I'm a married woman, with Miguel, for several years. My first infidelity occurred about three years after our marriage and was with Carlos, a friend of my husband's, which is what I will recount below using fictional names for obvious reasons. The rest is the pure truth of what happened.
I had met Carlos on the day of my wedding, invited with his then-girlfriend, now his wife, and he had made a lovely impression on me. He was a good-looking man. He still resides in a city in the interior of the country to this day.
I found out from Miguel that he didn't disdain female company, without considering whether the eventual catch was young or mature, free or committed, single or married.
This gave me a hint on the same day, at the end of the celebration reception, when he took advantage of the moment of confusion during greetings, kisses, and hugs with many guests, while Miguel was on the other side of the hall. He approached me and said: Can I greet the bride? He hugged me, kissed my cheeks, and whispered in my ear: What a great shot and luck your husband had! You're very attractive! With his tongue tip, he caressed my earlobe, smiled, and walked away to find Miguel, leaving me dazed, perplexed, and with an incipient unease between my legs that, of course, was appeased by my new husband that night.
Two years and nine months passed without me knowing anything more about Carlos or thinking about him. With Miguel, we lived well, life flowed smoothly, we had sex almost daily, and some days when he was inspired and in shape, we did it two or three times.
Until we decided to take advantage of a long weekend and make an escape to the interior. Do you remember Carlos, that friend of mine who came to our wedding? I called him on the phone to tell him we'd be just a few kilometers from his house. He invited us to visit him and his wife Carolina. The forecast says it will be lovely and hot weather. He proposes spending a day by Lake X... the strip of land immediately adjacent to the water, of the lake, Carlos gave the initial kick-off of what would be my first extraconjugal escapade months later.
In the afternoon, after digesting the picnic, Carolina proposed a diving excursion. I politely declined the invitation while my husband showed enthusiasm.
-We only have a couple of snorkels, masks, and frog legs. Go with Miguel and Caro. The landscape underwater is lovely, you won't regret it, I assure you. I'll be back later. I'm not tired of enjoying myself.
Once I saw them go off to dive, I lay down on my towel, covered only by a bikini and sunscreen, with my eyes half-closed and my legs slightly apart.
-I must say my friend really chose well- murmured Carlos as he sat down, at the height of my hips, looking at me laughing. He brought his hand back and placed it on one of my legs and started caressing it, going from the ankle to the foot and then up to the knee and back down to the ankle, pausing for a moment before moving it up the thigh again, both of us in silence, I fascinated, hypnotized by his indecorous rubbing, he with an inflamed gaze, until we reached the end, when he pressed his palm against my pubic area and pinched his fingers almost inserting the bikini fabric into my vulva. He threatened to kiss me, and I turned my head away. His landing was on my cheek and slid down to my neck, and the tip of his tongue caressed the lobe of my ear.
-Carlos, finish up and leave. Carolina and Miguel are coming back. If they find you like this, it'll be a mess!!
-Calm down, Laura. We have time. He replied, still holding onto the bikini fabric. That's when I realized I was wet and so was he:
-I knew you'd warm up easily. For now, I'll leave you and go. We'll see each other again and pick up where we left off...
He got up and walked away with his ironic smile, always looking back at me. When he returned, they had already come back. my husband and his wife.
-I went to put water in the radiator of the car. I was afraid of forgetting that it has a small loss and I don't want to have problems when returning to the city-
Added with nonchalance.
-Do you, Laura, feel like diving for a bit now?-
-No, thank you very much. I'll stay taking sun-
-You're missing out! Let's go Caro?
When left alone with Miguel, he, without suspecting and not thinking, said:
-I had a lot of fun swimming submerged. Carolina showed me natural places that are admirable. Did you enjoy the quietness and tranquility of the place in Carlos' company?-
I was quiet while your friend was fondling me!! ... And yes, that one gets wet where it goes! I passed well. I thought, but answered with clichés that I had enjoyed the time he was away.
