Her Owner

She told me that she dreamed of another man using her body and I was this man embracing C, so I'll call her to tell the story. C who said he married very young and pregnant with his first child. No, she did not complain about life, house, children, husband. Stumbling here and there in boredom, C called herself a happy woman but lacked a lover, a man other than her husband to make fun of this woman and I am this man patiently preparing the ground for adultery.
I kissed C many times feeling her tongue entering my mouth and returning my tongue to that sensation which forbidden kisses give us. The last man who kissed on the lips other than his husband was a gate boy, a teenager's kiss discovering sexuality from afar. Now it was different. She; woman approaching thirty years old dreaming of sharing bed and desire with a man not her husband. To feel that man's hand on her body, the tongue of a man in his skin. The desire of this man who praised her beautiful hair and said he wanted to call this woman married with another "my girl".
- You have a husband, but I own you.
My body feels your skin and I want to be yours.
If someone asks me if she is beautiful, I can't answer. Maybe because of the rigid standards in this society that only accepts anorexic models; my C isn't pretty. But <unk> seeing this woman take off her clothes in front of me <unk> cannot hide my admiration. With the shyness of those who initiate adultery, C would remove his clothing with a low head and a slight smile of embarrassment. Without one hair on his body.
My husband doesn't like it when I want him to avoid me, so I shave everything.
- But I think this little naked thing is beautiful.
C poked his fingers and brought up the open bottle that I had licked, which smelled like something delicious.
- You want me to run things or you'd rather take the initiative.
I'm just asking you to take care of yourself, right?
- Don't worry about it.
And I used this woman's body without any restraint. I penetrated her pussy with force and hardness. I kicked her ass and was amazed at how much control she had over the little ring opening and closing to hold my dick. How she sucked my cock! There was goo beeping that piece of meat which splashed on her face in a wonderful mockery. In fact, I loved it when she told me that he made fun three times consecutively.
I'm the other man she always dreamed of.