Two men made me a whore

Two men made me a whore
How long I had been traveling! About two hours! The dark road the windshield wiper was working intermittently because a rain fell without stopping, its movement seemed to mean that my behavior hours before was inappropriate. A simple couple's quarrel should not have produced such anger in me and I shouldn't have left untimely. Through the internal rear-view mirror look at the poorly made suitcase thrown on the back seat? Fuck! All this fighting over a shorter skirt! He had no right to forbid me, although in middle age I still have the body to make any girl envious.
A light on the road indicates access to a hotel just ahead, one had only to take an alleyway and walk for about two kilometers. It was a farmhouse-hotel very suitable for those who wished to rest. Since it was night all I could see was the main building illuminated with a beautiful garden in front of it and lights from several chalets lit up; I would not know everything until the next day when daylight came!
The reception room was very cozy with chairs and tables scattered around, conducive to reading or a good flirtation, although most of the people were accompanied by me all right had not gone there with that intention what I really wanted was to rest and forget about the horrible night he'd had.
I picked up the keys to my chosen cottage, but first wanted to go into a bar for something relaxing. With a Campari in hand and listening to the pianist play, appreciating a couple dancing, I think that with the atmosphere of the environment and the warmth produced by the Campari on me was getting loose. Distracted frightened insistence two men looking at me, especially my legs which crossed exhibited much of the thighs. I got up from the bench and hurriedly tried to get out of there. That's when I realized that I was wearing a skirt which caused my fight with my husband, some guilt fell on me;
As soon as I entered the cottage, I went to my bed and threw myself on top of it in a way that is both exhausted and also slightly dazed by Campari. I was surprised to see my image reflected from the ceiling along with mine; it felt like being alone in some motel room! I still saw a young woman, at first I looked into her face there were no marks of expression, just the slight hissing typical in serious women. The light-colored hair was breaking up somewhat with continence. Hands and feet well done without any paint only a base on nails, legs still beautiful to confirm what I think about myself pulled out my skirt until his underwear is visible, thighs curly but from a morene who misses sunshine.
Just thinking that's the reason for every fight makes my blood boil. "Pigeon, I was always faithful to you".
Suddenly a break in my thoughts leads me to that little bar, those two men sitting at the table watching me, their faces engraved on my retina. They were tall with white skin and sunburns of reddish color; one had the sweetest expression while the other's face was striking typical for someone who works under the sun. The eyes of both of them looked gray-colored because they seemed like predators, I confess I felt myself as prey. As I traveled through my mind I am again surprised by the mirror stripping off my soul, what I saw frightened me! My blouse open and my hand between the bra smoothing out my breasts, I made an ugly face for reflection reproving her behavior and tried to sleep.
The sunny morning makes me wear shorts a blouse tied by a knot just below the bust showing my belly, sneakers with short socks , a very sporty way well suited to the place! I walk around the cottage ... A cozy and illuminated place feel peace of mind that for long time did not experience, thought about night readings, ecological walks, in the sun beside the pool. While thinking sat on a rocking chair positioned at the window all glazed .
Looking out I could see the splendor of the place, mountain with trails, a white ridge emerging from green and disappearing in greenery, concludes that it was a distant waterfall, the paths looked like snakes disappearing into the bush. Bringing the view as if on a cinematic zoom inside the inn I saw the main mansion... There was everything very little masonry made of wood except for swimming pools and tennis courts which when I saw took me by surprise ... They were both there playing! The heart beat harder they were the cause of my restlessness last night it seems that everything was coming back, a beating heart, sweat suddenly rising on my hands. Stuck by an unknown fear I only had strength to let go of curtains and protected by them stand enjoying both playing there was reason for tanned shorts and no shirts, body sweaty as fast movements game his sweat spilled into the air reaching me smell stronger than man's own scent bush. The first one of striking looks exhibited an athletic body with hair on the chest already pulling towards gray, this stage that marks a man as full, full of vigor and experience! Mature beauty that drives any woman crazy. And the other, younger, smooth body and velvety red skin, thinnest face almost youthful, both above 1.80 meters. Once again my female instinct surfaces heat takes over my body sweat soaks my armpits, numb breasts try to pierce the light fabric camisole I was wearing, moist warm liquid wet my panties. If a whore smells like that it was the smell of one, and that scared me!
