Pato con el pintor de la obra

Today I'm going to tell the story of the time she was with the painter of the work. For those who read the stories of the masons, it is my obligation to say that the 10th story is almost completely invented... Pato never got along with the masons, and neither did they touch her cock. Only warmed them up as much as possible, there were many sensual and sexual games but she didn't get along with them. I wrote it because I thought it had been like that, she had told me so, but no... she only did it to warm me up a lot, you know that she knows better. This happened 5 years ago, we were already in the final details of the work. She had been warming up the masons for all the time they were there. It turns out that this time was already at the end, the painters arrived. Father, son and friend (fat and ugly). The son of the painter named Fernando, had his footballer-type face... the lazy one is a football player and paints to earn some mangos next to his father. The thing is that they were painting for a while, Pato was still with his ridiculousness, wearing tight pants, well-placed tango shoes in his divine little head and things like that. Already had passed the tremendous fevers with the masons and if she had been carrying on quite well. Again I started eating her head, since she had told me that she liked the painter... seemed attractive to her, a 23-year-old skinny guy, athlete and so... The thing is that they started playing... looks, warm-ups, especially when the father wasn't around, but it was very difficult because the kid was always with his workmate and Pato didn't pay any attention to the other dude. One afternoon, Fernando stayed alone in the work, he had gotten tired, but stayed finishing certain parts that had to be done by Friday so they could get paid. We woke up the Indian to both of us, Pato had to leave, so she painted him to warm him up and then leave. She took off her bra, so her nipples were outside of it, and wore a satin or silk blouse, crossed her purse between her two breasts and that's how she went to work to see what... It was what the boy was doing. The best part of all that from the quincho room window I could see the laundry window where Fernando was working. I saw her enter like a duck, with her nipples pointed, I saw them talking, the duck laughed, went to another room and I saw how Fernando rubbed his lap over his pants! Unbelievable view! Never had I seen him get so hot with my wife and her sensuality up close. Ten minutes later I left my wife, I saw her getting into the car and then much returned to the stairs... but with her cell phone in hand. I see she's chatting with someone, and I receive a message from Patto with a screenshot of a conversation they were already having with the painter. Between that afternoon and the next day, they were chatting about nothing, he's married... if a 23-year-old footballer, married and with a daughter. Pato told me he was going to work and chatting with everyone, but when they were alone they would look at each other and hysterically laugh, After that, the messages continued. One afternoon, I arrived at work and went with Pato, everyone was downstairs except for Fernando, the painter. I told Pato to take advantage of it and go up since they were alone, and do something more. I went down after a while, about 10 minutes. We went home and he told me that he had gone upstairs and went straight to where Fernando was, who was painting certain parts of the corner between the ceiling and wall, just above the cock, from there he would talk to him, with a slut face, noting that the bulge in his pants was growing slowly, he supported her hand on her hip without doing anything else. She turned around and faced one of the pieces, since I had told him that there was an unfinished part and we wanted to show it to him. The painter approaches from behind, takes her arm, and tells me that he had grabbed her against a wall and given her some wild tongue kisses, she pretended not to want it, but he didn't let go for a little while, touched her tits and ass.

Pato and I were already hot with the situation and intrigue, so he grabbed my cock over the jogging pants of Real Madrid, telling me the size was good without being enormous.

With this, I was flying high with a fever, and I did what I usually do when I'm hot and often regret it later. I put in a bet for him to split it down the middle.

The WhatsApp messages were already different, photos of a chick, tits, or naked booty.

It turned out that the skinny guy started insisting that he wanted her alone, saying he arrived early at work, an hour before everyone else. Remember we live in the quincho, in the back part where we're building the house.

They arranged to meet at 8 pm. I'm leaving with the kids for school at 7:20 am. What's weird is that she doesn't like getting up early unless she has to and can't help it. This time seems to have a special reason!

She sent me a message at 8:30, saying she had already left... what did he do, they kissed, he touched her tits, and she gave him a blow job, and it ended with the touch.



He also checked with his hands how wet Pato gets with all these topics.The next day I did exactly the same thing, only this time after the kisses, Pato got down on his knees, pulled out the jogging pants' package, and saw her cock for the first time.

It wasn't that big as she imagined but it was very thick and it was very beautiful. She thought it was delicious enough to eat it in one bite, so she did, and began to do a monumental blow job like only she knows.

The thin one came faster than the day before, without warning, he ended up inside her mouth. She felt very dirty tasting the semen of that worker. But she loved feeling like that.The days were passing, and the story was repeating itself, early morning, blow job, kisses, sometimes he would suck my pussy... but it wouldn't go any further. I was super hot with the situation and always asked him to do something more... to grab it.

Until the day they agreed to meet up in the afternoon. Obviously Pato looked for him at the bus stop and they went off together.

When Pato came back, he told me what they did while I was having a beautiful masturbation session with blow job.

He said that on the way there, the dude would keep putting it in, telling him he couldn't believe you were going to a hotel, that's every worker's dream, getting it from the lady. Although he also said he was scared for me. That if I found out, he'd have many problems.

They arrived at the hotel, kissed passionately, Pato touched my Booty, told me she had it well done and hard up and that really turned her on. They were undressing while getting into bed. While Pato's mouth was on me, this time yes, and with more dedication he gave me a fantastic, tremendous blow job, filled with saliva, I swallowed him again and again, while with my hand I was giving myself a masturbation session, touching his balls.



He was like gone, with his eyes white according to Pato tells me. Until no more ago. He asked her to stop. She laid him down and he sank between sighs, savoring her already very wet pussy.


She finished with her tongue, it was a long but not very intense orgasm, I asked her to take it! And I passed her a condom. I put it on and slowly he was sinking his cock into my wife's body, once he entered completely, began a frantic in-and-out, until it gave my wife a code of fear because she said he was too violent for taking, although she doesn't like it much, she felt totally dominated by this male culprit, and only resigned to enjoy herself a lot!She put it on four legs and with the same fury followed perforating the pussy. Duck had a very intense orgasm that left her exhausted, and she couldn't offer any resistance; neither her arms nor her legs let herself fall onto the bed, and it continued with its frantic pumping.  Until I pull out my cock, and asking her to keep going as I come in jets of semen on her tits and belly.They gave each other kisses, bathed together, and then the duck did a blow job on him in the shower, this time he swallowed every drop of semen that came out of his very virile and thick cock.



I left it at the bus stop again and went home, hot but exhausted. So much that masturbation finished me off while she just told me everything she did. The worst of all is that 2 years later I confessed, that the painter gave her a blow job before all this, when they would see each other in the morning. That bloody day, he had already taken it, and a week later, he gave her another one and she was reclined on the sofa. He practically broke it because he was very rough.

What I hadn't told him was that I thought it might annoy him, and many other things happened. Another thing he told me is that one of those times, he felt someone was watching them, imagine it was the painter's friend who worked with him.And he told me there were more secrets but that he would be telling them to me gradually, but later... what a daughter of a slut. Knows how to keep me well-warmed. Do they really imagine the situation? A painter... having sex with the cutie I hired in secret from her husband? Seriously... what chances are there for a guy like this to screw an entire woman, a slut like she is, but still a woman at the end. Only in fantasies!!! Leave me another Pato photo...