The first betrayal of a faithful wife - Part 1

I got this story by email, I don't know who the protagonists are, but I found it very exciting, so I share it with all of you. The goals of me writing here are twoFirst I hope my friend reads and answers me, because to avoid any problem at home, I tore up every ticket with phone or e-mail and now not I have a way to contact you. Second, so I can remember every wonderful minute that I've been reading this account every time I miss what happened. I'm a married, accomplished woman, having everything a woman can desire. Working husband, charming, caring, industry lawyer. Maybe the only thing you don't have are kids yet, but we've been thinking about to conceive briefly. I married a virgin, only becoming a woman on my wedding night. husband considers me completely trustworthy. I'd never been with another man to bed, rare fact among girls From these days. Maybe because we live in a town not too small, but inside, where people take more care to avoid gossip from Neighbors. Of course, I had a few boyfriends, but with them it was just those Hugs, kisses and caresses over clothes. The most we could do, with one of the boyfriends, inside the car, he would take my breasts out, caress them and kiss them, while taking his penis out and telling me to hold it while he kissed me and sucked my breasts until he ejaculated in my hand. So I knew how a penis worked. On these occasions I was super excited, of course, but I could control myself, never letting my panties go. After several sessions of these caresses, this boyfriend even put his Penis between my thighs in his father's car, I always wear panties, even After he tried to take her away. After he was messing with his penis between my thighs, he would ejaculate, dirty my thighs, my panties and my dresses. Today I know my mother should have seen the stains and known what if I did, but at the time, I didn't think about it, my mother was very discreet. I work as executive secretary for a multinational industry that installed in the region. One day the head of HR called me and said I had to take a course in update in Rio de Janeiro, and that my boss has already been informed and authorized, lasting 10 days. At night, at home, I told my husband I was going to have to travel to and he thought it was normal and so was I. The course would be in a week. I would travel on Sunday because Monday morning I would start the course and I'd finish the other Wednesday, and there'd be a class even on a Saturday, just Resting on Sunday. When the date came, my husband took me to the nearby city airport, Because our city has no airport. I got to RJ and went by taxi to the hotel, where I called home to tell my husband everything went well. I had dinner at the hotel, took a shower and slept early to be well disposed at the Monday. The next morning I got ready and went to the taxi course. There I met someone who was taking the same course, very nice and fun, besides very charming, reminding a little of Tom Cruise. He sat next to me and when the Professor formed pairs of discussions, for that would be the same until the end of the course, he and I stayed in the same group. Analyzing the problems experienced by the professor, we discussed the solutions, I And the new colleague, that day we were together all day, including at lunch. We went together, in the coffee break he always brought me juices, teas, pâtés, etc. And we saw that we had a lot in common. It was a very pleasant company, besides he was a beautiful man! The course was very useful, and with good teachers that animated our time All of it. At the end of the day I knew he was also in the same hotel as me. He invited me to go back together in the same cab, and on the way to me He invited us to dinner and discuss the subjects of the course. Until then I thought everything was normal. We went to dinner at the hotel restaurant, where we talked about the course, while we were having dinner, having a bottle of wine. After dessert and coffee, he asked if I didn't want to go dancing. I said thank you and said I'd stay for another day and that tomorrow I had to wake up. early. He said that underground there was a piano bar for anyone who wanted to dance. Reluctant, but in the face of his charm and insistence I agreed, after all I had nothing to do, except stay in the apartment watching TV, not to mention that the invitation came from a handsome gentleman. The place was pretty nice, half light, romantic music, hot for dancing, which I loved, but my husband didn't like dancing. It's been so long since I danced. We started dancing a slow song. Soon he went to squeeze me close to him, I thought I'd back off, but I let him, after all it was a romantic song for himself dancing like that. We danced well together. His hand passed from my back and went to my waist where he started lifting his buttocks. I've had a chill since I was married. I've never been in this situation with a man other than my husband. His other hand that held my left hand, it was pressed between our bodies, and the shore of his hand was leaning against my breast, which was not I can deny it, it gave me a natural excitement. He came to praise me, saying that I was beautiful, with a body of envy to models, that my husband was a lucky man, that I danced like a ballerina. I was red with shame, not knowing what to say, after all, inside, Never