leave already... while they were discussing it, I grabbed my phone. JORGE Just as I was about to go to bed, the buzzing of the mobile caught my attention. Finally a message from Carla. -He's here... Nothing more. It didn't say anything more. -And...? wrote, but without getting a response…. Joooodeeeer. My heart had accelerated. Were they jealousy? No, it was excitement. My hand searched for my cock, which only with that message had started to get hard. But I gave up. I didn't want. I didn't desire to jerk off, I liked that excitement, that not knowing, that thinking what could be happening. I wanted Carla to come back, and at the same time, I didn't. I wanted her to tell me, and at the same time, I didn't.
CARLA
-Okay, deal made –said María – an hour more and we'll meet up in the car.
At the end, María and I stayed for a bit longer there, and the other two went off to a quieter place nearby where they could chat and have a drink. They left and a boy took María out to dance, leaving me alone. I kept sipping my mojito, and when I was about to look at my phone, to see if my husband had seen my message, Óscar's voice called out from behind.
-Did they leave you alone, beautiful...?
-Well, you can see... –I smiled coquettishly...
-I don't know how much I wanted to see you again...
-Tell that to all of them...
-And what about your husband? Didn't he come today?
-No, I'm with friends. So don't get too worked up, we can't do anything...
-Mmm, what a bummer. But can we dance, yes?
How could I resist those hypnotic eyes, that perfect body, that guy who was so handsome and remembered me and noticed I was wet, had given me such good sex...?
-It's fine...
We danced for a bit. Óscar in his element, leading me sensually, but I have to admit, something uncomfortable. I was looking for María, feared she would see me, feared the what will they think...
-Aren't you comfortable? –he whispered in my ear–
-The truth is, no. I'm afraid my friend will see me, I'm afraid she'll think what isn't...
-So don't worry, now I'll take care of it...
We finished the song, and Óscar accompanied me to the bar where María was. He took her hand:
-Your turn, miss... –said María, smiling... accepted. She threw me a look with her eyes very open, while Oscar was taking her to the dance floor…
I took advantage of writing to my husband... JORGE
He wasn't stopping from spinning around in bed. My mind wasn't stopping from imagining, my cock demanding contact with my hand.... The phone rang again.
- Sorry, I'm here...
-Joder, girl. You have me at a thousand...
-Hahahaha, ah yes?
-Yes... just thinking about what could be happening...
-And what would you like to happen?
-I don't know, you'll have to tell me. Are you with him?
-No, we've been dancing for a bit. You know... it's been seeing him and I've gotten my underwear wet. But María is here. It's not planned...
-Joder, now that really gets me going. What if María leaves?
-Phew... then I won't respond... hahahaha
-Would you throw yourself at him?
-The girls are waiting for us in 40 minutes in the car....
-You haven't responded...
-Phew... yes, yes, if you give me permission, of course...
-You have my permission, but I want you to tell me everything later. I was about to jerk off, but I'll save myself for your story....
-Mmmm... mother of God, how crazy you are...
-Tell me you'll tell me.
-I'll tell you (kiss emoji)
She left the line. Now it's really definitive. I wasn't going to sleep, my cock was going to explode, but neither was I going to jerk off. I went down to the kitchen to get myself a drink.
CARLA
A hand on my shoulder made me put away my phone. It was María...
-What? Is she moving well...? -I smiled-
-Uuuuyyyy mother of God... and how is it!... Do you know if he has a girlfriend?
My reaction surprised me, I acted more by impulse than thinking:
-Yes, I think so, he's with a girl...
-A shame, if not I'd throw the trunks...
-Hahahaha, -I laughed, although without finding it funny...
María finished her cubata... I still had a couple of sips left in mine.
-Do we go with the girls? -she asked. There was still half a hour to see each other in the car. The truth, I had a desire at that moment to tell her no, for her to leave me alone so I could get close to Oscar and tell him I wanted to fuck him wherever he was, so he would give me a lot of pleasure again. My husband knew...
