Stealthy...

Sunday afternoon, we're at home, the kids are taking a nap, my husband is reviewing some documents from the cellar on his laptop, and I'm making time by watching a movie on Netflix, anxious for it to be four o'clock. In the morning, we had gone out for a walk, and when we returned, we crossed paths with our new neighbors from the ninth floor, who were leaving with their twins in strollers. My husband still didn't know them, so they introduced themselves... I found out that my neighbor's name is Fabián, and he knew that I'm called Mariela... we greeted each other, gave them an official welcome to the building, and when it was time to say goodbye, as HE approached to give me a kiss, very discreetly, he whispered in my ear: On the balcony at four... My husband and his wife were greeting each other, so the situation went completely unnoticed by them, not by me, who already started feeling goosebumps. It's just past noon, how am I going to make it until then? A few minutes before four, I turn off the TV, get up, and tell my husband: Love, I'm going to buy bills I don't know if he heard me, since he was concentrated on his work. Something about a cost difference that needed to be resolved as soon as possible... I put on a jacket, grabbed the keys, and left. Obviously, I wasn't going out, but up in the elevator to the top floor, then one more floor by stairs, and already I'm in front of the door leading to the balcony. Of course, what my neighbor was referring to wasn't the balcony itself, but that narrow space, almost a corridor, where barely two people can fit. I arrive before him, so it's up to me to wait, but there's such heat that I can't stand it, and putting one hand inside my jogging pants, I start consoling myself. When he arrives a few minutes later, he finds me standing there, back against the wall, masturbating... Hello... Mariela he greets me. Hello... Fabián I whisper. He approaches, kisses me, and replaces his hand with... My own. We don't say anything more, in a moment like this words are superfluous. While he's sticking his fingers almost up to the knuckles, I touch and caress the package between my legs, which is already deliciously inflamed. He doesn't have to ask me, I'll unbutton his pants myself, take out his cock, get down and give him a blow job that makes him let out some very expressive gasps... I'm excited to be sucking it like this, secretly and urgently, almost hidden away, while my husband is doing accounting work and his wife is taking care of the twins on the floor below. I pull it out of my mouth and slap myself in the face with that hard, hot, vigorous mass that's already wet not just from my saliva but also from his own seminal fluid. From above, the father of the twins looks at me possessively, dominantly. He stands up his cock and offers me the feast he has underneath. I eat his eggs with avidity, first separately then together, savoring them, swallowing the juice that comes from sucking it. With my tongue, I go up the shaft, licking everything that's dripping from the tip, and I keep eating it until I'm with my forehead pressed against his belly. I love filling my mouth with cock, feeling the swollen and hot flesh pressing against my palate, squishing my tongue, suffocating me with its delicious magnitude. He makes me stand up, and with one pull he brings down my pants. Underneath, there's nothing, since, foreseeing this, I had taken off my underwear before coming to the appointment. He kneels down and sucks my pussy with absolute expertise, practically putting his whole tongue in. I close my eyes and dedicate myself to enjoying the treatment, listening as he slurps away below, swaying my body to feel more intensely each of his licks. Saying that it makes me delirious with pleasure is an understatement... He stands up, and with his face drenched in my fluids, he kisses me, making me feel my own flavor in his mouth. Then he steps back, takes a condom out of his pocket, tears the package open and puts it on, showing A erection that reveals the degree of his heat. Freeing one leg from jogging and wrapping it around his waist, I offer him the precise angle to penetrate me. He does it with a strong and deep push, thrusting all of my cock at once. I hug him, wrapping my arms around his neck, whispering in his ear as he starts to take me. PUM... PUM... PUM... PUM... PUM...PUM...!!! He puts it all in, compressing his body against mine, filling me with a full and absolute satisfaction. -¡¡¡Like this... Give it to me... So tasty you're taking me... Siiiiii... Siiiii... Ahhhhhhh...!!!- Obviously we don't have too much time, I assumed he was also racing against the clock like me, so we rush to cum, moving together in sync, stroke after stroke, ensuring with each thrust the most intimate and deep penetration. We kiss eagerly, with such intensity that even our breath is gone, and when we look at each other's eyes, we agree on what both of us want, to reach the end together. In pursuit of this goal, we move with greater enthusiasm, climbing together the last hill towards pleasure... -¡¡¡Siiiiii... Siiiiii... Siiiiiiiiiiii...!!!- I gasp. -¡¡¡Go... Go... Vaaaaaaaa...!!!- He yells, accompanying each expression with a strong and accelerated thrust, until that last fatal one that makes me unleash a torrent of moans and gasps, so expressive that he has to cover my mouth with his hand to keep me from screaming in the whole building. He stays inside me, deeply embedded, while our bodies set on fire and vaporize... He pulls out of me, takes off the filled condom and ties it up, making sure it doesn't spill. He leaves it on the floor, beside him, and rolls his pants up, which he had been holding at his ankles until then. When I'm free, I wipe away the moisture from my pussy with a handkerchief he lends me, and get back into jogging. -I'll go first, so I can get rid of the evidence...- he says with a complicit wink, referring to the condom. We We bid each other farewell with a kiss at the top of the stairs, and then he goes down, probably to the basement where the trash cans are. A little while later I go down too, going straight to the bakery to buy the promised bills. When I get home, well wrapped up, the kids are still sleeping and my husband is still immersed in accounting matters. I take advantage of the distraction and head to the bathroom to wash myself, covering any possible leftover sex with soap and perfume. Only then do I approach my husband's desk, give him a kiss, and tell him I'm going to make some mate. He responds with a Hah! without looking up from his laptop. As I heat the water, I can still feel the hangover of recent orgasm, the delicious thrumming of furtive pleasure that doesn't stop moving me...