He asked, he got!!!
He asked, he got!
I am a 47-year old woman, 22 of whom are married. I'm blonde, 1.65 meters tall and 54 kilograms (proportional). I don't consider myself to be beautiful or wonderful women even because with my age it is more difficult but I know that I still have a very coveted body (I see how men look at me) and also from what my husband says about my legs (modesty aside, I always had well formed feet and rollers), an upturned hip the way men like them. Well, let us get down to business. A few years ago, my husband started asking me questions about the boyfriends I'd had before him. He pressured me to relate intimate moments with them and I confess that it didn't feel good until we ended our affair right there. Gradually, I realized that he was no longer looking for me as often and since he is a sex addict, I even thanked God! This gave me some peace of mind. I found that my husband was upset with me for not wanting to talk about things from the past, because he understood that they were only mine, of my memories and that I didn't feel very comfortable telling him details even though I knew it excited him. Not bearing this situation any more we had a frank conversation and Daniel (fictional name obviously) told me that he no longer felt passionate towards me and I did not give him pleasure anymore. That came as a shock to me, I cried a lot and realized that I would soon lose my husband whom I love so much. I tried to change my way of acting and try to be sexier for him, bought more provocative underwear and started parading in front of him. I felt that it worked out but not for long. Then he asked me again about the naps I had and decided to talk so he was happy and everything would go back to normal. I began reporting on sleepovers I've had, how I have been loved, desired and detailed all the caresses received and returned. He went crazy with horny and to make him madder, I fantasized a little bit and even with this, I also got tough and we enjoyed like never before. As time went on, I did his bidding and realized that he loved to see me coveted by men so in order to please him I started wearing more provocative clothes when we were going out together and when we got home we would have sex thinking about what we had done one fine day he asked if I didn't want to fuck another man if I wasn't willing to change a little bit feel the other part of my vagina. I knew right away that wasn 't exactly what he wanted to hear , so I added:
_ But if you want to see your wife with another, I will go do what you want. Never had seen my husband so happy he looked like a child who was going to win a gift we slept several times that night with my husband describing scenes of how it would be traced by two men and what they'd make me confess i got excited reaching the climax many times that evening A few days later, my husband calls me in the office (we have a room that we use as an office) and shows me several e-mails from men who are willing to help us with "our" fantasies. They all mention their respective penis sizes like it's the most important thing. I thought this was kind of vulgar but deep down he was liking it. He got an email from a carioca whom my husband insisted on showing me; he is 41 years old (almost my age), with a tool (he said) 24 cm by 14 cm diameter (a real horse). I sensed that this is what my husband was looking for me and told him whoever he chose would be good for me. One fine day, Daniel had to go to Rio to do a work meeting and called me to accompany him. As I didn't have any commitments, I went. While he did the meeting, I enjoyed some time at the hotel pool and sunbathe (it was very white). At the swimming pool, the waiter warns me that there is a call for me, it was my husband saying I should prepare myself because we were going out with a friend. On my way to the restaurant, I found out who "his friend" was and trembled because he's actually our friend in the picture.I panicked as I thought that my husband would not have the courage to go on with this story and I made a mistake,he was very excited and said that we will meet him and he is a great person.On arriving at the restaurant I wanted to run away from there and before I could take any action Carlos (also fictitious name of our friend) came towards us and I was introduced to him. Carlos is a very handsome man, slightly gray hair, well-groomed mustache, very tall (1.91 m) and with a good body. My husband talked to Carlos as if they had known each other for a long time and I went into the drink to disguise my nervousness. Gradually, I let go of myself and started seeing the situation in which I was found as an opportunity and got carried away. After dinner, Carlos went to the bathroom and my husband handed me our room keys saying that he hadn't delivered them at the concierge so it would be easier for us when we got there and that I and Carlos were going over there and he was coming back in the morning. When Carlos returned, my husband said goodbye and told us to enjoy the night and left. We didn't know what to talk about for a few seconds until Carlos asked if he could take out his bill, he said yes and we walked away. On leaving the restaurant, the driver brought a beautiful black BMW, Carlos opened the door for me, and we drove to my hotel. The garage is underground, so we took the elevator and went straight to my apartment without having to go through a gate with some strange man or have to explain ourselves. Carlos pulled me up against his body in the lift and kissed me. My head was racing, my heart beating 200 times an hour, it felt like I'd been giving him the first kiss of my life. We stopped kissing when the door opened on our floor. We walked into my apartment and Carlos grabbed me from behind