-Okay –I replied-
Let's go...
María grabbed her purse and leaned on my shoulder with one hand as she was about to leave...
-One last dance...?
I turned around and could see those eyes fixed on me once more. I melted. I forgot about María, the girls, everything...
María's voice snapped me out of my reverie:
-Will you stay?...
Oscar spoke for me:
-Let us have a few more dances...
-Okay –María winked at me... what was she thinking?... it didn't matter to me...
See you later in the car, be careful. I'm going with the girls...
Oscar took me to the dance floor. I realized I hadn't spoken a word to María or Oscar. I had let myself get carried away by the situation...
But as I started dancing and his hands were already tracing my body to the rhythm of the music without any shame... I let myself go... every touch, every glance, every time those clear eyes locked onto mine, I felt myself getting hotter and hotter. But it was his words, a whisper in my ear during a bachata, that set me on fire:
-I'm going to fuck you again right here, Carla. I have such strong desires I can't control them.
Look at the clock. I had about twenty minutes to get to the car with the girls.
-Fuck me –I said without any taboos...
Oscar smiled... he had such a beautiful smile... he smiled and grabbed my hand, taking me with him away from the dance floor. He went towards the bar and spoke something to the bartender. I thought about Jorge, how he had told me it was okay, that I should tell him this craziness, that I should fuck that stallion and then tell him... Was my husband thinking about me?...
Oscar said something to the bartender and he handed him a key. He took me to a door at the end of a corridor, beyond the restrooms... He opened it with the key... key that had been given to them. We entered a semi-dark room, with several boxes scattered on the floor with gifts, t-shirts, and various things from beverage alcohol advertising. On both sides, shelves with more gadgets scattered. A small storage room. Oscar closed the door behind him... and pounced on me.
We started kissing, our tongues met, my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. He started biting my neck... his hands grabbed me with force from my ass. We were going to eat, literally. As I could, I took off his t-shirt... which torso he had, I remembered from the last time, I passed my tongue over all the corners I could... down towards his pants, which he took off, helping him. It didn't take long for him to have his cock out, morcilla... already on his knees, I swallowed it, at that moment I didn't want anything more, nothing more than to feel that big cock inside me again, that would fuck me like a few weeks ago, to receive the same pleasure he gave me. While noticing how his cock was getting hard in my mouth, my hand didn't stop blowing him, up and down, and Oscar was talking to me:
-Fucking hell, girl, how you suck... keep going, damn it...
He lifted me up suddenly, and I had a moment of lucidity, although I was totally out of it, when I said:
-Put on protection...
The boy searched in his pants, and already with a condom covering that huge cock, he turned me around, leaned me against the door, and from behind, I felt him positioning himself between my legs, his hands ripped off the thong under my skirt, and I felt that huge cock opening its way, tearing me apart despite being very lubricated. It didn't take long for me to feel it all inside me. My thoughts, remembering that night with my husband and him, were drowned out by my moans when Oscar started pumping me, with fury, with much desire. I noticed he was eager to possess me, and that made me even hornier...
-Fucking hell, Carla, how you fuck, you're a goddess... Oh, yes, yes, don't stop screwing, come on, give it to me all... It was an intense powder, very animal. Oscar kept penetrating me with more and more force, it seemed like he was going to split me in two. I felt full, very full, his movements caused me to lift off the ground... it was incredible...
-Ohhhh, God, that's tasty... come on, screw me...
-Oh, Carla, God, I'm going to come...
-Oh, yes, yes, give me your cum, fill me up...
I felt his discharge, I felt his cock contracting in and out of my interior. That really excited me, and I had an orgasm that I didn't expect...
-Ahhhhh... mmmmm... siiiiiii...
We were quiet and exhausted, Oscar kissed my neck from behind and got out of me.
-You're an incredible woman... does your husband know this?
