Special gift for 1 year of marriage

Well, folks, since this is my first story, I apologize if it doesn't go very well, and I also think it's going to be a bit long, because as I tell the story, I remember and I live again, which makes me very excited, so let's be clear: the story is long and detailed, it takes time to get to the real action, read whoever is in the mood, and as I've been using this site for a while, I've noticed that this is a good place to vent, share experiences and meet people who share the same crazy desire for sex that I have. I've found that it's convenient to start by introducing myself. I'll omit my real name for obvious reasons: you can just call me Toda Sarada. I'm 25 years old, long blonde hair, brown eyes, I'm a personal trainer, so I have a healthy body: defined belly, thick thighs. My upturned butt was always natural but today besides being steep it's quite hard. And as always I found my chest small, silicone pus. The story I'm about to tell you is completely true and it happened when I still had small breasts. I was 20 years old. My sex life started when I was 18 and until I was 19, I was very passionate: I had a lot of sex, I explored a lot of my sexuality, I had no prejudices, I was very excited and I only thought about sex. At 19 I met the guy I married and my sex life changed. It was restricted to my boyfriend, Guilherme (fictitious) who didn't give me as much as I wanted. I used to have sex almost every day, except on those days, and that ended. With my boyfriend it was only on weekends and very little: if it were up to me, we would lock ourselves in a room on Saturday morning and only go out on Sunday night. I would only stop for three years to eat. But he wasn't any less. On Saturdays we would go to a motel or fuck at home and on Sundays the same thing happened. I still loved that desire to spend the whole week on the street without being able to release it completely, and I always knew that I wanted to be part of it, and I had a lot of friends, and that gave me a lot of emotional satisfaction. When I was in our marriage, I had a lot of friends, and a lot of affection. Some of my friends advised me to jump the fence, and I refused. They said, "Love is not the same as sex, and cheating doesn't mean you don't love. You're just going to be fucking another guy, but your feeling is for your husband, you wouldn't change it for another". This talk was beginning to confuse me. So one day I arrived from the gym (at that time I only had a massage, it was not personal) and I went to the elevator. And a guy I had never seen comes to wait for the elevator. He has dark blond hair, he is not very tall, body apparently defined, about 30 years old. We had a good night. We entered the elevator and I would go down first. When I went down, the exit hall of the elevator has a large mirror and I noticed by the mirror he was drying my ass. Normal, for me this is a pleasure. The next morning, when I left for college, I entered the elevator and he was there. We had a good day alone. But when I came out of the elevator on the ground floor again I was there drying my bum (I was in a good shirt and jeans). I spent a few days without seeing him and after some time again in that same situation. Good night, I found myself in the elevator, and when I had more eyes with my ass, I gave myself the same situation until I was in the elevator building. One day I went to the balcony and saw him in the pool area, all bermuda and he had a nice body. I looked at the couch, there was my husband talking to two friends. I decided to go down. I was in doubt about what to wear because I didn't want to show my butt in a bikini right away. I wanted to leave him imagining what my butt would look like. So I wore a dress even, almost to the knee, and just enough to outline my body a little bit, show the volume of my butt. And I went down. When I arrived, he was sitting in the pool. I walked straight and I stood, on the street wall of the pool, just looking out to the street. I heard a noise of water, as if he was coming out of the pool. I wasn't sure who I was seeing. He was drying me dry. He was taking his cell phone to some friends and I called him for 15 minutes and I figured out what my butt would look like. And when I got to the pool, I said, "Oh, I'd be wearing a dress up to the knee, and just enough to outline my body a little bit, show the volume of my butt. And I came down. And when I got there, he was sitting in the pool, he was right there. I walked right in the pool, and he said, "Oh, it's a little bit dirty, it's a little bit dirty". During the week I was alone and the intercom rang. When I answered the doorman he told me he was the resident of apartment 401 (fictitious number) wanting to talk to me. I didn't understand but I said "OK". So the intercom call is transferred and the guy answers saying "Who is this?" I recognized the voice and decided to give a difficult one: "This is 301". He said "Who is this?" And I said "301". He was embarrassed and said "Oh, I asked for 601, the doorman was wrong, sorry". And he hung up. I wondered what he would do if my husband answered. Or he had already decorated our cars and knew that my husband was not coming. A few days later I was walking out of the academy and he was in the hallway. When he saw me, he decided to pull up a conversation asking me I was wrong. He asked me if I was nearby, he said yes, he was looking for me, and I said "Who is this from 301". And I said "From 301". He got embarrassed and said, "Oh, I asked for 601, the doorman was wrong, sorry". And he said, "Good day, but he was talking to me in the hallway. We had a bad time". And when I saw him and he said, "Good day, he was talking to me, and I had a