demasiada ambicion

It has been more than ten years since I've been living with Ernesto, we have two daughters of six and four years old respectively, I'm a housewife. We lead a traditional life, middle class to high class, he works for an international supermarket chain, occupying the second management position in the local branch.

His work allows us to live well, small luxuries, vacation several times a year, some abroad, a car each, latest model, a big comfortable house with multiple rooms, cleaning service, fine clothes, private school, club members, and other details that don't matter.

Let's say I'm a happy woman, as I said, mother of two beautiful daughters, satisfied in bed, I don't have many complaints about the life I live.

Only a small scandal occurred, which Ernesto was guilty of, although he denies it. I think the only criticism I've always had towards him and has always been the cause of our arguments is his excessive hunger for power, he's a man who never conforms to what he has, more he wants, more he needs, the status as he always says, willing to do anything to climb another rung.

I believe in some way he's not happy and will never be, he wants a certain car and collapses until he gets it, but after a few months, when he's achieved his goal, it no longer gives him pleasure, he's already looking at another one, more expensive, and so on, a vicious circle.

On the other hand, he argues that if I were like him, I'd still be where we started, sweeping floors between the shelves, and the truth is that seeing him as second in command left me with few possibilities to discuss his point of view.

It all started some time ago, Jose Luis Amprocio, president of the local branch, or rather, number one, was about to retire, and Ernesto became especially obsessed with that position, it meant reaching the top, it was a possibility. From my side I tried to calm him down, so he would comment that it was probable, but not. sure, he was running with the advantage of knowing no one knew the area, clients, suppliers, problems, but there was also the possibility of thinking about transferring to another branch or why not a young professional, in both cases Ernesto would be at a disadvantage.

Ernesto was quite confident with me, he knew he was contacting his superiors from home central very often, even going over old Amprocio, wanted to shine and gain an advantage in the short career to stardom.

As it happens in these cases, this person decided to visit the place, those political visits to evaluate the facilities, say goodbye to the old and arrange the chair for the new, then Ernesto confessed to me that he had invited Arturo Monardez to dinner at home, basically the guy who had the decision in his hands.

This didn't seem illogical to me, beyond what seemed normal to invite the old Amprocio as a courtesy, but he told me not to, that the old one would be a nuisance and already part of the decor.

But I didn't expect the request my own partner made next:

- My love, I need to ask you something... I know Monardez too well, better than you imagine... the guy has a weakness for women, too much weakness...
- Yes? look...
- Well, I think it would be very good for our future, that while we're having dinner, you seduce him a bit...
- What are you talking about?
- Just dress well, look good, be condescending, provoke him, you know, like women do...

I answered with fury

- How do women do it? how do women do it? damn! what do you want? That I sleep with the guy for your future? that I prostitute myself?

He responded trying to calm my anxiety

- No... no my little love... how could I think you'd want me to sleep with him? I just say make him believe he can have sex with you, it would be a tool we'd have to incline the balance in our favor...