Jorge. I had forgotten about him while I was screwing with that stud. Suddenly, I felt a pang of guilt, even though he had pushed me into it.
-Naturally. He would never do anything he didn't want to know...
-You two are very lucky...
-I know...
He started getting dressed, and I had to settle for putting the rest of my thong in my purse. I looked at the clock. It was five minutes past our agreed-upon time with the girls.
-I have to go -I said-
JORGE
It was being a strange night. And long. The waiting was making it seem longer, but I couldn't sleep, I had to see Carla and hear her story. The excitement kept going back and forth. Every time I imagined her dancing with Oscar, who knows what else, I got excited. I entertained myself by looking at internet pages, some videos of girls screwing with guys with big cocks while their husbands watched. I imagined my Carla, stuck to Oscar...
I looked at the clock. An hour had passed, maybe the girls had come back without my wife, maybe she had stayed with Oscar. My phone rang, I looked at it anxiously:
-Are you awake?
-Of course!
-I'm on my way with the girls... So then nothing has happened? -Now I'll tell you. Wait for me awake…. The waiting became eternal once again. But then I heard the door of the entrance. Carla, without making noise, came into the living room, seeing that the TV was on. I got up from the sofa and went towards her…
She kissed me, she kissed me with great enthusiasm, as if she had enormous desires to fuck right there. I corresponded, since the accumulated excitement all night long burned in my groin like a volcano's fire. Carla took my hand and put it under her skirt. She guided me to her pussy, which I noticed was wet and open... with the other hand, she handed me something in my free hand. We stepped back and looked at it. It was her thong, torn. There was no need for her to say anything more, I threw myself on top of her on the sofa, settled between her legs and went into her, suddenly, with more desire than ever in my life. I started to screw her...
-Oh, yes, yes, darling, that's it, put it all in... -Ah, yes, yes, as I longed for your pussy tonight.... -Ah, no stop Jorge... -Have you screwed it?
I didn't stop pumping, I desired her a lot, and with each thrust a spark of pleasure ran down my back...
-Mmmmm... damn... that's tasty... -Carla groaned...
-Tell me... did you come?
She grabbed me by the hair, pulled me towards her, kissed me while not stopping to moan with each of my thrusts. Her mouth came close to my ear:
-Ohhh... yes, darling, siiii. He screwed me like an animal, the very bastard has given me a lot of pleasure again....
Her words were too much for me. I came, released all the accumulated tension over those endless hours...
-Ohhh... god...... -Mmmmm si love, give it to me all...
I stayed lying down, exhausted, on top of her. We looked at each other. I kissed her. I got out of her and kissed her again.
-I love you -I said-
-And I love you too.
Passed time since that night with Óscar. And honestly, it was hard to get him out of my head. Every time I did it with my husband or simply got turned on, Óscar's physique, his cock, his eyes... everything came back to my mind. And if I just thought about it for no reason, then I'd get turned on. It was a vicious circle, but I didn't hide it from my husband. Like that day, a couple of weeks after the last adventure, while taking something calmly on the patio:
-Do you know? I can't help it...
Jorge, taking a sip of his beer: -What's up with you?..
-Well, getting turned on...
-Did you remember Óscar?... –looking at me with half a smile....
-I know you too well...
-Shall we go to the room?
-Let's go...
And Jorge, always ready, would screw me. On that occasion and in repeated occasions more. And he'd say things to my ear, to remind me of that night. And that still turned me on even more. Until one day, after finishing the sex, I couldn't help but ask him:
-Don't you worry, it seems like we only do it thinking about that boy?
And Jorge, with his characteristic calm and security, told me:
-No. The truth is no. It's novelty. You had an amazing fuck, and probably want to repeat it. One and a thousand times more. But I don't know why you don't. You know you have my permission...
-Honey, but I'm afraid of getting obsessed, I love you...
