During the days following my anal break-up, Pablo fulfilled his promise and disappeared from the map. He had promised me that if he sucked my cock, he wouldn't see me again and was keeping it. But although at first that's what I wanted, lately my desires for him were changing.
I was aware that I was paying attention to the hallway or stairs, in case he heard it. I heard the street door and leaned out of the window to see if it was him. But nothing, he didn't appear.
Until one afternoon, returning from doing some shopping with my husband, I see him getting out of a taxi. He gets ahead and opens the door for us, allowing us to go in first.
Good afternoons, neighbors - it greets us, and enters behind ours.
Imagine him walking behind me, looking at my ass, that same ass that knew how to undress a few days earlier, put me in a state almost feverish.
I was with my husband, but that didn't prevent my nipples from getting hard as rocks and my pussy from getting wet in a way that's not usual for me.
We enter the house, leave our bags in the kitchen, and then I say:
Oh, I forgot to buy rice!
I'm thinking and I'll add:
I'd better go buy because I was thinking of making a garden-style rice
Come on, by the way I'm going to take a nap before the kids get back - my husband replied.
-Okay, I'll be right back then-
I grab the purse and leave the house, but I'm not going out to the street, rather to Pablo's. I climb up slowly by the stairs and knock on the door. Ask who it is, but obviously I can't respond because I don't want my husband downstairs a few meters away to hear me.
I'm going to hit again and then it opens. It looks at me surprised. I don't know what I'd be waiting for, but what I do next is definitely not that.
Before he says anything, I put my index finger on his lips, indicating him to be silent, and hanging from his neck, I kiss him on the mouth, something I had resisted the night of the breakup.
With strong and virile hands, he drags me inside. He corners me from behind against the door, slamming it shut with a bang, and thrusts his tongue into my throat.
I know I just crossed the last possible limit, but I don't regret it. At that moment I realize that since that same night, that's all I desire, to relive those sensations that, for better or for worse, marked a turning point in my life.
The pants come undone and the cock is pulled out. I can't help but make a quick comparison with my husband, whose erections are soft and limp, whereas Pablo, even before peeling it off, has one that's hard and vigorous, impacting.
He touched her and caressed her all along, feeling that energy barely contained that longs for its prompt release.
I have on a dress, a summer underskirt, so I take off my knickers and it penetrates me again, without lining, filling every corner with a volume that seems to grow with each thrust.
I'm so wet that the cock slips and falls out, but he puts it in with even more force still. I thought that when my husband and I make love, I take time to lubricate, but with this guy, the moisture is spontaneous, even before going up to his apartment, I was already wet.
After what happened that stormy night, I had asked for a shift at a gynecological clinic to rule out possible sexually transmitted diseases. Herpes, syphilis, gonorrhea, AIDS, I even took a pregnancy test. Everything came back negative, and yet again I was with my him, screwing like a madwoman, anxious to feel that effluence pouring into my interior.
If this keeps going on I'll have to start taking birth control..., I thought while delivering myself again, in a total and full way, as if I had never imagined being with someone like him. But here I am, stopping by my neighbor's place while my husband sleeps downstairs a few meters away.
Despite everything, I don't feel guilty nor ashamed. I think I overcame all that the other night when my ass was broken in my own house.
I'm going back to search for his mouth to kiss him, swallowing his breath, his breathing, his saliva.
The cock comes out again, but now I'm who grabs it and points it towards the inside.
Unlike last night, I can scream freely, without restraint. And although my husband may hear me from home, I doubt he'll be able to distinguish my moans from those of other women. So I'm giving Pablo the melody of my excitement. I moan in his ear, kissing and even biting his earlobe, letting him know that everything is being provoked by him.
What does that man have to put me in this state? I had never seen any attraction in him, not even seemed an interesting type, and yet I couldn't do without his masculinity, his virility.
I had so many desires for him to come back and get me again that I don't want it to end, I want him to keep giving and giving like this with that enthusiasm and pleasure my husband hasn't noticed from him in a long time.
It's almost coming, I can feel it, getting more and more aroused, reaching a hardness and thickness that was impossible for me to compare with anything I had enjoyed before.
With my husband there was no possible comparison, nor with any boyfriend or partner I had before getting married. Officially, my neighbor's was the biggest cock that had been put in front of me until then.
And think that with such bestiality I had broken my ass.
I was already preparing to receive it inside, to feel that effusion again that night had taken me by surprise, causing more worry than enjoyment. But now I was determined to enjoy how it filled my pussy, even thinking of asking him not to take it out until he had emptied himself completely in me.
