I returned home very agitated, a heavy transoceanic flight and an attractive passenger had allied to leave me exhausted both physically and mentally. I'm a stewardess, and during six hours and 30 minutes that charming passenger didn't stop looking at me and making me laugh every time he passed by, which wasn't few.
― The flight has been short for me ―he said with a big smile when leaving the plane― I had a great time.
― Thank you for flying with us ―I replied mechanically, noting my heart racing at full speed.
― Thank you. Here's my card.
Although many times I've been flirted with, that day I felt more receptive than usual, to put it mildly. Despite being exhausted, I had terrible urges to get home and have a good screw. I'd gone almost two weeks without sex. The hardness of my nipples was eloquent.
I stood looking at the reflection of my body in the taxi stop window. Beautiful, ideal weight, breasts in their place, tight ass... “You're stunning for having turned forty... three years ago” ―I thought amused.
I took out the business card from my purse with the idea of throwing it away, not to have my husband see it. “Roberto Soria. Sergeant of the Civil Guard. Commandery of Granada”.
From the start I was surprised that that captivating passenger was a civil guard. Too elegant, he seemed more like a stylish lawyer or an executive from a major multinational. “What could I possibly need the card of a civil guard for?” ―I thought. However, I remembered something my grandfather Pepe used to say: “You have to have friends everywhere”, and I put the card back in my purse. I did well.
On the way in the taxi, I begged that my husband hadn't already left, really needed to get laid.
Alfonso is a man dedicated body and soul to politics, and those last months even more so. He was a candidate for mayor of Torrevieja and was in pre-campaign electoral. Those upcoming elections were cause of concern and stress for him, and therefore of that gap in our already anodyne sexual life.
My husband's candidacy required his full dedication, but besides, since the company I worked for had been absorbed by another, my schedule was a chaos. I spent days away from home.
When I arrived, I found our new gardener cutting the lawn. Of course, it's Tuesday, I said to myself. That's one of the consequences of transoceanic flights, you never know what day you're living in.
I was delighted to have a gardener. In fact, on the first day Alberto came to work, I swore I didn't believe it. He looked like a barbarity from the last Dolce & Gabbana ad, even with a worn-out cowboy hat and a dirty T-shirt, he had no waste. His face was sculptural, his muscular arms and abdominal muscles... Well, the temptation of Tuesdays and Thursdays.
I immediately reprimanded myself for my bad thoughts. Besides being married, that boy must have been little more than twenty years old, almost the age of my daughters. Despite everything, I couldn't deny that watching him work was a joy to behold.
Alberto replaced Don Paco when he retired about a year ago. Apparently, the young man worked part-time while finishing his engineering studies. He came to our house on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and besides gardening, he also took care of small repairs around the house. He was an authentic handyman. The kid knew how to do almost everything: gluing tiles, changing light switches, painting... The boy could do almost anything.
Hello, Alberto, have you seen Alfonso? I asked him.
He left a little while ago, he replied.
If he arrives, tell him I'm upstairs.
Okay.
I cursed my bad luck. With the desire to fuck that I had and my husband already gone. I decided to relax in the hot tub to kill time, but I fell asleep after masturbating thinking about the gardener. That always happened to me. When I woke up... I had wrinkled fingers like raisins, so I put on my bathrobe and went down to the salon in search of my husband. There was no one there.
―Has my husband come back? I asked the gardener.
―No, ma'am, he hasn't,‖ the boy replied.
If only the poor man knew that I had just masturbated thinking about him, I thought while admiring his nice butt.
On the one hand, I know I'm a married woman and shouldn't think certain things, but you're not made of stone. Besides, it would be foolish if I didn't enjoy seeing how well those cowboy pants suited him.
On the other hand, I have to admit that sometimes I can be more provocative than I should be, I like showing off. At forty years old, my body doesn't have much time left before it goes downhill. Luckily, I still have some voluptuous and feminine curves, thanks to always dedicating the necessary time and sweat to staying attractive.
For example, at that very moment, instead of throwing myself onto the bed to rest, I fixed the hair on my sex, waxed myself, and even painted my toenails red, all so I could be perfect when my husband appeared.
I was like that, when I saw something orange poking out from under the bed. When I bent down to pick it up, I saw it was a lip gloss. I stayed mute, I was sure that lip gloss wasn't mine. The color was too loud, orange. Only a young girl would use something like that. Suddenly I remembered Alberto's girlfriend. A girl who always wore sweatpants and used to come to pick him up in her car. I tied it all together and supposed how the lip gloss had ended up under my bed.
―Alberto, please come upstairs!‖ I shouted from the window.
Surprised, the boy looked up and when he saw me motioning for him to come up with my hand, he did so.
―Can you explain where this came from?‖ I asked him very seriously as soon as he was in front of me.
The boy stayed mute, apparently thinking of some excuse. It seemed he was incapable of recognizing his lack of discretion, his impudence at sleeping with his girlfriend in my house, in my bed. bed.
― Contesta, Alberto ―insistí ― What is this?
― A lip gloss ―he said like an idiot.
― I already know that! I want you to tell me where it came from!
― Ma'am, I… ―stammered―
I didn't...
― You didn't, what? ―I asked angrily at his lack of courage to admit what he had done.
― Is it yours? ―he asked desperately.
― Mine? Of course not! It's mine! ―I imagined that foxy woman riding him right there on our bed, her nails clawed into the torso of my gardener.
― I don't know, ma'am... ―he stammered worriedly.
After launching a killing glance at him, I moved even closer to him.
― Look, if you and your girlfriend want to screw, it's great, go to a hotel or do it in the car, but this house is sacred. Have you understood?
Obviously, I assumed the boy wouldn't have resources for a hotel, but that wasn't my business. I was not going to tolerate the young man having sex with his girlfriend in my house.
I felt angry and hurt too. The protagonist of my fantasies sleeping with a twenty-year-old woman with more piercings than fingers on her face, a skinny one without tits, a Telepizza salesgirl who swears... Damn envy!, I thought finally.
