I 've given more than a whore

My husband Carlos got up early because he had to go to the bus station and wait for his friend's son, whom he hadn't seen since college days. He was coming in to register as a student at an entrance exam and who, on request of my friend, was helping him out. Minutes later I also stood up to make some coffee and waited for my husband to return. An hour or so must have passed by when Carlos arrived with his protégé. My fright was justified then, because expecting a boy I hadn't prepared myself properly taking off only the undershirt with which I slept and wearing a robe over my fully naked body...I don't usually sleep in panties and this is one of the few things that I wear without Carlos considering it depraved. It wasn't quite an outfit to receive a man and a totally unfamiliar man. Despite my fear I tried to disguise the embarrassment and acted as if nothing were so unusual. I greeted André and immediately called them for coffee before it got cold. While greeting Andre, I noticed how he took his eyes off me. But I pretended not to notice this. We had coffee and the pleasant conversation rolled with Carlos wanting to know everything about André's family and his father whom he hasn't seen since college; he didn't even know the woman who married him, Andrea's mother. Carlos was exploiting Andrew in every way by asking for everything. We were at the top of our conversation when the phone rang. Carlos answered it and from his physiognomy, I could see that the conversation with the person on the other end of the line would be disrupting his plans for the day. He hung up and came to the table already showed haste.
"Guys", he said, "you're gonna have to go on without me".
I'm gonna have to take the airlift... confusing work that should last until tonight.
Well, those weren't exactly my plans for the day but... what to do?
For Carlos to have modified his plans for today with you is why the thing must have been serious - he said as an apology of the bother.
But rest assured, it won't affect you or what you came here to do.
Saying this, I got up to help Carlos get ready. I felt André's gaze following me. I sensed he knew that underneath my robe I was naked. I stopped at the entrance of the corridor leading into the bedrooms and looked back at Andre. He looked at me and shamelessly undressed me with a half-cocky smile on his lips. I should have been offended, outraged, finding the boy abused ... but not... something made me like being watched, desired. Carlos approached one thousand per hour. When he finished the taxi was already waiting for him in the doorway. I was still in my pajamas and André kept sending me languid looks, unmistakably full of desire.
- Andre, make yourself at home and I'll get ready to start our day.
He answered me.
I went to the bathroom, took off my robe slowly without taking André's eyes from my head... underneath the shower soaped myself slowly delighting in self-caress ... My hands ran over my breasts, on my pussy, by my ass ... I was extremely excited. For some time now Carlos only had time for his work and this stressed him so much that time for me to satisfy my desires were scarce - tremendously scarce. Suddenly I found myself masturbating. I panicked and reproached myself with giving birth right away. Where have you seen it? I was horny, wanting a guy twelve years younger than me... where did my head go?
That smells good.
Pretending to be distracted and looking around for the smell he was referring to I replied:
- What?
- In the shower, you said.
I replied as if I didn't understand.
We took the whole morning with university affairs for André. We returned to lunch where Maria Antônia, our employee, was already waiting for us with a ready-made lunch. Lunch we had chatting away. He told me many things about him, his family and his city. After dinner I said that he used to take a nap after meals but let him be at ease. I showed the room where he would stay and bid farewell saying in sly catish tone:
- I'll see you later.
- Until you...
