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At the time, I was 30 years old - blonde, 5'10", skinny [50 kg], with small breasts (model 36), a thin waist (65 cm) and an unkempt beard (91 cm); married since 1993.
After we were married for a while, my husband said that one of his fantasies was to see me having sex with another man. I immediately rejected this idea because it seemed like an obnoxious thing and then he decided he wanted anal intercourse but didn't understand what had happened between us. We had very active sexual life - oral and vaginal in the best quality. His fixation irritated me so much that we even tried, but his dick is too big and I could not stand the pain. The funny thing is, my tongue and finger in the asshole gave me a lousy boner. Stick penetration never, only little fingers at most.
I think the "liberation" that he was looking for on the street, it's taken seriously. From then on, he started to get weird, came home late, a little bit and sought me to climb with increasing intervals and most importantly did not bowl or lick my ass anymore. That left me with flea behind the ear, asked something and said there is nothing, that I am imagining things and all those nonsense.
We had a mutual friend at his workplace, and he didn't know that I was talking to her more about this situation so she became sort of my spy inside the company. It turned out that besides soccer games on Tuesdays which were very exciting, he also has an openly gay boss whose friends insinuated that their boss is having an affair with my husband. Since scalded cats are afraid of cold water, I didn't find out much concrete, the only thing that I could understand is that Márcio was making small talk with a woman who took care of a little bar where they played ball, but it seemed like she gave to everyone. That made me possessed, I talked with Márcio, he was very reticent, did not confirm or deny anything.
In the place where I worked, there was a man about ten years older than me who also went through a marital crisis. He is tall (almost 1.80 meters), black, thin and looks much younger. He lived insinuating himself, praising my little bundle and kisses of good morning almost always passed scraping across my mouth and as he already found it interesting, I began to give him more and more rope. Over time, when no one else was around, kisses were now on the same lips and we did not disguise our passion for each other anymore. I kept thinking about my husband (who was still the same, even worse) but it's just that this burden of sexuality is driving me crazy.
- Until you have a very interesting ass too.
And without his knowing it, I put my hand on his ass... and he whispered very quietly:
- Mine is interesting, yours is delicious.
And quickly, taking advantage of the closeness he gave me a kiss on my mouth and passed his hand very slowly over my ass asking that I wait for him after the examination. Slightly frightened, I agreed and spent the rest of the day thinking it had gone too far already regretting revenge
At the end of the expedition, he waited for me halfway. I explained myself. Said that I was sorry to have gone so far. He understood everything and told me that it would stop with those "jokes". Although Marcio continued in the same way, I did not dare give such a discount.
But something strange happened to me. I really missed those little shits that Pedro, my buddy from the service did. So I started insinuating myself again. Whenever there was no one around, I would pass his hand through his bundle which became more and more interesting, better, "funny"? He always gave kisses close to his mouth and showed himself increasingly needy and mean-spirited until he could not resist giving me another cinematic kiss with a full reciprocation. I crawled into these thick kisses, stuck my tongue inside this stupid face and sucked it willingly, its silly hand <unk> foolish? Nothing, very clever! <unk> He walked through my body. We disgusted each other quickly, but there was in the air a hint of wanting more. And as I had predicted, Peter waited for me on the road itself, this time he went more directly, already grabbed me, kissed my mouth and almost didn't let me speak.
It said:
- You started again because you wanted to-- l was sitting quietly in my corner... now you're gonna have to put up with me.
He put his hand all over me. I didn't resist, on the contrary, even helped him. Taking advantage of my submission he took me to a metro station near where we were; and in a very hidden corner gave me hugs. That pleased me much - it was weather that did not "love" and this guy knew how to do it really well.
After that episode, we started paying tolls on the subway. He always insisted I go with him to a motel. Always refused, planned to take it in bath-maria until he could... He lived threatening to end our "dating". On one of those occasions when asked and heard another negative, stopped <unk>amasso<unk> half way and said he didn't want anything more from me. I doubted but paid to see.
From that day on, he didn't even look at my face. I thought it was a giant piece of shit and did the same to him as well. We spent almost one month in this coolness. I missed dating so badly and decided to do something about it. I went over to his desk and left a note. When he passed by me opened up an ear-to-ear smile.
End of the file. There I go to "our subway station". He distant, only asked me if we were going to a motel. I disguised and said that he would have to convince me. Quickly he grabbed me and gave me one of the most delicious kisses in my whole life. I surrendered, said yes it was possible but not on this day. We then arranged for us to meet Saturday at a shopping center here in São Paulo, taking advantage of my husband's work.
We gave him the hottest eggs of all that day, and he even stuck his little finger up my butt while I was squeezing his stick.