― This is not mine, ma'am... ―he denied with little accuracy.
― No, of course not, I can imagine it...
― Neither is it hers... ―he responded with conviction.
I stood in silence looking at him, trying to make the right decision.
― Alberto, we won't let you use our house for sex. I'll talk to my husband and I'm afraid we'll have to fire you.
The truth was that I felt terrible. The boy had always behaved correctly. That slapper must have persuaded him to do it on our bed.
― Ma'am, I haven't been here with any girl, I swear...
― Well, this lip gloss is not mine. So, will you tell me how it got here? He taken his hands away from my face and saw something in his eyes that he hadn't told me before. 'Tell me the truth, Alberto,' I asked, trying to show understanding. The boy remained silent for a few seconds, looking at me. 'I can't, ma'am,' he said, distraught. 'Yes, you can.' Alberto exhaled a sigh of resignation. 'Ask your husband,' he sentenced in a funeral tone. That phrase fell on me like a cold bucket of water. The matter had just taken a turn I didn't like at all. The gardener was hinting that my husband had a mistress. I trusted my husband. Alfonso was an honest, loyal man, respected by everyone who knew him, and someone incapable of committing such a vile and cowardly act. 'Alberto, don't make things worse!' I shouted furiously. 'Exactly, talk to him,' he said, challenging me. 'SHUT UP!' I shouted hysterically. It could be that my husband had slept with another woman, okay, but what I couldn't believe was that Alfonso would be so stupid as to put me in the horns of a dilemma right in front of the gardener, or maybe...? 'Alberto, tell me everything you know or fuck off and get out of this house,' I said in a grave and contained tone. The gardener covered his face with both hands again. He had been put between a rock and a hard place, so I waited for him to make up his mind. Then the boy looked at me again and startedsingMr. Upstairs here with that redhead - revealed telegraphically - She's very scandalous.
How? I said, discomposed.
I heard her scream.
JESUS CHRIST! I shouted, scaring the poor boy - Are you telling me Alfonso is cheating on me in my own house?
I asked, not giving credit.
Sir, I... Alberto tried to measure each word - Actually, I haven't seen anything, just heard some woman's screams.
Don't lie to me, Alberto! What are they doing up there, playing backgammon? I said, starting to imagine repulsive things.
You've asked me what I know - tried to explain - Look, ma'am, I'm convinced your husband is cheating on you, but I haven't seen it.
Everything fit. The orange lipstick must belong to the red-haired girl Alberto had heard scream. It was probably Gema, my husband's secretary since recently, her hair was as red as fire. The girl was the daughter of the woman who cleaned the party's offices. She had just finished law school and Alfonso had hired her as a research assistant.
I would have liked to believe there was another logical or absurd explanation for this. However, something told me that everything was true, that my husband wasn't only initiating the cleaning lady's daughter into politics, but had been taking advantage of my long absences to screw her in our bed.
However, the boy was right, I needed more. Alfonso would never confess to benefiting from the girl. He was a conservative party leader and something like this would ruin his career. I realized I needed proof of his adultery, something irrefutable.
I'm sorry, ma'am - lamented Alberto.
I need evidence - growled - If we get a recording, that scoundrel will pay me back.
What do you mean, ma'am? - asked the gardener.
You have to help me, Alberto - I implored - I'll pay you...
I don't want to get involved - replied the startled gardener.
I grabbed my purse and took out all the money... She was wearing. -- Take it -- I said, offering him money -- Buy some cameras. -- But, ma'am... -- I'll say they were placed by me, don't worry. No one will know you helped me. -- Ma'am, I can't do that -- he commented nervously. I was desperate and like the best defense is a good offense... -- Fine, then fuck your things and get out. If you're lacking balls, I'll do it myself. Alberto looked at me. -- Do you really not care about destroying your life and breaking up your family for an infidelity? -- Of course, it doesn't matter to me. It's him who doesn't give a damn. Alberto, if what you say is true, my marriage means nothing, it's a lie. The boy looked at me in silence again. -- Alright -- said Alberto -- They'll be installed by tomorrow morning. I couldn't believe the turn things had taken in just one minute. On one hand, I had gone from wanting to have sex with my husband to wanting to get revenge on him and, on the other, I had gone from threatening Alberto with firing to begging him to help me get proof of my husband's infidelity. When my husband came back, I had to hold myself back from wanting to punch him. That would be unbecoming for a smart woman like me who claimed to be. No, revenge must be planned with serenity, executed with skill and served cold. So that night I tried to behave towards him as always. That is, after dinner I sat down to read in the salon and when my husband said he was going to bed, I told him I wanted to finish the chapter. I didn't want Alfonso to put his hand on me until I knew if my suspicions were true. The next day I went down to the kitchen and found him having breakfast while reading the latest news on his iPad. I got myself a coffee and sat down in front of him as always. I didn't want him to suspect anything strange, but I couldn't help feeling a knot in my stomach. -- Do you have a flight today? -- he asked without looking up. -- Yes, I'm leaving in four hours, but I'll only be away for a couple of days. -- Ah, Okay. ―He replied while chewing on my toast― Better, right? ― Yes, of course. Alfonso kept reading headlines and I barely managed to eat half a magdalena. The fact that Alfonso asked me about my next flight made me suspect immediately that the very unfortunate man was looking for an opportunity to deceive me again. This made me think that maybe I was becoming paranoid. Maybe all that murky business was just the imagination of the gardener, maybe Alfonso hadn't tried to have sex recently due to stress. My husband's political party had been in opposition for eight long years, so the pressure from regional direction was enormous. His own colleagues, his own political team knew that this time the economic situation was in their favor. Everyone knew that if Alfonso didn't win the mayorship this time, it would be the end of his career, the regional direction would dismiss him. ―Alfonso― I called out just before he left the kitchen. ―What?―
―Do you want me?―I should have bitten my tongue.
―Why now?―
―Because my period is late―I improvised.
I was no longer angry, if not disappointed, forgotten.
A little while after my husband's car disappeared towards the city center, Alberto entered the kitchen. ―I've got the cameras―he announced gloomily.