She answered by entering the room while I went into mine. I took off my clothes to put on one more comfortably. I noticed something in my panties. I passed a hand checking... My God! I was wet! Wet and going crazy, no doubt about it. Unconsciously, whilst being with André I had become aroused like an adolescent girl. Really I wasn't recognising myself. I woke up half sober, half astonished, blaming myself and struggling from the height of my thirties not to accept the situation that I, a well-married housewife with all the attributes of a good wife, was wishing for sin; I wanted an eighteen year old boy, a teenager. But there was only one reality: My body didn't obey my good principles. My mouth was dry, my nipples were numbed, stiff. I could feel my breast swelling and getting wet. Where did I get so much desire, such excitement for a boy? I went back to the bathroom took off my wet panties again and had another small shower. Driven by an uncontrollable urge put on my nightgown as always wore it without underwear. From the door of my room looked at the corridor. Maria Antonia in that hour was not normal to wander around inside the house, but you can take certain precautions. Imagine! What she would say catching me making art like an equal teenager in the heat. I walked into the room occupied by Andre. The door opened... pushed slowly quietly. He was lying asleep wearing a sweater. Belly up; one leg curled and the other stretched out... I stood between his legs. A delicious, crazy shiver ran through my whole body wondering what he had stored there. Sickly began to mutter: "I think that if I acted untimely he would accept my madness in good"... I don't know why he was desiring me, only that his gaze sending waves of desire to my face had excited me so much it drove me mad. Madness which at this moment in fact I would do. I went completely inside and silently closed the door behind me. I walked over to the bed where André slept. I knelt on the floor beside him... For some reason Andre woke up. He looked at me with a question mark stamped across his cheek. I began to smooth his thighs over the corset. As he did so, I noticed in his breathing that it was gradually changing; my hands went up from his knee towards the middle of his legs very slowly, trying to give him pleasure with every centimeter of advancement. André stood still as if analyzing what would come ahead. Caressing the inside of her thighs almost touching hers between her legs, I noted the volume growing and the belt giving way to the inexorable advance of its sex growing and hardening. I continued walking by gently stroking my hand all along the length through which it passed. Finally I got to his pinto. André's breathing was a thousand, accompanied by small sighs. I stood there caressing on top of the sweater that now hard as rock. Mentally I calculated its measurements and mentally liked it more and more. The sweatshirt in the part covering the head of this shirt, source of my desires, began to get wet. I gathered myself all... first drops of desire started appearing. I stuck my hand inside the sweatshirts and grabbing Andre's pinto pulled him out. Now I don't know who was madder: me or he. It was beautiful. The glowing red head on the tip of a classic pinto.
I asked in my mind.
- I probably answered myself.
- What's the diameter of seven?
Another probably as a response to myself. I began masturbating him with delicate shuttlecock movements. At one point, with a slight contraction that pinto expelled an even greater amount of his pleasure fluid. My mouth was small, I couldn't fit all of his penis in it but what fell out I sucked for good. I stopped sucking and went up on the bed. I knelt placing Andre between my legs. I suspended my nightgown and directed my little kiss to his penis. Amazingly he grabbed me by the waist and came underneath me. With great delicacy he placed me across from him into the bed: bachelor-bed forced me to stay with my body up but feet on the floor. André got down on the ground and opening wide my legs began kissing around my wet but very well shaved pussy. I keep it completely hairless and very smooth so that the pleasure is greater and nothing gets in its way. From kisses Andre began to suck me up. My liquid of pleasure gushed out and more, he devoted himself to sucking me down. He didn't miss a drop. At this point either he would eat me or I was going to make fun in his mouth...
- Eat me, my dear... let later I mock in your mouth said with a sigh.
Then he knelt between my legs and pointed his pin to the entrance of my little finger. When it stopped, I felt an electric current running through me all over. All I could do was groan.
- Slowly, darling. I want to feel the full penetration...
And that's what he did, slowly pushing his penis inside me as I felt myself being filled every inch of it was an inestimable pleasure.
- Now, honey... eat that little sketch. Eat it.
In the swaying motion his pinto was going in and out of my little finger, driving me mad. I felt when Andre's pentacle dilated even more giving premonitions that he could not stand it anymore and would mock. I encouraged him and as he began to press very hard against me feeling flooded by its pleasure fluid. My small hand went into convulsion in response to contractions of André's penis. I enjoyed deliciously, so tasty like I had never enjoyed in life. Carlos forgive me but this was too much. At last André softened on me and we sat like this, feeling the pleasure of our mockery until his soft paint came out from inside me. A moment later, realizing that it was already late afternoon and Carlos would be arriving, I got up without saying anything and went to my room.
Carlos is coming and dinner's almost ready.
When he came into the room, the smell of fresh bathing and a sweet man's perfume pervaded everything... including me.
- That smells good, I said imitating you.
