MARRIAGE AND SURPREENDING MEETING!

How many of us have come across the situation of meeting on the street any women who have participated in a homemade porn video? And I am talking about ordinary women, not famous porn actresses, who usually appear in public in tiny clothes, at least a smaller number, displaying all their “artistic gifts” for the greedy greedy on call! I am talking about a hot woman, a housewife, whose attributes are much more eloquent than those exhibited by the so-called “professionals”. I always believed that this was practically impossible, since I had in mind that these women, mostly at least, were actually paid to participate in the videos, or even prostitutes who simulated something that looked like a home situation. As a frequenter of electronic sites facing the dirty and naughty of all kinds, I highlight among the best known, that of the woman who receives the gas delivery, only in towel, and ends up giving him a blowjob; or even, the maid who enters the guest's room, who is unaware, is masturbating and also ends up getting a blowjob, and who knows a good fuck. All this, to me, was just illusions distributed on the Internet, just to satisfy the desire for fantasy that is seen in the thirsty mind of most males, including this list, which now writes. However, this assumption fell to the ground a few weeks ago..., and quite bluntly. The beginning of this event had its origin in a video that I watched and that viralized me completely; in it a woman a little beyond middle age, but very sensual and beautiful, with a few extra pounds, but everyone in the right places, undressed in front of a camera, probably from a cell phone, and then lay in a large bed, where he masturbated until he came. I can't explain it, but the truth is that little video of no more than four minutes left me in such a state of excitement that I was forced into a crazy masturbation! And so true that, I downloaded the video on my phone and watched it whenever possible, redundant, as a rule, into a delicious handjob! Two details drew attention in this video piece: the first concerns the environment where it was produced; it was not a place previously prepared for filming. In fact, it had a lot of a home environment, a common room, where only the huge bed stood out. The second consisted of the fact that the protagonist did not hide her face; as a rule, home-made videos are played by women who prefer to hide their face, either by digital tricks or by the use of masks of the most diverse. In this case, the woman made no point of concealing herself during filming, including, displaying her face soft and without makeup at the beginning of filming, and also at the end, showing proudly an aura of happiness and accomplishment. Anyway, even in the face of all the excitement and curiosity that involved that home video, I still had the belief that this woman would not be seen walking down the street..., read deception! It was a cold late afternoon and I returned home when I decided to stop by a supermarket to buy some items my wife had requested in advance. And, uh, I was walking down the halls with a little plastic basket when, when I walked into that one where candy and chocolates were left, I saw a woman who apparently reminded the woman of the video. I don't know if my behavior was denouncing, or if I was thinking with a megaphone plugged in the brain, but it's true that, that woman realized my incisive look and my expression full of curiosity, because immediately she looked at me, and after a short interval of time, where her expression didn't reveal what her reaction would be, she gave me a discreet smile. It was as if a yellow lamp lit inside my mind, signaling that it could be a flirtation..., or a chance! I approached her and made a banal comment about the huge amount of chocolate imported into the gondolas, and she reciprocated by agreeing, but also stating her passion for sweet. Did you know that chocolates are foods that stimulate libido? – she commented without concealing the naughty smile that sprouted on her lips. - Did I hear something? – I answered, full of intentions – But have you proved this thesis yourself? - Several times! – she replied, laughing with taunt. We laughed for the sake of the comment and continued talking; I discovered that her name was Irene, she was fifty-six years old (although she looked a lot less!), she was separated and without children; she told me that she lived in a building nearby and that she currently ran a women's clothing store in society with her mother and younger sister. We ended up forgetting the groceries, and I invited her to a coffee shop that was inside the supermarket; Irene pouted, but eventually accepted the invitation under the statement that I was a good talk. We had coffee talking about the most varied subjects. However, I resisted questioning her about the curiosity that plagued me from the moment I saw her in the candy aisle. I wanted..., by the way, I needed to know that she was the protagonist of the video that got me so excited! Sub-reptitiously, I introduced the subject of eroticism, taking advantage of the hook of the qualities of chocolate that she herself had offered me. After a while, I got to the dirty electronic sites, asking if she was into erotic videos and dirty. - I just love it! – she answered effusively, with a beautiful glow in her eyes – Whenever I can get any access and I see the most interesting. - Do you like those related to lonely pleasure? – I’ve come to the point, bluntly – I say ... Masturbation, you mean? – she emeded without freshness – They are the ones I watch most ..., both male and female ... - I'm too short! – I answered, not knowing what to say to continue, but trying to push the situation further – You know that there is one of these videos, in particular, that caught my attention ... - Look, I know what you want to ask! – she interrupted me with an air between the serious and the solemn. - You do? I wanted to know, provoking the