The new guy became my lover.

My name is Leila (fictitious), I'm 26 years old and I write this story more as an outlet, because I keep a secret that I can not tell even to my best friend. Married for a little more than a year, my husband Jorge (also fictitious) always liked to spend a few days at our place with my friend Beth. My husband always liked to spend a few days at our place, and sometimes he liked to have a barbecue and invite mainly two pairs of friends. One day we were making barbecue and enjoying the pool, when I spotted on the fence that divided our land with another place, a boy (John) of more or less 17 years looking at us. I knew he was the son of the landlady of the next place already and had seen him a few times through the fence helping his father in the barbecue. I had a fight with my husband and then he called the boy to be nearby, to sit down and taste a little of the other barbecue with some refreshing garlic. He ate with my father and my husband John (also fictitious) always liked to spend a few days at our place, and sometimes he liked to help me with the barbecue and mainly two pairs of friends. One day we were making barbecue and enjoying the barbecue and enjoying the pool, when I saw a little barbecue and I went to the barbecue, my husband called him again with the barbecue with his name John, he was running around the barbecue with the barbecue and his mother, he was talking with the barbecue with the barbecue with the barbecue with the barbecue and he went to the barbecue with the barbecue with the barbecue with the barbecue and the barbecue. - Forgive me, Mrs. Leila; it does not count for my father no!... I watched him with difficulty keep his pinto that was still hard. I just want to know what you were doing! - What are you doing? - You were masturbating, looking at my friend, weren't you? - Yes, but don't speak for my father, please! - It's all right; I won't say anything, okay? - Not even for Mr. George? - You can let it be a secret between us, okay? And John went to collect some garbage to put out of the place and I stood there with the image of that huge pint in my mind and I went back to the pool and when I saw John coming back I asked if he could get another beer in the kitchen and as he handed me the beer lying on the couch I noticed his look in the middle of my legs although my bikini was much more discreet than Beth's, you could see the outline of my bucket drawn on the fabric. - Are you all right, John? He's trying to look away. Do you need anything else? - No, thank you. We left on Sunday afternoon, and when I got home, I remembered John's dick again, and suddenly I started feeling the urge to have sex... I couldn't wait for George to come back from the trip and give me what I needed: - A good fuck! But on Monday, Jorge called me saying that he would have to stay two more weeks to solve some problems at the branch of the firm. I thought to myself: "Fuck it; I'll have to stay without having sex until he comes back". I put my finger in my pocket and felt a fire consume me, and reminded me again of John's hard cock. The other weekend came and I was climbing the walls with the desire to have a stick in my pocket. On Saturday morning I decided to go to the place alone without being able to get John's cock out of my head. At the pool, when I saw John, I called him and asked him to sit next to me. - Do you have a girlfriend, John? - No, not Mrs. Leila! He wouldn't take his eyes off my body, and that was giving me pleasure, noticing that he was getting hard-on by the volume in his bermuda. - Do you like to masturbate? - But Mrs. Leila? - Fool; with me you need not be ashamed to speak!... John got all embarrassed and ended up saying that he needed to talk to his father and came out with a noticeably large volume in his bermuda. Two hours later, I got out of the pool, took a nice shower and decided to throw only a dress a little short on my naked body. I took a nap and ended up having a dream with my husband fucking me.... Only my husband's dick was as big as John's. I got up, and when I saw John sweeping by the pool I decided to call him to help me move my bed. After we dragged the bed, I deliberately stood on all fours pretending to arrange the sheets just when John stood behind me ... I knew that my dress would go up enough to see that he had nothing underneath. I stayed in this position for a while and when I turned around I didn't notice all the way John wanted to hide in front of his bermuda. - What is it, John? Him with both hands in front to hide his excitement. - What are you doing? Only as I sat on the bed, my dress continued not to cover my bouquet and pretended to have noticed only in that moment, and without bothering to adjust myself. Did you see something, John? Yes, but it was an accident, Mrs. Leila. - What are you hiding with your hands? - I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his hands. - Let me see! He was a little frightened, and got even more so when I began to open his bermuda until he pulled his hard stick out. - Jesus Christ, are you like this because of me? The lady is very beautiful! I held his stick, looked at his face. - You promise you won't tell anyone? - I promise you. I was putting my mouth on that beautiful cock and without a shred of shame I started sucking making John groan with pleasure. Ooooh, what a tasty lady Leila! Suddenly I was back on all fours on the bed with my butt facing him. - Put it in my pocket John, put it!... And John, without wasting time, leaned his stick and was pushing to the bottom. I, who thought that he had no experience, was mistaken. John began to hit hard on my butt that in less than a minute I was enjoying like a hot dog. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I was so thirsty that I wasn't even worried about him making fun of me. But he himself after giving several more kicks in my pussy, took it out and was making fun of rubbing his dick on my ass. I ran to the bathroom to clean myself and he went with me already without the bermuda. I took off my clothes and went under the shower with him always looking at me ... I just washed my ass and drying myself João grabbed me leaving me puzzled by his attitude. He with one arm around my back and with the other hand touching my breasts. - The lady is very nice! That's when I started to get worried seeing that there was nothing silly about that boy. - For the love of God John, my husband can not even suspect, okay? He kept hugging me and passing his hand on my ass. - You can leave Mrs. Leila, I promise I won't give him any reason to suspect anything. I was all over that hug and handshakes on my ass and my breasts, when John took his hand off my chest, held my face and gave me a fiery kiss on my mouth... even that he knew how to do much better than my husband. I'm a married woman. - It was just a kiss, Mrs. Leila! I ended up offering my mouth to him to kiss me again, and he taking my hand made me hold his stick that was again hard as a rock. - Let me eat you again, let me! - That's good, you son of a bitch! I leaned against the back of the sink for him to open his legs and let him back into my pussy... I was feeling that wonderful cock invading my bowels, and when I felt his combs leaning on my butt he began to punch again with even a certain violence making my whole body tremble... In less than twenty minutes, that boy had made me have the two best orgasms of my life. On Sunday, even knowing that John's parents had gone to the city, I called him into the house and soon we were in bed. After I gave a nice and quick breastfeed in that delicious cock, John again surprised me by sucking his face in the middle of my legs sucking my pussy with pleasure. He licked, licked and stuck the tip of my tongue in my pussy that ended up dripping all my face and pussy. I stood in his pussy, John stood in my pussy, and then I stood up with several punches on my back. - Can I put it on Mrs. Leila's ass? No, John, he is too big! He took it out of my pocket and stuck it up my arse that hadn't seen a stick in over three years. - If you can't hold on, I'll shoot! - Do you promise? - Yes, of course. Even though he had his dick all smeared with my vaginal fluid, he put his mouth on my ass and released a little saliva before he pulled back and started forcing his way in, and I could feel the edge of my ass opening up and his dick coming in. It's all right, it's all right, it's all right. It even seemed that he was going to split me in half... He went in until I felt his bag leaning against my pocket and started to make a going-and-coming more and more strongly making me scream with pain and pleasure. John kept punching me for almost 10 minutes that even without touching anything on my pocket I had another orgasm at the same time that I was feeling him enjoying inside my burned pussy. Jorge came back and I convinced him to pay a good salary for John to be our definitive landlord. And John began to devote himself to the care of the place and take care of my body whenever my husband traveled and I would stay in the place with his consent. Having a boyfriend like John with his wig always ready to fuck me is the best thing for a woman who likes to have sex more often than her husband.