My client's boring is a cat - I

My name is Lara, married, mother of two beautiful children, a loving husband, super hot. I don't have to complain about my personal life or about my professional life.
I have nothing to be sorry about. I didn't have to be more exact. Until a few months ago, when a succession of facts began to happen and I found myself involved in a whirlwind of emotions.
I never thought something like this would happen to me, but it happened and as they said, "never say never."
I'm a real estate agent and Enzo works in the construction business. She has a construction company with her brother. My kids are in college. Quiet life until my husband's company started having financial problems because of a problem with the accountant.
From day to night the comfortable and quiet life we lived in became in danger. They discovered the embezzlement at the end of last year.
" Not even using what we save solves the problem. We still owe over 300,000."
"And your brother? Can't he help?"
"I'm adding what he's got. Fernando has less than us."
My life started to turn upside down. As a realtor I sometimes make a lot of money, and I've happened to have an incredible sales sequence. But it's not every time that happens. It's rare, especially with values like that.
The brothers began to study the possibility of putting the firm in judicial recovery. It seemed like the only way out, but still things at home would get a lot worse.
We didn't see prospects. Enzo started talking about selling the house. An idea that made me even more depressed. It was years before we could build my dream house. We weren't even two years old.
I didn't even want to think much. Christmas and New Year's Eve were one of the saddest ones I've ever lived. But that's when everything started to change.
It started with a phone call from a good friend, Julia, realtor like me:
"Lara! Good morning."
"Hi Julia! How are you?"
"Darling, I need some help. Can you see for me?"
"I can, but what is it?"
"I'm on vacation and a client keeps calling me. The pain in the ass wants to buy some land and the problem was the bank's funding, apparently they did. The problem is the negotiation with the landowner. Just when I'm on vacation. That sucks!"
"All right. I'll break this branch for you."
" Then you pass me another client of yours."
"You got it. But who's the figure?"
"Remember Marcelo? The one I told you the story about."
"What took you to dinner?"
"Dinner! You know it was more. Go ahead, what ate me."
"You're crazy Julia. Can you imagine if Francis finds out?"
"Only if you tell him."
"Of course I won't do it."
"I know you're not silly! But look at the business with Marcelo is big, everything there is big, there is! And beautiful, what a beautiful man."
" But isn't he the pain in the ass, the one with the ego bigger than a football stadium?"
"That's the one. That's why I don't complain too much about passing Marcelo on to you. Too bad it's the money I'm gonna lose, the deal is millions. They're gonna buy land to build a factory. Your commission will be fat friend, if all goes well."
"So much?"
"Yeah, you're gonna have to give me more than one client to make up for it. Besides... Marcellus is a cute, hot cat."
"You know I'm not like that. I've already got someone to satisfy me."
"That's what I thought until I slept with him. Boring, but very, very naughty. And he even paid me off."
"Just like a whore! No more Julia."
"It's up to you. But it was worth it, it was worth it."
Every woman, even more the realtors know what men are like. The shy ones who don't even look, or the extroverts who end up exaggerating. Most of the time it's enough for you to pretend to be unsettled that the subject understands the message.
When they're abused the way is to make it clear that you're married. For me, except one case or another, it's always enough. Because I'm in love with my husband, there's no reason why I'd accept some kind of flirting.
Marcelo didn't make me apprehensive, he just used the same techniques. I'd just be another client, even though I knew all the things Julia had in touch with me, one day drunk at her house.
I've never seen a woman so impressed with a male member, even teenagers are like that!
"What a mouth... what a body my God! What a wonderful dick!"
I swear, that's what Julia said. I thought it was very funny. She really looked like a teenager. But the guy wasn't even a saint. Convinced, abused, a scoundrel, that's what she told me.
I dialed the number Julia gave me. A radio announcer voice came from the other side.
"Yes?"
Hello! I'm Lara, Julia's friend. She asked me to talk to you. Does it look like it's about buying a land?"
"Hey, Lara, Marcellus, I thought it was with her?"
"Julia is traveling. Vacation. She asked me to help."
There was a certain disappointment in the boy's voice.
"What a shame! Good! If there's no other way. Can we set up a meeting here in my office?"
That's what we did the next day, nine o'clock in the morning, there I was in the elevator of a glassed building, a magnificent view of the Veredas lagoon. I sold some offices when they launched the venture about three years ago. It gave me a good comeback at the time.
I knocked on the door of the room he passed me. It took a while, but someone unlocked the door in a hurry and opened it. And I was surprised.
"Marcelo?"