I observed proudly at my gardener, that young man who had come to my aid. I needed to clear up doubts, find out if my husband had been able to deceive me in my own home, and Alberto was willing to help me.
―Fine―I said.
―Ma'am, I still think it might not be a good idea...―
It wasn't necessary for me to respond; one piercing look was enough for the boy to get to work. I went to the pool to let Alberto work in peace.
A morning dip is the best way to get your body moving, but when Alberto appeared in the garden, I was already taking the sun. I looked at him with disdain without removing my sunglasses and smiled When I checked how the boy struggled not to look at my breasts. The small bikini was pressing my chest with force and the boy seemed irresistibly attracted to the deep neckline. I felt great knowing that in a few seconds, Alberto would have a contundent erection.
― It's done, ma'am ―said Alberto timidly.
― Already? ―I asked, surprised that he had taken so little time.
― Yes. Everything is through Bluetooth ―he clarified, showing me the phone.
― I hope you've hidden them well ―I warned him.
I didn't say anything to the boy, but if my husband discovered the cameras, I would have to accuse him of being a perverted voyeur and Alfonso would surely report him to the police.
― The outside cameras are just like the AmbiPur air fresheners ―he affirmed.
― Very well ―I congratulated him.
― Ma'am... ―Alberto started to say.
― Yes?
― Are you sure?
― Of course I'm sure! ―I replied firmly.
Then I went up to my room to change clothes. As soon as I passed, I remembered the cameras. However, I stopped and thought it over, and I realized that, besides feeling stupid, my husband would be surprised if I didn't undress in our bedroom like I always did.
I decided to undress. The image I saw in the mirror delighted me. Although the gardener could see me naked, the truth was that I had nothing to be ashamed of. I had big breasts, yes, but quite firm ones. Besides, feeling observed gave me a thrill very similar to frenzy.
From that moment on, I behaved with total naturalness, even knowing that everything would be recorded and Alberto could be watching me on his mobile phone. I took a look around the room until I saw the camera. The gardener had done a good job.
I was in my underwear, until I took it off. Just thinking about the boy being able to see me at that very moment made my heart beat strongly. Already naked, I remembered that the day before I had left my nice pussy for my husband, what irony. He earned it, I could contemplate myself from all sides. Then I got into the shower, where naturally I ended up masturbating for the second day in a row thinking about Alberto attacking me. In an hour I had to leave for the airport, so I put on my company uniform. Yes, imagining that the young gardener might be watching me, I tried to load each of my movements with eroticism. Later, in the taxi, I blushed noticing my newly put-on panties were soaked.stripteaseThat which I had offered to the gardener had sat me down well.
Instead, I spent the next two days very worried. I couldn't stop thinking about the gardener's hint, even though I refused to believe him until I had solid proof. Oh, I wish Alberto would confirm when he got home that there was nothing and I could forget this nightmare.
As soon as I stepped off the plane, I called Alberto on the phone.
― Any news? ―I asked nervously.
― Nothing, ma'am.
― Nothing? ―I insisted, a bit disconcerted by the brevity of his response.
Alberto made a small pause long enough for me to understand that the boy had indeed seen something, but wasn't saying it, he had seen me.
― Well... yesterday nothing. I'll review it now.
― Thank you, Alberto. ―I replied.― Let me know if you see anything.
― Of course.
When I got home, I went up to my room and started undressing, knowing the boy would be watching my naked body at some point or other. I unbuttoned my blouse button by button and after taking off my bra, I woke up showing off my breasts shamelessly. Next, I lowered the zipper of my tight skirt with a couple of hip swivels. I had just discovered that I loved exhibiting myself. I put my foot on the bed to show my legs to the camera and took off my stockings. Then I crouched down without bending my knees to get some underwear from the drawer, offering Alberto a close-up shot of my beautiful backside. I had never behaved like this before, when suddenly...
!!! RING!!! !!! RING!!!
The phone gave me a deathly fright.
― Yes?
― Is your husband there? ―asked Alberto abruptly.
― No, he's not. Why? ―Talking to the boy while being naked was very unsettling for me.
Twenty minutes later, Alberto arrived at home, with his own key to the main entrance. I was waiting for him in the garden.
― Come with me, ma'am. ―he said without explaining.
― What's going on, Alberto?
The boy made it for me... It seemed like he was almost running without saying a word to me. We went into the shed where my husband keeps his old PORCHE, which is also the site of the garden tools. As soon as we entered, Alberto leaned...Tableton the table and lit it. I recognized my room instantly, the same one I had just dressed in... The whole space was almost visible. It was a sharp image with the symbol of at its center appearing.play.The date indicated the previous day. -- What's up, Alberto? I asked, about to lose my patience. -- This won't please him, was his brief response before pressing the button..)In thetabletThe door to my room opened. My husband entered followed by two women I didn't have trouble identifying: Charo, his longtime party companion, and Gema, his young secretary.
I stopped breathing.
― Son of a slut! ―came out of my soul.
Alberto immediately halted the image.
― Is she sure she wants to see it? ―asked the boy with a face of circumstances.
Despite it being obvious what was going to happen next, I had to see it with my own eyes, no matter how painful and humiliating it would be. I myself pressed the playAlfonso undressed Charo with delicacy, respecting the trust that existed between them. They had known each other for a long time and kissed calmly, like old lovers do. The curves of that witch were not sinuous like mine, rather the opposite. Charo's companion was about our age and had always been very thin. She was a fragile-looking woman, but far from reality. Charo was a ruthless and persuasive speaker whom everyone feared. It seemed that viperous tongue managed to control everyone, including my husband.
The young secretary, much more arrogant, knelt down and unzipped my husband's pants without stopping smiling. She bit her lower lip to contain her nervousness. Gema was one of those girls who thought they were superior to others because they hadn't failed yet. I always thought she was an ambitious, educated, and discreet girl, but all that halo disappeared when she put my husband's cock in her mouth.
Alberto made a move to stop the video again, but this time I prevented him. I wanted to know what my husband was doing while I was working with my horns, never better said.
