From Saint to Sinner

I've always considered myself a normal girl. When I was little, nothing ever aroused me to sex. Growing up as a young woman and teenager...I used to be horrified by what my classmates would tell me about the things they did with boys whether in love or not but never condemned them. Whether it was sinful or not, whatever they were doing didn't go through my servant; I never thought that it was any of my business. We got married. To the general amazement of my friends who were still virgins, it was not a primary thing in my/our life. We worked for one year and my husband was invited to take up a position at the firm but in another city. This action put me out of work because only he had been invited. It was a good job with a good salary. My husband was out all day at the company, where he also ate his meals. I spent my days reading and watching TV shows... one day while watching television, I noticed through a reflection on a piece of stainless steel vessel movement in an apartment next door to another condominium building slightly farther away and lower down with huge sliding windows that distracted me by playing around with this image imagining how someone moving there could not even dream about assuming that I saw it through the reflection from a glassware. With all the windows open I could see his every movement and was creating in my head a profile of this resident. The image was slightly distorted, but it didn't stop me from daydreaming about making up a story. First I lay on the couch; second the TV was out of sight for anyone who might be there, meaning that I was perfectly camouflaged and protected... Playing around with this using my knowledge of physics about shadow and light ... A joke which one day showed me something I hadn't expected: the man because the person was a man walked naked through the apartment. Curious <unk> the only naked man I knew was my husband <unk> I exchanged the vase for a small mirror. From how far away I stood, I couldn't tell from the Mirror. But as I was very close to him in the mirror, I could see it perfectly without his noticing me. Soon I realized that he spent most of his time at home; would he be on vacation? Little by little I began observing details of his body. He didn't even pass near my husband. Strong and tall... His TV should have been on a wall with its back towards my apartment because he always sat down in an armchair watching something in front of him ... It was easy to deduce that it was a TV. He opened his legs and threw one of them over an arm on the chair. My vision was total. While my husband had a real forest in both legs, the man I watched did not have even a hairpin...I also never shaved myself but knew that friends would do so saying when they made love it was much more fun. So I spent days observing the stranger and their privacy. Sometimes he looked at the television while caressing his penis simultaneously. And it was also in a short time that what I had been accustomed to seeing mill, swaying when he walked, became big and hard. Instinctively I compared his stiff cock with my husband's; how much difference! Watched for the first time him masturbating. Masturbated until fun. After a while got up and went to a point where I could not see; It must be the bathroom because returned soon afterwards with a towel and wiping himself off. That day my husband arrived tired and then fell asleep. I did not sleep and couldn't erase the scene of neighbor masturbate from my head. My husband, the next day, got up early and ran to work. It was already an addiction and as soon as it happened I rushed to my observation post but the neighbor did not appear that day causing me a slight frustration. And three days went by like this. Without realizing I was tremendously excited and crazy for sex and my husband always arriving late and getting up early ... leaving me dry all the time. I'd never done that before, and it felt like cheating on my husband. But then I repeated myself a few more times until the feeling didn't bother me anymore. It was just my husband leaving me in the lurch and there I was satisfying myself. At family get-togethers at work, women's wheels, I got to know about every single thing wives did with their husbands who made me look like a saint. Logically what I told so as not to be left behind were mostly lies... I once suggested to my husband that he shave his pussy like a lot of the wives of his coworkers did. It was hard for me to convince him, in his head it was an indication of depravity. But eventually I persuaded him and on the first time he ate with me he loved...and so do I; a feeling of freedom for more intense sex. But next day everything went back to routine: My husband screwing up at work, coming home crazy about a bed to rest and sleep until the morning when he goes out for miles. By midweek the man whom I had been watching reappeared. He should be traveling ... I could see the front door of his apartment. One day, sitting in that position always to my delight because I was already masturbating looking at him, he got up and headed for the door opening it. It gave me a fright as not even put on a bathrobe so much. A beautiful, super-productive woman appeared after she opened the door and without ceremony went straight into , embracing him and giving a kiss classified by me as one hundred notes . And to my amazement was soon holding her penis now hard and erect. They went to his favorite chair. The embraces and kisses made me witness a phenomenal trance. Soon she disengaged herself from him, stood up, threw off all her clothes. He waited for her in that familiar position of mine; then without any further delay she bent down and began to suck his cock as I had only heard it said before. With head thrown back he delighted himself. After some time the two exchanged places. She sat at his place opening each leg over the armrests of the chair while he with his head between her legs sucked on, devoured a clean smooth old woman's breast. So they stayed until she pulled her head towards his face and giving a kiss directed that pin which should be extremely hard to the little hole of its cunt making him enter without big problems. He was kissing sucked their breasts, while he made the shuttle movements putting in and removing the tip from inside her pussy. This lasted for some time till she turned around knelt down on the armchair backwards toward the man, face leaning against it's pillow, and helping with hands removed the bands of her purse. He leaned his head against the hard pinto flower of her kitchen and slowly went in. From the angle that I could see it had all gone into when he began to swing. The time was short for they seemed at their peak of excitement. He pulled out the pinto. She sat down and waited for him to masturbate until all the nectar from its enjoyment came out and she could taste it. Putting back the man's pinto in her mouth, she took up every little bit which I imagined should be coming out as a product of intense enjoyment. They