My Stepmother is Addicted to Fucking and Big Dick (Part 1)

My name is Lorena and I'm 31 years old I'm blonde and I'm 5'10" and I'm a guitar player and I have very thick thighs since I started gymnastics at 16 and for 10 years I was the happiest woman in the world. When I was 19 years old I met a skinny young man named Roberto he was 28 years old and 1.86 meters tall when we met we realized that we had a very strong chemistry, even though I wanted something more than a friendship Roberto is a single father and the relationship did not end very well. When we were talking about dating, he tried to tell me that he wasn't ready and that he loved our relationship, that I was a great friend, you know, all that macho, indecisive talk, but I was smarter than him, and I was eating off the edges, and by the time he realized that a year had passed, he was at the altar with me. He even joked at vow time that that day a year ago he told me it was just friendship but now he couldn't imagine living without me, That day the only thing that was better than his speech was our wedding night I was a virgin already Roberto had only stayed with his ex-wife. At first I struggled with the size, but since I'd only seen porn, I thought his size was a little above average. But when he impaled me with that pole, I realized that sex wasn't like porn. That first experience almost ended our honeymoon. But I wanted to have fun so after a few days I got some tips from some friends who called me exhibitionist and lucky. so I took courage and asked to try again but this time Roberto would give me a massage would give me light sucks on the neck and put a lot of lubricant on my bouquet and when I was quite excited I would ride over him and at my own pace. What I didn't expect was that the difference would be so big that I had barely started to put and touch my clitoris but it wasn't even halfway and I already wanted to have fun so I went up and down as far as I could but Roberto was getting bigger and harder. So he asked me if he couldn't go deeper but I said I couldn't so he asked me for him to go above but I didn't let him I didn't know what I was feeling until I had a big orgasm came without warning and my body got all itchy and my legs got weak and I fell on top of him. And when it all came in never again I put only half, even I had just made fun of Roberto couldn't stop but he got on top of me and began to eat me much harder and he wasn't even close to making fun he ate me so nice that I couldn't even speak and to make it worse he didn't let go of my clitoris when my bouquet was making wet sounds he got excited it was when I felt my body shiver all and all I wanted was to have fun so I myself began to touch my clitoris until make fun very hard and squirt for the first time and our how it was nice became my first vice in bed but When we went back to our normal life we formed our family I Roberto and my little stepson Leandro we became the maromba family I got a body and Roberto looked like a fighter so muscular and to improve made several tattoos that new look of him filled me with horny. Already my stepson grew up at eighteen he had a nice hair 1.77 tall and a well-muscled body for his age and white like his mother and even being quite shy the genetics has its favorites even he being a discreet boy always had a lot of girl like him which made him over time a very flirtatious young man. I'm not complaining but the worst part of my marriage is my husband's job he could work in his father's company but for him to be a firefighter is his dream come true but he's an unlucky firefighter he's already injured himself several times there encasa is forbidden to turn on the evening newspaper because if they report a fire I can't sleep at night But my man knows how to make it up to me . It 's just that when he got home , we had wild sex . Sometimes I 'd expect him to come without underwear and a bra . That was the best phase of my life I was with the men I loved most in life although Roberto was very dedicated to the work he never stopped being a husband and a father present sometimes he was not there but no one is perfect and whenever Leandro needs advice Roberto is there. And even after years of marriage, we've never stopped being lovers. Roberto always takes me to dinner dancing to parties we always take time to be together and I loved to see the chin of the woman when I looked at him especially on the beach with that abdomen tanquinho and the looks of men increase the self-esteem of any one. Even though I like to show him around I'm pretty jealous. I'm tired of having nightmares about him with other women. I'd wake him up screaming that he cheated on me and slapping him and then I'd die of shame. Roberto insisted on returning those caps he made my turnip all red it burned at first but then he started to leave my bucket soaked it was so nice that I asked him to fuck me but the bastard held on my neck and gave me some slaps on the face and then played siren for me punishing my little pocket that was desperate wanting cock to get worse he knew when I was going to joke and stopped at the best part. Then he had the stick face to give me a kiss like he didn't know what he was doing but I knew his weakness I pretended to return his kiss and without him knowing I grabbed his bag if he didn't start me I would squeeze those balls even knowing that I would squeeze he loved to provoke me by putting that stick very slowly and as promised I squeezed even and I told him to really fuck me enough foreplay. He smiled and said, "All right". Then he stabbed me really hard with that huge prick. My eyes got all twitchy, and to make matters worse, the alarm clock went off before he could even think of stopping. I used to love it and make a point of eating that delicious fucking look in his eyes with the greatest satisfaction, as his dick hardened again even after a long wild sex and when it happened he would make a point of hitting and rub his dick in my face and then talk about it was time for him to go to work. I loved it and I hated it at the same time when he did it with me just him getting his dick close to my face just to smell it already filled me with a hard-on I was addicted and I can't even remember but when was the last time I didn't taste the fat fuck of it after sex and Roberto knew how I looked and still did it but I always teased him saying he could stay here with me while I opened my legs and bit his lip it was obvious that he was tempted but he always went to work I was in the happiest moment of my whole life I had a husband who loves me even though I couldn't get pregnant I had a cute son we had no problem with money actually my son worked in the company of grandfather and earned better than his father so he was already looking for a place to live, it was then that I spoke to Roberto asking him to retire and go to work with his father that without our son living here we could start a new phase like traveling the world have our second honeymoon and who knows we have a second child by a surrogacy. But he didn't want to he told me that if he stopped he wouldn't be but the man I married and would become those retirees who complain about everything, even I said I didn't care if he changed what I wanted was to be able to sleep without fear of waking up and receive another news that he was hurt again or even worse. Even though I practically begged him he still didn't give in but after seven months the worst happened I was cleaning the house on a quiet Tuesday while I was listening to music someone knocks on my door when I open the door I see two friends from Roberto's work in uniforms and only by their face I knew that the worst had happened, when my husband was injured he just called our house to report what happened. They told me that Roberto died in a work accident last night and only found the body this morning, when I got the news my blood pressure dropped and one of the firefighters had to hold me at that moment my world collapsed I went back to live with my parents because everything in that house reminded me of Roberto I could hardly feed myself and spent most of the day crying in my room at that time I lost about ten pounds. I only managed to go to the funeral on the basis of medication and with the help of my parents, when I arrived at the funeral I couldn't help but get excited besides the family the friends and co-workers there were several people that my husband saved and there were many people the news of his death came out in the newspaper so even people who didn't know him went to the funeral until his father who wanted him to inherit the company also got excited. When my son arrived at the funeral I grabbed him and I was clinging to him I didn't want to let him go at all as he lived far away he only managed to arrive on the day of the funeral just before he took me to my parents' house he told me that if I wanted he would ask for a transfer from work and would live with me for a while.