My husband's enemy.

My name is Mariana and I'm 30 years old. I'm blonde, I'm 5'10", a face I consider beautiful and a body to attract attention. I've been married for five years to a man I love very much and who showed me how good life can be for two. My husband is an employee of a large company (a former state), occupying a management position. Because of this, he is always exposed to new enmities, especially because he has a strong driving temperament. One of his enemies at work is Matthew, a strong and dominating man, manager of another area of the company. The two of them have already exchanged their disdain at meetings and do not hide their hatred for each other. Matthew is not married and for the money and culture he has he has no difficulty in arranging beautiful lovers, so he is always accompanied by many women. One of the last was a good friend of mine who made the mistake of falling in love with the bastard. He did terrible things to her and exposed her in an unusual way, having my friend in the end change town to maintain her sanity and morale. In May of that year the company invited its employees to a management course to be given in one of our beautiful coastal cities, having the option to take the family to enjoy the "vacancy" in a different way. Both my husband and Matthew went to that meeting. My husband, very concerned with his learning and improving himself, did not want to enjoy the tour and stayed in his free hours reviewing the course material. I didn't want to be in the room all the time watching TV and so eventually go for a walk alone. It was at one of those exits that I found Matthew. He's a handsome man, he must be about 43 years old, six feet tall, light hair, a well-kept body and, to complete, a nasty smile. It was 8:30 p.m. and I was walking down the deserted beach when I stopped at a kiosk for a drink. There were few natives on the scene and they kept looking at me differently as I drank my juice. It was at that moment that Matthew appeared in place. I was just in a swimsuit despite the schedule, and you put yourself beside me carelessly while waiting for the beer you ordered. At a certain moment he looked at me from top to bottom and asked: - Where's your hubby? I was angry with that guy and I replied very quickly: - Working to pay his salary. His laugh was cynical. He gave me a drink and replied by looking at me in a penetrating way: - Because of your anger, I think your hubby's been working too hard. I don't think he's been paying much attention to you. If you want, I can help you stay calm. I got mad when I heard that. I threw the money on the counter and left that place without saying anything. By the time I got to the hotel, my husband was already asleep and I lay down angry remembering that man's cynicism. The next day, during coffee, Matthew came to our table and asked my husband if everything was all right or if he would have to give him some private lessons to better understand the course. My husband got pissed off and swore to me that when he came to our city he would make a formal complaint in the presidency of the company. At the end of the day, during my walk, I found Matthew in the same place the day before, sitting at a table. He asked in an ironic way if I had come back for him. I sat down at the table and I told him about the firm. - It's time to grow up, man, there's no place for these games at your age. His answer was disgusting: - I don't think your little friend thought so while shaking on my dick. I was a little scared at the time, but I said, - She told me it wasn't all that. He laughed and said: - As much as she groaned and screamed, it seemed like she was enjoying... I fucked her anyway, and I'm still gonna fuck you, hottie. The truth is, that bastard was beautiful and he had actually fucked Rachel in every way possible. He started putting his hand on my legs. I got scared and tried to get out. He climbed his hands up to the middle of my thighs and leaned on my chana. I got up and ran away while listening to the scum laughs. When I got to the hotel, I wanted to tell my husband everything. But I was afraid of your reaction, him killing the guy, I don't know... I got in the shower to calm down. That's when I realized I was horny. I masturbated and when I came, I started crying out of guilt. The next day during breakfast I went to the hotel bathroom. When I left, I saw Matthew staring at me like a bastard. You took my hand and put it over the volume of your pants, saying, "Look how you left me yesterday. The volume seemed huge. She runs away scared, horny and afraid someone might see her. I came to the table and hugged my husband as if asking for his protection. For the first time in all those years, I asked him not to go to work and be with me. He looked at me real hard and said we'd have plenty of time for both of us later and that that course was very important. I was sad when I heard that, but I didn't complain. At lunchtime, someone knocks on my bedroom door. When I open up I face Matthew, who pushes me and closes the door. I was in the shower, so I only wore a robe. He looked at me horny and said, "I'm here to give you one more chance. I went crazy and said I'd scream if he didn't get out. He laughed and took two steps towards me, getting close to me. I started crying telling him not to do that, that I loved my husband. He lowered the zipper and put a huge dick out, answering: This has nothing to do with love. Suck it! I took two steps back and fell into an armchair. He came towards me with that huge thing on his hands. Came in with her two inches from my mouth and repeated it dominantly: I don't know what got into me, but I took that dick in my hands. He was jerking off pretty easy to him, still crying, while he was saying, - Your husband is a real cuckold. I'll finish your pussy today, I'll make you cry for pleasure, bitch. At that moment I started sucking that jeba. He groaned a lot and said, "That bitch, suck my dick." You bitch, you bitch, make me come. At a certain point he lifted me open my robe hard. He started kissing me hard and picking up my pussy, sticking two fingers in it. The feeling was wonderful... He threw me into bed and started sucking on me. What a tongue! A me like a dick would come in hot and make me moan like a slut. Matthew then put me on all fours and started playing with his dick on the door of my straw. That's when he said, "Get your cow or I'll get up and go." I felt humiliated. I didn't want to ask... But he started hitting my ass and repeated: - Ask your bitch!!! I asked you quietly and with shame: He took a shot and started with rhythmic movements. It was a feeling of mutual humiliation and pleasure. I was crying and moaning as he ate me hard and played with my breasts. He said: - You bitch, what big tits you have... What a tight pussy.. I'm gonna eat you a lot. I couldn't say anything and I just moaned. That's when the phone rang. I didn't want to answer but he threatened to answer in my place. It was my hubby telling me he loved me very much and that when this boring course was over we'd go out and have fun. Matthew ate me with slow movements and I don't know how I could talk. My new male used to tell me in my ear: Tell whoever you're ready to fuck with. I hung up the phone and wanted to fight. But he increased the speed of the stockpiles and made me groan loudly. He beat my ass and told me that I was a bitch, that I was going to tell the people at the company that I had eaten myself, that my husband was a cuckold, that my hot pussy was now his. You took your dick out of my butt and you shoved it up my ass. I was crying while he ate me hard. He turned me over to him before he came and stuck my head between his thighs. He started jerking off and pointed his dick at my face. I tried to get out, but I couldn't because of your weight. I got that shit all over my face. He got up, put on his clothes and left without saying anything. Since then, when he finds me near my husband, he comes to us and makes a little joke. My husband knows nothing and hates that guy. Matthew has eaten me several times, including in my bed and in my husband's office. He's already called on other employees to eat me and took several pictures. I hate him and what I've become, but I can't stop being that bitch. My husband is super cute to me and he doesn't realize how at the company parties everyone looks at him with a laugh face. In some situations some colleagues distract him while I go to a room to give to Matthew and to anyone else. I'm desperate and I don't know what else to do, but I hope one day this hell ends.