About three months later:
-Laura, my friend Carlos has called me to say that he'll be coming to the city in a few days and will come to visit us as soon as possible-
The words of Carlos came to mind, by the lake, with his hand on my wet pants, due to his fault or merit. Of course, he would come home with his wife and Miguel would be there, so I wouldn't be able to take any liberties.
I wondered what calm and agitated behavior I would have, considering that my raja was sending unmistakable signals of appreciation for the visit?
A few days later, Miguel finally told me:
-Carlos is coming to dinner with us on Sunday-
-Isn't it better if he comes on Saturday?-
-He can't and, as you know, I'll be leaving on Monday-
-Okay. We'll have a cheese and cold cuts platter, peppered beef and I'll buy tiramisu for dessert. Carolina told me it's her favorite-
-The menu sounds good, but Carlos is coming alone, Carolina couldn't come with him-
Ah, we're going to be alone with Carlos! Anyway, since Miguel is present, he won't have any opportunity to bother or disturb me with some inappropriate advance. I thought. However, inside me, I felt a strange sensation. ¡¡Really did I not want to be bothered?!!!
On Sunday at 8:00 pm sharp, Carlos arrived with a bouquet of flowers for me and an old rum bottle for coffee and digestif after dinner.
A Malbec red wine toast marked the start of the dinner, which was pleasant, lively, and full of congratulations for the cook. In the living room, we had several cups of coffee and a good part of the rum bottle's content, amidst conversations, laughter, and joy.
When the evening was almost over, Miguel went to the bathroom, leaving me alone with Carlos for a short time. He sat next to me, hugged me, kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear:
-Optimal dinner, pleasant company... when I leave, look closely at the bouquet of flowers-
And, as on the two previous occasions, he licked my ear more deeply this time.
After that, he waited for Miguel's return and bid farewell. He left me feeling warm again, thinking about what he had said.
I put the flowers in a vase in the living room without noticing anything strange.
Miguel asked if I wanted him to help with cleaning up the kitchen. I told him no, that he could go to bed and I would join him a few minutes later.
He went to the bedroom, and I collected cups, saucers, and plates, leaving them in the kitchen to wash and store for the next day. Then I returned to the living room to rummage through the bouquet of flowers. I found a note card with a cell phone number and two words: call me, Carlos.
A wave of heat rose from between my legs. I went to the bedroom with an intense desire to make love. The wine and rum had won: Miguel was sleeping deeply. On the bright side, he had to get up early for his trip. I had to settle for fingers and a hairbrush handle in the bathroom.
The next morning, while washing and storing dishes, I thought about the previous night's events, including Carlos' kiss on my ear, the solitary pleasure in the bathroom, and the note card with his cell phone number. pocket with my hand, I looked at her and decided not to call him. As time passed, my certainty of not calling him dwindled while, simultaneously, the desire between my legs increased and my panties got wet. ¡Mier..! Wife since a few years ago and already hot for another man, should I call or not? ... I picked up and put down the mobile phone several times, dialed the number on the card, pressed the Talk button and then immediately turned it off, .... Should I call or not? Finally, I pressed Redial and Talk, almost short, but I felt her voice:
-Hola… hola….Hola–
I delayed returning her greeting, barely whispered, but he realized:
-¡Lauraaa! ¡What a pleasure to hear you. I see you found the card among the flowers. How are you?-
Without breath, almost trembling with emotion:
-Siii… I found it …. I think it's best to cut this off here, Carlos…
-¿Por qué? ¿De qué tienes miedo? No muerdo…
-No, but I'm afraid that ….. you'll eat me in one bite…
I heard his laughter
-You're invited to lunch, Laura. Let's pick up where we left off at the edge of Lake X..
I didn't expect such an explicit and immediate invitation.
-But… no, I don't know… so impromptu…
-daleee…. Don't make me beg…. I promise to behave …just lunch and chat–
-What you call a chat is what I'm worried about….. it's fine-
-Te espero a las 13 en La Q….. It's close to your house. Are you coming?-
…… esteee …. well…
He hung up the call, without giving me time for a response, perhaps fearing that I would get carried away with the idea.