both walked towards what I thought must have been the bathroom. They waited for a while, but then they came back and wiped themselves in big bath towels. She got ready and left saying goodbye with a long kiss. That's when I noticed that she was all wet. My fluid had come out of my vagina and spilled onto the couch on the floor. When I went to clean myself up, I moved, it became fun. It fell off again. Lying there I enjoyed every contraction and convulsion through which both my vaginal area and her bladder were passing. Then I completely softened. And only moments later could I run into the toilet to wash myself and return to cleanse the spit sites. It was madness, but the saint would sin shamelessly... I'm an ordinary woman without any attractive predicate. But also nothing out of place. I decided to take the joke further. One afternoon, dying for a good trance, I became totally naked after checking that my guard was in his favorite position. In fact, I already stripped myself off so as to masturbate more easily lying on the couch from where I saw the man nude and sometimes masturbating and ... masturbated along with him. I took courage, got up and went to the window pretending to arrange the curtains. It was impossible for him not to see me. And then began the second part of my joke: I went out to the window and showed myself to him... at first disguised as adjusting curtains, but after a few meaningful glances because he knew that I also saw him naked, I started insinuating by advertising material. At first he didn't react; just stared. Then over time he touched his penis until it became hard and erect so I could see it and masturbated towards me. He only saw me from waist upwards, but gave an impression that he too was masturbating. When he made fun of me, I would fall to the floor right there in that room by the window. As our jokes progressed I discovered one side of myself: I was extremely exhibitionist. One evening he showed me a sign which said everything with just a few words - the number of the floor and the apartment and an invitation for me to go there. My head trembled from my feet. I really didn't expect it and got scared; after all if I went it would be confirmation of cheating on my husband. But I also became tremendously excited about the idea and the invitation. At night when my husband should have been feeding himself, I slept. I was awake and dreaming of this adventure, caressing my whole body with my pussy until it burst into tears. Asleep in a dream thinking about the man... And how far did I get? Never imaginable! I made up my mind and wrote on a large sheet one afternoon showing to my already-considered lover: wait for me...I'm going ...and went. Trembling madly feeling myself overcome by desires, I knocked at the door. The man opened it and as he used to receive his visitors completely naked. Petrified, the door soon pulled me inside and glued onto that nude male specimen. He was much bigger than I had thought. In a few moments and on the way to that armchair she laid me all naked. I had already prepared myself, with nothing but a long light dress over my body. Sitting in the couch with it between her legs kissing me madly as I felt his stiff erect penis leaning against mine. If up until then my insanity was an amiable thing now it was totally insane. With a slight pressure of her hands on my head she pushed me towards her penis clearly showing me what she wanted. I hadn't done that with my husband either, but when he came to his senses I put it all in his mouth sucking as if I already did this one day. I wanted to feel like the most slutty of women. Sucked anyway. Putting and taking out from his mouth, licking sideways. The first drops of nectar of his joy were showing themselves. I waited for her to come out and take. He got up and we exchanged places. Sitting on the couch he opened my legs and pulled me towards him. With my legs resting against the arms of the armchair my entire cock and ass was exposed to him. I felt what led me into delirium. Her hot tongue licked my ass, my pussy and alternately suckled my vagina trying to put her tongue inside even causing a vacuum. The sounds that came out of it excited me still more. It drove me crazy. Eventually she climbed up through my body so I could grab her pinnace and drive into the little hole in my vagina which was penetrated until I felt her head touch my uterus. Swing movements made me let loose interspersed groans with difficulty breathing. She would take turns sucking on my tiny breasts. When at rest she'd reach for mine and they both burst forth euphorically. Something inside of me was going to explode and it did. The contractions and convulsions in my vagina, trying to suck up all the fun fluid from that pinto as much as possible. He also laughed and his contractions joined mine. I lost track of how long we were there having a good time. Finally he fell almost fainting on the floor while I lay motionless in an armchair. We slept for a bit...I don't remember. Only came back to myself when he grabbed me by the lap and took me into a spectacular immersion bath filled with aromatic salts. Clean as we wiped each other, I stood with my back to him and grabbing his penis that was now at rest, began resuscitating it while receiving kisses on the nape of the neck and felt its hands running across my body caressing my chest, breasts, buttocks. I was a total ass virgin. But on that day, I was willing to do anything and feel his hot tongue in my butt and went the clouds... A lubricant came out of nowhere it was gently passed around my little wheel and one finger penetrated me lubricating the entrance. I can't even explain what feeling I felt at that moment. I felt him put the head of his pinto into the front door of my arsehole and forcefully relaxed as much as possible but things were not easy. Patiently he kept brushing my rectum and anus with his pentacle waiting for me to gradually relax. The man was "expert" about this subject. I was getting calmer and more relaxed. Another attempt, and now I felt a little bit coming in. It hurt but I would hold on firmly. Finally the head went inside wrapped by my sphincter. From there slowly it got deeper. The further down he pushed me, the hotter it burned and the more I relaxes. I feel his bag touching my ass... sign that I've gone all the way to the bottom. As he "pumped" my ass, I rubbed on my clitoris. When I made fun of him I almost broke his penis in half but it gave him so much pleasure that he began to grunt and say unrelated words. I felt myself being flooded by his sperm, his little milk, his nectar of joy. My contractions seemed like they would never stop but eventually stopped. That satisfied penis became soft and came out easily from inside me. We fell onto the carpet side-by-side until we recovered. I threw my dress over the body and walked away, leaving it lying there on the floor... before closing the door gave him a good look at that delicious naked body which would sometimes lead me to other follies.