Breakfast should do me good, set my thoughts in order and bring back the balance. After all I'm still married to a man that I love...
I walk through the court quickly with my head down and scared to death that one of them will call me or make a joke.I couldn't help but get greeted by their good day, which was met with a slight nod just enough to realize they were looking at my legs with this begging look; it made me blush and regret having worn those shorts again.
After coffee, I decide to take one of those trails. Walking will do me good. The smell of the woods and birds singing at a waterfall should calm my spirits! Who knows how to go home and accept my husband's demands!! Why am I thinking about these two simultaneously? One could be the mature man who would teach me things of love that give me security and lead me into delirium; the other young person might bring back the explosion of youthfulness with lots of energy but little experience. Only one should be part of my fantasies and not both.
I had lost track of time already walked for more than an hour when unleashed with my thoughts I stumbled on a stone and twisted my ankle.I don't speak badly but thought about some before starting to cry. How do you go back if I can barely walk?A large smooth rock nearby was my shelter I crawled up there and kept cheering for someone to appear. Fear began to take over me when I heard horde of horses...There they were! My heart beat faster, I thought about them so much that they already seemed intimate.I did not need to call for help the one with gray chest on top of the horse and he held my ankle immediately realizing what had happened.
You cheered.
His voice and the touch of his hand made me tremble in a hushed, slightly hoarse tone. I said yes; my senses were so focused on desire that pain had disappeared.
You shouldn't have climbed that trail alone, it's dangerous.
Thank you for your help.
_____ You don't have to say thank you, just open your blouse and show off your boobies because they look beautiful.
That's the kind of coffee you don't get.
A laugh and a question.
_____ What kind of person would like to be here a romantic rider, with me it is so will show or I leave already threatening to ride the horse.
I looked at the other one who was still riding and looking for help, but he just stood there with a smile on his face.
- Wait, please don't leave me here.
____ I don't want to leave you here anymore it is you who does not want to go what harm there in opening the blouse and showing your breasts that must be beautiful.
Embarrassed, I still tried the last appeal. With tears in my eyes and sitting on the stone began to release buttons opening his blouse and showing my breasts that by tension of the moment were with nipples bruised.
____ Satisfied, we can go.
Very close to me, he looked like a huge man was bending down and with his bowl-shaped hands took hold of my breasts then turning the hands began quenching them. The warm touch and heat from his mouth near mine raised my temperature, I lacked air trembling ran through my body soon followed by numbness that paralyzed me. I thought he would kiss me! No, stood up and in an authoritative way asked.
Take off your shorts .
____ What?
____ You understood the panties too.
I no longer had the strength to resist, so I obeyed and just looked at his companion who was still riding. No more thought of asking for help; only did not have the courage to look him in the face as he took off my shorts and panties. My ankle didn't hurt anymore because I stood up with one hand trying to cover both breasts while the other covered my penis. My shame was enormous, not from the situation but from fear that he would know that I wanted it most of all. He hugged me by touching my butt and pulling her against his body Once again I felt that fainting feeling, lifted my face and closed my eyes waiting for a passionate kiss which didn't come.
_____ Your bouquet is well-haired next time come with it shaved.
Who he thinks I am... a whore who's later paid off and thanked for it.
She took me in her arms and gently placed me on the smooth stone, his body made shadow of the sun there I could open my eyes and see its huge member, did not imagine that they can get like this, so big, she knew only her husband's and thought all were equal. He lodged himself between my legs with his strong hands fastened my fists against the rock, his mouth searched for my breasts and like a hungry wolf began to suck them up, his bulky member between my leg with its head on the door of my little groin I waited that he would stick it in preparing myself for the initial pain which I knew was coming felt all wet without being able to touch me whimper lowly while he bites my nipples gently wanted penetration not to come tried myself by raising my hip towards his limb but he walked away as if trying to judge me.
