EARLY INFIDELITYOur wedding took place at the end of March and it was only two months since I got married. Before, I lived and worked in a city in northern Spain, but after getting married, I had to move to the Costa Blanca where my husband works. To be honest, I didn't mind changing scenery for a while.
Alfonso, my husband, is an IT specialist and works for a large engineering company. Since he's been there for a short time, his working conditions aren't very good, and that means he has to work two extra hours every day. However, he really likes this job and always says he's learning a lot, and of course, now his salary is the best.
Although I'm happy with him, the sad truth is that I don't see my husband more than at breakfast and dinner. This has made our sexuality suffer. As he gets home exhausted from work on weekdays, we only have sex on weekends. Yes, on Saturdays in the morning we make up for lost time and recover from the accumulated delay during the week, even some mornings spent between the sheets.
The rest of the week is just Hello and Goodbye. Luckily, I also managed to get a job as a support teacher at a private school. It was soon after arriving and I had good luck, as I got it thanks to our landlord being the headmaster of that school.
It's great in Benidorm. As soon as I get home from work, I change into something comfortable. Since I arrived here, I never wear a bra at home, as I feel much fresher and more comfortable without one. Yes, but don't misunderstand, when I go out on the street, I dress fairly discreetly, considering how some women dress around here. Although I like to get dressed up and match accessories with my clothes, the truth is that I try not to draw attention or cause any fuss in any way.
I remember feeling especially hot that day, I don't know if it was due to the suffocating heat or because I was going through those days of monthly effervescence. It was already Friday and, during my free time at work, I had been thinking about what I would ask Alfonso to do for me the next day...
That afternoon, after taking my coffee, I decided to go down to the supermarket to stock up for the next few days. I got dressed up. A flowy skirt, a white blouse that was slightly fitted, high heels, and I went out in search of some whim.
To be honest, I only treated myself to one whim, wine. However, I filled my cart so much that when I put the purchase on the conveyor belt at the checkout, I realized I couldn't carry it all. There would be at least four large bags, including the two bottles of wine. I doubted how I would organize myself to take everything home since, although I lived close to the supermarket, it was too heavy for me.
Luckily, there were hardly any customers buying at that moment and the store clerk offered to have one of the employees help me. Obviously, he wouldn't have done that if I hadn't been a regular customer of the store.
In the end, between the supermarket employee and myself, we managed to carry all the purchases home in a single trip. During the journey to the entrance hall, Alberto, who was his name, asked about my job. I told him what my modus vivendi was and he explained that although he had started working to become independent, he was at the midpoint of his medicine studies.
When the elevator door opened, we put all the bags inside and then I told Alberto that it wasn't necessary for him to help me anymore.
― Ah, no way, ma'am! The delivery service is until the door ―he said with a big smile.
I laughed unable to argue with a boy so nice and well-mannered, although he was only twenty years old. Alberto was a fairly tall and sturdy mulatto. In fact, between the space he occupied and the space taken up by the bags, when I entered the elevator we were cramped together.
I would be ten or twelve years older than that young man, but his imposing... Proximity made me feel tense. When I saw him standing in front of me, I couldn't help but smile thinking that I had come home with a whim much better than two bottles of wine. Alberto's arms had nothing to do with my husband's, and his dark eyes were simply fascinating.
― Do you want it? ―he said.
― Ah, yes, sorry!
I had to turn around to press the elevator button and when it started moving I lost my balance. Luckily, Alberto was paying attention, or I would have fallen onto the bags with my butt. The problem was that when he grabbed me to steady me, he grabbed my breasts, and when I say breasts, I mean tits, since I wasn't wearing a bra.
― Sorry! I didn't mean...! ―he tried to apologize, quickly changing his hands to my waist.
― It's my fault. I shouldn't have worn these shoes, ―I emphasized.
The elevator continued on its way to the 17th floor without any more mishaps, but the boy kept me stuck to him. At that moment, I should have asked him to let me go, but I felt good like that.
A small earthquake with an epicenter between my legs shook all of my femininity, and instead of moving away, I tousled my long hair to hide it and pressed discreetly against his crotch with my rear end. I'm not very thin, so my butt enveloped his package. Then I could feel his masculinity starting to stir up between my cheeks.
“¡What a turn-on!”
Although the elevator stopped as abruptly as it had started, my body temperature didn't follow suit.
Although the boy had apologized, the impact of his erection behind contradicted his words. Moreover, the boy's smile left no doubt that he had pinched me with slyness.
