Happy Hour Only for Hornets

In the evening of the same day of the sexual failure committed by the blackmailer of Moacir, I answered a call on the landline. How are you? What about Helena? No, this is Nicole. Hi, Nicole, it's Sylvia. Can I speak to your mother? "She's in the bathroom", I replied, and I thought, "Fuck, does she know your husband's in my house?" The woman is Moacir's wife and Adriana's sister-in-law. She didn't hang up, she kept renting me out with a married woman's chatter, saying that her husband no longer valued her, just as Adriana was also having her disappointed expectations with her boyfriend, Dr. Osvaldo. Anyway, the woman was planning to schedule a happy hour just for her three friends on Friday, so maybe she was starting the horn club. After her initial talk, at first I was possessed by a feeling of sympathy, on account of having known her partner intimately. I disapproved of the guy on my "test drive", he was a lover's drug. Anyway, who sent her to marry without testing the merchandise well, right? But I couldn't say anything about it to her, I kept my secrets and opinions to myself. The next moment, my survival instinct asked me, should I run or buy a gun? After all, I fucked the three men of those three friends, and the hornets might be planning to burn me alive in a bonfire, I thought, laughing to myself. In the meantime, my mother came down and took over the conversation, and then I overheard her confirmation of her presence in the cornucopia. It's the kind of roller coaster I wouldn't go to, I thought. The next day Silvia called again... <unk> My mother hasn't arrived yet, she's in the course <unk> I spoke by identifying her voice. I know, honey, I called to talk to you. Fuck, I thought. The woman looked cheerful and strange, praised my voice as sexy and asked me to accept a WhatsApp video call, she would love to see me speak. I can't refuse, the wife knows my address and can knock here, I thought discouraged. I'd seen Silvia before, even in a bikini. She was about thirty, with golden skin and dark hair. Her beauty would fit into the category called "woman", in my opinion. I opened the camera, and she smiled, and she showed me a glass of red wine in her hand, and she toasted, and she said, "Tim-Tim", and I'm sure she was a little crazy, and she took a sip, and she gave me a little kiss of approval. She had just come out of the bath, I gathered from her dress and appearance: she was wearing a beige, tattered robe, no traces of makeup on her face, her wet, messy hair matched her, giving her a wild, seductive expression. In the next few moments the woman cursed me greatly saying that my face was beautiful, my eyes seductive, my mouth caused her desires, etc. Would you like to come here and have a glass of wine with me? <unk> You crazy! <unk> I spoke with affection and smiled <unk> Today I can't. "Your voice excites me so much, sweetie", she said, passing her tongue over her lips. I didn't know how to react and I thought it best not to reject her, it could be a game of revenge and my indifference would make her angry. Anyway, the bastard showed no modesty and didn't seem to care about the footage being recorded, perhaps trusting my discretion, or rather, my good judgment. In an attitude of blatant harassment, he pulled away his cell phone to increase the angle of the image, fully opened his robe displaying the nakedness of his golden bust. He continued to move the camera and gave a close-up of his hand touching his cheek. The victim gave groans with anguish murmuring: Oh, my angel, I so wanted to feel your mouth on me. It was not embarrassing, there was harmony in his attitude and manner of speaking. I admired his boldness and resourcefulness, to the point that I also acted impulsively by touching myself by putting my hand inside my wet shorts. <unk> I would love to be with you at this moment and be able to give you pleasure by playing with my tongue on your penis, and touching it by uncovering your G-spot with your evil finger <unk> she said. <unk> I guarantee that I will drive you crazy, my angel <unk> she concluded. That's when I had fun, and I didn't hold back the whining, I got caught up in the online whoring. Two or three minutes later, I heard the sound of Mom's car in our garage, I ended the virtual sex, but reluctantly, because I was already totally involved in the seduction of that crazy woman. However, before hanging up I had accepted her invitation for a glass of wine in her house at the first opportunity. I dropped my phone and ran to change my wet shorts. That's it for now, kisses!