I was left with my head spinning. What was I doing? I was accepting advances from a man who wasn't my husband, who had put his hand on my wet panties by the water, Is this really it, Laura, do you think you're going to lunch and chatting? I thought.
I went to take a shower and get dressed, trying not to imagine, so as not to increase the excitement that was invading me.
I chose a set of corset and thong, light gray with white flowers, white blouse with drooping sleeves, black chupín pants, and high-heeled sandals. The mirror returned my approving smile. “What's the point? We'll probably just eat and talk, maybe he won't want to risk his friendship with Miguel, ...” I thought as the taxi took me to the restaurant.
I was waiting for him. “Ah, now that I look closely, I have to say that he's really a handsome man”.
Elegant, in a suit and tie, pleasant face, mischievous eyes, short red hair well-groomed, worked physique.
During lunch we conversed amicably about usual topics: our personal stories, he told me how he had met Miguel, his job, current events, etc...
We laughed a lot, both of us. The Malbec we consumed gave a hand ...
I was tense, although I hid it well, waiting for what I thought was coming. And then it came:
-...as I said, my work has allowed me to meet many beautiful women.... but none like this-
He put his fingers in his cell phone and passed it to me:
-Look-
It was a photo of a woman, lying on a white towel in a bikini...... But what a silly thing! It was me the day of the picnic by Lake X...!!! Carlos had touched me and taken my picture without me noticing.... looking closely, he had half-closed eyes.
The memory came to me, and at the same time, the touching and rubbing during sex that he gave me that day.
-When did you take this photo, which I didn't notice?-
-A little after Caro and Miguel left, I had a delicious vision... and I captured this excellent photo, which I never get tired of looking at-
-Please delete it, I don't want to imagine... or have you already shown it to your friends?-
-No, only I've seen your photo, it's just for me. I'll put it in a protected folder from prying eyes. Satisfied?-
-I don't want to imagine how many other photos you have in secret folders-
-A few there are... let's go to a discreet place and I'll show them to you–
He paid the bill and we went to the parking lot. In the car, he gave me a fleeting kiss and put his right hand on my leg. The underwear turned from wet to moist. I was already delivered and eager. With his great pleasure, we ended up at my apartment.
As soon as we entered, he hugged me from behind, pressed his bulge against my booty, had one hand on my left breast, and gave me a kiss on the cheek:
-Do you want to see the photos from my protected folder?
He blew in my ear, sticking his tongue in too. There was no turning back now. I nodded my head. He lifted his cell phone to eye level and manipulated the screen with his fingers. The first photo, a beautiful blonde wearing only a tiny thong, showed her small but hard nipples. I left my mouth open.
-Make the photos run – he blew in my ear again, tongue inside
I remained motionless from surprise: a blondy, taken very close up, was sucking a cock.
-Before you ask, she's sucking me off right now –
I had intuited it. He made her advance, showing photos of the blondy sucking in various poses and in the last one, she with her mouth closed, her cheeks puffed out. She had swallowed everything.
A whirlwind of wild passion erupted. The cell phone disappeared from my view, and his two hands filtered under my blouse and encircled my breasts. I turned around, and he had to release my breasts. We kissed with our tongues intertwined and our lips united like two thirsty people searching for water in the desert. With one hand, I checked the substance of what I had seen on the photo. I found a good piece of hard and hot flesh. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall. I separated my lips from his, knelt down on the carpet, and lowered his cock, freeing it, took it to my mouth, and started sucking it while caressing his inflated and hairy balls with one hand.
I kept going until he grabbed my head with his hands and forced me to release him and stop.
He took off my blouse, put on a bra, sucked my breasts with lips and tongue, pulled down my pants and underwear, and gave me a good pat-down of my buttocks and vulva.
-One second before I get rid of my clothes... Let him walk- he said while sitting on the sofa and taking off his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers that had gotten tangled up at ankle height. Obviously I wasn't going to settle for just a blow job and I, by then, had my sex dripping and crazy urges from the cock I'd had in my mouth.