"Lara! Please come in. Sit there on the couch while I finish the call."
A man with gray hair, tan, in his 50s, held a cell phone against his ear. That thundering voice, beautiful, really beautiful, especially in the navy blue suit he was wearing, a silk tie and an Italian shoe.
Julia left me another impression on the guy. I thought you were younger. He was a gentleman, older than me. It made me a little disappointed. I'm glad the view of the lagoon was wonderful, especially from the fifteenth floor where we were.
Soon Marcelo sat in a chair next to the couch where I was. That fearless way of a businessman, objective, they always remind me of an ounce behind the hunt.
His blue eyes matching the captivating smile only make the man even nicer, and handsomer, even though he was older than I expected. I got used to the figure.
He explained everything to me, told me he wanted to close the deal as soon as possible, that the partners had already agreed. It was just the matter with the landlady, a widow without children who was very complicated.
"That's why I needed Julia, understand? Looks like the widow got along with her. The value problem is already settled, the point is we need the paperwork signed by the middle of the month and the widow won't talk to me. I just wanted Julia."
"So let me try Marcelo. Who knows if I can? I've had cases like this before."
" I don't know, the old lady doesn't know you, the one with the craziness."
"It doesn't hurt to try, does it? And what's the value of the transaction after all, didn't you tell me?"
I was scared when he told me, five million reais with three percent commission.
"If you close the deal before the fifteenth I'll give you a bonus."
"Gratification"?
"One percent more if the deal is concluded by the 20th. You have 15 days."
I liked it. He saw my eyes sparked. I didn't solve Enzo's problem, but it was almost a miracle money like that fell out of the sky. Maybe it would help in a negotiation with the creditors.
"I'll see what I can do. You don't know how much money I've been in."
He laughed, impetuous put his hand on my knee and said,
"Money is not the problem. I like you, Julia's younger, but now looking calmly I see you have many qualities."
You could tell where the man was going.
"Fighted. Good, but let me go, my time is short to solve your problem."
***
Get out of there right now calling Vilma, the widow who owned the land. It was a cost to be able to speak, I could only arrange a meeting at the end of the afternoon of the next day.
Meanwhile Marcelo wouldn't stop calling me or texting me. It's not an act that Julia called the guy a pain in the ass. The ones who can't hear a no. Everything has to be resolved on time and in time. These rich people who live in an isolated bubble of the world.
When I met Vilma, she was like I imagined her. Many clients are suspicious, frightened. Even more an almost eighty - year - old woman who kept talking about her late husband.
"Tobias is the one who ran the business, my daughter. He was the one who understood these things. I, I don't know why young people today want everything in such a hurry, couldn't we talk more?"
"It's not Dr. Marcelo, Mrs. Vilma, it's the banks that finance the negotiation. They're the ones who are pushing, it looks like they got a more advantageous interest rate."
I don't even know if that was true, but Marcelo didn't tell me. But most importantly, I was able to gain Vilma's trust. Though she remained in doubt about the sale of the land.
It was a matter of time, the problem was that the 15-day deadline might not be enough. This made me anxious, as always happened to me in closing contracts, especially now with the pressure of my family problems.
I told Enzo about the negotiation, the man cheered up, but two hundred thousand didn't solve the problem. It was the three hundred or nothing.
"Darling, can't you and your brother lower that value?"
"The bank gave this as the minimum amount, they took a bit, but if it is not that amount they will trigger us in court by the end of the month. Or that, or do we ask for judicial recovery?"
Even though the news wasn't good, I confess, that night I was upset, it's the hormones blooming from the skin. It excites me to live within a higher level of stress every time I'm close to closing a business. Enzo knows, and she loves it when I get...
He sees it in my eyes.
You saw it that day, the two of us already in bed. Our faces glued together, laughter leaps.
"What's Lara?"
"Nothing, nothing... love"
"You need it, huh?"
"Yeah, a lot. You know how I look."
He laughed, like a father looking at a little girl. I love it when he does that. We exchanged kisses, I stuck my hand inside the sheet, I cuddled my belly, even touched my shorts. Enzo always gets hard before even the touches. It wasn't the case that day, it wasn't for weeks, but it wasn't the least of our problems.
"What's the matter, love? Still worried, forget it! Relax."
"I'm trying, I'm trying, but..."
"Let me help you, huh? A kiss who knows? Blow job?"
I don't like to use pimp words in a conversation, but there's sex time, I don't know, it gets the mood. It sets us on fire. I know Enzo loves it.
I laughed and came down. She was softer than usual. I felt my husband tense, agitated, put his limb in my mouth. He groaned...