Charo undressed my husband, looking at him with complicity. Then she made Alfonso lie down on the bed and got on top of him. A wicked smile from her mouth told me that my husband's member had penetrated her sex. However, it was worse for me to see how sweetly they kissed, giving each other more pleasure than they took. Charo and my husband were making love.
The young secretary had had her breasts operated on just as I supposed. It cost her a lot to get out of her very tight jeans, but when she did, she put one leg over Alfonso's face and planted her red pussy in his mouth. She was squatting over my husband's head, gagging him with her sex. That aggressive strategy made her jolt quickly. and shook herself suddenly with each cramp of her clitoris. Almost I couldn't believe that man capable of making two females come at the same time was my husband, and yet it was precisely what happened. Alfonso managed to make both howl like wolves when they reached orgasm, one with his cock and the other with his tongue.
Grateful, Charo and Gema knelt down on either side of my husband and began a dual blow job. It was unheard of, the unfortunate man looked enormous and smiled as those two took turns bringing his impressive member to their mouth.
― What son of a slut! ―I raged at times.
It wasn't surprising that those whores were so eager, my husband seemed like a porn actor. Charo and Gema relieved each other with anxiety, sometimes pushing the other away roughly to be able to suck that precious stake. The young redhead was the most reluctant to give in. In truth, she sucked more enthusiastically than Charo.
Alberto stopped the video this time.
― That's enough, ―he said worriedly.
How could my husband be unfaithful to me in such a vile way?... “In our own home!” I kept repeating to myself.
― LET ME ALONE! I WANT TO SEE IT! ―I screamed furiously.
For some strange reason, it didn't bother me to flagellate myself watching my husband being unfaithful. It seemed incredible that this was Alfonso, he who always said he was too tired or exhausted to justify the fact that we almost never had sex lately.
The worst thing was that I had believed him like an idiot, telling me that work, municipal elections, his career... were more important than anything else. However, what Alfonso needed wasn't rest, but recovery. How many times would I have left with my desires after the very scoundrel had gotten hard and started to fuck?
Alberto looked at me worriedly and probably regretted showing me that unpleasant recording when...
¡PLASH!
My husband gave a strong slap to the redhead's ass and ordered her to let go of his cock. He asked her... To Charo who had bent over face up, placed the fine ankles of the woman on her shoulders. ― OOOOOOOOH! ―Charo howled when Alfonso grabbed her hips and thrust into her. The frenzy was total. My husband panted like an animal from effort. I didn't recognize him, he was fucking with a ferocity I hadn't seen before, ravishing her with each savage thrust. Charo tried to hold on by grabbing the sheets, but just in case Gema began to lick her erotically. ― AAAAAAAAHH! ―the poor woman didn't hesitate to come loudly. I don't know what my husband would have taken, but that wasn't normal. If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it. Despite Charo's orgasm, he didn't stop, kept penetrating her like a bull until a fountain of fluids burst from her sex. When my husband finally lay down beside her, I could see the poor woman shivering, hugging her knees to her chest. ― Your turn! ―Alfonso yelled at the redheaded one. I looked in amazement at Alberto, this was incredible. On the screen, my husband was juggling his prodigious erection. Gema stretched out, rummaged hastily in the purse on the side table and gathered her hair with a hair tie. At that moment, I understood how the secretary's lipstick had ended up under my bed. Alfonso, who was standing next to the bed, stretched out the girl's legs until her backside just touched the edge of the mattress. The secretary turned around, holding something in her hand and suddenly I clearly saw her applying a kind of gel between her buttocks. ― What vice have you picked up! ―my husband spat at her. Dazed, I watched as the girl masturbated vigorously while introducing a finger into her anus. Gema bit her lip in a desperate attempt not to moan, seemed crazy because my husband was going to screw her. When my husband thought it was time, he inserted the thick tip of his member into the opening that proposed to breach, right between the prominent and pale buttocks of the secretary. However, when he pushed, his cock slid upwards over Gema's butt. ¡PLASH! Alfonso didn't like it and gave her another spanking. ― If you do that again I'll take off the belt ―he warned. ― NO, NO! Then my husband tried again and... ― ¡AAAAAAAAAH! ―the girl screamed. Although I didn't see it, I knew this time my husband had achieved his goal. He remained still while the girl was panting without stopping masturbating. The redhead must be used to it, proof of which was that she turned around and shouted. ― FÓLLAME! As soon as Alfonso started screwing her, the girl began to moan manifestly pleased that he would open her up. ― ¡AAAH! ¡AAAH! ¡AAAH! The voluptuous girl sobbed languidly with each new thrust. ― Keep touching yourself! Come on!―I heard my husband say as he attacked her again. ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! Alfonso's thrusts marked the rhythm of that sodomy, that primitive and imperfect sexual encounter between a man and a woman. Seeing the promised secretary enjoy herself made me remember how years ago Alfonso refused to do it with me in the same way. He even scolded me for suggesting it, saying it was for faggots and a dirty thing... At that time, I was already over thirty and had never done it like that before. Although I had sometimes felt curious, the truth was that that part of me remained unexplored. ― ¡Sí! ¡Sí! ¡Sí! ¡Sí! ―the dazed secretary sobbed. That wasn't something horrible and indecent like people said. It was sex, just that, nothing more or less. ― ¡AAAH! ¡AAAH! ¡AAAH!―when the redhead started howling with pleasure I also realized that our gardener must have known about my husband's adventures without having witnessed them. ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! Despite her screams, my husband continued to give it to her hard. That delirious spectacle was a harbinger of an imminent apocalyptic finale. In effect, I improvised the entire body of the girl and it tensed up with a climax of grade six on the Richter scale. ― THAT'S IT, LITTLE ONE! RUN!― Alfonso accused her, piercing her completely with his member. ― OH! OH! OH! OH!― the girl gasped with each spasm. It was a sordid scene. The redhead shuddered, immersed in her umpteenth orgasm as my husband drove it home and started to ejaculate. ― SÍÍÍ!― he bellowed like an animal. At that instant, I stopped the video. I had already had more than enough. CONTINUARÁ
― The flight has been short for me ―he said with a big smile when leaving the plane― I had a great time.