I accompanied him to the door and offered him some change. He didn't want to take it, but I insisted with the bill in my hand.
― Take it and have a beer or... with your girlfriend, ―I left that last word hanging.
― Thank you very much, ma'am, but... I don't have a girlfriend and neither does he have to give me anything. ― I know I don't have to, but I want to do it, so take it already ―I insisted to leave clear to that boy who was in front of a woman with character. Alberto looked at me intensely. He didn't want to take the money, but he was ready. ― I'll accept your tip if you accept taking that beer with me. Alberto's boldness seemed to have no end. At another time, hearing an offer like that from lips so plump would have made me lose my underwear, but now I'm a married woman, even if only for a couple of months. ― Alright ―I replied― When you're ten years older. The rest of the afternoon passed without pain or glory. After putting away the groceries, I read a bit and then started preparing dinner for that night. Unfortunately, Alfonso arrived in very bad humor. Apparently, an important client had suffered a system failure at his company and he would have to go solve it in person the next morning. Well, the dinner didn't turn out like I had imagined. The Monday afternoon was horrible heat that only a woman from the north like me could tolerate in an Olympic pool. I didn't like going to my urbanization's pool, preferring a private club's pool for two reasons. The first is tranquility, especially during the week, and the second reason is discretion, since there I can take sun in topless and thong without my neighbors criticizing me for being half-naked. As I say, I was taking sun, but every now and then I had to bathe to mitigate the suffocating heat. Every time I got up from the lounger, a group of men, probably as married as I am, would devour me with their eyes. Like any artist, I wanted to please my audience and didn't spare hip swivels or suggestive poses. I love feeling desired, like everyone does, and it also entertains me to see how they get hard under the swim trunks. That's why, always... I use big sunglasses to avoid my gaze from crossing with that of some of my admirers and for that to lead to any uncomfortable situation. When I returned home, I prepared a cold beer on the patio. For some reason, lying there, unsettling ideas started coming to me. Specifically, I remembered Alberto, the handsome supermarket employee, and his erection in the elevator. I was lost in those thoughts when suddenly I began caressing myself above my bikini. I was surprised, as I didn't usually masturbate on the patio. In fact, it was the first time. It turned out that the idea of someone possibly watching me from a higher building excited me. I rubbed my clitoris with fervor and wished for Alfonso to pay some attention to me that night. Unfortunately, Alfonso arrived late and in an unbearable mood, so I ended up leaving unsatisfied again. I was starting to get tired of this situation. Although it may seem unbelievable, I had never masturbated as often since marrying Alfonso. I tried to fall asleep without success. Finally, boredom and silence made my imagination run wild. I remembered the supermarket boy again, his muscular body, black hair, and brunette skin, those marked facial features and mestizo traits that accentuated his enigmatic gaze. Alberto was becoming the protagonist of my recurring self-pleasure fantasy. The more I thought about him, the hotter I got. Finally, that familiar moisture burst spontaneously from within me. For the second time that day, I repeated the same circular movements over my incandescent clitoris. I got very excited imagining how Alberto would fuck me while my husband kept snoring. The next afternoon, I went out to find a patio where I could have a coffee and read The Silence of the City. Blanca by Eva Gª Sáenz de Urturi.
On my way back home, I entered the supermarket to buy something. Obviously, I didn't need anything; I just wanted to see if Alberto was working. I really missed seeing him. When I saw him restocking the shelves, I didn't hesitate. I loaded the cart with several boxes of beer, intending for the boy to take them home.
Another evening, I arrived at the supermarket's checkout counter with my fully-loaded cart and asked Manolo if he could help me carry it upstairs after paying. He kindly told me not to worry; Alberto would bring it up as soon as he finished putting away the new delivery from the warehouse.
I left the store feeling very nervous, wondering what I should do when the boy got home, what clothes I should wear, and how I should behave. I was dying to fuck, that much was clear, but how would the boy react if I took the initiative... Would he think badly of me? And what if he did! I just wanted to have a quick screw, for love's sake!
I was drowning in doubts, and honestly, at no point did I stop to think that I was about to cheat on Alfonso.
When I got home, I put on a white T-shirt and a very short cowboy-style shorts. Then, I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and went out to the balcony to wait for Alberto to arrive with my groceries.
