The Price of a Lie - 03 (Final)

Working that day was easier than I had imagined, since after so much fucking with Helena, I felt light enough not to worry about any tribulations and wear-outs resulting from the activities performed. During lunchtime, I wanted to laugh when my colleagues said they would give anything for a good fuck! They hardly knew that I, in my discreet way, had fucked more than anyone else that same morning!
At the end of the afternoon, I went home relieved from my usual burden of worries that I used to carry and which as a rule was the reason for my bad mood, muscle aches and acidic comments. My wife arrived later and once our daughter finished studying in the office we had a light dinner. Then we stayed in the living room watching TV and playing on our tablets. It was after eleven when my wife announced she would go to bed; feeling there was nothing more to be done, I replied that I would accompany her.
However, I ended up fixing my attention on a movie that had already been shown and watched it for some time; as soon as the showing was over, I went to bed; entered the bathroom somewhat distracted and prepared myself for sleep; undressed (for usually I sleep naked), and walked into bed. Forgetting to turn off the light in the toilet, some luminosity spilled across the room displaying to my delight a vision of paradise.
My wife had fallen asleep on the side, sticking her beautiful butt whose rolling shapes were beyond tempting; with sluggish movements she flexed her left leg which made her buttocks even more attractive. I stood there amazed looking at that delicious scene ..., looked down and saw my dick in frank process of erection!
I leaned back on the bed and slid my hand over that warm, velvety skin; caressed her buttocks for a while, observing the involuntary movements my wife sketched with each new touch; carefully slipped the little lingerie until its contents were all out in full view; instinctively brought my lips up to them kissing affectionately.
The next moment my touches became bolder, and with both hands I opened the gap between her buttocks until the fingers of my hand found the vagina..., which was wet and warm ..., took advantage of its excitement to move on; sunk my face into that delicious space and let my tongue do what it knew how best; licked my wife's sketch, stopping at a clitoris swollen by abused contact from my skillful language.
-Hummmm ..., what is this? <unk> my wife babbled without, however, moving from the position in which she was <unk> what are you..., doing ...
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked between licks.
-Hummm ..., no, I don't want <unk> she replied by flexing her leg more in order to facilitate my caress.
I continued to lick my wife until she reached her first orgasm, which she celebrated with some care because we were not alone. After another tease, she moaned loudly: "I can't stand it! Come on...!" The next moment, already without her lingerie, she was lying on all fours in bed, and I rubbed the head of the roll between her lips, leaving it sufficiently lubricated for penetration; I buried the pica with a single movement, which was promptly answered by my partner with groans and scrolling from his backside.
I started hitting with slow and deep pelvic movements, alternating moments when my instrument was held inside her with others in which only the glans was inserted ... she laughed! There were several orgasms that left my dick and belly totally ground up, encouraging me to intensify my movement by stoking more vigorously. We lost count of how many times she mocked ..., and I, for my part, groaned loudly when at last the mockery overtook me; I ejaculated inside her with spasms taking hold of my body that seemed to dance to the taste of jets of sperm being expelled ..., it did not take long before we fell asleep heavily.
The next day only existed so that I could count the hours to meet with Sandra, the lying witness. Everything went on as usual ..., until late in the afternoon when I received a call ... it was Helena ..., and she wanted to know when we would have a "repeat" to kill nostalgia; my desire was to answer that it would be the following day..., but this wouldn't be possible.
That night I still had enough energy to suck my wife until she masturbated in my mouth; at the end, I lay down beside her ..., and felt his hand holding my cock! "Enjoy for me, tesudo, enjoys? ", She asked with a soft voice..., let her finish what she started ..., and as my wife was masturbating myself, enjoyed ... , I caressed my stomach and belly. Carefully, she ran to the bathroom, returning from him with a wet towel. He wiped off my tummy but took care of the roll with his lips, provoking in me a wave of delicious shivers.
I had a busy Friday morning, with several small commitments requiring my attention; leaving the house and not forgetting about Sandra's appointment even though it was late. Parking my car in an alley behind the subway station, I walked to the exit where we had arranged to meet her. Within minutes I saw her ... she was wearing a wide jumper with high-heeled sandals that gave her an air of nakedness and promise.
She came up to me, and we kissed right there. We drove back to my car; I went over to a motel nearby, and after ordering a suite of suites, I followed her home, parked the car in the garage and turned on an automatic gate controller.
"So, did you like my outfit?" asked Sandra as she turned to me.
I replied with a smile.
- But, she keeps a secret <unk> She went on <unk> Do you want to know what that secret is?
Especially if this secret reveals something exciting!
With a wave of her hands, Sandra unbuttoned the collar of his overalls and then pulled down its zipper; as he descended I could see that she was not wearing anything else! The gap between her breasts appeared at first..., then her belly until it closed near her lower abdomen. "Come on you rascal! Isn't this what you want?" she asked provocatively.
And I would have undressed her right there in the car, but we needed more space to release all our libido! We left running towards the bedroom whose burning bed was waiting for us; but before I could grab Sandra she pushed me onto the bed. As soon as I fell on top of it my partner got down on one knee over me, unzipped my belt and opened up my pants; with equal dexterity she stood up and took off my shoes and socks ...
Before I knew it, Sandra pulled off my pants and also my underwear, leaving me naked from the waist down, displaying my hard roll pointed at the ceiling; immediately she fell out of her mouth, sucking on the roll with incredible disinhibition; Sandra swallowed the roll until her lips touched the base, spitting up to the glans, which she held between her lips, squeezing with controlled force, and making me go to the edge of total madness; howling as if dominated by Sandra's mouth.