― Thank you for flying with us ―I replied mechanically, noting my heart racing at full speed.
― Thank you. Here's my card.
Although many times I've been flirted with, that day I felt more receptive than usual, to put it mildly. Despite being exhausted, I had terrible urges to get home and have a good screw. I'd gone almost two weeks without sex. The hardness of my nipples was eloquent.
I stood looking at the reflection of my body in the taxi stop window. Beautiful, ideal weight, breasts in their place, tight ass... “You're stunning for having turned forty... three years ago” ―I thought amused.
I took out the business card from my purse with the idea of throwing it away, not to have my husband see it. “Roberto Soria. Sergeant of the Civil Guard. Commandery of Granada”.
From the start I was surprised that that captivating passenger was a civil guard. Too elegant, he seemed more like a stylish lawyer or an executive from a major multinational. “What could I possibly need the card of a civil guard for?” ―I thought. However, I remembered something my grandfather Pepe used to say: “You have to have friends everywhere”, and I put the card back in my purse. I did well.
On the way in the taxi, I begged that my husband hadn't already left, really needed to get laid.
Alfonso is a man dedicated body and soul to politics, and those last months even more so. He was a candidate for mayor of Torrevieja and was in pre-campaign electoral. Those upcoming elections were cause of concern and stress for him, and therefore of that gap in our already anodyne sexual life.
My husband's candidacy required his full dedication, but besides, since the company I worked for had been absorbed by another, my schedule was a chaos. I spent days away from home.
When I arrived, I found our new gardener cutting the lawn. Of course, it's Tuesday, I said to myself. That's one of the consequences of transoceanic flights, you never know what day you're living in.
I was delighted to have a gardener. In fact, on the first day Alberto came to work, I swore I didn't believe it. He looked like a barbarity from the last Dolce & Gabbana ad, even with a worn-out cowboy hat and a dirty T-shirt, he had no waste. His face was sculptural, his muscular arms and abdominal muscles... Well, the temptation of Tuesdays and Thursdays.
I immediately reprimanded myself for my bad thoughts. Besides being married, that boy must have been little more than twenty years old, almost the age of my daughters. Despite everything, I couldn't deny that watching him work was a joy to behold.
Alberto replaced Don Paco when he retired about a year ago. Apparently, the young man worked part-time while finishing his engineering studies. He came to our house on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and besides gardening, he also took care of small repairs around the house. He was an authentic handyman. The kid knew how to do almost everything: gluing tiles, changing light switches, painting... The boy could do almost anything.
Hello, Alberto, have you seen Alfonso? I asked him.
He left a little while ago, he replied.
If he arrives, tell him I'm upstairs.
Okay.
I cursed my bad luck. With the desire to fuck that I had and my husband already gone. I decided to relax in the hot tub to kill time, but I fell asleep after masturbating thinking about the gardener. That always happened to me. When I woke up... I had wrinkled fingers like raisins, so I put on my bathrobe and went down to the salon in search of my husband. There was no one there.
―Has my husband come back? I asked the gardener.
―No, ma'am, he hasn't,‖ the boy replied.
If only the poor man knew that I had just masturbated thinking about him, I thought while admiring his nice butt.
On the one hand, I know I'm a married woman and shouldn't think certain things, but you're not made of stone. Besides, it would be foolish if I didn't enjoy seeing how well those cowboy pants suited him.
On the other hand, I have to admit that sometimes I can be more provocative than I should be, I like showing off. At forty years old, my body doesn't have much time left before it goes downhill. Luckily, I still have some voluptuous and feminine curves, thanks to always dedicating the necessary time and sweat to staying attractive.
For example, at that very moment, instead of throwing myself onto the bed to rest, I fixed the hair on my sex, waxed myself, and even painted my toenails red, all so I could be perfect when my husband appeared.
I was like that, when I saw something orange poking out from under the bed. When I bent down to pick it up, I saw it was a lip gloss. I stayed mute, I was sure that lip gloss wasn't mine. The color was too loud, orange. Only a young girl would use something like that. Suddenly I remembered Alberto's girlfriend. A girl who always wore sweatpants and used to come to pick him up in her car. I tied it all together and supposed how the lip gloss had ended up under my bed.
―Alberto, please come upstairs!‖ I shouted from the window.
Surprised, the boy looked up and when he saw me motioning for him to come up with my hand, he did so.
―Can you explain where this came from?‖ I asked him very seriously as soon as he was in front of me.
The boy stayed mute, apparently thinking of some excuse. It seemed he was incapable of recognizing his lack of discretion, his impudence at sleeping with his girlfriend in my house, in my bed. bed.
― Contesta, Alberto ―insistí ― What is this?
― A lip gloss ―he said like an idiot.
― I already know that! I want you to tell me where it came from!
― Ma'am, I… ―stammered―
I didn't...
― You didn't, what? ―I asked angrily at his lack of courage to admit what he had done.
― Is it yours? ―he asked desperately.
― Mine? Of course not! It's mine! ―I imagined that foxy woman riding him right there on our bed, her nails clawed into the torso of my gardener.
― I don't know, ma'am... ―he stammered worriedly.
After launching a killing glance at him, I moved even closer to him.
― Look, if you and your girlfriend want to screw, it's great, go to a hotel or do it in the car, but this house is sacred. Have you understood?
Obviously, I assumed the boy wouldn't have resources for a hotel, but that wasn't my business. I was not going to tolerate the young man having sex with his girlfriend in my house.
I felt angry and hurt too. The protagonist of my fantasies sleeping with a twenty-year-old woman with more piercings than fingers on her face, a skinny one without tits, a Telepizza salesgirl who swears... Damn envy!, I thought finally.
― This is not mine, ma'am... ―he denied with little accuracy.
― No, of course not, I can imagine it...
― Neither is it hers... ―he responded with conviction.
