Hello, my name is Laura, I'm from Buenos Aires, I'm 44 years old, an accountant by profession, married with a small child. I met Poringa a few years ago but never registered. I decided to do it to tell you about what's been happening to me for the past three years and also to make a bit of catharsis. I hope I don't bore you.
My marriage until 2019 was quite calm. I had been married to Pablo, my husband who is currently 48 years old, for 12 years. Between work, school, home, and social life, everything was quite routine. But it was a routine that I liked. Until then, I was a bit classic, simple, didn't call attention to myself by leaving my comfort zone. My husband was always a bit more open in this sense. He liked to show me off, he would encourage me to wear tight clothes, low-cut tops, and I would give him what he wanted even though they seemed ridiculous to me. Sometimes we had fantasized about the possibility of a third person but never concretized anything; it always stayed there, in those moments of excitement in bed, and then it was forgotten. In those moments of excitement, we had agreed that if something happened with someone, I could talk to him about it, and he wouldn't get angry. For years, nothing happened until one day everything changed.
My husband has a cabin on the Paraná River that he usually rents out. He generally takes care of everything himself, but when he's very busy with work, I help him. Most clients are older people, families, groups of friends who come to fish. On this occasion, there were three young men from La Plata, they seemed around 20 years old at first glance, and they came from quite far away. They passed by the house, paid, gave me the keys, stayed for two days in the cabin, and left. That was all normal. The next day, I received a message from one of them saying that he had forgotten a bag with personal items. My husband went to check, found it, and we agreed that he would pick it up during the week. And then I did something I don't usually do - I checked the photo from the side. He was wearing a short, his torso bare, athletic body with marked abs, short beard and mustache that disguised his baby face a bit, and a haircut typical of guys his age. He was very charming in person, I liked his gaze, what a cutie!
A few days later he writes to ask if I could come pick up the backpack and we arrange a schedule. From what little we had talked until then, I was struck by how polite and formal he was. Maybe it was my own prejudice, but being a guy his age, he seemed to be expecting me to say something that wouldn't please him so he could say oh, this is just another annoying guy and have an excuse to get rid of me. But no, nothing. Later I thought, why am I getting so worked up? Why was he going out of his way? The guy only wants to come pick up his stuff and leave, doesn't even register me. He must think I'm just some old hag. Physically, I'm not great, I have a few extra kilos, haven't been to the gym in five years, don't have much cleavage, I'm pretty average, he can't possibly want anything with me.
As I was thinking this stuff over at home, his message arrived saying he was outside. I went out like that, just from the house, wearing pajama pants, a sweater, my hair tied back, no makeup, feeling down, with my self-esteem on the floor. I opened the gate and saw him, we exchanged greetings, crossed a few words, gave him the backpack, and waited for him to leave. Then he started chatting and I followed along. He had good conversation skills, always finding an angle to keep talking and not cut it off. Ten minutes went by, I felt more relaxed, started wondering if he liked me or was just being chatty. I don't know how we got onto food, he led the way, and that's when I decided to take the initiative and say:
-Do you want to come grab a coffee? You've come from quite a ways away and... You ate nothing. My husband isn't here...
He, with total naturalness, accesses. Without doing what would have been an uncomfortable pause before my proposal, following the conversation with total fluency. What left me tranquil on one side and made me think: Was this what I was looking for? Am I falling into his trap?.
We took coffee at home, chatted about everything a bit until my husband sent me a message saying he was arriving. He understands it's time to leave, I get up to open the door for him and as we say goodbye at the front door, he gives me a kiss on the mouth which I respond to. It was a little peck, when I see I liked it, he gives me another one a bit longer with tongue. At that moment, I felt like I hadn't felt in years. He says: We'll follow her on WhatsApp and I reply: Okay, send me a message when you arrive, like a girlfriend.