And well, the ... discussion, but as always, Ernesto managed to convince me, I don't know how he does it, but he always does... The truth is that by Friday night, he had arranged everything, coordinated with my parents to leave the girls, bought dinner at an exotic French restaurant, cleaned the house like for an exhibition, and even chosen what clothes I should wear. When the moment came, after bathing, he suggested I comb my hair and put on big earrings that almost reached my shoulders, I had put on a sexy lingerie set with lace and embroidery, a tiny thong that slid down my legs to cover my sex, adjusting the thin strap at the back between my breasts. Ernesto just entered the bedroom when I was arranging my breasts, then suggested I not wear a bra, since he had paid for them and wanted to enjoy them as he pleased, because after breastfeeding the girls, my nipples had become small and stretched, so I convinced him to put in moderate-sized implants. So I put on a tight pink sweater with a suggestive round neckline, my pointed nipples were noticeable, then a tight skirt that reached mid-thigh, too tight for my taste, my hips and butt had grown too much after childbirth, but there was no way to argue with this man... I was still painting my eyes when the doorbell rang, Ernesto called me to present myself to Arturo. Arturo was younger than I imagined, tall, between blonde and brown-haired, with an exquisite European style, perfectly shaved and well-dressed, with a gray suit underneath which showed a black shirt that matched his shoes. I extended my hand but he went further and gave me a kiss on the cheek, I inhaled an exquisite fragrance and sensed a natural seducer, I felt nervous, his eyes seemed to devour me, it bothered me. Ernesto took his coat while adjusting it on the hanger The view got lost in the muscles that were being drawn under her tight sweater. Our guest sat down at the table, we went to the kitchen for food, and I took advantage of the seconds of intimacy to claim: - How does she look at me? But he replied, surprising me: - Yes, just as I imagined! We see a girl! Try harder... We returned to the table, Arturo and I facing each other, while Ernesto took the head seat, to the left of the first one and to my right. While dinner was developing, the three of us talked about everything a little, but each in our own language, Ernesto focusing on his longing, Arturo focused on my breasts, which seemed like two balls ready to explode, and I didn't know what to do or what I should be doing? It occurred to me to do what I had seen in several movies, I undressed one of my feet leaving the shoe on the floor, stretched out my leg seeking the intimacy of our guest, who continued talking to my husband as if nothing was happening, but lowered his hand to caress my toes and ankle while adjusting himself against his package. In some way I felt strange, excited, because my husband was there just being oblivious to everything and this was taking me out of years of emotional stagnation, then following the game I stretched a little more, pressing well in the depth of his groin, until it started to bother him, which made me smile from inside... I put on my shoe and went to the kitchen looking for some things that were missing, not without giving the air a kiss like who doesn't want anything. When I came back Arturo cut off the conversation and with a loud voice said: - Wait, wait, woman, stay there... Ernesto, please take this as a compliment and don't get offended, you're so lucky! You look? See how beautiful she is? How fortunate you are... My husband smiled in agreement, and I felt flattered, he continued in Spanish that sounded very Spanish to me - Look, I'm going to ask you for a favor, can they change seats? Because I need to concentrate on what We talk, and frankly, having her right in front of us, because my eyes keep drifting to her and I get lost... Ernesto nodded at the change, my feelings found each other, on one hand, I no longer remembered what it was like to feel beautiful and attractive to a man, and not just feel it, but have him say so in that respectful way, on the other hand, my husband's passivity terrified me, I felt like he was giving me away like a piece of meat for his objectives. We continued the evening, the truth is that he no longer looked at me, and I was a little disappointed, but minutes later, with the same skill as before, I felt one of his hands on my thigh, as if nothing, they kept talking, slowly, like probing my reaction, it was rising centimeter by centimeter, I contracted instinctively, until where would it go? Until when should I let it go? What was the limit? I felt it rise slowly, his hand had slipped into my inner thighs and was seeking to advance, already under my skirt, I felt myself getting wet, being flooded, looked down, my nipples had grown and were marking themselves like two large buttons on the tight shirt, I felt shame and contracted, closing my legs with a snap, like a guillotine, forcing him to abort the attempt, when only a few centimeters separated him from my wet sex... Arriving at dessert time, I noticed that Arturo's frozen cake had been left outside the refrigerator and had melted, also discovered it was intentional, my husband had planned it, when he exclaimed: - There are no problems! I'm going to take a break and get something from the ice cream shop! It's just two blocks away... And I noticed how he dissuaded his superior from accompanying him, that's when I asked for a minute of intimacy to discuss the topic. - Ernesto, don't leave me alone with this man... - Okay, we've got it down pat... - Ernesto, really, you have no idea how he looks at me, like he touched me under the table! - Ja! ja! You said so, almost there, not love... you're great! - But not Be stupid! Do you want me to catch you? - Always so exaggerated… - But Ernesto… Ernesto!!!.... ERNESTO!!!! My words remained floating in the air as I left myself alone in the kitchen, felt him taking the keys and saying goodbye, damn it… I put things away, leaving Arturo in the main living room, wanted to make time and avoid all contact, but he didn't take long to come to my side, was stickily clingy with me, think he had drunk too much, maybe the short skirt I was wearing, leaving my legs bare and almost drawing my hips and glutes, was awakening his animal instinct. Felt his gaze fixed on my body, felt it like a hungry wolf and I wasn't doing anything to excite him, but I was exciting him, every time I looked at him sideways he was looking at me, bothered me. Knew his intentions, ignored him and kept preparing things, giving him the back of my neck, felt him coming closer, too close, until he leaned against my body, pushed me away with a protesting movement: - Stop Arturo! you're crazy? Arturo ignored me, went at it again and started rubbing his package on my butt, protested again: - Enough! I'm a married woman and faithful above all things - And what's the problem? There's always a first time… The guy was getting annoying, his hands were running up and down my legs, making me wet, started to lose control, was leaning on the counter, prisoner, with him at my back. His fingers ran along the inside of my thighs, went up, felt him breathing too close, lifted my skirt a bit, couldn't cut it off, my chest was pounding hard, my breath was getting shorter, wanted Ernesto to come back, but he wasn't coming… - Stop Arturo... stop... please do... Arturo ignored my words, knew he wouldn't stop, took one of my hands and led it behind him, made me take his naked member, didn't know when he had undressed it, closed my eyes, caressed it softly, it was quite thick, not very long... I combed his circumcised glans, it was already rubbing my intimacy, squeezing the fine thong fabric to the point of almost inserting it into my holes, I had relaxed, was lost, at that moment I already had three fingers inside my juicy vagina, was flooded, my body desired what my words denied, felt running my underwear, lifting the skirt leaving my ass for him, he settled behind me, aimed and buried himself suddenly making me scream, almost lifting me off the air.

He covered my mouth and scolded me

- Shhhh! Don't make a scene...

Then he continued without removing his hand from my mouth, holding me rhythmically, silencing my moans, his cock felt beautiful entering and exiting, filling me like a woman, giving me small orgasms one after another until I was completely filled.

With each push it seemed to lift me off the air, passed his free hand in front of me to undress and massage my breasts, I broke down in pleasure.

Suddenly he started moaning like a bull, I felt him swelling inside me, I felt him coming, his masculine honey filled my sex, I moaned with...

I looked at the clock on the wall, only five minutes had passed, but what five minutes!

He was a gentleman, as he had taken care of running my thong now he took care of putting it back in its place, even lowering the skirt. I was still adjusting my breasts when I felt the door lock.

Ernesto unaware of everything, Arturo as if nothing had happened, and I, with a terrible shame, unable to look at either of the men.

My discomfort increased while we ate dessert, feeling like the contained semen in my body was slowly dripping into my intimate clothing, I felt dirty, slut, and even guilty for not having set limits.

When we went to bed, Ernesto was so happy that he almost forced me to make love, his joy was so great that he couldn't even notice my mental absence during the act.

With the days I got used to it, I locked up my secret with chains and... chains, until I assume it in the depths of my being. For my husband, things did not turn out as he intended, the position was covered by a young professional which meant a ceiling to his aspirations, plus, unknowingly, he had lost the fidelity of his wife...