On Saturday we met at the mall, took a taxi and went straight to the motel. I don't know what you would expect from that but it was an incredible anxiety. Already in my room he showed me how affectionate he is: kissing my mouth, his lap; passes my hand so as to make me relaxed. He takes off my shirt and falls on my nipples... That guy was driving me crazy! His hands were all over my little body. I asked him to stop, went into the bathroom and came back with a set of red lingerie. He was already wearing samba-song underwear ... I would roll over, give him kisses... he'd put his hand on my legs, turn around behind me and take off my bra and start sucking it. It was starting to drive me crazy. Before I knew it I was already naked with his tongue running down my bellybutton. I lay there and then he went further down reaching for my little mouthpiece. What a marvelous tongue he had!
He was still sucking hot. Put my legs on his shoulders and stuck his tongue in there... came out every once in a while and poked the little ass ... went back to the mouthpiece. I wanted to retaliate: I kind of turned around and started kissing that pussy, put it almost all into her mouth licked and stuffed the balls from the bag whole inside her mouth. Couldn't take any more. Stopped doing this and asked him to penetrate me he climbed up onto me fit the doorway and pushed very slowly well lubricated you entered And then he started doing these circular movements, twirling his pelvis and swinging his stick back and forth. I'd never felt anything like that before but it was just really fun. Then he began to go in and out very hard; he stumbled inside, stuck a finger up my asshole and kept hammering away. It stayed there for about an hour.
We took a break and went to the hot tub, we were playing and talking for quite some time. When I felt that we had recovered, I came back into bed and started licking him all over again; when I reached his chest he looked as if he was going crazy. For quite a while then I got down on my hands and knees and asked him to come in again... He sat up once more and moved around nicely.
Lying on my stomach and him back, he began to lick me spine and went down, got in my bundle and licked, gave little bites, was going for meinho, opened my reindeer and stuck his tongue into my asshole ... I even squeaked! When I imagined that it would try to put in my butt he entered the pocket again. Was crazy trying an anal with him, since it wasn't as fat as my husband's one, was even bigger than size, but thickness is not the same asked:
- Try to put it behind...
To my surprise, he replied:
The experiences I've had with anal sex have not been pleasurable.
I insisted, complained until he decided to do it.
I kept lying on my back, he stuck his tongue in the asshole and left it with a lot of spit. He aimed at his stick inside me and was pushing very slowly. When his head fell into place I felt a little pain. I didn't complain.
- Is it hurting you?
When I said no, he started coming in and going out. It was so good! He kept doing it for more than half an hour! He pulled me up on all fours and began to come in and go out really fast. I confess that this thing was exciting me too much. As soon as it stopped at the bottom, I felt his dick throbbing and my ass full of fucking.
I was ecstatic.
After that I was able to have anal sex with my husband. His lack of delicacy disappointed me. Because I gave in, my marriage has even been revitalized, but when I want to do a total good-tasting sex appeal for my boyfriend/lover
After we were married for a while, my husband said that one of his fantasies was to see me having sex with another man. I immediately rejected this idea because it seemed like an obnoxious thing and then he decided he wanted anal intercourse but didn't understand what had happened between us. We had very active sexual life - oral and vaginal in the best quality. His fixation irritated me so much that we even tried, but his dick is too big and I could not stand the pain. The funny thing is, my tongue and finger in the asshole gave me a lousy boner. Stick penetration never, only little fingers at most.
I think the "liberation" that he was looking for on the street, it's taken seriously. From then on, he started to get weird, came home late, a little bit and sought me to climb with increasing intervals and most importantly did not bowl or lick my ass anymore. That left me with flea behind the ear, asked something and said there is nothing, that I am imagining things and all those nonsense.
We had a mutual friend at his workplace, and he didn't know that I was talking to her more about this situation so she became sort of my spy inside the company. It turned out that besides soccer games on Tuesdays which were very exciting, he also has an openly gay boss whose friends insinuated that their boss is having an affair with my husband. Since scalded cats are afraid of cold water, I didn't find out much concrete, the only thing that I could understand is that Márcio was making small talk with a woman who took care of a little bar where they played ball, but it seemed like she gave to everyone. That made me possessed, I talked with Márcio, he was very reticent, did not confirm or deny anything.
In the place where I worked, there was a man about ten years older than me who also went through a marital crisis. He is tall (almost 1.80 meters), black, thin and looks much younger. He lived insinuating himself, praising my little bundle and kisses of good morning almost always passed scraping across my mouth and as he already found it interesting, I began to give him more and more rope. Over time, when no one else was around, kisses were now on the same lips and we did not disguise our passion for each other anymore. I kept thinking about my husband (who was still the same, even worse) but it's just that this burden of sexuality is driving me crazy.
- Until you have a very interesting ass too.
And without his knowing it, I put my hand on his ass... and he whispered very quietly:
- Mine is interesting, yours is delicious.
And quickly, taking advantage of the closeness he gave me a kiss on my mouth and passed his hand very slowly over my ass asking that I wait for him after the examination. Slightly frightened, I agreed and spent the rest of the day thinking it had gone too far already regretting revenge
At the end of the expedition, he waited for me halfway. I explained myself. Said that I was sorry to have gone so far. He understood everything and told me that it would stop with those "jokes". Although Marcio continued in the same way, I did not dare give such a discount.