whispering in my ear that he would eat me all over again. My clothes were soon removed from my body and in a few seconds I was completely naked, hairless (I confess that at this time I became slightly apprehensive because I do not have any little girl's body and my partner had a wonderful body). My man laid me on the bed calmly and went undressing. I watched his body being fully uncovered and when he took off his pants, I could see the scope of his tool (at this hour I remembered the e-mail about the size and I admitted to doubting whether it would be a man with the stated dimensions.) My eyes were fixed on the volume in front of me and when he took off his underwear, I got a huge fright, it was really horse shit. I looked at my future ex-lover and said that I wouldn't put up with this and did not want to hurt myself. This time Carlos was quite convincing, saying we would just go play and if I wanted later he would be available for me. Saying this, I became more relaxed and let him suck me. He sucked my breasts and went down, descending to my groin and climbed back up again. These moves were driving me crazy, and when he sucked my pussy I was laughing right away (I'd never laughed at being just sucked). And it drained all the fluid out of me into total madness. I started wanting to get him in even if that meant staying in a hospital. Carefully, he placed the head of his penis in my mouthpiece and was forcing its entrance when I felt the opening being submissive thought to stop but it's erection is bigger than me so let my intruder continue. When I felt the pressure in my uterus, I knew that it would not hold up to this role but I could not give up and continued steadfastly even though there was a lot of pain until gradually my body started adjusting itself and wrapped that monster inside me and I lied really unstuck and totally fulfilled, enjoyed multiple times (I had never reached such an enjoyment) and passed out. We went for a bath together and my lover hadn't yet enjoyed it, so I started sucking on that pint as best I could and in no time at all I got spat into the throat which almost choked me. In the tub I was able to notice the damage done to my bladder, it was swollen up and there was a little thread of blood running out. I washed myself thoroughly and we came back to bed. Again we began caressing each other and within minutes I was with this whole turd buried inside my vagina. I showed my pussy to him and he laughed saying that he wanted it for a long time. He wanted to have sex at the moment but I refused, saying that was very painful and could not do anything. On this same day we returned to São Paulo. A few days later I found out from my husband that he had filmed everything. Today, we form a trio. I've even done double penetration with my husband and Carlos (I am training to grope my lover from behind).
Marise and Guarulhos
I am a 47-year old woman, 22 of whom are married. I'm blonde, 1.65 meters tall and 54 kilograms (proportional). I don't consider myself to be beautiful or wonderful women even because with my age it is more difficult but I know that I still have a very coveted body (I see how men look at me) and also from what my husband says about my legs (modesty aside, I always had well formed feet and rollers), an upturned hip the way men like them. Well, let us get down to business. A few years ago, my husband started asking me questions about the boyfriends I'd had before him. He pressured me to relate intimate moments with them and I confess that it didn't feel good until we ended our affair right there. Gradually, I realized that he was no longer looking for me as often and since he is a sex addict, I even thanked God! This gave me some peace of mind. I found that my husband was upset with me for not wanting to talk about things from the past, because he understood that they were only mine, of my memories and that I didn't feel very comfortable telling him details even though I knew it excited him. Not bearing this situation any more we had a frank conversation and Daniel (fictional name obviously) told me that he no longer felt passionate towards me and I did not give him pleasure anymore. That came as a shock to me, I cried a lot and realized that I would soon lose my husband whom I love so much. I tried to change my way of acting and try to be sexier for him, bought more provocative underwear and started parading in front of him. I felt that it worked out but not for long. Then he asked me again about the naps I had and decided to talk so he was happy and everything would go back to normal. I began reporting on sleepovers I've had, how I have been loved, desired and detailed all the caresses received and returned. He went crazy with horny and to make him madder, I fantasized a little bit and even with this, I also got tough and we enjoyed like never before. As time went on, I did his bidding and realized that he loved to see me coveted by men so in order to please him I started wearing more provocative clothes when we were going out together and when we got home we would have sex thinking about what we had done one fine day he asked if I didn't want to fuck another man if I wasn't willing to change a little bit feel the other part of my vagina. I knew right away that wasn 't exactly what he wanted to hear , so I added:
_ But if you want to see your wife with another, I will go do what you want. Never had seen my husband so happy he looked like a child who was going to win a gift we slept several times that night with my husband describing scenes of how it would be traced by two men and what they'd make me confess i got excited reaching the climax many times that evening A few days later, my husband calls me in the office (we have a room that we use as an office) and shows me several e-mails from men who are willing to help us with "our" fantasies. They all mention their respective penis sizes like it's the most important thing. I thought this was kind of vulgar but deep down he was liking it. He got an email from a carioca whom my husband insisted on showing me; he is 41 years old (almost my age), with a tool (he said) 24 cm by 14 cm diameter (a real horse). I sensed that this is what my husband was looking for me and told him whoever he chose would be good for me. One fine day, Daniel had to go to Rio to do a work meeting and called me to accompany him. As I didn't have any commitments, I went. While he did the meeting, I enjoyed some time at the hotel pool and sunbathe (it was very white). At the swimming pool, the waiter warns me that there is a call for me, it was my husband saying I should prepare myself because we were going out with a friend. On my way to the restaurant, I found out who "his friend" was and trembled because he's actually our friend in the picture.I panicked as I thought that my husband would not have the courage to go on with this story and I made a mistake,he was very excited and said that we will meet him and he is a great person.On arriving at the restaurant I wanted to run away from there and before I could take any action Carlos (also fictitious name of our friend) came towards us and I was introduced to him. Carlos is a very handsome man, slightly gray hair, well-groomed mustache, very tall (1.91 m) and with a good body. My husband talked to Carlos as if they had known each other for a long time and I went into the drink to disguise my nervousness. Gradually, I let go of myself and started seeing the situation in which I was found as an opportunity and got carried away. After dinner, Carlos went to the bathroom and my husband handed me our room keys saying that he hadn't delivered them at the concierge so it would be easier for us when we got there and that I and Carlos were going over there and he was coming back in the morning. When Carlos returned, my husband said goodbye and told us to enjoy the night and left. We didn't know what to talk about for a few seconds until Carlos asked if he could take out his bill, he said yes and we walked away. On leaving the restaurant, the driver brought a beautiful black BMW, Carlos opened the door for me, and we drove to my hotel. The garage is underground, so we took the elevator and went straight to my apartment without having to go through a gate with some strange man or have to explain ourselves. Carlos pulled me up against his body in the lift and kissed me. My head was racing, my heart beating 200 times an hour, it felt like I'd been giving him the first kiss of my life. We stopped kissing when the door opened on our floor. We walked into my apartment and Carlos grabbed me from behind whispering in my ear that he would eat me all over again. My clothes were soon removed from my body and in a few seconds I was completely naked, hairless (I confess that at this time I became slightly apprehensive because I do not have any little girl's body and my partner had a wonderful body). My man laid me on the bed calmly and went undressing. I watched his body being fully uncovered and when he took off his pants, I could see the scope of his tool (at this hour I remembered the e-mail about the size and I admitted to doubting whether it would be a man with the stated dimensions.) My eyes were fixed on the volume in front of me and when he took off his underwear, I got a huge fright, it was really horse shit. I looked at my future ex-lover and said that I wouldn't put up with this and did not want to hurt myself. This time Carlos was quite convincing, saying we would just go play and if I wanted later he would be available for me. Saying this, I became more relaxed and let him suck me. He sucked my breasts and went down, descending to my groin and climbed back up again. These moves were driving me crazy, and when he sucked my pussy I was laughing right away (I'd never laughed at being just sucked). And it drained all the fluid out of me into total madness. I started wanting to get him in even if that meant staying in a hospital. Carefully, he placed the head of his penis in my mouthpiece and was forcing its entrance when I felt the opening being submissive thought to stop but it's erection is bigger than me so let my intruder continue. When I felt the pressure in my uterus, I knew that it would not hold up to this role but I could not give up and continued steadfastly even though there was a lot of pain until gradually my body started adjusting itself and wrapped that monster inside me and I lied really unstuck and totally fulfilled, enjoyed multiple times (I had never reached such an enjoyment) and passed out. We went for a bath together and my lover hadn't yet enjoyed it, so I started sucking on that pint as best I could and in no time at all I got spat into the throat which almost choked me. In the tub I was able to notice the damage done to my bladder, it was swollen up and there was a little thread of blood running out. I washed myself thoroughly and we came back to bed. Again we began caressing each other and within minutes I was with this whole turd buried inside my vagina. I showed my pussy to him and he laughed saying that he wanted it for a long time. He wanted to have sex at the moment but I refused, saying that was very painful and could not do anything. On this same day we returned to São Paulo. A few days later I found out from my husband that he had filmed everything. Today, we form a trio. I've even done double penetration with my husband and Carlos (I am training to grope my lover from behind).
Marise and Guarulhos
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