"Uuunnh!"
That was swelling, growing in my mouth. I can't tell if Enzo's dick is huge. My husband always satisfied me, and we always spiced up our relationship so as not to let go of the routine.
I'm not one to worry about that, because I've never had a problem. At least not until that day. The problem that there was something strange in the air. Enzo couldn't concentrate, even without telling me anything I felt he wasn't there.
I worked my penis head with my tongue, I knew how Enzo liked it, I bit the glans... He groaned and hardened. I did something I don't usually do, but I know he likes it. I spit, a long drool, a really nasty thing. I looked at him, dirty, naughty, and I masturbated my man.
My vagina was like an oven, I could feel the sweat in my crotch. I needed to relieve myself, all that tension. The problems with the firm, the negotiation with Vilma, Marcelo. And I look forward, as always a good fuck relieves the spirit. Nothing better than a good night's sleep after having sex.
That's what I thought when I sat on Enzo's lap. I was wearing a transparent sweater, no panties. I held Enzo's dick and rode. That log was invading my uterus. Thick and hot.
"Aaaaahhh! Love!"
I made my man very hungry. My juices were coming down wetting our bodies. I used to ride and moan, but there was something wrong. I didn't feel the chemistry with Enzo. He wasn't there, he wasn't concentrating, he wasn't hard, he wasn't active.
I tried two, three, I don't know how many times to get him to penetrate me again, but nothing worked. It wasn't the first time, but the few times were when he was too tired or too drunk.
"Go, love! Come on, come on! Come on! Come!"
More than anxious I tried to get him back in the mood. We hugged, our faces glued together, our sweat dripping into our bodies. It didn't do much good.
"Sorry, sorry, baby. Today I'm not doing it."
I still tried to concentrate. I was almost there, almost there! It was kind of frustrating, but I understood Enzo's concerns. It wasn't being easy. I took a deep breath trying not to show myself nervous.
"All right, baby. No problem. Don't blame yourself."
I kissed her face. Enzo looked like a little boy who broke the toy. I was sorry, but also... It was driving me crazy. It was hard to control me.
"What do you know tomorrow?"
"Yeah, we'll make love tomorrow."
Get off me, that awkward weather, I lay next door. I said good night and tried to sleep. I said I could do it! I was tense, crazy for a good fuck, but what could I do?
It didn't take long for Enzo to sleep. I started listening to his snoring. My husband doesn't snore much, even pack me up in bed. I'm used to it, or I'm deaf. Only that night didn't even calm me down.
The way was to do what every woman does at those times. I took care of myself. I used my thighs to taunt me, my clitoris soon gave me life, I started wetting my thighs. Enzo snoring and me on the side masturbating. I put my hand between my thighs.
That hot feeling again taking my body. I just couldn't moan much. The danger of getting caught made me even tougher. My vagina was muddy, my pussy was pulsating.
"Enzo, Enzo!"
I began to speak his name quietly when a cloudy image began to appear in my mind. Me trying to imagine a crazy fuck with my man and suddenly who showed up smiling? The pain in the ass Marcelo, can you? That captivating smile, the blue eyes, the tanned skin.
And the worst part is that the image didn't go away. More and more sharp, he laughing, talking nonsense.
"Oooooh!
I was moaning as low as I could, the man undressed my shirt, grabbed my breast and sucked. A hungry bite, pulling my nipple.
"Aaa.. aaaaah!"
My fingers sank in my vulva. Julia's voice appeared in my ears.
"Tasteful, very tasty! A wonderful dick!"
In that story Marcelo laid me on a desk in his office, stripped me completely. Your eyes shone seeing me naked. The mouth salivating, a mad male to eat me.
"Aaaahh! Oh, man. Come on, come on. Aaann!"
No ceremony your fingers invaded my vulva, touching me from the inside at the same time that turned me on the clile. Telling me a lot of dirty stuff.
You ate me hot, grabbing my tits, exclaiming. Calling me a hot bitch. Horny up there. Only the image was clouding again. Suddenly, it wasn't him, it was Enzo, both at the same time.
My pussy was melancholy, my fingers were greased, and I almost reached my limit. I didn't realize. I felt Enzo move the bed. He mumbled something and went back to sleep.
It wasn't my day. I ended up chrgsdo, but it wasn't the best orgasm, at least I felt relieved.
Wow!
I just don't understand why Marcelo showed up there? I had no reason to get excited about him. You're nothing but an egocentric bore like Julia said.
At least it made me sleep easier, but I had no idea what was yet to come.