He picked me up, carrying me by the ass, and took me to the bedroom. That's how, for the first time, he was violated my marital bed.
-...since we've done 30, let's do 31, Carlos, come get me-
I lay down, he took off my shoes, pants, and underwear, climbed on top of me, inserted his cock, which went in easily, and started pumping me, alternating slow with almost violent movements, causing agitated and sudden pubic movements. In a few minutes, he brought me to orgasm while he kept pumping, I had a lake between my legs and the bed was wet, and I was enjoying it like never before with Miguel...I kept enjoying it and he kept pumping, I thought I'd never come, but then he accelerated his movements and:
- Laura... I'm... going... to cum... can I finish inside you?-
He was asking permission to cum inside me, could I say no?
-Of course! You not only can... but I want you to fill me up completely!!-
He gave a few strong thrusts and finally ejaculated four or five shots into my pussy. What a wonder! I felt full and happy and he was still moving slowly inside me, kissing my mouth, neck, licking my ear, and rubbing my sensitive nipples. When he was slowly coming out of me, I felt a kind of sadness, like when you lose something dear, my vagina pulsed and Carlos's sperm mixed with my juices in my legs and on the bed.
I looked at my palms: I thought they would be blue from touching the sky with my hands.
- Laura, it's been marvelous, you're fantastic. You should see your pussy, open and dripping semen. It's a show! I'm going to get the cell phone to take a picture of you-
-Carlos, already- You got what you were looking for! But no photos! I'm sure that late or early, you're going to show it to someone else-
I swear it will be reserved, exclusively for my eyes.
You said you didn't want-
It's okay, but who told you that an unfinished mamadita and a super fucked-up one is all I pretend? Turn around and show me your lovely bum-
Carlos, what intentions do you have?
Fill him up, also the bum, with a good dose of cum, for his-
I laughed and paid attention. He started to caress my little hole, wet from the previous powder, and I got excited by just those things. He must have considered me ready, he withdrew his fingers, climbed on top, and felt the head of his member pushing to open up a path. Luckily, it wasn't his first time there, after passing the glans, I had everything inside and his testicles were hitting my pussy.
-You've got a divine bum, Laurita!
With his hands on my tits, he screwed me with passion and in and out, each time more violent, delighting me until I heard him growl and felt several semen shots in my anus.
What does he have in those balls? I thought during the orgasm.
After coming, he got up and lay down beside me, I turned over, destroyed but pleased and content.
I didn't see him exhausted, on the contrary, he seemed euphoric. It was after 6 pm, we had been having sex for almost three hours.
Recovering slowly, I got up and went to wash myself. He imitated me a little later, gathering his clothes. I thought he would leave:
-It's nice, I'm going out to buy something for dinner, do you mind?
I wanted him to stay and it didn't bother me the prospect of him filling both my orifices again.
-If you want? But we can settle with what was left from last night's dinner if you don't mind. There are leftovers, meat, dessert, and wine.
He didn't mind. About an hour later, he had his mouth, tongue, and fingers sucking and licking my vulva, giving me the nth orgasm- day. Minutes later, while I was making a move to get on top of me and penetrate me, the phone rang. It was my husband. Less bad than not having Carlos inside. I don't want to imagine what would have happened. -Hello Miguel dear, how are you? - I got up to avoid Carlos touching me and not being able to stop moaning or sighing. -I'm fine... cleaning... reading... will you be back tomorrow?- I had the impulse to say: can't you stay one more day? But I told him I missed him and hung up with a good trip and kiss. I went back to bed, and Carlos took me from every angle until almost midnight. -Excuse me, but how do you have so much left over?- I asked when he was leaving for his hotel to pack and rest. -I have to tell you that, luckily, I was favored by nature, but... I confess that when you accepted lunch with me, I took a helping hand- -Don't tell me you took Viagra? - ...yeah!... A laboratory promoter gave me a blister of Cialis and I wanted to try one... good two... It wasn't bad the result- -If you keep this up, tomorrow at your house, Carolina will have to give you a good blow job and something more to get you down, you bastard!- We both laughed and he left. The truth is that I'm a bastard and, besides, a slut.