bad luck, and when I had my name, and he was talking with my husband, and he even got my name, and I had a bad attitude, and he was talking with my name, and I had a bad attitude, and I had a good day". (Marcus) and he said, and when I had a good morning, and when we were talking with my name, and he said, and I had a badly, and he even had a badly, and he had a badly, and I had a badly, and he had a good morning, and he was a badly, and he had a badly, and I had a good day, and he was a badly, and I had a badly, and I had a badly, and I had a badly, and he was a badly, and I had a badly, and a good day, and a badly, and I had a good day, and a badly, and I had a good morning, and a good day, and a badly, and he was, and a good morning, and I had a good morning, and a badly, and I had a good morning, and I had a good morning, and he had a good morning, and, and I had a good morning, and I had a good morning, and he had a good morning, and I had my name, and a good morning, and he had a badly, and I had a badly, and I had a good morning, and I had a good morning, and I had a good morning, and a good morning, and I had a good morning, and a good day, and I had a good morning, and a good, and a good morning, and I was, and a good, and I was, and I had a good morning, and I had a good, and, and I had a good, and a good morning, and I had a good, and a good, and, and a good, and I had my name, and a good morning, and I was, and, and, and, and, and, and I had a good, and a good, and a good, and, and, and, and, and, and a good, and, and a good, and, and a good, and, and a good, and, and, and a good, and, and a good, and a good, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and a good, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, The next day I saw him in the pool and I thought, "It's today". I finally went to the pool in a bikini. When I got there, he was in the water and, all daring, was already asking me if I wasn't going to take a bath. I smiled and said yes because he said no and that I had only gone to sunbathe. I extended my cane and I went to bed with my back up (I went to sunbathe at home before going down). From breaking, I untied the top to sunbathe my back, but I didn't take it off. I just let go. It took a while, I tied it again and I got up to go away. As I knew he was going to follow me, I didn't put the cane back, with something in his hand. And of course he followed me. And he still had a conversation, asking if I had been around for a while. He loved it and I answered yes because he said "I was going to sunbathe!" I realized he liked talking about it, but I wasn't going to sunbathe. So one day when I was coming home from the gym, I was very hot: I was still half sweaty, with a very small top, the size of the top of a bikini, short shorts, hair tied. Marcos was going to the hall with my wife and when I arrived he asked if he could talk to me quickly. I asked what it was, he showed me his workout routine and asked what I thought. I told him that his series knows who his staff is and he answered that he was asking for opinions from others because he was suspicious that his colleague staff was winding him up. I picked up the series, I looked and said it was OK. He asked me how my series was that week. He even wanted me to stay down there talking to them. So I went to sit on the couch in the hall area and we started talking. Because we were just going to have a couple of hours of conversation and the first 10 minutes of the conversation would end badly: my husband and I were going to have a quick talk with him. I asked him what it was, he showed me his workout routine and asked what I thought. I told him that my husband was going to start with the workout routine and he was going to tell me that he was going to have a hard time getting out of it. I asked my husband, he was going to go to the gym, and he told me that he was going to have a hard time to get out of it. He had a hard time to get it. I had to get it. He had to get it. I had to the elevator, I had to the elevator, and I had to go up, and he had to go up and I had to see it, and he had a little talk with my husband, and he had a conversation with my son. He was going to get it. He had a little bit of it. Now it was just to finish seducing Marcos. It was not going to be difficult. On Saturday morning our Guilherme went out to play soccer. I went to the pool with my blue toothpick. I was sunbathing and Marcos arrived. He sat next to me and started talking to me. And it didn't matter that I didn't notice that time and again he looked at my butt. So to provoke him even more, I got up and walked out to the gate saying that he was going to interfere. Lie, of course, there is no one at home. I came back and he was there. And I noticed his hard stick through the bermuda. We continued talking until he snapped and said sorry for a dip. I left the other side of the pool that year just to avoid him to give me a nice look at my ass. He said that he liked to relax, I went to the pool with him that day, looking at him through the wall, as if something had happened to my body. I knew that my husband and I were going to get married. Marcos sat next to me and started talking. And it didn't matter that I didn't notice that time and time and again he was looking at my butt. When my husband and I went to the bathroom with my wife, I realized that he was going to kiss me in the bathroom, we were going to say goodbye, but when Marcos told me that my wife and I was very happy. On Tuesday, I arrived at the stage (the afternoon stage) and asked to be excused on Thursday, explaining about my wedding anniversary. They gave me permission. I had the afternoon off on Thursday and was going to stay at home. Now