A good while passed, or at least it seemed that way to me. Anyway, there was plenty of time; it was only quarter past four. Alfonso wouldn't be back from work until almost four hours later, assuming he wasn't late. However, I doubted Alberto could spend the whole afternoon outside without getting fired from the supermarket.
When the street doorbell rang, it was like the fire alarm had gone off; my heart went wild. I looked down and there he was, my favorite delivery boy. Then, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down; I knew what I was going to do.
When the doorbell rang again, I opened the door and there he was, Alberto - tall, dark-haired, and handsome. body until the supermarket uniform was killing him. I smiled from ear to ear.
I accompanied him to the kitchen so he could leave the boxes there this time, which he had brought with some kind of cart. I indicated the corner where he should leave them and watched lustfully as he did it.
I took a bill out of my wallet to give him as a tip, but he immediately told me no, that seeing me again was enough tip. I felt flattered, didn't expect such a nice compliment. He thanked me for being so kind to him and I stayed looking at him from top to bottom, leaning sensually on the kitchen counter. I had my arms and shoulders thrown back to emphasize the shape of my breasts under the shirt. However, it was the marks on my nipples that got all the attention and attention from the boy.
Alberto had bitten the hook, but I had to continue with my plan. I apologized for rejecting his invitation a few days earlier and then asked if he wanted to take a Coca-Booty or anything else.
Albert smiled charmingly and finally said that if he had a cold beer, it would be much better.
I opened the refrigerator door and asked if he wanted the beer with or without alcohol. I barely finished formulating that question when his hands took me by the waist and I felt his breathing behind me.
Me da igual, he whispered.
A shiver ran through me. It had been a long time since I felt that sensation, but then Alberto put his big hands under my breasts and grabbed them with force. In the end, it was he who took the initiative.
OOOGH! I gasped between his arms.
Alberto's energy and passion paralyzed me. The boy took advantage of the fact that I continued to gasp to put his thumb in my mouth and, driven by lust, I started sucking it lasciviously.
When I turned around to look at him, Alberto held onto my chin and slowly brought his mouth to mine. Lips brushed against mine and I understood that boy knew exactly what he was doing. At the same moment, I gave up taking control and opted to surrender to him. The look of Alberto crossed my startled eyes and suddenly he pulled his hands away from me, let me go. Then, he slowly brought his lips back to mine, giving me this time the opportunity to pull away. However, I opened my mouth again to feel for the second time how his lips devoured me. That boy had suddenly become the best lover I had ever known. At first, I let him kiss me, but then I was the one using my tongue to savor his mouth and so, between kisses and caresses, we surrendered to that inevitable mutual desire. Alberto hugged me with such fury that he crushed my breasts against him. I felt his hand slide down my back, caressing me slowly until he grabbed my ass, finally. Naturally, I imitated him, checking how firm and round it was. Without stopping kissing me at any moment, Alberto lowered his hand and put it under my pantaloons. In this way, he could caress the skin of my butt directly. He continued with that clever strategy, eating my mouth while his hand explored my intimate zone. I was out of control. I didn't remember the last time I had been so horny. Let Alberto insert a finger into my sex and realize how wet I was. He smiled mischievously and even more excited if possible. To not be left behind, I unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper on his jeans. I put my hand under his boxers to get hold of his cock and pull it out of its hiding place. His member seemed impressive, as expected. That tall and muscular boy had a good dick that didn't disappoint at all compared to the rest of his magnificent anatomy. I couldn't resist moving it up and down immediately. The guy had it hard like a rock. Alberto continued caressing my little thing, found my clitoris and he began to caress it in small circles. At that height my sex seemed already an authentic spring. So much was the case, that my intimate lubricant was gushing and soaking the inside of my thighs.
I couldn't take it anymore, I twisted like a snake, separating my legs to facilitate his rousing caresses. I was about to come.
Then Alberto grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto the kitchen counter. He ripped off my shorts without any delicacy and then he licked contemplating my succulent sex.
― AAAAAGH! ―I shuddered as soon as he started licking me. I remained stunned, never having had an orgasm like that, so sudden.
― OOOOOOGH! ―I wailed without stopping.
Alberto continued devouring me. Luckily, I had shaved my pubic area a few days before, because the boy was licking it with such eagerness both my inflamed vulva and hypersensitive clitoris.
― AAAGH!
I was about to come when Alberto stood up, took his beautiful cock, and, holding my face with his hands, forced me to look at him while he entered me. The scoundrel was gloating in my stupor.