I had met Carlos on the day of my wedding, invited with his then-girlfriend, now his wife, and he had made a lovely impression on me. He was a good-looking man. He still resides in a city in the interior of the country to this day.
I found out from Miguel that he didn't disdain female company, without considering whether the eventual catch was young or mature, free or committed, single or married.
This gave me a hint on the same day, at the end of the celebration reception, when he took advantage of the moment of confusion during greetings, kisses, and hugs with many guests, while Miguel was on the other side of the hall. He approached me and said: Can I greet the bride? He hugged me, kissed my cheeks, and whispered in my ear: What a great shot and luck your husband had! You're very attractive! With his tongue tip, he caressed my earlobe, smiled, and walked away to find Miguel, leaving me dazed, perplexed, and with an incipient unease between my legs that, of course, was appeased by my new husband that night.
Two years and nine months passed without me knowing anything more about Carlos or thinking about him. With Miguel, we lived well, life flowed smoothly, we had sex almost daily, and some days when he was inspired and in shape, we did it two or three times.
Until we decided to take advantage of a long weekend and make an escape to the interior. Do you remember Carlos, that friend of mine who came to our wedding? I called him on the phone to tell him we'd be just a few kilometers from his house. He invited us to visit him and his wife Carolina. The forecast says it will be lovely and hot weather. He proposes spending a day by Lake X... the strip of land immediately adjacent to the water, of the lake, Carlos gave the initial kick-off of what would be my first extraconjugal escapade months later.
In the afternoon, after digesting the picnic, Carolina proposed a diving excursion. I politely declined the invitation while my husband showed enthusiasm.
-We only have a couple of snorkels, masks, and frog legs. Go with Miguel and Caro. The landscape underwater is lovely, you won't regret it, I assure you. I'll be back later. I'm not tired of enjoying myself.
Once I saw them go off to dive, I lay down on my towel, covered only by a bikini and sunscreen, with my eyes half-closed and my legs slightly apart.
-I must say my friend really chose well- murmured Carlos as he sat down, at the height of my hips, looking at me laughing. He brought his hand back and placed it on one of my legs and started caressing it, going from the ankle to the foot and then up to the knee and back down to the ankle, pausing for a moment before moving it up the thigh again, both of us in silence, I fascinated, hypnotized by his indecorous rubbing, he with an inflamed gaze, until we reached the end, when he pressed his palm against my pubic area and pinched his fingers almost inserting the bikini fabric into my vulva. He threatened to kiss me, and I turned my head away. His landing was on my cheek and slid down to my neck, and the tip of his tongue caressed the lobe of my ear.
-Carlos, finish up and leave. Carolina and Miguel are coming back. If they find you like this, it'll be a mess!!
-Calm down, Laura. We have time. He replied, still holding onto the bikini fabric. That's when I realized I was wet and so was he:
-I knew you'd warm up easily. For now, I'll leave you and go. We'll see each other again and pick up where we left off...
He got up and walked away with his ironic smile, always looking back at me. When he returned, they had already come back. my husband and his wife.
-I went to put water in the radiator of the car. I was afraid of forgetting that it has a small loss and I don't want to have problems when returning to the city-
Added with nonchalance.
-Do you, Laura, feel like diving for a bit now?-
-No, thank you very much. I'll stay taking sun-
-You're missing out! Let's go Caro?
When left alone with Miguel, he, without suspecting and not thinking, said:
-I had a lot of fun swimming submerged. Carolina showed me natural places that are admirable. Did you enjoy the quietness and tranquility of the place in Carlos' company?-
I was quiet while your friend was fondling me!! ... And yes, that one gets wet where it goes! I passed well. I thought, but answered with clichés that I had enjoyed the time he was away.
About three months later:
-Laura, my friend Carlos has called me to say that he'll be coming to the city in a few days and will come to visit us as soon as possible-
The words of Carlos came to mind, by the lake, with his hand on my wet pants, due to his fault or merit. Of course, he would come home with his wife and Miguel would be there, so I wouldn't be able to take any liberties.