has a man been saying such things to a married lady. He pressed me more against you pressing my breasts against your chest and I could feel his penis, hard, leaning on me. That situation was new to me, I panicked, after all it was the first Once something like this happened. I saw it was getting dangerous and I said I'd retire to my apartment. I let him go and I took the elevator, shaking, gasping, nervous, His legs are tight. In the apartment, I opened the bar and drank a cold mineral water to calm me down, and then, while I was taking off my clothes, I was thinking about what happened, still a little shaky and panting. I put on my sweater, I lay down and I couldn't sleep thinking about everything that happened. I was confused, on the one hand my faithful wife instinct said something, On the other hand, there was an unknown feeling, which left me in doubt, Which turned me on clearly, wondering if I should take this unique opportunity to meet another man or continue in my routine and not betray my husband. I couldn't deny that the desire to meet another man turned me on, but I was ashamed of myself for having that thought. I was having a good, unique opportunity, perhaps in life, right there, in the same hotel, without any acquaintances, a secret that would be ours alone, I knew that I was also married and so I would never tell anyone. I ended up sleeping in the middle of the night. The next morning I woke up with a heavy head, but the day went by normal in the course, me and him solving together the problems proposed by Professor. There was work where my new friend and I worked together for a long time, his company was very fun and pleasant. At the end of the day he offered me a taxi ride back to the hotel. When we arrived at the hotel, he invited me to dinner from there to review the course material (at least with the excuse to recall matters of the course, my conscience did not hurt to accept). I took it and went to my apartment, where I called my husband. I took a shower, put on a light dress that highlighted my fine waist, revealing my alvas back and a discreet neckline let me see the neck of the breasts and the groove between them, I saw myself in the mirror. At first, there was a feeling of guilt. I thought I'd put on some clothes. More conservative work, but something in my head told me to keep going So I decided to stay in my madness after all it was nothing scandalous. At the restaurant, he praised me again. What woman doesn't love to hear compliments, especially from the mouth of such a handsome and charming man. He kept saying that my husband was a lucky man, because he had a beautiful, intelligent wife with a teenage body, and he said something that made me blush, because he said I was very horny and hot. No one's ever said anything like that since I got married, after all, I live in a country town. * To keep him from getting ideas, I already told him that I married a virgin and that I never cheated on my husband until then. After a lot of talking drinking, we went to dinner. After dinner, we went dancing again. This time we're dancing and gradually leaning on each other and I felt his stiff penis again. It turned me on clear but also scared, but the horny one spoke louder and I remained dancing, feeling that hard thing rubbing my abdomen. His hand that was on my shoulders, they began to caress my back and his head was approaching my shoulder, more and more, his mouth came by my ear, while we danced on little sticks, his head on my shoulders, his mouth by my ear. He started muttering words of affection, of praise, that was letting my guard down. He started kissing me in the ear, giving me the creeps, then in the face, Until our lips met. He went on to seal my lips, and I couldn't resist letting him go on. He saw that he was winning the battle, until his lips glued to mine And I felt his tongue invading my lips, wanting to penetrate my mouth And, unbelievably, instead of offending me, an invitation to your language. It was enough to feel his tongue starting to penetrate his mouth, I got that hot tongue that touched my tongue and still repays, putting now, my tongue between his lips, that he immediately He trapped with his lips and our tongues began to fight a battle. I got my legs squeaky, shaky, breathy and instinctively, in a gesture of daring but unconsciously, Harder. I felt the hardness of his penis touching my pubic region even more, he also embraced me stronger. Luckily the faint ambient light didn't let anyone understand anything, everyone. Couples were dancing pretty tight and exchanging passionate kisses, No one paying attention to what another couple did. At that moment I felt that I had reached a dangerous point from which I could no longer return. We exchanged an accomplice look, kissed and with no words, he took me by the arms we left the dance floor, and headed for the elevator. We went up to my apartment like a couple coming home from dinner. I'd be surprised myself by my docile attitude, without protesting, without dismissing him. When I walked into my apartment and closed the door, with him following me, As I passed the lock on the door, he hugged me from behind doing feel your penis on my buttocks. He turned me in the face, faced me, oh my God, I saw that beautiful face, man so close to that penumbra, that manly voice murmuring words of love. We looked into our eyes as our