it was time to play the bait for Marcos. Arriving at home, in my car, I saw that Marcos was in the hall as usual. I parked and picked up the phone. I went into the hall pretending to be angry, shouting "RIDICULOUS! HE IS RIDICULOUS! YOUR FUCK OF LIFE, WOMAN! BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WITH DATALHES, CHAU Marcos!" He joked by asking if I was nervous and replied (pretending to be angry) that the afternoon off on Thursday was enough to celebrate Guilherme's wedding anniversary and I didn't get the afternoon off. I was going to spend the evening alone in the lobby of my house. I pulled up and picked up the phone. I walked into the lobby pretending to be angry, shouting "RIDICULOUS! At five o'clock at lunch time I came home. It was almost 1 p.m., Wilhelm said that he would pick me up at 8 p.m. So I would have the whole afternoon free. I called my in-laws for security and asked them to call Wilhelm around 6 p.m. and ask him to come to their house - I made up the excuse that it was our wedding anniversary and I would make a surprise dinner. I turned off the phone, took off my clothes and I was only in shorts and a bra. I went to the balcony. Shortly after 1 p.m. I saw Marcos' car coming down the street. I was sure he had a cell phone there to eat me. A few minutes later the bell rang. I asked who he was and Marcos answered. He opened the door and I just liked asking what he wanted and he said that he was alone. He asked me to wait for him. I asked him to kiss me there urgently, and I would make a surprise dinner. I hung up the phone, took off my clothes and I went to the balcony. Shortly after 1 p.m.m. And I went down to my room and I opened the door, and when I saw that bed, it hit me with a regret. I was going to do that myself? I turned around, but I didn't have time to face Marcos. When I turned around, he had already kissed my mouth again. So much violence and desire. And with both hands, he held my butt and squeezed. We sat there, kissing. He put his hand on his chest, still on top of his shirt, and I was totally sucking his belly. He was sucking his whole body through the space between the nails and his nails. He was kissing my head and kissing my head. And I was standing by my door. I got up and I pulled him by the hand to my room. And I opened the door and when I saw that bed, he hit a regret. I was going to do that myself. I turned around, but I didn't have time to face Marcos. When I turned around, he had already kissed my mouth again. So much violence and desire. And with both hands, he held my butt and squeezed. We went to the bathroom to wash our faces, we washed our mouths and asked him to brush our teeth with his own cock with my husband's brush. We brushed our teeth, we went back to bed. He said that the dwarf had seen me completely naked and I said that the cock would only come down when he was hard again. We were talking and about 10 minutes later Marcos started kissing me. While we were kissing, I came down looking for his hard-earned cell phone. I masturbated and he took my cock out. While I was punching him, he opened my lips vaginally, he liked to put my finger on the delicate chrysanthemum cord very much. He said he loved my wedding cake. We were pulling my wedding cake for four minutes. When he took the stick out to rest. I started kissing him, giving him many little kisses in his mouth, and I took the noose off his neck. I put it on mine. He said that the grand finale would be that way. From the look of naughtiness he liked. But he offered me a challenge: it would have to be in his bed and his wife's. I agreed. Before we left, I asked him to help me. I took out the sheet that was still half full of naughtiness and in the washing machine. We turned the mattress to prevent anything from being seen. I folded the bed again. I noticed that Marcos was holding my slipper and he told me that he was going to take it as a souvenir and also as a revenge, because his shirt was torn. And I left it in mine. So I went to get something else to wear to his apartment and he said that the challenge was going to be back. Obviously he was going to go naked. I stayed in his bed and his wife's. I agreed. Before we left, I asked him to help me. I cleaned my whole room for safety. Marcos called me and asked for my cell phone. We exchanged numbers. We spent the rest of the night exchanging text messages. Even during dinner. Marcos would send me messages that made me very wet and I would retaliate. Guilherme would ask who I was and I would say that it was the people from the college planning a baby tea. To trick him, I arranged with some friends to send me messages wishing me a happy wedding anniversary and every time one of them arrived I would show it to Guilherme. After dinner, he wanted to go to the motel and I said that I had a headache. Of course I could take another one and I was in trouble, but Guilherme deserved the punishment. That day my adventures began. I began to cheat on William often. Sometimes with friends, sometimes with colleagues, sometimes with people I met recently. Some became steady lovers like Marcos, who eats me to this day. I also started a tradition: I would have sex with another every wedding anniversary. My sex life improved a lot - and, I guess, my marriage too. I hope you enjoyed it, it's a long story, I imagine it's a bag, but if you enjoyed it, I encourage you to write more stories from both the past and the present, all about betrayal, of course, after all, are the most interesting trances. All right, people. That's it, that's how my life of adventures started again. Anyone who wants to chat with me, feel free to write to me. But I don't use MSN, okay? Dad only saw e-mail anyway. Kisses and until next time.