-Life –kissing me- and I love you too!! You should start distinguishing between sex and feelings. If not, we should forget everything that happened. I've read a lot about the topic, especially since the boy told me about it. And yes, it turns me on to imagine you and see you in action. And don't deprive yourself of anything as long as you consult me. When something doesn't please me, I'll tell you, don't worry. And I don't want you to do anything that doesn't appeal to you, obviously. But if it does, tell me, don't hesitate. fear. And I kept thinking, turning it over in my head. With Luis, it hadn't been the same, I liked it, it was the first time and it had been good. But with Oscar... I don't know... it had been such incredible sex...
JORGE
Although I desired to repeat it, and see my Carla enjoy herself again like that day, I didn't force her. I let her think, make decisions... but I knew she wanted it. Every time we had sex, and those days were many, I remembered that day. And she loved it. She asked me more than once to put in the light-colored contact lenses. I screwed her, again and again, she always wanted more. We had the most fantastic sex we'd had in a long time. However, although she knew there was no problem on my part, I saw her scared of taking any step. And it was true, I had always managed the situation, provoked things, pushed Carla. But I desired that this time it be her who acted, if she wanted to.
CARLA
In the end, I hadn't mustered the courage, and despite wanting to see him again, I hadn't called or spoken with Oscar. The guy didn't give any signs of life. I suppose he wasn't lacking in sexual activity, he didn't need me. Although I recognize that it would have been wonderful to hear from him...
But some time passed, and we gradually returned to normal.
One day, a friend, Catalina, passed her exams, and wanted to celebrate. We went out with the gang (she, Inés, and María, the girl from the first night when I met Luis, the divorced one, don't you remember?). We had dinner, laughed, drank... And just as we were finishing up, at María's request (although I have to admit that I supported her in everything) we went to our usual disco. I was with friends, and it was clear that I wouldn't do anything weird, especially not with Inés, one of them. But I had curiosity about seeing if I would run into any of my acquaintances... Jorge since we parted ways when I left. The horn blew downstairs, it was Inés who was driving the car, and she was picking us up one by one. Jorge kissed me, the kids were still running around the house, and he winked at me while saying:
-No be good... but tell me...
So I had the idea of turning on my husband a bit. And I wrote to him:
JORGE
It wasn't very late, and I hadn't had time to think about Carla. I had taken care of the kids, we'd watched a movie, they'd gone to bed, and finally I'd relaxed on the sofa, putting on a match that was halfway through, an English league game, I don't remember which one, but it was entertaining... when my phone vibrated:
Carla: Hi love? How's everything?
- Fine, life. As always. We watched a movie and they're sleeping like angels now. And you?
-People just finished eating, we're in the car. Finally...
-If so?
-Very well...
-Uff... Well, keep me posted!
-Hahaha... as you want. But I'm going with my friends, don't expect anything weird...
-In case, I'll write to Óscar now, warning him...
-No! You're not allowed, okay?
-Hahaha!! Okay, be calm... but you tell me how the night goes, okay? (kisses emojis)
-Ok, don't worry. Kisses...
Well, that was it. No match or anything. I wasn't going to stay calm for a while. Why? Because I had gotten hard. Carla knew... she knew I would provoke me with that kind of game. I could already imagine her on the dance floor, who knows if she'd run into Óscar again...?