I ended up biting one of his hands seized by a fierce instinct of survival and pride.
― JODER! ―he shouted in pain.
The mark of my teeth did not remain unpunished. Alberto punished me by thrusting his enormous penis into me with a furious stroke that left me breathless.
― AAAAAH! ―I couldn't repress an intense cry of pleasure.
Then, the boy held me on the edge of the counter and began to ravage me like an animal.
CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!
He kept fucking me without stopping his attacks at any moment, showing what he was capable of. My sex was dripping around his cock. I dug my nails into his arms, but he knew he shouldn't stop, not before taking me to orgasm, and so he did.
― OOOOOOGH! ―I gasped finally.
Thanks to God, Alberto remained motionless inside me, letting me fully enjoy the intense climax. We stayed like that, looking at each other, panting, and soaked. In sweat for a good while. Then Alberto put his fingers between my hair with unusual tenderness. His face reflected infinite love, and at that moment it was when Alberto gave me his best kisses.
At the end we burst out laughing simultaneously, which was nothing more than the recognition of the madness we had just made.
We continued kissing and caressing each other free of any remorse. We were only a woman and a man sharing a beautiful little piece of our lives.
Although it seems incredible, no more than twenty minutes would have passed since we entered through the door, so we finished undressing and I led him by the hand to the bathroom.
Luckily, the shower at home is large enough for two people. There inside, I soaped him from top to bottom. My hands were tracing the skin of my first and young lover, rubbing with meticulous care every inch of his imposing physique. He had not yet come, so you can imagine what state his member was in.
While the water fell on us, Alberto started kissing my breasts again and began sucking my nipples. I've never been a passive woman, so I put my hands naked on his member to soap it, and slowly the fire was rekindled inside me.
There is no woman on earth capable of resisting such temptation. I was dying to have his tremendous cock in my mouth, and I got down on my knees. Then I looked at Alberto's eyes and decided to play a little with him. Instead of taking it in my mouth, I started licking, first passing my tongue along the shaft and then sucking a bit of the swollen glans.
― Eat it ―he said desperately.
I smiled. “You'll find out,” I thought. First, I swallowed it until the bell rang, and then I started sucking forward and backward, sucking with all my might.
SLUPS! SLUPS! SLUPS!
I sucked him like a real promiscuous woman, intentionally making those indecent sounds that guys love. I licked everything on his pollón with delight, from the base to the tip of its inflated cap, sucking the glans like it were a fat cherry plum. I also swallowed it, or rather, tried to swallow it, but my tears burst forth from the arches. SLUPS! SLUPS! SLUPS! SLUPS!
I'm not exactly sure when I started masturbating, but suddenly the glow in my own cock incited me to suck his cock with even more gluttony.
SLUPS! SLUPS! SLUPS!
Suddenly I perceived the slight bitterness of pre-seminal fluid and understood that Alberto was about to come at any moment. I had put so much intensity into my blow job that I had taken him to the limit too soon. I always loved sucking them off, because that practice seemed especially sinful to me, and there's no better aphrodisiac for a woman than doing indecent things. Morbidity leads to euphoria, and euphoria makes you suck cocks like a madwoman.
SLUPS! SLUPS! SLUPS!
I kept on sucking, determined to make that god unload all his fury in my mouth. He didn't disappoint me, the truth is. Alberto trembled and began to convulse forward and backward as if he were copulating in my mouth. I stared fixedly at him and stimulated my clitoris with rage. While he gestured with horror, I savored his semen with insane pleasure, and then...
UMMM! UMMM! UMMM! ―I came with a agonized and deafening groan,
―TRAGATELO, PRECIOSA!― I was invited at the same time as he poured out his last and agonizing doses.
Certainly, my mouth was almost full of semen. Alberto had pumped out a good amount, and although I normally don't do it, I swallowed it all to avoid disappointing him after we'd just finished screwing. It wouldn't be the first time.
After getting dressed, we took that beer that we hadn't even taken out of the fridge yet. I also brought something to snack on so Alberto could recharge before going back to work. Then the boy kissed me with a strong kiss on the lips and left. I put myself to doing things to try to calm down. While ironing, my head was filled with reproaches. However, although I was aware that I had cheated on my husband, I didn't regret anything. Honestly, I even felt proud of having been able to seduce such an attractive boy.
I had never been a promiscuous woman and neither did I think I would be now that I was newly married. Unfortunately, a week later, a classmate broke her arm and unfortunately, as soon as I got to know her young and attractive replacement, something told me that my husband's horns wouldn't take long to grow a bit more.