But when it seemed to be almost there, she takes it out, gets up and goes back, making me kneel on the floor. I'm looking at her from below, just as a first splash crosses my whole face.
I try to get away, since that wasn't what I was thinking about, but grabbing my jaw with one hand, makes me lift my face and squeezing forces me to open my mouth.
It's the first time I've swallowed semen, of course I had sucked my husband very early on in our relationship and some other boyfriends before, but never made it to the end. How was it that somehow I had decided I didn't like it, that it wasn't mine, but now here I was, swallowing my neighbor's cum.
He kept me pinned down, ejaculating until the very last drop on my palate, without giving me the opportunity to decide whether I wanted to swallow or not. He decided for me, and even had fun with the disgusted faces I made.
Because yes, it gave me a bit of disgust but also a little pleasure, well, actually quite a lot of pleasure, although not so much because of the taste, but rather because it was my neighbor Pablo's cum that I swallowed.
When she finished peeing, she splashed me all over my face, numb, half-wilted, still hot.
Without him asking, I pass my tongue and kiss it all the way to everything, sucking up the remaining semen that impregnate it.
-Did you see? in the end it ended up pleasing you...- he says noticing how I'm drooling.
I give him a kiss with noise in the balls and I get up. I adjust my zipper and go to the bathroom to wash my mouth. When I come back, while he's still fastening his belt and lifting the buckle, I ask if he has a bag of rice.
It's that I told my husband I was going out to buy something - I'll explain it to him.
-Ha! And instead of going to the supermarket you thought it was better to come and have a quickie - laughs.
-Do you have rice or not? I'm in a hurry.
Check out the kitchen-
For good luck I had it. I grabbed the package, told him to return it as soon as he makes the purchases, and head towards the door. I'm about to leave when, as a farewell gesture, he gives me a huge slap on the booty.
Oh, slaps...! Resounds the explosion of her hand against my skin.
You're a terrible slut, neighbor!
It may sound derogatory, humiliating, but I love it when he tells me that, because that's how I feel when I'm with him, like a slut.
I'm leaving, I go down the stairs and enter my house with the greatest possible stealth. My husband is sleeping and the kids haven't returned yet.
Better before I start cooking, I give myself a shower, think, to get rid of the sex smell that's on me, and it's there, when entering the bathroom and preparing the water, that I realize I forgot my underwear at my neighbor's place.
And finally I was right, I'm made a slut.
I was aware that I was paying attention to the hallway or stairs, in case he heard it. I heard the street door and leaned out of the window to see if it was him. But nothing, he didn't appear.
Until one afternoon, returning from doing some shopping with my husband, I see him getting out of a taxi. He gets ahead and opens the door for us, allowing us to go in first.
Good afternoons, neighbors - it greets us, and enters behind ours.
Imagine him walking behind me, looking at my ass, that same ass that knew how to undress a few days earlier, put me in a state almost feverish.
I was with my husband, but that didn't prevent my nipples from getting hard as rocks and my pussy from getting wet in a way that's not usual for me.
We enter the house, leave our bags in the kitchen, and then I say:
Oh, I forgot to buy rice!
I'm thinking and I'll add:
I'd better go buy because I was thinking of making a garden-style rice
Come on, by the way I'm going to take a nap before the kids get back - my husband replied.
-Okay, I'll be right back then-
I grab the purse and leave the house, but I'm not going out to the street, rather to Pablo's. I climb up slowly by the stairs and knock on the door. Ask who it is, but obviously I can't respond because I don't want my husband downstairs a few meters away to hear me.
I'm going to hit again and then it opens. It looks at me surprised. I don't know what I'd be waiting for, but what I do next is definitely not that.
Before he says anything, I put my index finger on his lips, indicating him to be silent, and hanging from his neck, I kiss him on the mouth, something I had resisted the night of the breakup.
With strong and virile hands, he drags me inside. He corners me from behind against the door, slamming it shut with a bang, and thrusts his tongue into my throat.
I know I just crossed the last possible limit, but I don't regret it. At that moment I realize that since that same night, that's all I desire, to relive those sensations that, for better or for worse, marked a turning point in my life.
The pants come undone and the cock is pulled out. I can't help but make a quick comparison with my husband, whose erections are soft and limp, whereas Pablo, even before peeling it off, has one that's hard and vigorous, impacting.
He touched her and caressed her all along, feeling that energy barely contained that longs for its prompt release.
I have on a dress, a summer underskirt, so I take off my knickers and it penetrates me again, without lining, filling every corner with a volume that seems to grow with each thrust.