beast, and at the risk of taking a reverse. - Yes, I do! – she answered, resolute – It's about the video of the woman masturbating, isn't it? I tried to answer, but suddenly the voice didn't come out, and I saw myself in an uncomfortable situation. Irene stared at me with a serious look, but after a few minutes of endless suffering, she smiled relaxed. - Look, I know your curiosity about me is huge – she went soft – And considering that you seem to be an open-minded man, I'll tell you what ails you: yes, I'm the woman in the video you must have watched ..., so, happy with the confirmation? - Not contented! – I answered, trying to keep a serious look – I am very happy to know that it is you ..., you have no idea how many times I have watched your video ..., including, downloaded on my phone! Irene was stunned by my statement, and wanted to know if that was true; immediately, I drew the device, opened the video app and gave it to her. Discreetly, Irene pressed the “play” and her eyes sparked as she saw what was happening on the screen. Wow! – she exclaimed at the end – I didn’t think she had such a regular fan ..., you really liked it, did you? I just found it exciting. – I replied – Even because, I found you a horny woman! - Look, where do you think this is going? - She asked in a tone of provocation. - Honestly? – I answered, hoping that everything would work out – I hope it would give you an opportunity to enjoy your delicious body! Irene hesitated for a minute, then to have a naughty little laugh. Still with my phone in her hands she typed something and then made a call she didn't expect to complete. - I know you're married - she said, while extending the device - And that's none of my business. The number that appears on your visor is from my cell phone... call me as soon as you can so we can see where we can get. Immediately, Irene rose up and I did the same; she kissed me on the face and I returned. She left, leaving a feeling of “I want more” that instigated me. During the days that followed, Irene and I kept an intense communication by text messages (since I don't have whatsapp!), and between them, we intersperse links full of eroticism and naughtyness. One day, she called me to say that she had just come out of the shower, that she was naked and that she intended to masturbate. I've gone mad with a boner! - Send me a video, honey? I asked in supplication. - I thought you'd rather see it live? – she returned, instigating and very naughty – don't you want? Of course I do! – I answered emphatic – But when ..., where ... Well “where”, you choose – she replied with a hysterical giggle – Now, the “when” ..., that depends on you ..., I am not married ..., and for you I am available! - How about tomorrow? – I proposed, eager for the answer. - I suppose for you it needs to be in the morning! – she began without hesitation – isn’t it true? Yes! – I answered a bit blunt. - All right – she replied – Tomorrow, around nine, in the parking lot of the supermarket where we met. I'll drop my car underground and wait for you there, okay? I answered almost exploding with joy. We said goodbye, and I was exploding with anxiety for the next day. And everything seemed to crawl while I waited to be with Irene. There were moments, during the day and especially during the night, when I thought I was about to go crazy with horny curiosity and apprehension. The next morning, I performed my usual ritual, and after leaving my wife in the subway, I went to the longed-for meeting with Irene. I entered the supermarket parking lot and immediately went underground. As soon as I went down the ramp, I noticed there were only two cars at the scene. Without difficulty, I located Irene; she was inside her car, a black sedan, with the glass open, signaling to me. I parked beside her, and she opened the door, and came in quickly, and shut the door: I looked upon her with greedy eyes; Irene looked stunning in a blue dress, slightly above her knees and with a cleavage beyond insinuating. Without ceremonies, she leaned towards me and pulled me from the back of the neck, letting her lips find mine, sealing a delicious warm, wet kiss. Taken by surprise, I did not outline any reaction, which is why, at the end of the kiss, Irene stared at me and smiled. - What are we waiting for, huh? – she asked, full of naughtyness in the voice – You made me anxious ..., and with water in the mouth! I set off and started off towards a motel that I knew at the foot of the mountain and was not far from where we were; on the way, I concentrated between Irene's direction and the delicious thighs that were showing me; her white skin contrasted with the blue of the dress, which made me even more excited, unable to hide the volume that was growing inside my shorts. Irene, who also noticed the size of my anxiety, laid her hand, warm and soft, on my thigh, caressing her with emphasis; slowly, she slipped her hand between the tissue and the skin, searching with pure boldness. And it wasn't long before she found what she was looking for. - Wow! You're out of underwear – she commented effusively. I nodded, confirming your comment. Immediately, she took one of my hands, taking it under the dress; she spread her legs and let me also explore it at will. - You're out of underwear too! And wet! – I commented, in an exalted tone, feeling the warm moisture of Irene’s vagina that smiled, while pressing my swollen glande. - All because of you! – she replied, full of horny voice – Look how wet I am! With this unexpected exchange of caresses, we moved on to our destiny, trying to control what was already out of control. Already on the access ramp to the motel, I did not restrain myself; I stopped the car, turned to Irene and stuck my hand under her dress, searching her vagina. When I drew, I showed off the damp fingers of his liquid, and then sucked them with soreness. My partner's eyes seemed to shine brightly! It was a veritable sight to pass through the reception, as the horny