I wondered what calm and agitated behavior I would have, considering that my raja was sending unmistakable signals of appreciation for the visit?
A few days later, Miguel finally told me:
-Carlos is coming to dinner with us on Sunday-
-Isn't it better if he comes on Saturday?-
-He can't and, as you know, I'll be leaving on Monday-
-Okay. We'll have a cheese and cold cuts platter, peppered beef and I'll buy tiramisu for dessert. Carolina told me it's her favorite-
-The menu sounds good, but Carlos is coming alone, Carolina couldn't come with him-
Ah, we're going to be alone with Carlos! Anyway, since Miguel is present, he won't have any opportunity to bother or disturb me with some inappropriate advance. I thought. However, inside me, I felt a strange sensation. ¡¡Really did I not want to be bothered?!!!
On Sunday at 8:00 pm sharp, Carlos arrived with a bouquet of flowers for me and an old rum bottle for coffee and digestif after dinner.
A Malbec red wine toast marked the start of the dinner, which was pleasant, lively, and full of congratulations for the cook. In the living room, we had several cups of coffee and a good part of the rum bottle's content, amidst conversations, laughter, and joy.
When the evening was almost over, Miguel went to the bathroom, leaving me alone with Carlos for a short time. He sat next to me, hugged me, kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear:
-Optimal dinner, pleasant company... when I leave, look closely at the bouquet of flowers-
And, as on the two previous occasions, he licked my ear more deeply this time.
After that, he waited for Miguel's return and bid farewell. He left me feeling warm again, thinking about what he had said.
I put the flowers in a vase in the living room without noticing anything strange.
Miguel asked if I wanted him to help with cleaning up the kitchen. I told him no, that he could go to bed and I would join him a few minutes later.
He went to the bedroom, and I collected cups, saucers, and plates, leaving them in the kitchen to wash and store for the next day. Then I returned to the living room to rummage through the bouquet of flowers. I found a note card with a cell phone number and two words: call me, Carlos.
A wave of heat rose from between my legs. I went to the bedroom with an intense desire to make love. The wine and rum had won: Miguel was sleeping deeply. On the bright side, he had to get up early for his trip. I had to settle for fingers and a hairbrush handle in the bathroom.
The next morning, while washing and storing dishes, I thought about the previous night's events, including Carlos' kiss on my ear, the solitary pleasure in the bathroom, and the note card with his cell phone number. pocket with my hand, I looked at her and decided not to call him. As time passed, my certainty of not calling him dwindled while, simultaneously, the desire between my legs increased and my panties got wet. ¡Mier..! Wife since a few years ago and already hot for another man, should I call or not? ... I picked up and put down the mobile phone several times, dialed the number on the card, pressed the Talk button and then immediately turned it off, .... Should I call or not? Finally, I pressed Redial and Talk, almost short, but I felt her voice:
-Hola… hola….Hola–
I delayed returning her greeting, barely whispered, but he realized:
-¡Lauraaa! ¡What a pleasure to hear you. I see you found the card among the flowers. How are you?-
Without breath, almost trembling with emotion:
-Siii… I found it …. I think it's best to cut this off here, Carlos…
-¿Por qué? ¿De qué tienes miedo? No muerdo…
-No, but I'm afraid that ….. you'll eat me in one bite…
I heard his laughter
-You're invited to lunch, Laura. Let's pick up where we left off at the edge of Lake X..
I didn't expect such an explicit and immediate invitation.
-But… no, I don't know… so impromptu…
-daleee…. Don't make me beg…. I promise to behave …just lunch and chat–
-What you call a chat is what I'm worried about….. it's fine-
-Te espero a las 13 en La Q….. It's close to your house. Are you coming?-
…… esteee …. well…
He hung up the call, without giving me time for a response, perhaps fearing that I would get carried away with the idea.
