Por Estar De Curiosa, Me Acosté Con Un Peón

Really the one listening to her saying that that guy had turned her around like she was a medium. Doing everything with her. It caught my attention so much that I stayed quiet behind the door, listening to my maid. She must weigh at least 80 kilos, but despite that and being of short stature, she's a chubby girl, as my husband would say. As curious, I stayed listening to her without her or the cook noticing my presence, so I found out that Finita since the day she arrived has been putting one of the laborers in her bedroom. Not just any laborer, but the skinny one, who according to what I learned from my husband last year is a distant relative of his, a cousin or something like that. The thing is that this skinny guy and Finita have been having relations since she arrived at the estate. Which shouldn't bother me, except because I also know her husband, Carlos Juan. But as I kept listening, I found out that this Flaco guy seems to be the terror of the beds in the estate and its surroundings. According to my maid, not only is he very well-endowed, but he also knows how to treat a woman very well in bed. I was no longer surprised, since Finita was telling the cook in detail everything her lover had been doing during the three previous nights. How she let him undress her completely and how he kissed and caressed her whole body, feeling his lips all over her body, even making her whole pussy suck. Pulling out deep moans of pleasure from her. But when I thought I'd heard it all, I found out that the cook, despite being around sixty, had also slept with that guy several times. Well, according to what I could hear, Finita even let him fuck her in the ass. As I listened to both of them, I started feeling something from envy and a tremendous internal heat inside my pussy. I couldn't believe it, that my maid, and the cook, were speaking as if they were two whores to their clients. After finishing the party, I asked Finita if she wanted to talk to her. And when I told her that I had heard her tell the cook everything she had done with the guy Flaco. Finita got very nervous, and almost on her knees, and crying, she begged me not to tell her husband about it. Well, according to what I understand, Finita ended up with Flaco that same night, but after they spent the whole night fucking again. I tried not to think more about everything I had heard Finita and the cook say, but since we got back home, every time I saw her or heard her answering the phone, it wouldn't get out of my mind all the things I had heard her say about that Flaco peasant. At first, I simply told myself that they were exaggerations from both of them. But as the days went by at home, I couldn't help but think about the very detailed description I had heard Finita tell and how much she enjoyed it during the time they spent together in bed. It was so much and so much my curiosity that without telling my husband the real reason, I said I was going to spend a few days alone at the estate to rest. My husband must have thought it was fine because he didn't oppose or say anything negative about it. The truth is that when I arrived at the estate, I had no idea what I wanted to do. I had told myself that I wasn't going to find out if everything Finita had said was true or false. But on the other hand, I couldn't stop dreaming of something similar happening. But that afternoon after arriving, I gave myself a refreshing shower and put on my dress while resting in the living room of the estate's mansion, it occurred to me to tell one of the peons, I told Flaco that I needed to see him. Honestly, I had no intention of sleeping with him, but as soon as he entered the room, I couldn't take my eyes off the thick bulge between his legs, imagining myself having a wild sex with him, just like Finita told the cook. At first, it seemed like bad luck, since without thinking much, when Flaco stood in front of me with his hands on his hips, as if challenging me. While I was serving myself and taking a drink, I said to him: Do you know, Flaco, Finita sends her regards. Maybe it was the way I said it or the way I continued looking at his package that made him smile, and sitting down beside me without my asking, he said: Well, ma'am, if you like, you can tell Finita that I also sent my regards. It wasn't what he said but how he said it that was so provocative. In reality, I had no idea what I was thinking; I felt such curiosity about whether what my servant and the cook had said was true that when I heard him say those words, I forgot who I was and without saying a word, got up from the sofa and took him to my bedroom. As soon as we entered, I took off my skirt, threw myself onto the bed, spread my legs, showing him my hairy pussy since I hadn't put on any underwear; I replied: Why didn't you send me your regards in person so that I can deliver them to her when she returns home? For a few seconds, Flaco just looked at my hairy pussy and smiled as he placed his face between my legs, saying: Just like I like them, freshly washed and well-fuzzed. With his fingers and tongue, he was separating the hairs of my pussy, feeling his mouth, tongue, and teeth, not just sucking but also licking and nibbling my clitoris, and the lips of my vagina. In a way that never before, man or woman, had made it for me. I was screaming, moaning, laughing, and even crying from the pleasure that Falco made me feel. When Flaco stopped sucking my pussy, I was exhausted but extremely satisfied, having enjoyed a countless number of orgasms like never before. It's true that I would lie if I said I thought about my husband, although thinking back, I think I did when I compared not only the cock of his cousin with his, but also his way of putting it in and making me happy. Although I don't think I have to say that my husband lost out big time in the comparison. After Falco gave me that tremendous pussy-sucking session, and when I thought nothing could top what I had just enjoyed, he positioned himself behind me, inserting his delicious cock into my pussy while holding my clitoris with one of his hands, making me scream again with pleasure. That afternoon, we didn't stop doing it in my bed, and surely the rest of the guys heard me screaming with pleasure. Since I couldn't contain my screams, laughter, and tears of joy. Feeling like his cock was going in and out of my pussy, and later into my mouth and even my ass. Flaco not only left me super satisfied but also eager to get together again. Something we were doing shamelessly, even in the backyard of the mansion, where surely the rest of the guys could see how I was sucking his cock and letting him do whatever he wanted with me. Of course, my husband found out about everything, not because I told him exactly. But because one of the guys, jealous, called him to tell him what had happened between his cousin and me. But thanks to God, my husband is not jealous, and if he were, that would be his problem, not mine. I satisfied my curiosity, and thanks to that, I can say that I It delighted being so curious