La invitación...

The auto insurance guy can seem like a perfect world, idyllic, where we all support each other and move together in sync, but like any work environment, there are also meanness, resentments, and betrayals. In my personal experience, I had been having problems with a colleague, Marcos, whom I had already clashed with several times. Simply put, I didn't like how he worked, and he felt the same way about me. So we almost always clashed. The straw that broke the camel's back was when he tried to take away some of my clients by offering them cheaper insurance than mine, but it came with a trap - the policy didn't include towing service. As soon as I found out what he was doing, I confronted him in person. We argued, like always, but since we were at work, we couldn't say everything we wanted to, so we left to get a coffee. We spent over two hours talking, almost three, and to my surprise, we ended up reconciling more than arguing. Marcos acknowledged that he had been wrong in some things, several things, I acknowledged that I had been wrong too, since I'm not a nun either, and finally we reached an agreement to try to get along and not mess with each other's work. We left feeling so comfortable with each other that... we ended up having sex. Yes, I got laid by my former archenemy. At the end of our chat, when we had put all our cards on the table and spoken honestly, settling at least some of our differences, Marcos stood up to leave and recognized: It's a lie, but in the end we're going to end up being friends... adding as a joke The only thing missing is going to a hotel... -Not a bad idea...- I said, shaking his hand and holding it tight while he processed what I had just said. It was a good screw, not one that would drive you crazy, but it exceeded the average, which is already saying something. And. The final, he asked if he could come on my face, something his girlfriend, an administrative assistant from the same broker, with whom he has been dating for a couple of months, doesn't like. When it comes to cum, I don't have any inhibitions, so I let him paint me with cum... From sworn enemies, we had passed to friends with benefits, almost without a scale. And this would have been my story, something more extensive and detailed, of course, if what happened afterwards hadn't happened and left the adventure with my colleague in the background. From the hotel, I won't go back to the office, I'm going straight home, well screwed, like many other evenings. Surprisingly, my husband had already arrived, although he usually comes home much later. He greets me with a kiss on the lips and tells me: Take a shower and get dressed up because we have dinner guests tonight.... I thought it would be some wine merchant that he wanted to add to his company or people from his work, but when I asked who was coming, I was left speechless. The neighbors from the ninth floor, the new ones, the ones with twins... - he emphasizes as if I needed more references to identify them. Ah yes? - I pretend like I just remembered them. I ran into Fabián... my husband... we chatted for a bit and I ended up inviting him to dinner with his wife...- he explains the context of the invitation. That guy is really cool... - he says, which I couldn't agree more with. And yes, he's fucking your wife..., I think. There was no turning back, the invitation had been made, if I refused or hinted at some obstacle, it could lead to suspicion, so all that was left was to get through this evening as best as possible. I took a shower and got dressed up formally, without anything suggestive. Not even did I wear makeup. Around nine thirty, the agreed time, the doorbell rings. They're here..., I think. It's not possible for me to be so nervous about a man, I'm a woman who has had countless lovers, even spent hours with one in a... hotel, how can it be that it seems like a teenager who is going to receive her boyfriend at home for the first time? My husband opens the door, and there they are, Fabian and his wife, Fernanda. She brings a tray with dessert, and he a bottle of liquor. They enter, we greet each other, and my heart threatens to jump out of my chest when he greets me with a kiss. It's not the first time I've been in a situation like this, sharing the same space with a lover and his wife, without her knowing, of course, that we're screwing behind their backs. When I was pregnant with Ro, Bruno's wife used to rub my belly every time we met, unaware that the baby I was expecting was her husband's. After giving birth, she came to visit me at the clinic, and while I was breastfeeding my newborn, she said it looked just like her dad, referring to my husband. Identical..., I'd say, although I meant his. While Fernanda helps me set the table, my husband and Fabian review the wine selection in the kitchen, a showcase of the most exclusive brands. From the corner of my eye, I see them talking, trying to agree on which one to choose for dinner. Although not an oenologist like my husband, Fabian seems to know a lot about wines, so they maintain a pleasant conversation about it for a while. We sit down at the table, eat, and after finishing, they congratulate me on the meal. I don't say it, but it's a bought lasagna, thawed for the occasion. Even I turn red like a tomato when Fabian says it's the best lasagna he's tried in a long time. But what's wrong with me? I hope neither my husband nor his wife notices how this man affects me. The signs are clear, but none of them seem to notice. When we finish eating, I get up and collect the plates, Fernanda wants to help but I tell her not to bother, that she should stay since she's having an interesting conversation with my husband about politics. Excuse me, can I use the bathroom? Fabian asks. My husband tells him where is it, so I also get up. I leave the dirty plates in the sink of the kitchen and prepare the dessert plates, although I haven't served them yet, since we just finished dinner. I go back to the living room, I'm leaving the kitchen when Dad's twins' dad, who returns from the bathroom, passes by and gives me a tremendous hand on my butt. Almost instinctively, I give him a slap. We're out of sight of our partners, so there's no risk of being seen, but my son Ro could wake up, like many nights, because he's thirsty and I wouldn't want him to see how a perfect stranger is fondling his mom's butt. -I like how you show your nails, kitty...