I stood in silence looking at him, trying to make the right decision.
― Alberto, we won't let you use our house for sex. I'll talk to my husband and I'm afraid we'll have to fire you.
The truth was that I felt terrible. The boy had always behaved correctly. That slapper must have persuaded him to do it on our bed.
― Ma'am, I haven't been here with any girl, I swear...
― Well, this lip gloss is not mine. So, will you tell me how it got here? He taken his hands away from my face and saw something in his eyes that he hadn't told me before. 'Tell me the truth, Alberto,' I asked, trying to show understanding. The boy remained silent for a few seconds, looking at me. 'I can't, ma'am,' he said, distraught. 'Yes, you can.' Alberto exhaled a sigh of resignation. 'Ask your husband,' he sentenced in a funeral tone. That phrase fell on me like a cold bucket of water. The matter had just taken a turn I didn't like at all. The gardener was hinting that my husband had a mistress. I trusted my husband. Alfonso was an honest, loyal man, respected by everyone who knew him, and someone incapable of committing such a vile and cowardly act. 'Alberto, don't make things worse!' I shouted furiously. 'Exactly, talk to him,' he said, challenging me. 'SHUT UP!' I shouted hysterically. It could be that my husband had slept with another woman, okay, but what I couldn't believe was that Alfonso would be so stupid as to put me in the horns of a dilemma right in front of the gardener, or maybe...? 'Alberto, tell me everything you know or fuck off and get out of this house,' I said in a grave and contained tone. The gardener covered his face with both hands again. He had been put between a rock and a hard place, so I waited for him to make up his mind. Then the boy looked at me again and startedsingMr. Upstairs here with that redhead - revealed telegraphically - She's very scandalous.
How? I said, discomposed.
I heard her scream.
JESUS CHRIST! I shouted, scaring the poor boy - Are you telling me Alfonso is cheating on me in my own house?
I asked, not giving credit.
Sir, I... Alberto tried to measure each word - Actually, I haven't seen anything, just heard some woman's screams.
Don't lie to me, Alberto! What are they doing up there, playing backgammon? I said, starting to imagine repulsive things.
You've asked me what I know - tried to explain - Look, ma'am, I'm convinced your husband is cheating on you, but I haven't seen it.
Everything fit. The orange lipstick must belong to the red-haired girl Alberto had heard scream. It was probably Gema, my husband's secretary since recently, her hair was as red as fire. The girl was the daughter of the woman who cleaned the party's offices. She had just finished law school and Alfonso had hired her as a research assistant.
I would have liked to believe there was another logical or absurd explanation for this. However, something told me that everything was true, that my husband wasn't only initiating the cleaning lady's daughter into politics, but had been taking advantage of my long absences to screw her in our bed.
However, the boy was right, I needed more. Alfonso would never confess to benefiting from the girl. He was a conservative party leader and something like this would ruin his career. I realized I needed proof of his adultery, something irrefutable.
I'm sorry, ma'am - lamented Alberto.
I need evidence - growled - If we get a recording, that scoundrel will pay me back.
What do you mean, ma'am? - asked the gardener.
You have to help me, Alberto - I implored - I'll pay you...
I don't want to get involved - replied the startled gardener.
I grabbed my purse and took out all the money... She was wearing. -- Take it -- I said, offering him money -- Buy some cameras. -- But, ma'am... -- I'll say they were placed by me, don't worry. No one will know you helped me. -- Ma'am, I can't do that -- he commented nervously. I was desperate and like the best defense is a good offense... -- Fine, then fuck your things and get out. If you're lacking balls, I'll do it myself. Alberto looked at me. -- Do you really not care about destroying your life and breaking up your family for an infidelity? -- Of course, it doesn't matter to me. It's him who doesn't give a damn. Alberto, if what you say is true, my marriage means nothing, it's a lie. The boy looked at me in silence again. -- Alright -- said Alberto -- They'll be installed by tomorrow morning. I couldn't believe the turn things had taken in just one minute. On one hand, I had gone from wanting to have sex with my husband to wanting to get revenge on him and, on the other, I had gone from threatening Alberto with firing to begging him to help me get proof of my husband's infidelity. When my husband came back, I had to hold myself back from wanting to punch him. That would be unbecoming for a smart woman like me who claimed to be. No, revenge must be planned with serenity, executed with skill and served cold. So that night I tried to behave towards him as always. That is, after dinner I sat down to read in the salon and when my husband said he was going to bed, I told him I wanted to finish the chapter. I didn't want Alfonso to put his hand on me until I knew if my suspicions were true. The next day I went down to the kitchen and found him having breakfast while reading the latest news on his iPad. I got myself a coffee and sat down in front of him as always. I didn't want him to suspect anything strange, but I couldn't help feeling a knot in my stomach. -- Do you have a flight today? -- he asked without looking up. -- Yes, I'm leaving in four hours, but I'll only be away for a couple of days. -- Ah, Okay. ―He replied while chewing on my toast― Better, right? ― Yes, of course. Alfonso kept reading headlines and I barely managed to eat half a magdalena. The fact that Alfonso asked me about my next flight made me suspect immediately that the very unfortunate man was looking for an opportunity to deceive me again. This made me think that maybe I was becoming paranoid. Maybe all that murky business was just the imagination of the gardener, maybe Alfonso hadn't tried to have sex recently due to stress. My husband's political party had been in opposition for eight long years, so the pressure from regional direction was enormous. His own colleagues, his own political team knew that this time the economic situation was in their favor. Everyone knew that if Alfonso didn't win the mayorship this time, it would be the end of his career, the regional direction would dismiss him. ―Alfonso― I called out just before he left the kitchen. ―What?―
―Do you want me?―I should have bitten my tongue.
―Why now?―
―Because my period is late―I improvised.
I was no longer angry, if not disappointed, forgotten.
A little while after my husband's car disappeared towards the city center, Alberto entered the kitchen. ―I've got the cameras―he announced gloomily.
I observed proudly at my gardener, that young man who had come to my aid. I needed to clear up doubts, find out if my husband had been able to deceive me in my own home, and Alberto was willing to help me.
