The Wife Who Called Me

The couple that called me and ended up stopping the car



I like the game that is necessary in order to win over a committed woman, but not everyone likes entering into this risky game. Everyone should know about the risks of being involved with a married person and maybe that's what will give you a certain adrenaline rush with hard-on which increases all desire. I met Jaqueline at some friends house. She was there with her husband when we first saw each other. And because she was married I respected it as much as possible. The first glances were discreet so your husband wouldn't notice that I had an eye on him or her. I kept my eye on her because it was inevitable, as she was a pretty girl who could not fail to be noticed. Jaqueline is an attractive woman with short black hair and fair skin, green eyes and well-turned legs, beautiful buttocks and medium breasts. But soon I realized that she also looked at me discreetly in the eyes of those who saw us, but when they were just our eyes against each other this wasn't anything discrete anymore. She would scratch me from top to bottom without anyone noticing except for myself, just like she wanted. I seemed to know what I was doing, calculating the exact moment so that her eyes would catch me off guard and show me she wanted me as much as I did. But on this night only glances passed by without my being able to do anything about it. Only I wished at once to meet with this woman in a situation more propitious for us not just between looks. I met her a few times alone without the company of her husband, but on all these occasions we were always surrounded by friends and acquaintances who knew that she was engaged and only we continued with this game of glance. But she did not miss an opportunity and discreetly asked for my phone number with some excuse. She didn't take long to call, next day already heard his voice through the telephone. We talked and said that he was home alone and wanted to talk to someone. At first conversation was friendly, but soon began indirect ones. It was still like a game in which we were aware of the desires and risks, and that it would take great discretion if you really wanted to go beyond wishing on the phone. A few days went by and she called again; this time she wasn't at home but out on the street. She told me she had just dropped off her friend and didn't want to leave and jokingly asked if I did not want to be kidnapped. So she wanted to know if I was alone at home, but I wasn't and I warned her that there were some friends here who also knew her and it would not be discreet for either of us. She told me this is a pity because on that day she was willing to do something crazy and needed my help in doing so. And we kept talking, and she said that she was passing on the side street, so she continued to go down the road and from in front of my house I saw her driving past with a car and she also saw me. She stopped and while still chatting I said that I wanted to know if really my cordless phone would hold up for 50 meters which is what the manual says it's frequency distance from him and I walked towards the direction of the car. On the phone she said that she saw me coming through her rearview mirror, and so I told her we wouldn't be needing my phone anymore. So I hung up on her as soon as I got there and opened the car door. And then I walked in, and even with all of this weather, we greeted each other. She was wearing jeans and a light jacket. She said there was too much light where we were, I led her to a darker place not far from home. So she stopped the car and started doing what some days ago we had been crazy about doing: We kissed each other with desire, squeezing our bodies together. My tongue slipped all over her mouth and her hands already ran inside my shirt. She was so desirous that she quickly tore off my shirt and began stroking her fingernails on my chest making me kiss it and groan with those nails scratching slightly. My hands didn't stay still either and then they ran between her thighs which were all exposed and I squeezed, caressed and those twisted thighs until it reached into her panties. Then she clutched me more tightly and started to scratch my back when my fingers pulled away from her underwear and began touching her mouthpiece. She kissed me, hugged me and bit my ear whilst moaning while my finger penetrated feeling her lipstick getting all wet. I took my hand out of there to pull off her blouse but she asked me not to stop so she tore the shirt herself leaving bare breasts. I didn't think twice and soon my mouth was sucking, licking and biting those tasty breasts. She was getting all wet and moaning non-stop not letting me take my hand out of her underpants. And with her hands she sometimes scratched me and now squeezed me against her boobs so that I would suck it vehemently. She begged me to rub it hard and penetrate my fingers inside her. She cried and asked: "Go in, go into, go in and suck me like this, Marcus, I am almost having fun! Go delicious, hum!" Then the moans began to get more intense and sharp, she squeezed me twisting my body, her thighs pressed against each other and she only knew how to groan denouncing his enjoyment. She stood there whining and calling me delight for a few moments until the creature caught up. She lowered my bench and came sitting on top of me. Pulled off his underwear just getting out of Me. I was still wearing pants. I was lying with the bench all tilted and she on my lap leaned her body towards me and began to suck my breastplate, biting me, sucking me and scratching my arms while rubbing his naked muzzle over the volume formed in my trousers. Her skirt had already been raised up to the waist, I tried to caress it but she would raise my arms and asked me to stand still that now it was her turn. She then moved back a little from my lap and came kissing my belly making me groan, she just let my hands caress her hair while she now stroked the nails on my nipples. Passing his tongue all over my stomach he began to unbutton my trousers, tightened my volume and was lowering