FIN
Alfonso, my husband, is an IT specialist and works for a large engineering company. Since he's been there for a short time, his working conditions aren't very good, and that means he has to work two extra hours every day. However, he really likes this job and always says he's learning a lot, and of course, now his salary is the best.
Although I'm happy with him, the sad truth is that I don't see my husband more than at breakfast and dinner. This has made our sexuality suffer. As he gets home exhausted from work on weekdays, we only have sex on weekends. Yes, on Saturdays in the morning we make up for lost time and recover from the accumulated delay during the week, even some mornings spent between the sheets.
The rest of the week is just Hello and Goodbye. Luckily, I also managed to get a job as a support teacher at a private school. It was soon after arriving and I had good luck, as I got it thanks to our landlord being the headmaster of that school.
It's great in Benidorm. As soon as I get home from work, I change into something comfortable. Since I arrived here, I never wear a bra at home, as I feel much fresher and more comfortable without one. Yes, but don't misunderstand, when I go out on the street, I dress fairly discreetly, considering how some women dress around here. Although I like to get dressed up and match accessories with my clothes, the truth is that I try not to draw attention or cause any fuss in any way.
I remember feeling especially hot that day, I don't know if it was due to the suffocating heat or because I was going through those days of monthly effervescence. It was already Friday and, during my free time at work, I had been thinking about what I would ask Alfonso to do for me the next day...
That afternoon, after taking my coffee, I decided to go down to the supermarket to stock up for the next few days. I got dressed up. A flowy skirt, a white blouse that was slightly fitted, high heels, and I went out in search of some whim.
To be honest, I only treated myself to one whim, wine. However, I filled my cart so much that when I put the purchase on the conveyor belt at the checkout, I realized I couldn't carry it all. There would be at least four large bags, including the two bottles of wine. I doubted how I would organize myself to take everything home since, although I lived close to the supermarket, it was too heavy for me.
Luckily, there were hardly any customers buying at that moment and the store clerk offered to have one of the employees help me. Obviously, he wouldn't have done that if I hadn't been a regular customer of the store.
In the end, between the supermarket employee and myself, we managed to carry all the purchases home in a single trip. During the journey to the entrance hall, Alberto, who was his name, asked about my job. I told him what my modus vivendi was and he explained that although he had started working to become independent, he was at the midpoint of his medicine studies.
When the elevator door opened, we put all the bags inside and then I told Alberto that it wasn't necessary for him to help me anymore.
― Ah, no way, ma'am! The delivery service is until the door ―he said with a big smile.
I laughed unable to argue with a boy so nice and well-mannered, although he was only twenty years old. Alberto was a fairly tall and sturdy mulatto. In fact, between the space he occupied and the space taken up by the bags, when I entered the elevator we were cramped together.
I would be ten or twelve years older than that young man, but his imposing... Proximity made me feel tense. When I saw him standing in front of me, I couldn't help but smile thinking that I had come home with a whim much better than two bottles of wine. Alberto's arms had nothing to do with my husband's, and his dark eyes were simply fascinating.
― Do you want it? ―he said.
― Ah, yes, sorry!
I had to turn around to press the elevator button and when it started moving I lost my balance. Luckily, Alberto was paying attention, or I would have fallen onto the bags with my butt. The problem was that when he grabbed me to steady me, he grabbed my breasts, and when I say breasts, I mean tits, since I wasn't wearing a bra.
― Sorry! I didn't mean...! ―he tried to apologize, quickly changing his hands to my waist.
― It's my fault. I shouldn't have worn these shoes, ―I emphasized.
The elevator continued on its way to the 17th floor without any more mishaps, but the boy kept me stuck to him. At that moment, I should have asked him to let me go, but I felt good like that.
A small earthquake with an epicenter between my legs shook all of my femininity, and instead of moving away, I tousled my long hair to hide it and pressed discreetly against his crotch with my rear end. I'm not very thin, so my butt enveloped his package. Then I could feel his masculinity starting to stir up between my cheeks.
“¡What a turn-on!”
Although the elevator stopped as abruptly as it had started, my body temperature didn't follow suit.
Although the boy had apologized, the impact of his erection behind contradicted his words. Moreover, the boy's smile left no doubt that he had pinched me with slyness.
I accompanied him to the door and offered him some change. He didn't want to take it, but I insisted with the bill in my hand.