one took over our bodies and also our minds. And when I finally parked the car in the suite garage, everything was about to explode. We cling to crazy caresses and endless kisses, with an immense desire to strip right there. -Ai, Para – pleaded Irene almost in air, putting order in our madness – Let's go in ..., I can't take this grab here anymore! We ran into the suite; bluntly, Irene went towards the snack room, lifted up the dress, displaying her beautiful and juicy buttocks; then she spread her legs, leaned on the black marble table and invited me: "Come fuck me hot, bitch! I can't bear the will anymore! Stick your ass in me!” I took the shorts down and walked towards him, displaying my powerful virility that would throb. I held her by her hips and buried my dick in that thirsty cunt. Irene was tight, but her intense lubrication allowed my dick to slip into her with a single blow. Irene groaned loudly, squirming her ass provoking me to move on. I started going on and on with more rhythm, but my partner wanted something more vigorous, and she verbalized it quite bluntly: "Let's go! Fuck me hard ..., fuck me, my tough male!”. Immediately, I intensified my movements, and my partner responded, throwing her ass against my dick, like a delicious strike. Irene's first orgasm was so caudal, that I could feel her liquids flowing through my roll; she was a woman whose femininity and sensuality knew no bounds; so much so that, in the moments that followed, she had an almost successive sequence of joys, which seemed to be a growing spiral of unlimited pleasure. For my part, I was delighted to see that fiery female, delighting with the pleasure I was providing her, and we followed at a pace that did not call for truce or gave signs of weakening. - Oh, that's not possible! Irene was exasperated: How can that be? Doesn't your dick give in? Don't get soft! It's a delicious thing! Whew! Looks like he touches my uterus! - Do you want to rest? I asked while I was caressing your back. - I thought you'd never say that! – she replied, little panting – But, yes ..., can we take a little time? I helped Irene get undressed and then we went to bed; we ordered water and sodas and satiate our thirst; we talked about the most varied issues, until we reached the theme “sex”. And Irene turned out to be a real freak! She liked and enjoyed everything: BDSM, masturbation, threesomes, everything that came and went. -But, you want to know what I really like, more than anything – she asked me with a new sparkly look. Of course I want to – I answered, anxious. -I love masturbation and oral sex – responded immediately. I took the opportunity and went down my hand to his pubic region; Irene immediately spread her legs inviting me in; I started a dedicated fingering, with my other hand collaborating in opening up the great lips. I found her clitoris thirsty and pulsating, and I started pinching her gently, making Irene go to total madness! Ouch! Delicious! What skilled hands you have, you little bastard! – she praised between one joy and another, writhing with pleasure. The next moment Irene was upon me, yapping my cock and offering her pussy to my delight in an unmissable “sixty-nine”. I made her come more often than she could imagine. And again, she praised my “performance”! Then it was my turn to taste your pussy, and the bittersweet taste of your liquid drove me crazy, imposing abused movements of my tongue in that tasty region. By the so many, Irene was exhausted from so many orgasms that I gave her; we rested in bed, next to each other and at one point she asked me if I was always like this ..., vigorous. I didn't contain a laugh, and soon after, I replied that maybe she was the reason for my unparalleled resistance. Lucky woman to your wife – she commented, with a moderate tone. “Maybe one day, she understands this,” I thought without verbalizing. Irene turned to me and said tenderly: “I don’t care if you’re married, although I’m very sorry.” I smiled at her, which continued: “If you want, you can call me any time you want ..., I’ll love fucking you, you tattooed bastard!”. -But, you haven't come yet, it's not – asked her, some time later. No, not yet – I replied, staring at your beautiful eyes. - And how you want to come - asked again, curious. - Well, after all, I would love to come in your hands – I replied with a sly smile. Irene turned on the bed, placing her head on my belly, and her face near my roll; she held her with her hand, feeling her growing between her fingers. The next moment Irene was jerking me off, while I was caressing her silky hair. With the other hand, she played with my balls, massaged and tightened gently controlled. After a few minutes, I asked her if she wasn't tired. “How will I get tired of this? It’s delicious to have a man in hand!”, she replied without interrupting the handjob. When I announced that I was near the joy, Irene approached her mouth from my glande and intensified masturbation, until I ejaculated in her mouth; between uncontrolled spasms, I felt when my partner snubbed the turtledove, finishing receiving all the load, without spilling a drop. In the end, she looked at me, showing off her mouth full of semen, then swallowing with a full expression of satisfaction. She looked for my mouth, sealing a delicious deep tongue kiss. We showered, and we left the motel returning to the supermarket parking lot. Before I got out of my car, Irene kissed me several times, confessing that I had given her an unforgettable morning. -I'll present you with some new videos for your collection – she told me with a dirty look – everything so you don't forget me! -How can I forget a beautiful and delicious woman like you – I questioned, between smiles – and I will love every one you send me. She got out of the car and before she got into yours, looked back and without turning around, lifted up her skirt, displaying her juicy buttocks. It was a beautiful and unforgettable morning, and Irene still sends me some videos!