Branch break with the domestic phase 2

I realized at 50 how vulnerable a man is, I would never have sneaked in with another woman inside my house, risking being seen by others and jeopardizing my marriage.
A price too high for an adventure, with a woman smelling of sweat with no apparent allure.
Badly painted lipstick, cheap perfume, expressionless breasts, large, flattened buttocks, fat, short feet tucked into finger sandals, red nails begging for a touch-up, and then, why do I want so much?
I spent the week as a child waiting for the second section, today telling this case I realize that I was not looking forward to a sexual relationship, but for a "second section", and that I did not know what it would be.
Wednesday came, I delayed my departure from home just to make sure she'd be there when I got back in the afternoon, and bingo.
She arrived, nine o'clock, came in normally greeted me with disdain, and did not look at my face.
I still risked one last look, and definitely that woman couldn't be giving me the hard-on that she was giving me.
I couldn't help but spend hours thinking about her, my half-erect dick forcing my pants and underwear, I came home, put on my bermuda and went to lunch.
Routine as usual, home only the cook, and call the maid.
I had lunch, and through the half-open backyard door I noticed Lygia watching me the whole time, I decided to give the signal to start the game, and I showed her my tongue, sliding it over her lips on the other side, she signaled, showing her middle finger in laughter, still gave to notice the peeled enamel, and her face of anger.
I don't even know what was on my plate. I don't think I even touched it. She came in.
"Go to your room now, and wait for me there".
So I did, turned on the TV on the security channel to anticipate the arrival of someone at the gate, and decided to take the risk.
I heard the kitchen door slammed, and heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.
Lygia came into the room, brought a bucket, cleaning products and cloths, and as if she was doing nothing wrong and with an excessive arrogance, she said:
"Get naked and go to the bathroom, I don't want you to dirty the bed".
So I did, went to the bathroom, and incredibly my dick was so small that I was embarrassed, the unusual of the situation embarrassed me, came in behind me, pulled down his spindle-shaped trousers, which only highlighted his loose shapes and no panties sat on the toilet, pissed unwillingly, staring me in the eyes.
There was no denying it, I was naked in front of her, and the smell of that vagina, and the sound of her pee turned me on, my dick lifted halfway.
It was a test, now I know, she had wisely provoked me with the peeing thing, and I didn't even know, I ended up learning with her, that it caused me desires, and how.
The housekeeper slipped her ass on the toilet seat, and finished pissing on the floor, in the puddle formed at my feet, ordered me to sit down, still in time to feel in my ass the heat of that liquid, stood up, and my mouth was exactly at the height of her bucket that still flowed from urine, pulled my head by the few gray hairs I had left, and forced me to wipe it.
"Now let's see, who cleans who, you horn".
The smell made me dizzy, I know what a bucket smells like, but that, it was rotten, it was too strong, sour, I remember I even got dizzy, but, strong hands held my hair and so contained my first reaction, beaten and feeling powerless by the unusual, driven by the desire of fear of the unknown, I went on, I could even start to like it, but she pushed me, and pulled up her pants.
He walked away from me, took the floorcloth from the bucket, and ordered.
"Dry the floor and flush the toilet"
With the cloth in my hand, I knelt and went to dry my ass, Ligia took my hand and said, "The floor" so I obeyed, I felt the liquid flowing through my bag, and through the thighs, and on my knees I was twisting the cloth when I saw Ligia put on a thick green rubber glove, and determine,
"Sit in the toilet", which I did without blinking, and in the same position as last week, he began to punch with the same energetic movements that I already knew, I closed my eyes to enjoy and ready to enjoy, I felt my mouth still with the pungent taste of that urine, and the animal smell of that potion permeated me, as my senses saturated with these new emotions I remembered, And what would the moon be for?
Too late of a single thrust stuck his thick and rough finger by the roughness of the glove in my ass, and weighed his body over mine squeezing me against the cold wall of the bathroom, I tried to escape, failed, was stuck.
"If you try to get out, I'll hurt you", I recklessly tried.
"Keep still, it won't hurt", she said.
There was nothing to do, in a quick assessment of the situation I was, sitting on the toilet, naked, stinking of pee, with a dry mouth, sour taste, pressed against the wall and with the weight of Ligia on me, a finger buried in my ass, and my cock again... small.
If that was the case, why didn't I express my desire to leave?
On the contrary, I wanted more, and I got it, Lygia wisely waited for the first signs of relaxation, lightened the weight on me, I breathed again, Lygia moved the finger that held me, took out a little and put it back in.
I, just to applaud the man I am, said without much conviction:
"Nobody's ever put anything in there, and now I know I don't like it", look at my dick and see how small it got.
Called, dryly answered,
"It's too early to tell, relax, you'll like it now".
He poked my dick and sucked it masterfully, and in a few moments I was hungry, with his finger buried in my ass.
He took off his glove and walked away.

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