― Take it and have a beer or... with your girlfriend, ―I left that last word hanging.
― Thank you very much, ma'am, but... I don't have a girlfriend and neither does he have to give me anything. ― I know I don't have to, but I want to do it, so take it already ―I insisted to leave clear to that boy who was in front of a woman with character. Alberto looked at me intensely. He didn't want to take the money, but he was ready. ― I'll accept your tip if you accept taking that beer with me. Alberto's boldness seemed to have no end. At another time, hearing an offer like that from lips so plump would have made me lose my underwear, but now I'm a married woman, even if only for a couple of months. ― Alright ―I replied― When you're ten years older. The rest of the afternoon passed without pain or glory. After putting away the groceries, I read a bit and then started preparing dinner for that night. Unfortunately, Alfonso arrived in very bad humor. Apparently, an important client had suffered a system failure at his company and he would have to go solve it in person the next morning. Well, the dinner didn't turn out like I had imagined. The Monday afternoon was horrible heat that only a woman from the north like me could tolerate in an Olympic pool. I didn't like going to my urbanization's pool, preferring a private club's pool for two reasons. The first is tranquility, especially during the week, and the second reason is discretion, since there I can take sun in topless and thong without my neighbors criticizing me for being half-naked. As I say, I was taking sun, but every now and then I had to bathe to mitigate the suffocating heat. Every time I got up from the lounger, a group of men, probably as married as I am, would devour me with their eyes. Like any artist, I wanted to please my audience and didn't spare hip swivels or suggestive poses. I love feeling desired, like everyone does, and it also entertains me to see how they get hard under the swim trunks. That's why, always... I use big sunglasses to avoid my gaze from crossing with that of some of my admirers and for that to lead to any uncomfortable situation. When I returned home, I prepared a cold beer on the patio. For some reason, lying there, unsettling ideas started coming to me. Specifically, I remembered Alberto, the handsome supermarket employee, and his erection in the elevator. I was lost in those thoughts when suddenly I began caressing myself above my bikini. I was surprised, as I didn't usually masturbate on the patio. In fact, it was the first time. It turned out that the idea of someone possibly watching me from a higher building excited me. I rubbed my clitoris with fervor and wished for Alfonso to pay some attention to me that night. Unfortunately, Alfonso arrived late and in an unbearable mood, so I ended up leaving unsatisfied again. I was starting to get tired of this situation. Although it may seem unbelievable, I had never masturbated as often since marrying Alfonso. I tried to fall asleep without success. Finally, boredom and silence made my imagination run wild. I remembered the supermarket boy again, his muscular body, black hair, and brunette skin, those marked facial features and mestizo traits that accentuated his enigmatic gaze. Alberto was becoming the protagonist of my recurring self-pleasure fantasy. The more I thought about him, the hotter I got. Finally, that familiar moisture burst spontaneously from within me. For the second time that day, I repeated the same circular movements over my incandescent clitoris. I got very excited imagining how Alberto would fuck me while my husband kept snoring. The next afternoon, I went out to find a patio where I could have a coffee and read The Silence of the City. Blanca by Eva Gª Sáenz de Urturi.
On my way back home, I entered the supermarket to buy something. Obviously, I didn't need anything; I just wanted to see if Alberto was working. I really missed seeing him. When I saw him restocking the shelves, I didn't hesitate. I loaded the cart with several boxes of beer, intending for the boy to take them home.
Another evening, I arrived at the supermarket's checkout counter with my fully-loaded cart and asked Manolo if he could help me carry it upstairs after paying. He kindly told me not to worry; Alberto would bring it up as soon as he finished putting away the new delivery from the warehouse.
I left the store feeling very nervous, wondering what I should do when the boy got home, what clothes I should wear, and how I should behave. I was dying to fuck, that much was clear, but how would the boy react if I took the initiative... Would he think badly of me? And what if he did! I just wanted to have a quick screw, for love's sake!
I was drowning in doubts, and honestly, at no point did I stop to think that I was about to cheat on Alfonso.
When I got home, I put on a white T-shirt and a very short cowboy-style shorts. Then, I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and went out to the balcony to wait for Alberto to arrive with my groceries.
A good while passed, or at least it seemed that way to me. Anyway, there was plenty of time; it was only quarter past four. Alfonso wouldn't be back from work until almost four hours later, assuming he wasn't late. However, I doubted Alberto could spend the whole afternoon outside without getting fired from the supermarket.