- he says in a whisper and continues on his way to the living room. I stay there for a moment, altered, shocked. With just one caress, my nipples got hard. How am I going to keep sharing with them at the table, acting as if nothing happened? I go back to sitting down, and share the liquor that Fabián brought and is already serving. I don't make it any longer, after dessert and a pleasant after-dinner coffee, it's time for goodbyes. It was past midnight when we accompanied them to the door, thanked them for their company, and until next time... And that ends the evening... doesn't it? No, because as I'm collecting the glasses and some utensils left on the table, I realize there's a cell phone that isn't ours. I tell my husband, who is already asleep, and half-asleep he says: -We'll return it tomorrow...- -What if they have an urgent call?- -Take it then...- simplifies. And I thought I was finally done with everything. I put on my nightgown, slip on my slippers, and go up to our neighbors' apartment. I don't ring the doorbell, since Fernanda had received a message from the girl who stayed to take care of the twins before saying goodbye, to warn her that they were already waking up, so I assumed she would have given them her breast and made them sleep. So I gently knock on the door. last blow, the door opens, and who's on the other side? Yes, Fabián... -They forgot a cell phone on the table...- I say naively. -I left it intentionally, to come back and see you...- he confesses, and grabbing my waist, adds -I couldn't sleep without kissing you- And right there, at his apartment door, with his wife and kids inside, he kisses me. -Wait, what are you doing? Look if your wife sees us!- I reprimand while trying to free myself. -She's already asleep...- he says -After giving the twins' pacifiers, she fell like a fainting spell...- -Just the same, she can wake up...- I insist. -She won't wake up even with an earthquake, if when the twins start crying, I have to wake her up- -Yes, but...- I try to oppose, to resist, but he's already dragging me inside. Now, apart from kissing me, he's putting his hand between my legs. He pulls out his fingers, wet with my sex flow, and sucks them. -See? You're as hot as I am- he replies. And he's right. I can't deny or hide it. I'm so hot that for a moment I don't care if we get caught. I take off my underwear, and let him put his fingers in me without any obstruction. He's wearing a sports short and a T-shirt, so all he has to do is lower the short to reveal once more that supreme cock that's causing such a commotion in my life. I get down on my knees and suck it, feeling with each suck every bit of its power and vigor. I love when he grabs it with one hand, and like a whip, he lashes me with that thick and veiny meat from side to side of my face. When he lets go, I go back to sucking it with even more enthusiasm, swallowing almost all the cock until I'm choking. He lifts me up, makes me recline on the sofa backrest, and penetrating me from behind without protection this time. -Uuuffffffffhhhh... Uuuffffffffhhhh... Uuuffffffffhhhh...!- my moans are more than expressive, although I try to contain myself considering the context we're in. While he's fucking me, I'm keeping In every moment my attention is towards the bedroom door. His apartment has the same layout as ours, so I assumed that behind that door his wife should be sleeping. Although this is something I don't desire at all, the possibility of her waking up suddenly and finding us fucking in the living room adds more thrill to the moment. I take my breasts out of my nightgown, grab his hand and make him squeeze and caress them while he pumps me with desperation, as if he couldn't hold back the urgency he has to screw me. I also play with the idea that my husband realizes I'm taking a long time to get back and decides to come looking for me, finding me deliciously stuck in our neighbor's cock. What do you want? You invited him to dinner, now I'm giving him dessert..., I imagine saying as an excuse. But no, neither my husband nor his wife appear, remaining unaware of the trap we're committing. When it ends, he grabs my hips tightly and plunges deep into me, injecting his semen in a way that's more than abundant and overflowing. What a way to cum...! It seems like he can't stop ejaculating, which somehow confirms what we feel for each other, an excitement beyond all limits... After the heat of the moment, fears and worries appear. What if we get caught? I lift my skirt from the floor and put it on while he shakes his cock off and puts on his short. Do you have paper or anything? I ask almost urgently, putting a hand on my pussy so it doesn't come out. After sex, gravity does its job, and everything that had been ejaculated is looking for an escape route. I can't leave like this, staining the hallway and elevator with semen, so I grab a handful of tissue paper and put it inside my skirt as a makeshift cloth. I have to go... I whisper, giving him a kiss before looking around... Last time I head towards the bedroom door to make sure it's still closed. I return home in silence, almost tiptoeing. I get into the bathroom, sit on the bidet, and... PLOP... PLOP... PLOP...! The semen starts overflowing in heavy clots. I wash myself well, pushing hard for everything to come out and go back to bed. My husband is already deeply asleep, so I don't have to explain my delay... After all, he himself told me to return the cell phone...