_____ Do you want it or not?
I nodded yes.
I want you to ask .
In a hushed voice that was almost gone, I asked.
I just felt my head coming in, wanting everything and not getting it all.
____Ask like a bitch, you want to be one don't ya?
____ Please, put it all in I can't take any more, I want to feel your whole fuck curling me up, you put my macho I am yours for whatever you want. Yes I'm your bitch and whoever you want most. While asking already almost crying felt the locomotive move little by little that fucking was penetrating me I groaned of pain and pleasure, the pain was disappearing only being pleasurable, my legs braided on his waist feared he would run away. I started mocking, at first low but later screamed.
You can scream in here. Nobody hears you, bitch!
In all those years of marriage, I didn't know what it was to feel the presence of a male inside you.
Again he gently turns me over and leaves me in the position of a dog, submissive I don't react I stay in the waiting position while standing he admires my ass.
Suck it up.
I was not in a position to argue and did not want. I started kissing that fat head, with my tongue surrounded the stick didn't fit into my mouth, only his head and little more, everything you could shove inside me sucked it up with extreme desire, supporting myself just one hand on the stone the other caressed its bag squeezing balls with your fingers. Every now and then looked up to see the expression of enjoyment boy, thought about him as my own child. Distracted by the pleasure I felt from the taste of that stick in my mouth, I forgot there was a dick waiting for me to come back.
No, I'm a virgin and won't last long.
Quiet whore.
I saw him spit on my hand and pass it over the stick in an attempt to lubricate and relieve my pain, first his little tip just for aiming, then both hands pressed against my hip to force penetration.
My voice was crying, but that didn't move them.
____ Push it out that helps.
I think that was the maximum of tenderness he could give, help me suffer less.
____ Ready head passed the rest is easier.
I felt each piece entering inside me when it reached the bottom he stopped, stood still neither in nor out! I went relaxing... The pain was fading away ... When I realized that it was I who rolled on this hard shit, now it was him who moaned with pleasure. He looked back and saw his face twisted from joy sweat dripping all over his body Smiles satisfied, it was I who began to take control.I again opened the cock of the boy (how do you say must be about 25 years old) sucked and punched the kid, if everything continued like this would have been washed by fucking on all sides, but my male did not want so he turned around and I hooked up with him went along, he coast in stone his dick on my ass me belly-up, open pocket.
He wants to fuck you, too.
With my hands free I made a sign for him to come up, opening his legs more. He knelt in front of me and took the mouth on my xana searched for my cricket with his tongue, and sucked. The rough language gave me extreme pleasure nuca had gotten the cocksucking by someone ?who delighted?. The stick entering and leaving my ass, the male's hands squeezing my breasts drove me crazy, I let loose curses! He slid up and licked my whole body where his tongue went, knew he was going to get another cock so I opened more legs. The wet bottle made him slip in, his dick disappeared inside of mine, felt it beating into my uterus. Trapped between the two bodies just asked for deeper
____ Aiiiii, delicious...puts it all in..aiiiiiiii Hummmmmmmm faster, your horns, your deer, go eat that bitch ... fills me with shit.
And the fucking came and we all had fun at once , it was so much fuck that it slipped through my legs . We were glued to this rock until their jackets went soft .
Tired and in pain, I went into the bath thinking about what I had done.When it was time to go home with my bags packed, I left to close up shop and get my car.There they were on the court playing as if nothing had happened.I stopped to say goodbye but before that shamelessly raised my skirt without any panties or a shaved boot, smiling maliciously.
_____ You asked, I obeyed.
In saying good-bye, I made a point of asking one last question: ____ Why didn't you kiss me on the mouth?
I don't kiss whores.
In the car thinking about that last sentence, I understood what he meant it was his password!
When I got home, I was ready for another fight. But to my surprise, he ran up and kissed me on the cheek, apologizing and promising that from then on he would no longer care what clothes I wore.
____ It's really good, I have always been faithful to him and would not like such silly things affect the trust we have in each other.
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