Infidelidad con el mecánico

I'm a kindergarten teacher, mature with several years of being married, since I got married I never had cheated on my husband, despite having many suitors, but my husband has always been very jealous. This wears me out in the long run and if later, friends and colleagues relate their infidelities, then I also had many fantasies until circumstances led me to commit an infidelity, partly because I was forced to. I had gone to a party where there were several teachers and I arrived late, started with his jealousy, making me pass a not-so-pleasant night, it being 10 pm, after arguing, my husband threw the car keys at me and left. A few minutes later, I also left the place, almost on the outskirts of the city, it was semi-dark, I started the vehicle, and decided to move to my house, I hadn't driven a few kilometers when the vehicle, almost new, stopped, tried to start the engine several times but had no result. I called the insurance company by phone but got no response, so I called the mechanic, very well-known to my husband, a man in his early seventies, stout, short, 1.58 meters tall, bald, very dark-skinned, a man who didn't match my tastes at all, tall, slender, educated, and several of that type had asked me out and invited me to dance at the party. While waiting for Don Chon, the mechanic, fear invaded me so I stayed inside the vehicle, besides being a bit drunk, wearing a skirt with bright colors, with a flowy design that reached halfway down my plump thighs, a semi-transparent blouse and a short jacket that allowed me to observe my large breasts, my bra with lace and a B cup, size 40. It was dangerous to be on the road, near a slope, with few houses around and trees. But I didn't stay more than half an hour when Don Chon appeared with a small tow truck, greeting me, good evening teacher, asking myself, and her husband? Look how things are, now he's not coming, this car that stopped, let me answer. I got off the vehicle, but why? The motorists who were passing by, honked, and one or another bold one shouted, mamacita, you're so good, you have such legs or, what a cookie for my dinner. I blushed and told Don Chon to hurry up, tried to start the vehicle, and exclaimed: it's the gas tank! I'll have to take it to the garage. While I was hooking it up, I tried to communicate with my husband, but his phone seemed to be off. I called home and no one answered. Tried to hail a taxi, but in that area, it was impossible. There was no other option than to travel with Don Chon until his garage. Don Chon very attentive told me, maestra, get up on the tow truck, you'll find a taxi there and if not, I'll take you home. With difficulty I climbed up and could smell alcohol, Don Chon was also quite drunk, but there was no other option, besides when he opened the door, I could feel his lustful gaze on my legs and inside the tow truck, I didn't miss a detail of my breasts. The ride seemed eternal, although his garage was only 15 minutes away, we didn't talk until we arrived. He opened the gate, put the tow truck and the car in, but I don't know what happened, that when I realized, with all attention he was helping me get off the tow truck, clearly without stopping looking at my legs and breasts. Be careful, maestra, don't fall, he said, and I think he had noticed I was a bit drunk. Looked at my watch, it was midnight, and I was there alone, with a man who wasn't my husband, although the garage was in his house, apparently Chon's wife was sleeping deeply, besides there was some distance between the garage and the bedrooms. By the way, Chon's wife was a fat, disheveled woman, with long hair, approximately 1.50 meters tall, around 68 years old, contrasting with my slender figure, short hair well styled, and my toned legs, which that night were covered by natural-colored stockings, held up by a light attractive lace and some high heels that allowed me to reach a height of 1.72. Surely Don Chon, outside of some prostitute, had never had a woman of around 40 years old, well-preserved, with a fragrance scent, professional, strangely I began to fantasize. Why not give him the pleasure? Don Chon, I think he was more lustful, because already without any shame I undressed myself from bottom to top in front of his sight, so much that I could notice his erect penis, it looked like a circus tent, showing no embarrassment. However, still I said, maestra, if you want, call your taxi driver friend at the base, although also already knows that with pleasure, sigh, I'll take you. He said, no Don Chon, better talk to your friend, well, he responded, while inviting me to enter a small office where there was a phone and several posters with photos of half-naked women. He talked to his friend, and told me it would take about 30 minutes, meanwhile, opened a desk drawer and took out a poster, but what was my surprise when I saw the woman photographed was me, on the side of my car, of course with clothes, a black sweater-type blouse, a leather miniskirt in black color, stockings, and red shoes. That photo, he said, had been taken on an occasion when I accompanied my husband to the garage, and if I didn't mind, he had done it as a tribute to my beauty and that I wouldn't be upset because he liked me very much. I was surprised, but don't know what happened, that in brief seconds my body shuddered, and a strange sensation of heat invaded me, I was extremely excited, Don Chon, about 30 centimeters away from me, telling me this, came closer to me, I was standing in front of his desk, he passed behind it, saying, maestra, forgive me, but I like you very much, your legs are incredible, a dream body, you're so rich that even I've Masturbated while looking at his picture. Don Chon, finally, got behind me, felt his agitated breathing, I felt a shiver down my back, and managed to say, no Don Chon, I'm leaving, my husband is waiting for me, he'll get angry if I don't arrive, it's very late, better take me home, besides his wife will wake up and wonder. That old woman sleeps all night, never wakes up. I wanted to move but Don Chon had put his thick arms around my waist, don't go teacher, I won't do anything he doesn't like, while he was sighing smelling my fine perfume. I could feel his alcohoic breath resounding on my neck. I repeated again, no Don Chon, let me go, what do you want to do, ask. But Don Chon suddenly squeezed me with his thick and fat body on the desk and I could feel a bulge well behind my Booty that was pushing hard, I shuddered, the temperature rose and all I thought of was enjoying that moment, then appeared to want to get out of that situation so I moved my Booty, my buttocks, up and down in a circular motion while