I kept watching the match, but without paying attention. I needed to be entertained. Suddenly I felt like jerking off, thinking about my Carla, thinking about what she might be doing... but no, I didn't want to, I wanted to stay hard, waiting for some message from her. But an hour and a half passed, and without knowing anything about her, I was wondering if I should go to bed. And maybe stay hard, waiting for her... once making me a 'apaño'…. CARLA We had been at the local for an hour and a half. I was having a good time, I had taken some mojitos, and laughed a lot, especially with María, who is the one I have more complicity with. We had danced on the dance floor, we hadn't lacked suitors for the dance, but none in particular that caught my attention. Then I saw him. He entered with his friends, laughing... and after a while advancing, fixed his gaze on me. And he smiled at me, with those eyes that put me so much. I got wet, I remember perfectly. María must have perceived something strange on my face (at that moment Catalina and Inés were in the bathroom), and turned to check. She stayed stiff when she saw that piece of a man coming towards us... -Hey, Carla, how long has it been? How are you? – he gave me two kisses- -Eh.. ah... fine, fine. This is María, a friend. -Hi María, -he gave her two kisses- nice to meet you... -Nice to meet you... -María blushed- -Well, girls, let's see if we can dance something later... -And he went with his friends... -Of course, María took two seconds to ask... -But well... and that piece of a man? -My mind reacted quickly: -A colleague from work, he's been at the company for six months. We've gotten along well... -Yeah... yeah... -María laughing- good buddies... haha -Come on, silly – I followed the game- you know how much I love my Jorge.... -Yes, silly, yes, you two are the perfect couple... But doesn't that guy look like he's not for getting wet? -If only you knew... I thought while smiling to myself, and gave another sip of the mojito. Then Catalina and Inés arrived, and we changed the subject. It seemed that Inés wanted to leave already... while they were discussing it, I grabbed my phone. JORGE Just as I was about to go to bed, the buzzing of the mobile caught my attention. Finally a message from Carla. -He's here... Nothing more. It didn't say anything more. -And...? wrote, but without getting a response…. Joooodeeeer. My heart had accelerated. Were they jealousy? No, it was excitement. My hand searched for my cock, which only with that message had started to get hard. But I gave up. I didn't want. I didn't desire to jerk off, I liked that excitement, that not knowing, that thinking what could be happening. I wanted Carla to come back, and at the same time, I didn't. I wanted her to tell me, and at the same time, I didn't.
CARLA
-Okay, deal made –said María – an hour more and we'll meet up in the car.
At the end, María and I stayed for a bit longer there, and the other two went off to a quieter place nearby where they could chat and have a drink. They left and a boy took María out to dance, leaving me alone. I kept sipping my mojito, and when I was about to look at my phone, to see if my husband had seen my message, Óscar's voice called out from behind.
-Did they leave you alone, beautiful...?
-Well, you can see... –I smiled coquettishly...
-I don't know how much I wanted to see you again...
-Tell that to all of them...
-And what about your husband? Didn't he come today?
-No, I'm with friends. So don't get too worked up, we can't do anything...
-Mmm, what a bummer. But can we dance, yes?
How could I resist those hypnotic eyes, that perfect body, that guy who was so handsome and remembered me and noticed I was wet, had given me such good sex...?
-It's fine...
We danced for a bit. Óscar in his element, leading me sensually, but I have to admit, something uncomfortable. I was looking for María, feared she would see me, feared the what will they think...
-Aren't you comfortable? –he whispered in my ear–
-The truth is, no. I'm afraid my friend will see me, I'm afraid she'll think what isn't...
-So don't worry, now I'll take care of it...
We finished the song, and Óscar accompanied me to the bar where María was. He took her hand:
-Your turn, miss... –said María, smiling... accepted. She threw me a look with her eyes very open, while Oscar was taking her to the dance floor…
I took advantage of writing to my husband... JORGE
He wasn't stopping from spinning around in bed. My mind wasn't stopping from imagining, my cock demanding contact with my hand.... The phone rang again.
- Sorry, I'm here...
-Joder, girl. You have me at a thousand...
-Hahahaha, ah yes?
-Yes... just thinking about what could be happening...
-And what would you like to happen?
-I don't know, you'll have to tell me. Are you with him?
-No, we've been dancing for a bit. You know... it's been seeing him and I've gotten my underwear wet. But María is here. It's not planned...
-Joder, now that really gets me going. What if María leaves?
-Phew... then I won't respond... hahahaha
-Would you throw yourself at him?