When the street doorbell rang, it was like the fire alarm had gone off; my heart went wild. I looked down and there he was, my favorite delivery boy. Then, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down; I knew what I was going to do.
When the doorbell rang again, I opened the door and there he was, Alberto - tall, dark-haired, and handsome. body until the supermarket uniform was killing him. I smiled from ear to ear.
I accompanied him to the kitchen so he could leave the boxes there this time, which he had brought with some kind of cart. I indicated the corner where he should leave them and watched lustfully as he did it.
I took a bill out of my wallet to give him as a tip, but he immediately told me no, that seeing me again was enough tip. I felt flattered, didn't expect such a nice compliment. He thanked me for being so kind to him and I stayed looking at him from top to bottom, leaning sensually on the kitchen counter. I had my arms and shoulders thrown back to emphasize the shape of my breasts under the shirt. However, it was the marks on my nipples that got all the attention and attention from the boy.
Alberto had bitten the hook, but I had to continue with my plan. I apologized for rejecting his invitation a few days earlier and then asked if he wanted to take a Coca-Booty or anything else.
Albert smiled charmingly and finally said that if he had a cold beer, it would be much better.
I opened the refrigerator door and asked if he wanted the beer with or without alcohol. I barely finished formulating that question when his hands took me by the waist and I felt his breathing behind me.
Me da igual, he whispered.
A shiver ran through me. It had been a long time since I felt that sensation, but then Alberto put his big hands under my breasts and grabbed them with force. In the end, it was he who took the initiative.
OOOGH! I gasped between his arms.
Alberto's energy and passion paralyzed me. The boy took advantage of the fact that I continued to gasp to put his thumb in my mouth and, driven by lust, I started sucking it lasciviously.
When I turned around to look at him, Alberto held onto my chin and slowly brought his mouth to mine. Lips brushed against mine and I understood that boy knew exactly what he was doing. At the same moment, I gave up taking control and opted to surrender to him. The look of Alberto crossed my startled eyes and suddenly he pulled his hands away from me, let me go. Then, he slowly brought his lips back to mine, giving me this time the opportunity to pull away. However, I opened my mouth again to feel for the second time how his lips devoured me. That boy had suddenly become the best lover I had ever known. At first, I let him kiss me, but then I was the one using my tongue to savor his mouth and so, between kisses and caresses, we surrendered to that inevitable mutual desire. Alberto hugged me with such fury that he crushed my breasts against him. I felt his hand slide down my back, caressing me slowly until he grabbed my ass, finally. Naturally, I imitated him, checking how firm and round it was. Without stopping kissing me at any moment, Alberto lowered his hand and put it under my pantaloons. In this way, he could caress the skin of my butt directly. He continued with that clever strategy, eating my mouth while his hand explored my intimate zone. I was out of control. I didn't remember the last time I had been so horny. Let Alberto insert a finger into my sex and realize how wet I was. He smiled mischievously and even more excited if possible. To not be left behind, I unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper on his jeans. I put my hand under his boxers to get hold of his cock and pull it out of its hiding place. His member seemed impressive, as expected. That tall and muscular boy had a good dick that didn't disappoint at all compared to the rest of his magnificent anatomy. I couldn't resist moving it up and down immediately. The guy had it hard like a rock. Alberto continued caressing my little thing, found my clitoris and he began to caress it in small circles. At that height my sex seemed already an authentic spring. So much was the case, that my intimate lubricant was gushing and soaking the inside of my thighs.
I couldn't take it anymore, I twisted like a snake, separating my legs to facilitate his rousing caresses. I was about to come.
Then Alberto grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto the kitchen counter. He ripped off my shorts without any delicacy and then he licked contemplating my succulent sex.
― AAAAAGH! ―I shuddered as soon as he started licking me. I remained stunned, never having had an orgasm like that, so sudden.
― OOOOOOGH! ―I wailed without stopping.
Alberto continued devouring me. Luckily, I had shaved my pubic area a few days before, because the boy was licking it with such eagerness both my inflamed vulva and hypersensitive clitoris.
― AAAGH!
I was about to come when Alberto stood up, took his beautiful cock, and, holding my face with his hands, forced me to look at him while he entered me. The scoundrel was gloating in my stupor.
I ended up biting one of his hands seized by a fierce instinct of survival and pride.
― JODER! ―he shouted in pain.
