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I leave the glasses and bottle on the light table, he approaches and leaning against the wall, made me feel his erection, while his hands caressed my buttocks, and his mouth explored alternating kisses and little kisses my neck, ears, and lips. When I unbuttoned my shirt, my bra fell off, leaving my breasts at the mercy of his mouth, to start sucking my nipples, and with his hands squeezing them. I continued hanging from his neck, caressing his nape, and responding to his kisses with my kisses. He began to undress, first the shirt and then released his belt, under his zipper, and looked at me as if asking me to continue, so I sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his pants to his knee, glimpsing that his glans was coming out through the elastic of his boxer that he brought down until leaving his erect member in front of me. I leaned forward for my mouth to reach that new cock that would cause me so much pleasure that night and almost three years later. He sucked it, exploring it with my tongue, eating it. It didn't all fit in my mouth. He took it almost to cum twice, then interrupted himself and retained his explosion. I got into bed, took off my thong, and he got between my legs. What pleasure! He knew where to caress me with his tongue, where to bite my vaginal lips and make me a little girl helped by his fingers and tongue. Until he decided to take me, then he explored my pubis, went up my belly, bit my breasts, until he put himself on top of me and penetrated me. He put my legs in a way that hugged his waist, which made my pussy rise and his penetration deeper. Rolling over in bed, he put me in position for him to ride me. I came twice. Then he rolled over again, staying on top of me, and after a couple of minutes whispered in my ear if we should be careful, I answered no, that he could cum inside me, which excited me so much that I ended up coming for the third time, when I started feeling the beats of his cock discharging its cum, flooding me. We stayed a few minutes embraced, in the twilight I realized it was 1:40 am, which left me some margin since I had estimated my return around 3 or 3:30 am. With his head on my chest, I felt small snorts so I let him sleep. The clarity of the sun woke me up, it was 6:30 am. Desperate, I jumped out of bed looking for my clothes, 'He' tried in vain to calm me down, then I took the phone and looked at the agenda, and called. I was trying to correct the puffiness of my eyes in front of a mirror when I heard him talking to my husband, telling him not to be scared, that we were leaving a hospital guard because I had twisted my ankle while dancing and they had attended to me urgently, asking him to wait for me to help me get in because I couldn't walk. Cut off, already in the car, I looked for an elastic bandage in the trunk, which he used for his sports injuries, football, paddle, and swimming, showing my ankle, and during the trip I instructed myself on what we should say. We arrived and my husband was waiting for me at the door. My heart broke because he was worried and scared. 'He' accompanied us and sent me to bed while he told him what had happened to me. I fell asleep, and on Monday I pretended to go to the traumatologist. Luckily, I only had to limp for a couple of days and everything stayed there. With 'He', we would see each other daily at work, his apartment wasn't very far from our offices, so daily, either just to take a coffee or to be together, we would meet at his house. That gave me security, it was, no doubt, the only woman who entered his apartment. 'He' dominated me, telling me when, where, and what to do, even while he was my lover, choosing my clothes, shoes, underwear without leaving any room for discussion and everything was pleasant, pleasing, elegant so I would accept his desires without complaining.