I was left with my head spinning. What was I doing? I was accepting advances from a man who wasn't my husband, who had put his hand on my wet panties by the water, Is this really it, Laura, do you think you're going to lunch and chatting? I thought.
I went to take a shower and get dressed, trying not to imagine, so as not to increase the excitement that was invading me.
I chose a set of corset and thong, light gray with white flowers, white blouse with drooping sleeves, black chupín pants, and high-heeled sandals. The mirror returned my approving smile. “What's the point? We'll probably just eat and talk, maybe he won't want to risk his friendship with Miguel, ...” I thought as the taxi took me to the restaurant.
I was waiting for him. “Ah, now that I look closely, I have to say that he's really a handsome man”.
Elegant, in a suit and tie, pleasant face, mischievous eyes, short red hair well-groomed, worked physique.
During lunch we conversed amicably about usual topics: our personal stories, he told me how he had met Miguel, his job, current events, etc...
We laughed a lot, both of us. The Malbec we consumed gave a hand ...
I was tense, although I hid it well, waiting for what I thought was coming. And then it came:
-...as I said, my work has allowed me to meet many beautiful women.... but none like this-
He put his fingers in his cell phone and passed it to me:
-Look-
It was a photo of a woman, lying on a white towel in a bikini...... But what a silly thing! It was me the day of the picnic by Lake X...!!! Carlos had touched me and taken my picture without me noticing.... looking closely, he had half-closed eyes.
The memory came to me, and at the same time, the touching and rubbing during sex that he gave me that day.
-When did you take this photo, which I didn't notice?-
-A little after Caro and Miguel left, I had a delicious vision... and I captured this excellent photo, which I never get tired of looking at-
-Please delete it, I don't want to imagine... or have you already shown it to your friends?-
-No, only I've seen your photo, it's just for me. I'll put it in a protected folder from prying eyes. Satisfied?-
-I don't want to imagine how many other photos you have in secret folders-
-A few there are... let's go to a discreet place and I'll show them to you–
He paid the bill and we went to the parking lot. In the car, he gave me a fleeting kiss and put his right hand on my leg. The underwear turned from wet to moist. I was already delivered and eager. With his great pleasure, we ended up at my apartment.
As soon as we entered, he hugged me from behind, pressed his bulge against my booty, had one hand on my left breast, and gave me a kiss on the cheek:
-Do you want to see the photos from my protected folder?
He blew in my ear, sticking his tongue in too. There was no turning back now. I nodded my head. He lifted his cell phone to eye level and manipulated the screen with his fingers. The first photo, a beautiful blonde wearing only a tiny thong, showed her small but hard nipples. I left my mouth open.
-Make the photos run – he blew in my ear again, tongue inside
I remained motionless from surprise: a blondy, taken very close up, was sucking a cock.
-Before you ask, she's sucking me off right now –
I had intuited it. He made her advance, showing photos of the blondy sucking in various poses and in the last one, she with her mouth closed, her cheeks puffed out. She had swallowed everything.
A whirlwind of wild passion erupted. The cell phone disappeared from my view, and his two hands filtered under my blouse and encircled my breasts. I turned around, and he had to release my breasts. We kissed with our tongues intertwined and our lips united like two thirsty people searching for water in the desert. With one hand, I checked the substance of what I had seen on the photo. I found a good piece of hard and hot flesh. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall. I separated my lips from his, knelt down on the carpet, and lowered his cock, freeing it, took it to my mouth, and started sucking it while caressing his inflated and hairy balls with one hand.
I kept going until he grabbed my head with his hands and forced me to release him and stop.
He took off my blouse, put on a bra, sucked my breasts with lips and tongue, pulled down my pants and underwear, and gave me a good pat-down of my buttocks and vulva.
-One second before I get rid of my clothes... Let him walk- he said while sitting on the sofa and taking off his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers that had gotten tangled up at ankle height. Obviously I wasn't going to settle for just a blow job and I, by then, had my sex dripping and crazy urges from the cock I'd had in my mouth.
He picked me up, carrying me by the ass, and took me to the bedroom. That's how, for the first time, he was violated my marital bed.