The mark of my teeth did not remain unpunished. Alberto punished me by thrusting his enormous penis into me with a furious stroke that left me breathless.
― AAAAAH! ―I couldn't repress an intense cry of pleasure.
Then, the boy held me on the edge of the counter and began to ravage me like an animal.
CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!
He kept fucking me without stopping his attacks at any moment, showing what he was capable of. My sex was dripping around his cock. I dug my nails into his arms, but he knew he shouldn't stop, not before taking me to orgasm, and so he did.
― OOOOOOGH! ―I gasped finally.
Thanks to God, Alberto remained motionless inside me, letting me fully enjoy the intense climax. We stayed like that, looking at each other, panting, and soaked. In sweat for a good while. Then Alberto put his fingers between my hair with unusual tenderness. His face reflected infinite love, and at that moment it was when Alberto gave me his best kisses.
At the end we burst out laughing simultaneously, which was nothing more than the recognition of the madness we had just made.
We continued kissing and caressing each other free of any remorse. We were only a woman and a man sharing a beautiful little piece of our lives.
Although it seems incredible, no more than twenty minutes would have passed since we entered through the door, so we finished undressing and I led him by the hand to the bathroom.
Luckily, the shower at home is large enough for two people. There inside, I soaped him from top to bottom. My hands were tracing the skin of my first and young lover, rubbing with meticulous care every inch of his imposing physique. He had not yet come, so you can imagine what state his member was in.
While the water fell on us, Alberto started kissing my breasts again and began sucking my nipples. I've never been a passive woman, so I put my hands naked on his member to soap it, and slowly the fire was rekindled inside me.
There is no woman on earth capable of resisting such temptation. I was dying to have his tremendous cock in my mouth, and I got down on my knees. Then I looked at Alberto's eyes and decided to play a little with him. Instead of taking it in my mouth, I started licking, first passing my tongue along the shaft and then sucking a bit of the swollen glans.
― Eat it ―he said desperately.
I smiled. “You'll find out,” I thought. First, I swallowed it until the bell rang, and then I started sucking forward and backward, sucking with all my might.
SLUPS! SLUPS! SLUPS!
I sucked him like a real promiscuous woman, intentionally making those indecent sounds that guys love. I licked everything on his pollón with delight, from the base to the tip of its inflated cap, sucking the glans like it were a fat cherry plum. I also swallowed it, or rather, tried to swallow it, but my tears burst forth from the arches. SLUPS! SLUPS! SLUPS! SLUPS!
I'm not exactly sure when I started masturbating, but suddenly the glow in my own cock incited me to suck his cock with even more gluttony.
SLUPS! SLUPS! SLUPS!
Suddenly I perceived the slight bitterness of pre-seminal fluid and understood that Alberto was about to come at any moment. I had put so much intensity into my blow job that I had taken him to the limit too soon. I always loved sucking them off, because that practice seemed especially sinful to me, and there's no better aphrodisiac for a woman than doing indecent things. Morbidity leads to euphoria, and euphoria makes you suck cocks like a madwoman.
SLUPS! SLUPS! SLUPS!
I kept on sucking, determined to make that god unload all his fury in my mouth. He didn't disappoint me, the truth is. Alberto trembled and began to convulse forward and backward as if he were copulating in my mouth. I stared fixedly at him and stimulated my clitoris with rage. While he gestured with horror, I savored his semen with insane pleasure, and then...
UMMM! UMMM! UMMM! ―I came with a agonized and deafening groan,
―TRAGATELO, PRECIOSA!― I was invited at the same time as he poured out his last and agonizing doses.
Certainly, my mouth was almost full of semen. Alberto had pumped out a good amount, and although I normally don't do it, I swallowed it all to avoid disappointing him after we'd just finished screwing. It wouldn't be the first time.
After getting dressed, we took that beer that we hadn't even taken out of the fridge yet. I also brought something to snack on so Alberto could recharge before going back to work. Then the boy kissed me with a strong kiss on the lips and left. I put myself to doing things to try to calm down. While ironing, my head was filled with reproaches. However, although I was aware that I had cheated on my husband, I didn't regret anything. Honestly, I even felt proud of having been able to seduce such an attractive boy.
I had never been a promiscuous woman and neither did I think I would be now that I was newly married. Unfortunately, a week later, a classmate broke her arm and unfortunately, as soon as I got to know her young and attractive replacement, something told me that my husband's horns wouldn't take long to grow a bit more.
FIN
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