I'm so wet that the cock slips and falls out, but he puts it in with even more force still. I thought that when my husband and I make love, I take time to lubricate, but with this guy, the moisture is spontaneous, even before going up to his apartment, I was already wet.
After what happened that stormy night, I had asked for a shift at a gynecological clinic to rule out possible sexually transmitted diseases. Herpes, syphilis, gonorrhea, AIDS, I even took a pregnancy test. Everything came back negative, and yet again I was with my him, screwing like a madwoman, anxious to feel that effluence pouring into my interior.
If this keeps going on I'll have to start taking birth control..., I thought while delivering myself again, in a total and full way, as if I had never imagined being with someone like him. But here I am, stopping by my neighbor's place while my husband sleeps downstairs a few meters away.
Despite everything, I don't feel guilty nor ashamed. I think I overcame all that the other night when my ass was broken in my own house.
I'm going back to search for his mouth to kiss him, swallowing his breath, his breathing, his saliva.
The cock comes out again, but now I'm who grabs it and points it towards the inside.
Unlike last night, I can scream freely, without restraint. And although my husband may hear me from home, I doubt he'll be able to distinguish my moans from those of other women. So I'm giving Pablo the melody of my excitement. I moan in his ear, kissing and even biting his earlobe, letting him know that everything is being provoked by him.
What does that man have to put me in this state? I had never seen any attraction in him, not even seemed an interesting type, and yet I couldn't do without his masculinity, his virility.
I had so many desires for him to come back and get me again that I don't want it to end, I want him to keep giving and giving like this with that enthusiasm and pleasure my husband hasn't noticed from him in a long time.
It's almost coming, I can feel it, getting more and more aroused, reaching a hardness and thickness that was impossible for me to compare with anything I had enjoyed before.
With my husband there was no possible comparison, nor with any boyfriend or partner I had before getting married. Officially, my neighbor's was the biggest cock that had been put in front of me until then.
And think that with such bestiality I had broken my ass.
I was already preparing to receive it inside, to feel that effusion again that night had taken me by surprise, causing more worry than enjoyment. But now I was determined to enjoy how it filled my pussy, even thinking of asking him not to take it out until he had emptied himself completely in me.
But when it seemed to be almost there, she takes it out, gets up and goes back, making me kneel on the floor. I'm looking at her from below, just as a first splash crosses my whole face.
I try to get away, since that wasn't what I was thinking about, but grabbing my jaw with one hand, makes me lift my face and squeezing forces me to open my mouth.
It's the first time I've swallowed semen, of course I had sucked my husband very early on in our relationship and some other boyfriends before, but never made it to the end. How was it that somehow I had decided I didn't like it, that it wasn't mine, but now here I was, swallowing my neighbor's cum.
He kept me pinned down, ejaculating until the very last drop on my palate, without giving me the opportunity to decide whether I wanted to swallow or not. He decided for me, and even had fun with the disgusted faces I made.
Because yes, it gave me a bit of disgust but also a little pleasure, well, actually quite a lot of pleasure, although not so much because of the taste, but rather because it was my neighbor Pablo's cum that I swallowed.
When she finished peeing, she splashed me all over my face, numb, half-wilted, still hot.
Without him asking, I pass my tongue and kiss it all the way to everything, sucking up the remaining semen that impregnate it.
-Did you see? in the end it ended up pleasing you...- he says noticing how I'm drooling.
I give him a kiss with noise in the balls and I get up. I adjust my zipper and go to the bathroom to wash my mouth. When I come back, while he's still fastening his belt and lifting the buckle, I ask if he has a bag of rice.
It's that I told my husband I was going out to buy something - I'll explain it to him.
-Ha! And instead of going to the supermarket you thought it was better to come and have a quickie - laughs.
-Do you have rice or not? I'm in a hurry.
Check out the kitchen-
For good luck I had it. I grabbed the package, told him to return it as soon as he makes the purchases, and head towards the door. I'm about to leave when, as a farewell gesture, he gives me a huge slap on the booty.
Oh, slaps...! Resounds the explosion of her hand against my skin.
You're a terrible slut, neighbor!
It may sound derogatory, humiliating, but I love it when he tells me that, because that's how I feel when I'm with him, like a slut.
I'm leaving, I go down the stairs and enter my house with the greatest possible stealth. My husband is sleeping and the kids haven't returned yet.
Better before I start cooking, I give myself a shower, think, to get rid of the sex smell that's on me, and it's there, when entering the bathroom and preparing the water, that I realize I forgot my underwear at my neighbor's place.
And finally I was right, I'm made a slut.
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