―Fine―I said.
―Ma'am, I still think it might not be a good idea...―
It wasn't necessary for me to respond; one piercing look was enough for the boy to get to work. I went to the pool to let Alberto work in peace.
A morning dip is the best way to get your body moving, but when Alberto appeared in the garden, I was already taking the sun. I looked at him with disdain without removing my sunglasses and smiled When I checked how the boy struggled not to look at my breasts. The small bikini was pressing my chest with force and the boy seemed irresistibly attracted to the deep neckline. I felt great knowing that in a few seconds, Alberto would have a contundent erection.
― It's done, ma'am ―said Alberto timidly.
― Already? ―I asked, surprised that he had taken so little time.
― Yes. Everything is through Bluetooth ―he clarified, showing me the phone.
― I hope you've hidden them well ―I warned him.
I didn't say anything to the boy, but if my husband discovered the cameras, I would have to accuse him of being a perverted voyeur and Alfonso would surely report him to the police.
― The outside cameras are just like the AmbiPur air fresheners ―he affirmed.
― Very well ―I congratulated him.
― Ma'am... ―Alberto started to say.
― Yes?
― Are you sure?
― Of course I'm sure! ―I replied firmly.
Then I went up to my room to change clothes. As soon as I passed, I remembered the cameras. However, I stopped and thought it over, and I realized that, besides feeling stupid, my husband would be surprised if I didn't undress in our bedroom like I always did.
I decided to undress. The image I saw in the mirror delighted me. Although the gardener could see me naked, the truth was that I had nothing to be ashamed of. I had big breasts, yes, but quite firm ones. Besides, feeling observed gave me a thrill very similar to frenzy.
From that moment on, I behaved with total naturalness, even knowing that everything would be recorded and Alberto could be watching me on his mobile phone. I took a look around the room until I saw the camera. The gardener had done a good job.
I was in my underwear, until I took it off. Just thinking about the boy being able to see me at that very moment made my heart beat strongly. Already naked, I remembered that the day before I had left my nice pussy for my husband, what irony. He earned it, I could contemplate myself from all sides. Then I got into the shower, where naturally I ended up masturbating for the second day in a row thinking about Alberto attacking me. In an hour I had to leave for the airport, so I put on my company uniform. Yes, imagining that the young gardener might be watching me, I tried to load each of my movements with eroticism. Later, in the taxi, I blushed noticing my newly put-on panties were soaked.stripteaseThat which I had offered to the gardener had sat me down well.
Instead, I spent the next two days very worried. I couldn't stop thinking about the gardener's hint, even though I refused to believe him until I had solid proof. Oh, I wish Alberto would confirm when he got home that there was nothing and I could forget this nightmare.
As soon as I stepped off the plane, I called Alberto on the phone.
― Any news? ―I asked nervously.
― Nothing, ma'am.
― Nothing? ―I insisted, a bit disconcerted by the brevity of his response.
Alberto made a small pause long enough for me to understand that the boy had indeed seen something, but wasn't saying it, he had seen me.
― Well... yesterday nothing. I'll review it now.
― Thank you, Alberto. ―I replied.― Let me know if you see anything.
― Of course.
When I got home, I went up to my room and started undressing, knowing the boy would be watching my naked body at some point or other. I unbuttoned my blouse button by button and after taking off my bra, I woke up showing off my breasts shamelessly. Next, I lowered the zipper of my tight skirt with a couple of hip swivels. I had just discovered that I loved exhibiting myself. I put my foot on the bed to show my legs to the camera and took off my stockings. Then I crouched down without bending my knees to get some underwear from the drawer, offering Alberto a close-up shot of my beautiful backside. I had never behaved like this before, when suddenly...
!!! RING!!! !!! RING!!!
The phone gave me a deathly fright.
― Yes?
― Is your husband there? ―asked Alberto abruptly.
― No, he's not. Why? ―Talking to the boy while being naked was very unsettling for me.
Twenty minutes later, Alberto arrived at home, with his own key to the main entrance. I was waiting for him in the garden.
― Come with me, ma'am. ―he said without explaining.
― What's going on, Alberto?
The boy made it for me... It seemed like he was almost running without saying a word to me. We went into the shed where my husband keeps his old PORCHE, which is also the site of the garden tools. As soon as we entered, Alberto leaned...Tableton the table and lit it. I recognized my room instantly, the same one I had just dressed in... The whole space was almost visible. It was a sharp image with the symbol of at its center appearing.play.The date indicated the previous day. -- What's up, Alberto? I asked, about to lose my patience. -- This won't please him, was his brief response before pressing the button..)In thetabletThe door to my room opened. My husband entered followed by two women I didn't have trouble identifying: Charo, his longtime party companion, and Gema, his young secretary.
I stopped breathing.
― Son of a slut! ―came out of my soul.
Alberto immediately halted the image.
― Is she sure she wants to see it? ―asked the boy with a face of circumstances.
Despite it being obvious what was going to happen next, I had to see it with my own eyes, no matter how painful and humiliating it would be. I myself pressed the playAlfonso undressed Charo with delicacy, respecting the trust that existed between them. They had known each other for a long time and kissed calmly, like old lovers do. The curves of that witch were not sinuous like mine, rather the opposite. Charo's companion was about our age and had always been very thin. She was a fragile-looking woman, but far from reality. Charo was a ruthless and persuasive speaker whom everyone feared. It seemed that viperous tongue managed to control everyone, including my husband.
The young secretary, much more arrogant, knelt down and unzipped my husband's pants without stopping smiling. She bit her lower lip to contain her nervousness. Gema was one of those girls who thought they were superior to others because they hadn't failed yet. I always thought she was an ambitious, educated, and discreet girl, but all that halo disappeared when she put my husband's cock in her mouth.
Alberto made a move to stop the video again, but this time I prevented him. I wanted to know what my husband was doing while I was working with my horns, never better said.