-...since we've done 30, let's do 31, Carlos, come get me-
I lay down, he took off my shoes, pants, and underwear, climbed on top of me, inserted his cock, which went in easily, and started pumping me, alternating slow with almost violent movements, causing agitated and sudden pubic movements. In a few minutes, he brought me to orgasm while he kept pumping, I had a lake between my legs and the bed was wet, and I was enjoying it like never before with Miguel...I kept enjoying it and he kept pumping, I thought I'd never come, but then he accelerated his movements and:
- Laura... I'm... going... to cum... can I finish inside you?-
He was asking permission to cum inside me, could I say no?
-Of course! You not only can... but I want you to fill me up completely!!-
He gave a few strong thrusts and finally ejaculated four or five shots into my pussy. What a wonder! I felt full and happy and he was still moving slowly inside me, kissing my mouth, neck, licking my ear, and rubbing my sensitive nipples. When he was slowly coming out of me, I felt a kind of sadness, like when you lose something dear, my vagina pulsed and Carlos's sperm mixed with my juices in my legs and on the bed.
I looked at my palms: I thought they would be blue from touching the sky with my hands.
- Laura, it's been marvelous, you're fantastic. You should see your pussy, open and dripping semen. It's a show! I'm going to get the cell phone to take a picture of you-
-Carlos, already- You got what you were looking for! But no photos! I'm sure that late or early, you're going to show it to someone else-
I swear it will be reserved, exclusively for my eyes.
You said you didn't want-
It's okay, but who told you that an unfinished mamadita and a super fucked-up one is all I pretend? Turn around and show me your lovely bum-
Carlos, what intentions do you have?
Fill him up, also the bum, with a good dose of cum, for his-
I laughed and paid attention. He started to caress my little hole, wet from the previous powder, and I got excited by just those things. He must have considered me ready, he withdrew his fingers, climbed on top, and felt the head of his member pushing to open up a path. Luckily, it wasn't his first time there, after passing the glans, I had everything inside and his testicles were hitting my pussy.
-You've got a divine bum, Laurita!
With his hands on my tits, he screwed me with passion and in and out, each time more violent, delighting me until I heard him growl and felt several semen shots in my anus.
What does he have in those balls? I thought during the orgasm.
After coming, he got up and lay down beside me, I turned over, destroyed but pleased and content.
I didn't see him exhausted, on the contrary, he seemed euphoric. It was after 6 pm, we had been having sex for almost three hours.
Recovering slowly, I got up and went to wash myself. He imitated me a little later, gathering his clothes. I thought he would leave:
-It's nice, I'm going out to buy something for dinner, do you mind?
I wanted him to stay and it didn't bother me the prospect of him filling both my orifices again.
-If you want? But we can settle with what was left from last night's dinner if you don't mind. There are leftovers, meat, dessert, and wine.
He didn't mind. About an hour later, he had his mouth, tongue, and fingers sucking and licking my vulva, giving me the nth orgasm- day. Minutes later, while I was making a move to get on top of me and penetrate me, the phone rang. It was my husband. Less bad than not having Carlos inside. I don't want to imagine what would have happened. -Hello Miguel dear, how are you? - I got up to avoid Carlos touching me and not being able to stop moaning or sighing. -I'm fine... cleaning... reading... will you be back tomorrow?- I had the impulse to say: can't you stay one more day? But I told him I missed him and hung up with a good trip and kiss. I went back to bed, and Carlos took me from every angle until almost midnight. -Excuse me, but how do you have so much left over?- I asked when he was leaving for his hotel to pack and rest. -I have to tell you that, luckily, I was favored by nature, but... I confess that when you accepted lunch with me, I took a helping hand- -Don't tell me you took Viagra? - ...yeah!... A laboratory promoter gave me a blister of Cialis and I wanted to try one... good two... It wasn't bad the result- -If you keep this up, tomorrow at your house, Carolina will have to give you a good blow job and something more to get you down, you bastard!- We both laughed and he left. The truth is that I'm a bastard and, besides, a slut.
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