He laughed and sat down in front of me. We were like this, playing conversation outside... Cynically talking about trivialities. Maria Antonia came to tell us that dinner was ready and wanted to know what I should do because Carlos hadn't arrived yet. I asked him to wait a little longer. André, despite his age, was very good at chatting and there wasn't any lack between us. The phone rang. I answered it. On the other end of the line Carlos explained why he was late and would only come back next morning. I hung up with kisses. Walking into the room with a mixture of feelings inside me, like an excited little girl I started to make plans and imaginations. After dinner I invited André for a walk so that he could see another part of town we drove around a bit and stopped at a well-known bar
- Do you want something to drink?
"Yes, let's go", replied Andrew as he quickly got out of the car.
We both knew what we wanted to talk about, but... back at home I said goodbye to André and went into my room. I didn't want to admit it, my reason did not want to acknowledge it, but I was so excited and crazy for that boy... maybe only mad because of his sex, but very insane. I got up and in one of the drawers of my mute servant took out a water-based lubricant from there and headed straight for André's room. I entered without any ceremony and went directly to his bed. He was also still awake and it seemed, waiting for me. I lay down beside him and offered my mouth to him. I did not yet know his kisses and surprised myself. They were really very lovely and where I thought that there would be lack of experience found an "expert" on the subject. His tongue curled into mine. As he kissed me his hands sought my breasts. He still didn't know them any more than I knew his kisses. Separated himself a little from me and with my help took off my nightgown; now I was completely naked in front of my ponytail. He, again wearing an apron, got out of bed standing next to her and stripped off the clothes. Completely nude before me... how wonderful! His sex was already hard and pointing forward... offering itself. Lying down and alternating our kisses we caressed each other. We spent some time masturbating ... My excitement reached such a limit that my panting breath, with heart at ease, prevented me from continuing to some height. Lying belly upward I received André his mouth and tongue between my legs which greedyly began sucking on me. I could not hold it back and enjoyed once. Andre drank all of my liquid pleasure until the last drop. When finished turned me downwards and started caressing my bundle.
- Will he guess what I was trying to experience?
- Wait, I asked you.
I picked up the jar of lubricant from next to my bed, on the floor where he had put it. I turned towards him and lovingly began lubricating his pin. When finished, I returned to the previous position and handed over the potty. The boy was really clever! Caressing my little bundle went passing the lube at the entrance of my kitchen... with every movement I raved. He closed the pitcher. Placed it back from where I'd taken it and directed the head of his pin toward the entry of my ass and ... It happened again. As soon as I felt the touch an electric current ran through my body and almost fainted. I opened my legs wider to accommodate him better and make myself more comfortable. André was pushing slowly. Incredible as it may seem, I was still a virgin in the kitchen. Never even Carlos had given him one. Carlos wasn't there yet and like a good wife I never jumped over that fence but now... time for relaxation and knowing what my friends were talking about and loved so much. My head with some difficulty finally went inside. The pain made me shed tears but the excitement was stronger. I stopped Andre a little bit ... totally relaxed and encouraged him to continue. From then on it was much easier, because the pain gradually passed and gave way to pleasure. After having buried everything inside me André slowly moved in rhythmic swings. My pleasure increased. The more he drank, the more I wanted. Like a thirst that did not pass. I groaned with joy and my moans became increasingly intense and fast. And as happens reaches a point where we can no longer hold and all explodes into thousands of sparks of pleasure. In a grunt Andre flooded kitchen with his liquid from my pleasure. Feeling the pulsation of his penis and the warmth of his milk inside me, I also enjoyed... how! My cousin with every contraction of my enjoyment squeezed Andre's penis as if he wanted to extract the maximum from all his milky. My body in multiple orgasms eagerly sucked through my cousin that wonderful penis of André. Finally he fell on top of me exhausted. We stood there feeling ourselves delighting until Andres penis began to soften and retreat from within me. We were more comfortable in the narrow bed, lying next to each other and sleeping hugging happily. I woke up at dawn gave Andre a kiss and went back to my room took a bath recalling our good times together it was shamelessly treacherous but Carlos hadn't given me what I wanted... which I found in the arms of an eighteen year old boy. To your friends who are reading this story: If you haven't tried too many teenage boys try them out yes he ended up spending all week away working I took full advantage of André and did with him everything that he dreamed about, which for Carlos was depravity. I never drank, but always wanted to try it because my friends were constantly commenting on how they sucked their men's milk from Charles...