Charo undressed my husband, looking at him with complicity. Then she made Alfonso lie down on the bed and got on top of him. A wicked smile from her mouth told me that my husband's member had penetrated her sex. However, it was worse for me to see how sweetly they kissed, giving each other more pleasure than they took. Charo and my husband were making love.
The young secretary had had her breasts operated on just as I supposed. It cost her a lot to get out of her very tight jeans, but when she did, she put one leg over Alfonso's face and planted her red pussy in his mouth. She was squatting over my husband's head, gagging him with her sex. That aggressive strategy made her jolt quickly. and shook herself suddenly with each cramp of her clitoris. Almost I couldn't believe that man capable of making two females come at the same time was my husband, and yet it was precisely what happened. Alfonso managed to make both howl like wolves when they reached orgasm, one with his cock and the other with his tongue.
Grateful, Charo and Gema knelt down on either side of my husband and began a dual blow job. It was unheard of, the unfortunate man looked enormous and smiled as those two took turns bringing his impressive member to their mouth.
― What son of a slut! ―I raged at times.
It wasn't surprising that those whores were so eager, my husband seemed like a porn actor. Charo and Gema relieved each other with anxiety, sometimes pushing the other away roughly to be able to suck that precious stake. The young redhead was the most reluctant to give in. In truth, she sucked more enthusiastically than Charo.
Alberto stopped the video this time.
― That's enough, ―he said worriedly.
How could my husband be unfaithful to me in such a vile way?... “In our own home!” I kept repeating to myself.
― LET ME ALONE! I WANT TO SEE IT! ―I screamed furiously.
For some strange reason, it didn't bother me to flagellate myself watching my husband being unfaithful. It seemed incredible that this was Alfonso, he who always said he was too tired or exhausted to justify the fact that we almost never had sex lately.
The worst thing was that I had believed him like an idiot, telling me that work, municipal elections, his career... were more important than anything else. However, what Alfonso needed wasn't rest, but recovery. How many times would I have left with my desires after the very scoundrel had gotten hard and started to fuck?
Alberto looked at me worriedly and probably regretted showing me that unpleasant recording when...
¡PLASH!
My husband gave a strong slap to the redhead's ass and ordered her to let go of his cock. He asked her... To Charo who had bent over face up, placed the fine ankles of the woman on her shoulders. ― OOOOOOOOH! ―Charo howled when Alfonso grabbed her hips and thrust into her. The frenzy was total. My husband panted like an animal from effort. I didn't recognize him, he was fucking with a ferocity I hadn't seen before, ravishing her with each savage thrust. Charo tried to hold on by grabbing the sheets, but just in case Gema began to lick her erotically. ― AAAAAAAAHH! ―the poor woman didn't hesitate to come loudly. I don't know what my husband would have taken, but that wasn't normal. If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it. Despite Charo's orgasm, he didn't stop, kept penetrating her like a bull until a fountain of fluids burst from her sex. When my husband finally lay down beside her, I could see the poor woman shivering, hugging her knees to her chest. ― Your turn! ―Alfonso yelled at the redheaded one. I looked in amazement at Alberto, this was incredible. On the screen, my husband was juggling his prodigious erection. Gema stretched out, rummaged hastily in the purse on the side table and gathered her hair with a hair tie. At that moment, I understood how the secretary's lipstick had ended up under my bed. Alfonso, who was standing next to the bed, stretched out the girl's legs until her backside just touched the edge of the mattress. The secretary turned around, holding something in her hand and suddenly I clearly saw her applying a kind of gel between her buttocks. ― What vice have you picked up! ―my husband spat at her. Dazed, I watched as the girl masturbated vigorously while introducing a finger into her anus. Gema bit her lip in a desperate attempt not to moan, seemed crazy because my husband was going to screw her. When my husband thought it was time, he inserted the thick tip of his member into the opening that proposed to breach, right between the prominent and pale buttocks of the secretary. However, when he pushed, his cock slid upwards over Gema's butt. ¡PLASH! Alfonso didn't like it and gave her another spanking. ― If you do that again I'll take off the belt ―he warned. ― NO, NO! Then my husband tried again and... ― ¡AAAAAAAAAH! ―the girl screamed. Although I didn't see it, I knew this time my husband had achieved his goal. He remained still while the girl was panting without stopping masturbating. The redhead must be used to it, proof of which was that she turned around and shouted. ― FÓLLAME! As soon as Alfonso started screwing her, the girl began to moan manifestly pleased that he would open her up. ― ¡AAAH! ¡AAAH! ¡AAAH! The voluptuous girl sobbed languidly with each new thrust. ― Keep touching yourself! Come on!―I heard my husband say as he attacked her again. ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! Alfonso's thrusts marked the rhythm of that sodomy, that primitive and imperfect sexual encounter between a man and a woman. Seeing the promised secretary enjoy herself made me remember how years ago Alfonso refused to do it with me in the same way. He even scolded me for suggesting it, saying it was for faggots and a dirty thing... At that time, I was already over thirty and had never done it like that before. Although I had sometimes felt curious, the truth was that that part of me remained unexplored. ― ¡Sí! ¡Sí! ¡Sí! ¡Sí! ―the dazed secretary sobbed. That wasn't something horrible and indecent like people said. It was sex, just that, nothing more or less. ― ¡AAAH! ¡AAAH! ¡AAAH!―when the redhead started howling with pleasure I also realized that our gardener must have known about my husband's adventures without having witnessed them. ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! ¡CLACK! Despite her screams, my husband continued to give it to her hard. That delirious spectacle was a harbinger of an imminent apocalyptic finale. In effect, I improvised the entire body of the girl and it tensed up with a climax of grade six on the Richter scale. ― THAT'S IT, LITTLE ONE! RUN!― Alfonso accused her, piercing her completely with his member. ― OH! OH! OH! OH!― the girl gasped with each spasm. It was a sordid scene. The redhead shuddered, immersed in her umpteenth orgasm as my husband drove it home and started to ejaculate. ― SÍÍÍ!― he bellowed like an animal. At that instant, I stopped the video. I had already had more than enough. CONTINUARÁ
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