-The girls are waiting for us in 40 minutes in the car....
-You haven't responded...
-Phew... yes, yes, if you give me permission, of course...
-You have my permission, but I want you to tell me everything later. I was about to jerk off, but I'll save myself for your story....
-Mmmm... mother of God, how crazy you are...
-Tell me you'll tell me.
-I'll tell you (kiss emoji)
She left the line. Now it's really definitive. I wasn't going to sleep, my cock was going to explode, but neither was I going to jerk off. I went down to the kitchen to get myself a drink.
CARLA
A hand on my shoulder made me put away my phone. It was María...
-What? Is she moving well...? -I smiled-
-Uuuuyyyy mother of God... and how is it!... Do you know if he has a girlfriend?
My reaction surprised me, I acted more by impulse than thinking:
-Yes, I think so, he's with a girl...
-A shame, if not I'd throw the trunks...
-Hahahaha, -I laughed, although without finding it funny...
María finished her cubata... I still had a couple of sips left in mine.
-Do we go with the girls? -she asked. There was still half a hour to see each other in the car. The truth, I had a desire at that moment to tell her no, for her to leave me alone so I could get close to Oscar and tell him I wanted to fuck him wherever he was, so he would give me a lot of pleasure again. My husband knew...
-Okay –I replied-
Let's go...
María grabbed her purse and leaned on my shoulder with one hand as she was about to leave...
-One last dance...?
I turned around and could see those eyes fixed on me once more. I melted. I forgot about María, the girls, everything...
María's voice snapped me out of my reverie:
-Will you stay?...
Oscar spoke for me:
-Let us have a few more dances...
-Okay –María winked at me... what was she thinking?... it didn't matter to me...
See you later in the car, be careful. I'm going with the girls...
Oscar took me to the dance floor. I realized I hadn't spoken a word to María or Oscar. I had let myself get carried away by the situation...
But as I started dancing and his hands were already tracing my body to the rhythm of the music without any shame... I let myself go... every touch, every glance, every time those clear eyes locked onto mine, I felt myself getting hotter and hotter. But it was his words, a whisper in my ear during a bachata, that set me on fire:
-I'm going to fuck you again right here, Carla. I have such strong desires I can't control them.
Look at the clock. I had about twenty minutes to get to the car with the girls.
-Fuck me –I said without any taboos...
Oscar smiled... he had such a beautiful smile... he smiled and grabbed my hand, taking me with him away from the dance floor. He went towards the bar and spoke something to the bartender. I thought about Jorge, how he had told me it was okay, that I should tell him this craziness, that I should fuck that stallion and then tell him... Was my husband thinking about me?...
Oscar said something to the bartender and he handed him a key. He took me to a door at the end of a corridor, beyond the restrooms... He opened it with the key... key that had been given to them. We entered a semi-dark room, with several boxes scattered on the floor with gifts, t-shirts, and various things from beverage alcohol advertising. On both sides, shelves with more gadgets scattered. A small storage room. Oscar closed the door behind him... and pounced on me.
We started kissing, our tongues met, my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. He started biting my neck... his hands grabbed me with force from my ass. We were going to eat, literally. As I could, I took off his t-shirt... which torso he had, I remembered from the last time, I passed my tongue over all the corners I could... down towards his pants, which he took off, helping him. It didn't take long for him to have his cock out, morcilla... already on his knees, I swallowed it, at that moment I didn't want anything more, nothing more than to feel that big cock inside me again, that would fuck me like a few weeks ago, to receive the same pleasure he gave me. While noticing how his cock was getting hard in my mouth, my hand didn't stop blowing him, up and down, and Oscar was talking to me:
-Fucking hell, girl, how you suck... keep going, damn it...
He lifted me up suddenly, and I had a moment of lucidity, although I was totally out of it, when I said:
-Put on protection...