faces approached, we began to kiss, lewd kiss, tongue with tongue. While kissing me, he was caressing me over his clothes, until The zipper of the dress on my back began. He lowered the straps by my arms and left the top of the dress down to the waist. We were hugging and kissing, me with the top of the dress on our waist And bra that let you see the breast lap, while he discreetly went Take off your shirt and keep your pants on. We took off our shoes while our tongues fought a battle while kissing me. He with his hands on my back, unbuttoned my bra by loosening his straps. From the shoulders, I helped shrink my arms. He took it out of my arms until he lowered the glasses, leaving my breasts free, and put the bra on the chair while he was kissing my neck. His hands held and clenched my breasts, then his mouth came kissing, my lap and finally my breasts. As her lips held my nipple, her hand held the other breast in full. Then it was his turn to open the side zipper at waist height, mine Dress, dress I had won as a gift from my husband. I turned aside to make it easier for him to see the side zipper of the dress, so he opened the zipper. It was an unusual situation for me because even my husband didn't do that, opening my dress. I couldn't believe I turned around to offer a strange man to open the zipper that was the last defense of my body, and even more within a hotel room, where an inviting bed was right in front of us. He took off my dress and his pants. He left me with his panties in the open, and he left my buttocks out and he had his underwear on. It was the first time any man other than my husband took my Dressed, unbuttoned my bra, and I saw myself with only a tiny panties. And now, I'm standing in my panties alone, with my breasts showing her with rigid nipples swirling a hairy chest, hugging a man in his underwear, and the two of us in a hotel room with no witnesses and an inviting bed next door and a penumbra that created a more secret and exciting atmosphere yet. After many kisses on his lips and breasts, he caught me in his lap and He took me into his arms to bed, where he lovingly laid me. He came next to me in his underwear and started kissing me, that lewd, hot kiss, tongue with tongue, my breasts compressed by his hairy chest. His penis was so hard, he'd lift his underwear by pushing the fabric. He stood on top, I felt the pressure of the hairy thorax on my breasts, I opened my legs, he came in between them and I felt his penis pushing against the vaginal region, while he kissed me. He began to kiss my neck, my lap as his hands massaged my breasts, he kept licking my neck, my breasts, my belly and went down my thighs and legs. Came up kissing everything, even lick my breasts again. He held them and shook hands while sucking on the nipples that were stiff, saying: - "That's a nice, soft sucker." My breath has accelerated, I couldn't stop myself from moaning with The caresses he was making. He started taking off my panties and to my surprise, I didn't do any gesture to stop it, on the contrary it was as if that was the most natural. Your fingers held the sides of my panties and started pulling down, first discovering the hairs, then the hips I raised helping. I couldn't believe it, I was a devoted, faithful wife, lifting her hips to make it easy for a man to take off my panties, and that was me lying on a bed, and a man in his underwear. Then my panties went through his buttocks, until he took it out. legs leaving me all naked. I was the faithful wife, lying naked and I didn't even feel ashamed with him watching and admiring my breasts, my belly, my vaginal hair, my thighs, my legs. He started kissing my legs, my knees, my thighs, little was moving one thigh away from the other. With all affection, he began to lick the sides of my thighs until he reached the vaginal lips, the skin between the vagina and the anus making me groan and shudder. At one point he spread my legs, twirling my buttocks, he said: “Love, what a beautiful pussy! Let me suck that hot pussy?” More than I said. - "Suck me all, please suck my pussy" He glued his mouth to suck me, felt that hot mouth in contact with My vagina. It started licking, I felt the tongue go through all the tear of the vagina and then penetrated the vaginal orifice with its tongue. It was a strange feeling, horny and afraid, I kept shaking and moaning. Not even my husband has given me so much pleasure in all these years, and to tell you the truth, I've never felt more comfortable with my husband than I was feeling at the time. Me with my thighs wide open, with a man burying his head in the middle of his thighs, sucking all my vagina. Another man sucking that vagina that was just my husband's. A shock wave went through my body, I couldn't stand it much and I said, - It's okay. I'm coming! He said: - Come on, baby, come on in my mouth, I want to feel your honey. - What? I'll suck all the honey out of your pussy, enjoy love. He sucked harder and I gave myself up, came moaning, screaming, Trembling, my hips jumping out of control. He held my buttocks and thighs tight so he wouldn't let his tongue slip out of my vagina. I enjoyed it in another man's mouth for the first time. Even with my husband, I didn't come so violent and hot. My husband never made me come in his mouth. I was shaking, breathing gasping. He kept sucking on my love fluid. It lit me up again.