Compañeros de trabajo

Marita, a work colleague and friend, started dating a guy from the Human Resources department. This guy was responsible for organizing the internal soccer championship, and his presence was indispensable. He asked me to make Marita stay with him so she wouldn't feel alone, and I accepted. My husband didn't object, as he plays tennis at the club and thought it would be fun if I didn't accompany her anymore. That's when I met Juan Manuel. It happened during a game when he suffered an injury in his knee and was lying down in front of us, so we started helping him, giving him first aid, introducing ourselves, and sharing our work positions. We, who knew nothing about soccer, found the opportunity to chat about other areas. At first, his responses were monosyllabic due to pain or frustration from not playing, but we eventually established a funny, nice, and pleasant dialogue. The next Saturday, he came to cheer on his teammates, so I went up to him and he told me that all contact sports had been prohibited for him, including soccer, at least for that year. After the game, I was convinced, and we were two fans of the System Team, so as good fans, he invited me to celebrate with a coffee. Marita obviously disappeared. I got home in the evening, it had been a great day with friends, so when we said our goodbyes, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek with premeditation and cunning, and I smiled at her mischief. As I got out of the car, I waved goodbye to her, and by the time I reached the elevator, I had accepted the possibility of an adventure. On Monday, Marita, imagining everything, gave me a report about Juan Manuel that she had prepared from his connections in Human Resources. She tried to downplay it, but she's not stupid, and besides, she knew me. She told me all about his personal file and what her boyfriend, who was separated and known as Burrito, had gathered from their colleagues. you're my accomplice “ it's rumored that she has a really big one So that's why it's Burrito. Wednesday when I was returning from Tribunals I found a message from the system area asking for my professional opinion to better respond to a judicial requirement. Imagining it was, pretending concern, I headed there, prior step by the toilet to retouch myself. I arrived at the office in question, called and as I imagined Juan himself opened the door, closed the door behind me and without further procedure gave me a blow job, invited me to sit down on one of the armchairs facing his desk, he sat next to me and after flattering me, asked when we would see each other again. With a smile I said I'm married – these things women don't give up easily – and he replied 'that's why I ask when we'll see each other, otherwise we'd be having dinner together tonight' I hesitated and replied Saturday. Ok, on Saturday we had lunch together, the conversation continued about his work and mine. His secretary interrupted us, then I accompanied him to the door of his office and before opening it he took me by the waist and gave me a blow job. He opened the door and winked at me as I was leaving, my legs were trembling. I took him out for lunch at a grill on the outskirts of Buenos Aires, finished eating we got into the car, took the route and after a few kilometers took a detour that led to a MOTEL, in the middle of nowhere an amazing hotel. He asked for a Relax room so I realized he was totally familiar with it, we started kissing and caressing each other and when everything got hot again he went to shower while I undressed leaving only my panties and bra on. Suddenly Burrito appeared never having seen a cock that big, with all naturalness came towards me, I made an effort to take my eyes off his cock which was really big......and beautiful. I discovered it was a woman with a vagina, I enjoyed looking at her and got excited thinking she was at my disposal. She started kissing me She sat down on one of the armchairs, touching my pussy, took out my bra, buried her head in my breasts, got up and deposited herself on the bed, leaving me sitting in front of him. He began to caress his cock as if inviting me to suck it. I did so. He was passing his tongue over its entire length, and when he reached the glans, I had to sit up a bit because, sitting as I was, I couldn't reach. He lay down, got on top of him, felt with his fingers my pussy, and started putting it in. I felt like it was entering centimeter by centimeter, waiting for some point where it wouldn't be able to enter anymore, but it wasn't like that. It went all the way in. I felt that little thing going in and out, rubbing against all the edges of my pussy, reclining on his chest, and I reached my first orgasm. I made the mistake of sitting on it there, and I felt something had touched inside me, and it really hurt me, so I threw myself over him and tried to get it out a bit. He turned me over and got on top of me again, asked me to do it slowly, and he kept putting it in smoothly until I felt it all the way in, touching me in areas where no other cock had reached. He was moving, giving me short thrusts and small pushes that caused pleasant little pains, until I felt the pulsations that cause the cum, which produced another orgasm for me. Recumbent beside him, I looked at his cock and without it being still, it was almost as big as normal ones when they're still, plump, and without foreskin (prepuce?) lying over his groin while he, unconsciously, made it play by wiggling it with his fingers. He noticed how I was looking at it and gestured to me that I should suck it. I'll never forget the pleasure it caused me to suck that big cock when it was still, and feeling like it was growing slowly in my mouth, starting all the way inside my mouth until it reached a size where it couldn't fit anymore through there, so I searched for my pussy again for the second time.