I knew Luis in a chat. I was starting to enter with guilt, yes, but overwhelmed by a marriage that trapped me, a husband for whom I was indifferent, and where the most common communication were arguments and reprimands.
I warned someone different in Luis that I was looking for, in his way of treating me he knew how to attract me at first with a supposed innocent intention of friendship and the same need to open up a window in routine. But secretly, of course.
We chatted a lot, exchanged emails, and gradually the affectionate treatment became constant and necessary. The day finally arrived to meet in person. One morning during the week, with the excuse of doing some shopping, I traveled and we agreed to meet at a bar. I liked him from the start. There he was, with his dark suit, shirt, the beard that he had at that time, and a serious expression that when changed to a smile illuminated.
I assume he liked me, especially because it confirmed his sweet way of treating me. We left without wanting to separate, since he had to go back to work. But since we were on the street, nothing was going to happen. That's why I accepted getting into his car with the excuse of walking a few blocks more and chatting a bit longer. Barely making one block, Luis stopped at an alley and kissed me without warning. A direct kiss, lips on lips, that surprised and scared me, but I didn't reject it.
My religious guilt feelings were overcome after wrestling with my head over the ardent desire to surrender myself to Luis.
In the next encounter, after having talked a lot previously, I accepted going to a motel.
Entering that room for the first time was unforgettable. We finally got to kiss each other passionately and without fear of being seen. Our tongues intertwined, and our feverish hands explored us.
I confirmed how much I like it when they kiss my breasts, because Luis was ravenous and devoted to licking them, squeezing me, biting my nipples, and burying his face between them. So much lust made me moan, and I stopped thinking about my husband and the guilt of being in a hotel with another man at 2 pm on that Thursday when he was devouring my breasts and pulling down my pants.
I let myself be done, and great was my surprise when I saw what Luis was doing to me. I discovered he was very experienced, and couldn't help but compare it to my husband's uninviting way of having sex with me.
Luis started sniffing my pussy like an enraged bull. He was telling me sweet things, talking to me and making baby talk to my pussy as if it were another person. And when I felt his tongue pushing its way between my lips and I felt him searching for my clitoris, I came from pleasure. I felt very wet and involuntarily opened my legs so he could suck me dry at his whim.
My husband had never dared to do that to me before, and I was now discovering it. My lover was making me touch heaven. I think I came twice while he wasn't holding back on the tongue-lashings all over my vagina, exploring inside me, provoking the little button and I trembled with pleasure.
I was there, wife, mother, faithful religious, completely naked in a hotel bed, with a naked man who wasn't my husband.
I loved discovering Luis' nudity, a different body, a penis that quickly poked out erect and hard. Taking it to my mouth was natural for me. And I loved lavishing him with those caresses. I sucked it for a long time, savored his testicles, licked and relicked his glans.
Luis made me spin around and dedicated himself to my Booty. I had never felt such intimate kisses, never had a tongue probed my anus. What Luis did to me has no name. He made me delirious from the boldness of his love, gave me some blowjobs on the ass that made me fear that a little fart would escape and ruin it. But it seemed like nothing mattered to him.
I was already begging him to come inside me, I couldn't take anymore of that lust and not being satisfied by his cock buried in me.
Finally he put me on my knees, grabbed my hips, pressed the tip of his cock into my pussy and slowly and without pause went in. It was glorious. The first of many times he made it mine, that I made him mine, secretly during almost three years of clandestine love and luxury.
I warned someone different in Luis that I was looking for, in his way of treating me he knew how to attract me at first with a supposed innocent intention of friendship and the same need to open up a window in routine. But secretly, of course.
We chatted a lot, exchanged emails, and gradually the affectionate treatment became constant and necessary. The day finally arrived to meet in person. One morning during the week, with the excuse of doing some shopping, I traveled and we agreed to meet at a bar. I liked him from the start. There he was, with his dark suit, shirt, the beard that he had at that time, and a serious expression that when changed to a smile illuminated.
I assume he liked me, especially because it confirmed his sweet way of treating me. We left without wanting to separate, since he had to go back to work. But since we were on the street, nothing was going to happen. That's why I accepted getting into his car with the excuse of walking a few blocks more and chatting a bit longer. Barely making one block, Luis stopped at an alley and kissed me without warning. A direct kiss, lips on lips, that surprised and scared me, but I didn't reject it.
My religious guilt feelings were overcome after wrestling with my head over the ardent desire to surrender myself to Luis.
In the next encounter, after having talked a lot previously, I accepted going to a motel.
Entering that room for the first time was unforgettable. We finally got to kiss each other passionately and without fear of being seen. Our tongues intertwined, and our feverish hands explored us.
I confirmed how much I like it when they kiss my breasts, because Luis was ravenous and devoted to licking them, squeezing me, biting my nipples, and burying his face between them. So much lust made me moan, and I stopped thinking about my husband and the guilt of being in a hotel with another man at 2 pm on that Thursday when he was devouring my breasts and pulling down my pants.
I let myself be done, and great was my surprise when I saw what Luis was doing to me. I discovered he was very experienced, and couldn't help but compare it to my husband's uninviting way of having sex with me.
Luis started sniffing my pussy like an enraged bull. He was telling me sweet things, talking to me and making baby talk to my pussy as if it were another person. And when I felt his tongue pushing its way between my lips and I felt him searching for my clitoris, I came from pleasure. I felt very wet and involuntarily opened my legs so he could suck me dry at his whim.
My husband had never dared to do that to me before, and I was now discovering it. My lover was making me touch heaven. I think I came twice while he wasn't holding back on the tongue-lashings all over my vagina, exploring inside me, provoking the little button and I trembled with pleasure.
I was there, wife, mother, faithful religious, completely naked in a hotel bed, with a naked man who wasn't my husband.
I loved discovering Luis' nudity, a different body, a penis that quickly poked out erect and hard. Taking it to my mouth was natural for me. And I loved lavishing him with those caresses. I sucked it for a long time, savored his testicles, licked and relicked his glans.
Luis made me spin around and dedicated himself to my Booty. I had never felt such intimate kisses, never had a tongue probed my anus. What Luis did to me has no name. He made me delirious from the boldness of his love, gave me some blowjobs on the ass that made me fear that a little fart would escape and ruin it. But it seemed like nothing mattered to him.
I was already begging him to come inside me, I couldn't take anymore of that lust and not being satisfied by his cock buried in me.
Finally he put me on my knees, grabbed my hips, pressed the tip of his cock into my pussy and slowly and without pause went in. It was glorious. The first of many times he made it mine, that I made him mine, secretly during almost three years of clandestine love and luxury.
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