Fucking the married reader

In 2013 was when I wrote my first short story, I remember that I was in a bad phase and with problems in my marriage at that time. By then, I had decided to leave the life of prostitutes and casual sex to become a <unk>standard husband<unk>, contacts were deleted (including Sil and Naldo), I moved to the neighborhood and also stopped seeing old friends who were somehow connected to the world that I was introduced to by my favorite couple of friends! For 3 years I stood firm, then I realized that some things never change! The blood boiled with every fight, the common problems and the monotony of the marriage were driving me crazy, sex with her no longer gave me any pleasure and anyone who knows me or read my stories knows that I take this very seriously and boundary is something that I try to break with every fuck! Having all these frustrations and holding myself to the utmost not to betray for the first time the person who was with me for so long, the stories came as a way to vent, remember some of my stories and share many that I have not told to any friend until today (For some, I am still the introverted Nerd of adolescence)! Little did I know that just writing short stories, would bring back the life of prostitution that I missed so much! I received a few contacts after each published story from the most varied types of people, praising, telling their stories, wanting a good chat or talking about their fantasies and I confess that knowing that my stories excite someone else, makes me very horny! One of these contacts was with a married woman who just as I was bored with marriage and missing a good fuck, as I had with my husband at the beginning and with other men before marriage! I had already cheated on him a few times, so I felt more comfortable to go up to her with everything I had without worrying about my conscience! Our conversations were always hot and with delicious provocations, many of them lying on her bed masturbating next to her sleeping husband! She was an interesting woman who lived in Moóca, very short hair, smooth and light brown, should not be more than 1.60m and since I am 1.88m it was very funny to leave her by my side, small and firm breasts but she drew attention to her wide hips and her round and pointy ass! The aggressive way and the face she showed when she was excited, hungry for a good fuck made me want to go back to the old life ... and that's how it was done (today)! We decided to meet on Paulista Avenue, take a walk and get to know each other. I was in a hurry because it would be my first official betrayal and with someone who had ignited me again after a long time and seeing her, the old instincts came back with everything. I hugged her and climbed her hands up to her neck, holding firmly and gluing her body to mine, I kissed her mouth and went to her ear: - We can take a ride or we can cut that part out and go fuck hot the way we like it! - I don't think I need to answer! - bit his lips and leaned his abdomen on my already hard cock under his pants! Since I know the area well, I knew of some hotels where we could stay for a period of time without being disturbed. We entered the first one we found and barely made it to the room! Still on the stairs I put my hand between her thighs and felt her warm pussy, her nails stuck in my neck and I heard her breathe out loudly and with a very naughty groan! We entered almost knocking down the door of the room, tearing our clothes and kissing, squeezing and tearing our bodies without worrying if we would have problems returning home...at that time, we just wanted to fuck like we knew...like two animals in the heat! I laid on the bed and pulled her on top of me, starting a 69. I pulled her panties away from her side and sucked on her soaked and smooth bottle, tasting the delicious taste of her honey and before long I was licked the way I like! She sucked on my dick and poked it as she groaned, putting it all in her mouth and taking it out completely licked so that I could feel the saliva flowing through it and my thighs! I rubbed her grill with my finger while my tongue massaged her ass, who for some reason I still can't understand, her husband didn't fuck... better for me! He turned his face towards me and, pressing his lips against my already panting lips, stuck my cock into his mouthpiece and came down slowly squeezing it in the process, pulled my lips together with his teeth and let out a groan when he put it all together, laying his head on my shoulder and moving his hips up and down faster and faster! My hands covered his buttocks and I squeezed them by poking my fingers and slapping firmly, making him roll even faster until I felt his first mockery and his cries of pleasure! I turned her body to the side and without waiting for her to recover from the mockery, lifting her legs, I fucked her again with the same intensity holding her neck and cursing in her ear, saying that she was my whore and that I would fuck her as I wanted! It was not long before I was mocking again and this time, between the spasms of her body and the cries of desire and pleasure began to speak: - I'll always be your whore, fuck me! - I spoke by taking my stick out of your pocket and brushing your ass, lubricating it with your honey! - Put it slowly, I haven't seen my ass in a long time! - You can leave, I will open it all carefully... and it will be mine! I slapped her in the face and started to push into her, which rolled to get in easier! Her little face of pain made me want to punch at once to hear her scream, but I held on to the wave and the realization that it had entered the whole, I began to move the hips pulling and putting faster as it got more open! Without removing the inside I put her on her stomach and then increased the force of the blows, making her to my pleasure increase the volume of her groans of pain and hardness, curses and requests to fuck harder! I was overcome with excitement (my wife didn't do anal, despite several attempts), and I couldn't hold back the fun and filled her butt with milk screaming at every shot. I lay beside her sweating and panting and before long, she was again on top of me teasing me: - Have you had a rest? We spent a few hours fucking hard in that hotel near Paulista Avenue, and sometimes stopping (or not!) to answer our phones and give satisfaction to our spouses worried if we were okay ... they hardly knew that we were better than ever!