my hands were resting on the desk and Don Chon's arms and hands had taken hold of my waist until one of his hands got under my skirt, grabbing one of my glutes. Mmmmmm, how round and bulging is your ass teacher, it's divine. I couldn't take it anymore and said, don Chon, please spare me, I'm married and so are you, besides the taxi won't be late. Wait, I want to enjoy this moment, and continued caressing my buttocks, playing with the zipper, his mouth was kissing my neck and part of my back. While I pretended to try to free myself, Don Chon kept pressing my waist and with the other hand, he was rubbing the thighs of my legs, I think I couldn't stop it and said, no Don Chon, let me go please, or I'll scream at this moment, responding, teacher, scream because the taxi won't come, nor is my wife and children here, they went home to my mother-in-law. As he said that to me, my excitement grew, knowing that if I didn't do anything else, I would end up stuck in the cock of an old man who was more than 30 years older than me. But still, I couldn't give myself away so easily because Don Chon might think the worst, so I pretended to put up resistance, saying no, Don Chon, let me go, please, don't squeeze me that hard, which gave me an opportunity to get in front of him and take advantage of it by kissing him on the mouth with difficulty. Mmm, what a tasty teacher, what a lovely mouth, what an angelic face, what nice little holes on her cheekbones, while his tongue was entering my mouth and my hands were pretending to push him away. I'm telling the truth, I was super excited, my body towering over his, especially with the high heels with brooches, it was stuck and I could feel his piece of meat as if it had grown, which seemed about to burst out of his pants that fortunately weren't dirty from grease. With fear, I lowered one of my hands but I was surprised because at that moment I felt the bulge, hidden under his pants, was hard, very hard, without more I squeezed it, which made me desire Don Chon to take me even more. Don Chon was kissing me on the mouth but slowly opened my small bag, underneath my breasts, wanting to eat them, what melons she has, I'm going to have lunch with her permission from her husband. Already Don Chon, let me go, yes, please, I said with a soft voice. I was leaning against the desk and decided to sit down so that Don Chon could kiss me easily again, but also take hold of my waist, put his hands on my thighs, keep kissing my breasts and lower myself to my vagina, lifting up my skirt, pushing aside my lace thong and putting my tongue in my vagina. I pretended to be more drunk and said no, Don Chon, no, let me go, my husband is coming, but Don Chon had stopped putting his tongue in my vagina, got up and was kissing me on the mouth; however, a strong impulse directed my hands towards his penis, which was already out, Don Chon's pants had fallen to the floor, I looked down and could see a tremendous cock, big about 19 cm, very thick, bigger than my husband's by 5 cm, that made me forget everything, and without more, I said, now Don Chon, screw me, put it in, make it yours. I want your little one, I want all your cock. Yes, maestro, of course not, I'll comply, I'll take it, I'll put it in, and opened my legs, I was sitting on his desk, Don Chon caressed my thighs, his fingers ran over my legs, from my shins to my knees. My hands were playing with his penis, helping him find the hole. Don Chon, I said, there's your little hole, that's the house of your bird. Yes, maestro, open it well, because that's where your corn is, my maestro, finally he brought his cock close and began to put it in me slowly, I closed my legs, caught a bit of his greasy body, his belly was feeling heavy on my legs and stomach. But Don Chon, put it in more, like this, it tastes good, ahh, delicious. Do you like it, maestro? Very much, oh dear, said Don Chon, I never thought these fleas would jump on my bed. But which flea, you are a goddess, mamacita, while his penis moved. MMMM, do you want to go in the ass? When he told me this, I was startled, since my husband had not put it there either, but my excitement was so great that I only said, if you want Don Chon, but I warn you that you're going to break me and you have to be careful. Don Chon was fascinated, his eyes popped out, he took his cock out, turned me over carefully, put me on the desk, lifted my skirt, took off my thong which got stuck in my garter, and gave me some slaps on the buttocks. How good your ass is, maestro! I separated my buttocks, opened them up, while I was resting my face on his desk and with one of my hands reaching for Don Chon's cock, which was well-placed and hard, and I tried to pull it towards the hole, into my anus. fatness of Don Chon. Finally, I felt his cock rubbing my ass, and suddenly, I felt a tearing pain, strong, that made me moan and cry tears, but already the head of Don Chon's penis was inside, and again, once more, I felt an even stronger pain, but at the same time pleasant, I think I was already enjoying it, and begging Don Chon not to take it out, never, papacito, let him leave it in forever, and for the first time, I had an orgasm with his cock inserted in my ass, plus losing my anal virginity with Don Chon. Like joy. After Don Chon, who seemed to have the energy of a young man, and after having ejaculated in my ass, he spent some time caressing my legs, kissing them above my stockings, until I took off my miniskirt, my sock, and my bra, leaving me semi-naked, only with my socks, my stockings, my garter belt, I took off my thong, which of course broke, keeping it with my bra as trophies. He sat in a chair, brought me to him, and said, slowly maestra, sit down here, on this headrest, I obeyed, took Don Chon's penis, and put my buttocks and went closer, but still told him, where is Don Chon? He replied, through the vagina, maestra, I'm understanding, I want to try your vagina that hasn't been tried by my cock. If Don Chon, I sat down and his penis was inserting itself into my hole. How tasty Don Chon, like this: if maestra, you're feeling good, as I am enjoying it. We lasted a long time like that, until I had two more orgasms and Don Chon poured semen on me again. He pulled out the penis, and I knelt down to clean it up, swallowing his sperm, also being the first time I did so, because never with my husband I had tried, although he wanted to force me to. We finished, I got dressed, without thong or bra, Don Chon took me home in his car, waited for him to get out and went away, between my husband completely drunk lying on the sofa. Shame of him, the next day he would pick up the car, if not, he wouldn't go. With pleasure I would go