The boy searched in his pants, and already with a condom covering that huge cock, he turned me around, leaned me against the door, and from behind, I felt him positioning himself between my legs, his hands ripped off the thong under my skirt, and I felt that huge cock opening its way, tearing me apart despite being very lubricated. It didn't take long for me to feel it all inside me. My thoughts, remembering that night with my husband and him, were drowned out by my moans when Oscar started pumping me, with fury, with much desire. I noticed he was eager to possess me, and that made me even hornier...
-Fucking hell, Carla, how you fuck, you're a goddess... Oh, yes, yes, don't stop screwing, come on, give it to me all... It was an intense powder, very animal. Oscar kept penetrating me with more and more force, it seemed like he was going to split me in two. I felt full, very full, his movements caused me to lift off the ground... it was incredible...
-Ohhhh, God, that's tasty... come on, screw me...
-Oh, Carla, God, I'm going to come...
-Oh, yes, yes, give me your cum, fill me up...
I felt his discharge, I felt his cock contracting in and out of my interior. That really excited me, and I had an orgasm that I didn't expect...
-Ahhhhh... mmmmm... siiiiiii...
We were quiet and exhausted, Oscar kissed my neck from behind and got out of me.
-You're an incredible woman... does your husband know this?
Jorge. I had forgotten about him while I was screwing with that stud. Suddenly, I felt a pang of guilt, even though he had pushed me into it.
-Naturally. He would never do anything he didn't want to know...
-You two are very lucky...
-I know...
He started getting dressed, and I had to settle for putting the rest of my thong in my purse. I looked at the clock. It was five minutes past our agreed-upon time with the girls.
-I have to go -I said-
JORGE
It was being a strange night. And long. The waiting was making it seem longer, but I couldn't sleep, I had to see Carla and hear her story. The excitement kept going back and forth. Every time I imagined her dancing with Oscar, who knows what else, I got excited. I entertained myself by looking at internet pages, some videos of girls screwing with guys with big cocks while their husbands watched. I imagined my Carla, stuck to Oscar...
I looked at the clock. An hour had passed, maybe the girls had come back without my wife, maybe she had stayed with Oscar. My phone rang, I looked at it anxiously:
-Are you awake?
-Of course!
-I'm on my way with the girls... So then nothing has happened? -Now I'll tell you. Wait for me awake…. The waiting became eternal once again. But then I heard the door of the entrance. Carla, without making noise, came into the living room, seeing that the TV was on. I got up from the sofa and went towards her…
She kissed me, she kissed me with great enthusiasm, as if she had enormous desires to fuck right there. I corresponded, since the accumulated excitement all night long burned in my groin like a volcano's fire. Carla took my hand and put it under her skirt. She guided me to her pussy, which I noticed was wet and open... with the other hand, she handed me something in my free hand. We stepped back and looked at it. It was her thong, torn. There was no need for her to say anything more, I threw myself on top of her on the sofa, settled between her legs and went into her, suddenly, with more desire than ever in my life. I started to screw her...
-Oh, yes, yes, darling, that's it, put it all in... -Ah, yes, yes, as I longed for your pussy tonight.... -Ah, no stop Jorge... -Have you screwed it?
I didn't stop pumping, I desired her a lot, and with each thrust a spark of pleasure ran down my back...
-Mmmmm... damn... that's tasty... -Carla groaned...
-Tell me... did you come?
She grabbed me by the hair, pulled me towards her, kissed me while not stopping to moan with each of my thrusts. Her mouth came close to my ear:
-Ohhh... yes, darling, siiii. He screwed me like an animal, the very bastard has given me a lot of pleasure again....
Her words were too much for me. I came, released all the accumulated tension over those endless hours...
-Ohhh... god...... -Mmmmm si love, give it to me all...
I stayed lying down, exhausted, on top of her. We looked at each other. I kissed her. I got out of her and kissed her again.
-I love you -I said-
-And I love you too.
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