But something strange happened to me. I really missed those little shits that Pedro, my buddy from the service did. So I started insinuating myself again. Whenever there was no one around, I would pass his hand through his bundle which became more and more interesting, better, "funny"? He always gave kisses close to his mouth and showed himself increasingly needy and mean-spirited until he could not resist giving me another cinematic kiss with a full reciprocation. I crawled into these thick kisses, stuck my tongue inside this stupid face and sucked it willingly, its silly hand <unk> foolish? Nothing, very clever! <unk> He walked through my body. We disgusted each other quickly, but there was in the air a hint of wanting more. And as I had predicted, Peter waited for me on the road itself, this time he went more directly, already grabbed me, kissed my mouth and almost didn't let me speak.
It said:
- You started again because you wanted to-- l was sitting quietly in my corner... now you're gonna have to put up with me.
He put his hand all over me. I didn't resist, on the contrary, even helped him. Taking advantage of my submission he took me to a metro station near where we were; and in a very hidden corner gave me hugs. That pleased me much - it was weather that did not "love" and this guy knew how to do it really well.
After that episode, we started paying tolls on the subway. He always insisted I go with him to a motel. Always refused, planned to take it in bath-maria until he could... He lived threatening to end our "dating". On one of those occasions when asked and heard another negative, stopped <unk>amasso<unk> half way and said he didn't want anything more from me. I doubted but paid to see.
From that day on, he didn't even look at my face. I thought it was a giant piece of shit and did the same to him as well. We spent almost one month in this coolness. I missed dating so badly and decided to do something about it. I went over to his desk and left a note. When he passed by me opened up an ear-to-ear smile.
End of the file. There I go to "our subway station". He distant, only asked me if we were going to a motel. I disguised and said that he would have to convince me. Quickly he grabbed me and gave me one of the most delicious kisses in my whole life. I surrendered, said yes it was possible but not on this day. We then arranged for us to meet Saturday at a shopping center here in São Paulo, taking advantage of my husband's work.
We gave him the hottest eggs of all that day, and he even stuck his little finger up my butt while I was squeezing his stick.
On Saturday we met at the mall, took a taxi and went straight to the motel. I don't know what you would expect from that but it was an incredible anxiety. Already in my room he showed me how affectionate he is: kissing my mouth, his lap; passes my hand so as to make me relaxed. He takes off my shirt and falls on my nipples... That guy was driving me crazy! His hands were all over my little body. I asked him to stop, went into the bathroom and came back with a set of red lingerie. He was already wearing samba-song underwear ... I would roll over, give him kisses... he'd put his hand on my legs, turn around behind me and take off my bra and start sucking it. It was starting to drive me crazy. Before I knew it I was already naked with his tongue running down my bellybutton. I lay there and then he went further down reaching for my little mouthpiece. What a marvelous tongue he had!
He was still sucking hot. Put my legs on his shoulders and stuck his tongue in there... came out every once in a while and poked the little ass ... went back to the mouthpiece. I wanted to retaliate: I kind of turned around and started kissing that pussy, put it almost all into her mouth licked and stuffed the balls from the bag whole inside her mouth. Couldn't take any more. Stopped doing this and asked him to penetrate me he climbed up onto me fit the doorway and pushed very slowly well lubricated you entered And then he started doing these circular movements, twirling his pelvis and swinging his stick back and forth. I'd never felt anything like that before but it was just really fun. Then he began to go in and out very hard; he stumbled inside, stuck a finger up my asshole and kept hammering away. It stayed there for about an hour.
We took a break and went to the hot tub, we were playing and talking for quite some time. When I felt that we had recovered, I came back into bed and started licking him all over again; when I reached his chest he looked as if he was going crazy. For quite a while then I got down on my hands and knees and asked him to come in again... He sat up once more and moved around nicely.
Lying on my stomach and him back, he began to lick me spine and went down, got in my bundle and licked, gave little bites, was going for meinho, opened my reindeer and stuck his tongue into my asshole ... I even squeaked! When I imagined that it would try to put in my butt he entered the pocket again. Was crazy trying an anal with him, since it wasn't as fat as my husband's one, was even bigger than size, but thickness is not the same asked:
- Try to put it behind...
To my surprise, he replied:
The experiences I've had with anal sex have not been pleasurable.
I insisted, complained until he decided to do it.
I kept lying on my back, he stuck his tongue in the asshole and left it with a lot of spit. He aimed at his stick inside me and was pushing very slowly. When his head fell into place I felt a little pain. I didn't complain.
- Is it hurting you?
When I said no, he started coming in and going out. It was so good! He kept doing it for more than half an hour! He pulled me up on all fours and began to come in and go out really fast. I confess that this thing was exciting me too much. As soon as it stopped at the bottom, I felt his dick throbbing and my ass full of fucking.
I was ecstatic.
After that I was able to have anal sex with my husband. His lack of delicacy disappointed me. Because I gave in, my marriage has even been revitalized, but when I want to do a total good-tasting sex appeal for my boyfriend/lover
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