When returning home, I didn't believe what had just happened. I sat down on the couch to wait for my husband, put my hand under my underwear and was super wet. I thought: Do I tell him or not?. Until he arrived, but the decision I made, I'll tell you next time.
My marriage until 2019 was quite calm. I had been married to Pablo, my husband who is currently 48 years old, for 12 years. Between work, school, home, and social life, everything was quite routine. But it was a routine that I liked. Until then, I was a bit classic, simple, didn't call attention to myself by leaving my comfort zone. My husband was always a bit more open in this sense. He liked to show me off, he would encourage me to wear tight clothes, low-cut tops, and I would give him what he wanted even though they seemed ridiculous to me. Sometimes we had fantasized about the possibility of a third person but never concretized anything; it always stayed there, in those moments of excitement in bed, and then it was forgotten. In those moments of excitement, we had agreed that if something happened with someone, I could talk to him about it, and he wouldn't get angry. For years, nothing happened until one day everything changed.
My husband has a cabin on the Paraná River that he usually rents out. He generally takes care of everything himself, but when he's very busy with work, I help him. Most clients are older people, families, groups of friends who come to fish. On this occasion, there were three young men from La Plata, they seemed around 20 years old at first glance, and they came from quite far away. They passed by the house, paid, gave me the keys, stayed for two days in the cabin, and left. That was all normal. The next day, I received a message from one of them saying that he had forgotten a bag with personal items. My husband went to check, found it, and we agreed that he would pick it up during the week. And then I did something I don't usually do - I checked the photo from the side. He was wearing a short, his torso bare, athletic body with marked abs, short beard and mustache that disguised his baby face a bit, and a haircut typical of guys his age. He was very charming in person, I liked his gaze, what a cutie!
A few days later he writes to ask if I could come pick up the backpack and we arrange a schedule. From what little we had talked until then, I was struck by how polite and formal he was. Maybe it was my own prejudice, but being a guy his age, he seemed to be expecting me to say something that wouldn't please him so he could say oh, this is just another annoying guy and have an excuse to get rid of me. But no, nothing. Later I thought, why am I getting so worked up? Why was he going out of his way? The guy only wants to come pick up his stuff and leave, doesn't even register me. He must think I'm just some old hag. Physically, I'm not great, I have a few extra kilos, haven't been to the gym in five years, don't have much cleavage, I'm pretty average, he can't possibly want anything with me.
As I was thinking this stuff over at home, his message arrived saying he was outside. I went out like that, just from the house, wearing pajama pants, a sweater, my hair tied back, no makeup, feeling down, with my self-esteem on the floor. I opened the gate and saw him, we exchanged greetings, crossed a few words, gave him the backpack, and waited for him to leave. Then he started chatting and I followed along. He had good conversation skills, always finding an angle to keep talking and not cut it off. Ten minutes went by, I felt more relaxed, started wondering if he liked me or was just being chatty. I don't know how we got onto food, he led the way, and that's when I decided to take the initiative and say:
-Do you want to come grab a coffee? You've come from quite a ways away and... You ate nothing. My husband isn't here...
He, with total naturalness, accesses. Without doing what would have been an uncomfortable pause before my proposal, following the conversation with total fluency. What left me tranquil on one side and made me think: Was this what I was looking for? Am I falling into his trap?.
We took coffee at home, chatted about everything a bit until my husband sent me a message saying he was arriving. He understands it's time to leave, I get up to open the door for him and as we say goodbye at the front door, he gives me a kiss on the mouth which I respond to. It was a little peck, when I see I liked it, he gives me another one a bit longer with tongue. At that moment, I felt like I hadn't felt in years. He says: We'll follow her on WhatsApp and I reply: Okay, send me a message when you arrive, like a girlfriend.
When returning home, I didn't believe what had just happened. I sat down on the couch to wait for my husband, put my hand under my underwear and was super wet. I thought: Do I tell him or not?. Until he arrived, but the decision I made, I'll tell you next time.
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