the zipper slowly until my entire underwear appeared. My panties were stuffed with my dick completely hard. She then bit my dick over the top of her panties, giving kisses on it and with teeth holding onto the underwear was lowering it until my cock jumped out touching his face lightly. From so much horny head mine had a few drops of transparent sperm that left its melodic face. She still caressed her face all over my stick, until she looked at him holding firmly with her hands in the base and began to give kisses, passing her lips through the headdress, coming with the tongue from the bottom to the tip tearing me screams of pleasure. She looked at him again and swallowed it, making me twitch with excitement. She licked my whole dick with her saliva sucking it so fast that she made a noise. I told her I wasn't going to endure the joke, but she kept on sucking and I didn't hold out, I joked in her mouth. She let the first jet of laughter enter her mouth and then took off punching my cock near her breasts so that I finished laughing at their boobs leaving them all drunk. She then took a towel out of the glove compartment and some condoms, wiped off with her handkerchief all that was dripping on her breasts and hands and between my thighs but didn't wipe down any more. Then she started sucking it again by swallowing and drying up every last drop of shit draining from my dick. My dick couldn't even get enough rest so she sucked until he got as stiff as before. I unzipped my trousers. Once again she climbed up to my lap, lifted her body slightly holding on to my stick and steered it towards the entrance of her pacifier lowering herself down a little bit until her head started penetrating and making way for her to sit once in awhile on my cock cozying him. Her dress pulled up and I could feel her ride hard, felt her hair brushing my body as she jumped hard on top of me down onto my lap. My hands just grabbing that ass helping it in and out. She squeezed tightly and asked me to hit her butt, she said: "Go Marcus, Hit my butt, squeeze it, strong grip going hot. Go horny, squester while I feel this tasty dick eating me. It's delicious squeezes me because I want to feel the whole cock inside myself". It made me crazier, and I'd squeeze her ass between my fingers so tightly that it would snap out of its butt not as hard but burst into flame. As she clutched the bottom harder, she moaned louder and rode more intensely causing our bodies to explode by bumping against each other in the up-and-down sweetness of our bodies. We stood there for a few minutes whimpering with pleasure, then she also lowered her seat on all fours towards me with her backside sticking out and just looked at me. It was my turn to return the blowjob she had given me. First I stuck my fingers in her ass, pinching them and with thumbs caressed around his butt. She stood all exposed and groaned rolling up her arse as my tongue ran through the lips of its mouthpiece. Delighted myself with the taste of that wet-ass lip by passing it over her entire tongue then concentrating on the grill. I was not in a very comfortable position to do this, but the pleasure of hearing her moaning endlessly and having to restrain herself from shouting excessively (after all we were on the street, and even being an empty street had adrenaline someone could arrive at any moment) made me forget about any discomfort that might have felt. With one hand left my thumb around his butt and with the other I began penetrating the index finger into its mouth while still sucking it . This made her moan and talk even more, without stopping to roll his hips licking me all with the taste of that kiss. "Ah, cute boy, suck it up go! That squeezes me and sucks me whole come delight makes me laugh. Suck me opens make me joke in its mouth goes horny I'm your Marcus not so I will have fun like this Ah, delicious!" she would say between one whimper and another. I sucked a little bit further until among words and groans he denounced yet another pleasure then asked me: "Go now put into my bowl. You left everything wet Now you can put your stick therein". I want you to stick it in Marcus. Eat me go, put your dick inside of me sticks hard on me goes Marcus hot". It gave me the greatest sensation hearing her say my name then i was positioned with her still four hands on his hips feeling my cock rubbing by its butt and going down into his thighs finally touching his cheekbones brushed him over the lips of the mouthpiece and touched with head at the entrance and with a slight movement of my hip towards her body was sliding smoothly in his cheeks that were all lubricated felt my tasty penis enter until the end I would thrust myself willingly into that kiss, squeeze her buttocks apart so she could watch my dick go in and out of the kiss. The condom shone from being lubricated as it was. She moaned now whispering this way only to continue with the groaning after asking me: "Go hot, get hard and have fun on my back will you". And there I stood sticking nice and strong feeling my cock all inside her; I prayed for my body over her back so I can touch her breasts which were wobbling while she also rolled up her hips. So the one who moaned was me, screaming with pleasure when I felt the fun coming, pulled off my condom directed my dick at his back and punched myself letting the fun come. While he yelled trying to make all the fun be on her back, I had to leave my cock very close to her back almost leaning so that no sperm fell by the car. The fun stayed in the gap of her back and then she dried it with a towel. And asked to clean my penis and sucked him once again. She wiped it saying that only cleans because could not stand anymore. We got dressed and talked a little bit before we left. She dropped me off at the corner of my house. And almost two hours later I come back with the phone in hand, and my friends are still there asking where I've been (they hardly knew). He said that an ex-girlfriend called me and wanted to go out for some rides. Anyone who wants to write me is from Ponta Porã - MS My email address: preliminar_ms@bol.com.br