We stayed in this oral interlude for a while... at one point, I decided to take charge of the situation and pulled Sandra towards me; I threw her on the bed beside me and began removing her overalls revealing the beauty of their voluptuous shapes; I devoured her hard nipples by sucking them alternately as she stroked my head pleading with it not to stop. With the underwear open, I let my hand explore her belly reaching into her silky pubic area where after a quick search I found her clitoris; I held him between my fingers massaging vigorously.
Sandra experienced an orgasm whose extent could only be measured by the way she twisted, dominated by my fingers; I climbed on top of her and let my dick do what it knew how to do best; I penetrated with a single blow, making Sandra groan as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me towards him in anguish. We then started fucking like crazy with intense movements full of excitement.
Sandra experienced a succession of increasingly hot and torrential orgasms, moaning and occasionally babbling: "Oh man's testicles! What delicious prick!" That is it! It comes ...; I delighted in the sensation of having that woman dominated by my virility, taking advantage to savor her nipples so hard they looked like fresh fruits ready for picking. And after much time punching that mouthful with my stick, seeing that my partner was no longer anything in his own knowledge, I decided to give him a short break to recover himself.
I lay down beside her and played with my fingers over her sweaty skin, making circles on her nipples and haloes, tugging at her belly and curling the hairs of her pubic area; she tried to relax but my caresses only served as a provocation for new delights.
"Oh, I can't stand it!" she growled while lying on all fours in bed.
Obviously, I didn't beg! I jumped out of bed and stood behind her; it was Sandra herself who separated her buttocks (which were true works of anatomical art!), inviting me to clog up her vagina with my roll; as soon as I penetrated, she groaned and swung her tail up and down; I held her tight by the hips and started more pelvic movements, stoking that vagina like there is no tomorrow.
As I slapped my partner's butt, tucking and removing the roller from her sketchbook, Sandra groaned, sighed and moaned again ..., and it was in this atmosphere that she celebrated the arrival of a sequence of orgasms that made her whole body tremble with pleasure; Sandra was beside herself, whimpering and uttering words imbued by joy which seemed to take over her will. "Sweet! How sweet you fuck!" She said with some difficulty.
Once again, I gave Sandra what she wanted most: the pleasure of having fun without limits or hesitation; and she enjoyed it to its fullest with deliciously naughty comments like "You're fucked! That is so fucking hot!"
Without thinking of possible consequences, I focused my attention on the little hole that blinked at every touch; it was as if he were calling me! He asked to be fucked! I put my thumb over him and gently massaged with some pressure; I did this for a while ..., until at one point I exerted more pressure. Immediately Sandra responded to my provocation.
"You want to fuck my ass, you bastard?" he asked exasperatedly.
I answered without hesitation.
It's been a long time since I was rabid, it is my gift to this tasty pike!
Without batting an eyelid, I went on the offensive and pulled a licked-up roll out of Sandra's mouthpiece to bury it in her ass; but before that, I got down on my knees and started licking this juicy little hole; she was bouncing around moaning like crazy begging me to stop with this provocation and do what had to be done.
Even with some resistance, I managed to stick the head of the cane in it and felt that she was pressing on me by contracting her sphincter; a delightful sensation as if her ass were "chewing" my penis. After this experience which was groundbreaking for me,
With a vigorous penetration, but without fury, I buried the roll in Sandra's ass until I felt my berries rubbing against the skin between her buttocks. My partner then celebrated anal fuck: "Afff! Delicious!" Now punch it! Punch this roller on my butt! Punching, hottie!". At his request, I pushed hard into that deliciously tight cock. We fucked for a long time and I was amazed at my own endurance, feeling that even after so much effort the stiffness of my stick showed no sign of weakening.
Sandra enjoyed everything, including having fun with the help of her providential little fingers caressing his clitoris and stimulating it to its fullest.
I'm going to make fun of you, almost screaming.
Before Sandra could say anything, I ejaculated violently, pouring into her bowels my load of hot and viscous semen. She gave up on me, relaxing the body while my dick slithered sluggishly out, leaving a slimy trail that leaked lazily. At our limit we threw ourselves in bed trying to regain some energy ..., and with this ended asleep.
Soon I was woken up with Sandra massaging my roll, her body glued to mine; I turned around and we kissed, rewarming what seemed to be asleep; it didn't take long for us to make a stupendous "sixty-nine" where I could savor the bittersweet taste of her molasses mouthpiece, sucking and licking until extracting an orgasm that I even imagined might still exist.
We ran to the shower, and under warm water Sandra leaned against me on the wall of the booth, taking a roll in her hand and giving it a vigorous punch. "I'm going to make this motherfucker play with my hand!" she said jokingly but resolutely.
- Ah, you know..., the affidavit...
- Don't thank me... after all, you were very lucky! I commented in an ironic tone.
"Luck?" she asked curiously.
- Well, you know! <unk> I retorted, still with irony <unk> Since the process did not follow, no one worried about the false certificate ..., your friend and you came out unharmed ...
"My friend!" she exclaimed with belated surprise.
"You know, my dear", I said sarcastically.
Sandra's eyes could not hide her amazement at my statement ..., but after a few seconds, she recovered herself and smiled also with irony. We said goodbye to each other in the Metro station, promising one session of "best moments". And after an exhausting day of work when I arrived home, slightly later than usual, I ran into my wife naked coming out of the bathroom.
-Hi <unk> she said, showing herself to me with an insinuating look <unk> What a coincidence ..., I was waiting for you ...
The next moment, I was naked with my wife holding the scroll erected in her honour while I fingered his fresh sketch. We had a nice fuck before falling asleep defeated by our delicious effort. "That's a well-paid lie!"