Modest wife cheating on her friend 's husband .

Hello my lovelies. After Marcos moved to another city with his parents, I became super depressed. Over time I forgot about the boy and my marriage even improved a little. Not from the point of view you think, because my husband continued to look for me little. We talked more, we spent more time together, caring for the children. Last Saturday, I went to my friend Deborah's house to return a sweater she had lent me. Her husband invited me in, gave me two kisses, one almost touching my lips. Then he offered me a glass of wine and I said no because I'm not used to drinking, but he insisted and I accepted. I asked about Deborah and he said he had gone to visit his parents. I said I had to leave because my husband was waiting for me, but he said it was just another glass of wine and told me to relax. It was warm and I accepted. The chat was pleasant. He praised me a lot and of course I liked it. He apologized, but said he was going to take off his shirt because it was very hot. I liked what I saw. His body would not leave any woman indifferent. He offered me a new glass of wine and I made the mistake of accepting it. I became more relaxed and even accepted to dance with him. I realized that he had a hard-on. He stuck to my body and said dirty man things, that I was charming, beautiful, and very nice........ Very, what? I asked. Very, very nice, the guy answered, adding, a woman is like food, you know by the smell. He was a dirty man when you want to eat a woman. At that point our mouths came closer and he gave me a wonderful kiss. Of course I returned, but then I gave a saint, not saying that we should. He apologized for not being able to control it, while he opened the zipper of my favorite dress. And I stopped talking, and he just said that he was following my footsteps. He kissed me on my belly and kept on talking about my head, and then he squeezed me tightly. Very, very nice, the guy answered, adding, a woman is like food, you know by the smell. He was a dirty man when you want to eat a woman. At that point our mouths got closer and he gave me a wonderful kiss. Obviously I returned, but then I apologized, but then I didn't, and I didn't, and he took advantage of my favorite dress zipper. He stopped talking, and he just said that he was sticking my belly, and then he started kissing me, then he started talking to me. Then I was squeezing me, and he started talking to me, and squeezing my head, and I was squeezing me, and squeezing me, and squeezing me, and squeezing me, and I started talking, and I know that little bit, and squeezing, I had a little bit, and I had a little, and I had a little bit of that, and I had a little bit of that, and that, and I had that, and that, and I had a little bit of that, and that, and that, and that, and that, and I had a nice, and I had a little bit of that, and that, and that, and I was, and I had that, and I had a nice, and I was, and I know, and I had that, and I had a little bit of that, We were lying there kissing for a long time, when I saw that I had already received several calls from my husband on his mobile phone. I returned the call lying next to the male who had fucked me and told him that I had stayed at school finishing a job and was on my way home. When I hung up, I was thinking how I could have had sex with my friend's husband and let the bastard make fun of me.