The other one's always better!

The title above, in my opinion, reproduces with absolute fidelity the definition of covetousness, especially with regard to what is contained in the ninth and tenth Christian/Jewish commandments, namely, to covet the wife of one's neighbor, who also belongs to another. And in this respect, I believe that the vast majority of men covet the wife of another. And this covetousness has nothing to do with possession, but with conquest. And I, in particular, have never had any interest in married women.
Not because I was afraid of possible retaliation, or even because I exhibited a false puritanism. I never made a profession of faith of it; it is true that on several occasions I twisted my neck, examining a more protruding buttocks, or more sinuous curves of women in the street, but at no time did I run after with the intention of harassing and taking advantage.
However, there was a time when I had no control over the situation: there was a mature woman, with a body shapes that attract me more than normal (plus size), whom I met every day on my way to and from work. Her name was Ivone, and she had a kiosk of snacks and juices in the entrance of the parking lot where I leave my car.
Ivone was a pleasantly delightful woman with a very welcoming conversation; she had lively and fiery eyes, which denounced a camouflaged sensuality, like a volcano that could, at any moment, explode of passion and desire. Her body was a vibrant musical note, of voluptuous and attractive forms, even though she was over fifty years old.
Usually I greeted her profusely in the morning when she arrived at work and in the afternoon when she returned home; on all occasions Ivone was welcoming and very friendly. Her smile and her joy captivated me, but we were only in this atmosphere. I did not know her more intimately, not knowing anything about her and her personal life.
One day, as I was going to the parking lot to get my car and go home, I saw Ivone preparing to return to her home, and I greeted her with the same joy as always, and I received a greeting accompanied by a huge smile. Without thinking about the consequences, I risked a comment.
"May I tell you something, my beautiful?" I asked with a disinterested but serious air.
"Of course you can!" she replied with another beautiful smile.
- If you're married <unk> I said <unk> He's a very lucky man.
"I'm married, yes!" she replied without losing her temper. "But my husband never realized what he had in the house".
I don't know why, but that sentence sounded different to me ..., I was not able to interpret it provocatively, but only as an outburst of an unhappy woman. I approached her a little closer and we started talking about it. After a few minutes, Ivone confessed to me that her husband was a good man, honest and hard-working, who had never failed to fulfill his obligations as a husband ..., but the same was not true with regard to his obligations as a macho.
That comment fell like a bomb on my head, and suddenly I began to think that this conversation was moving towards a more intimate possibility. Since Ivone had already closed her activities and closed the kiosk, I invited her to have a coffee in a nearby place. Ivone, at first, hesitated, but after a few minutes, gladly accepted the invitation.
Since the place was very close, we went on foot, walking and talking, without me insisting on the subject concerning her husband. We sat down at a small table and asked for two expressions. We drank and talked a little more, even leaving aside her marital relationship.
We had finished our drink and I asked if she wanted another drink, and Ivone looked at me and after a few minutes of silence, she started a huge, uncontained outburst. She said that my praise had ignited something inside her and made her rethink her married life. She confessed that her husband was her first and only man. They met very young, and like all young people, they got engaged, she got pregnant, they got married and they moved in together ..., all this very early, without any more experiences or other involvements.
In the beginning, she continued, everything was a burning and boundless desire. Ivone and her husband had sex every day, everywhere in the house and had fun in every possible way ..., until ..., everything suddenly cooled. Simply, that relationship had been lost. Her husband distanced himself, unfolded to provide for her and her son, but at the same time, there was no more desire.
Ivone even confided to me that she suspected that her husband had another wife (or others, she did not know well), and that she had been relegated to the role of mother, housekeeper and income contributor ..., just that and nothing else! At that moment, her beautiful eyes became watery and I felt a cramp, bringing up all the frustration of a poorly loved woman.
I tried to comfort her, saying that perhaps her suspicions were just suspicions and that in the future their relationship would return to what it was (it is true that I said this without a shred of credibility!). Ivone smiled at me and thanked me for trying to comfort her, but she knew that her marriage had definitely lost its raison d'être.
Instinctively, I took her hand and squeezed it tightly; Ivone looked at me with those eyes that were still glowing from the restrained tears and smiled. I paid the bill and we went back to the parking lot, because her car was also parked there. On the way, she stopped, looked at me and asked if I could hug her. And the next moment, I was with that delightful woman in my arms, feeling her warmth, her sweet smell and her sweet breath.
We embraced, with no desire to part, and I could feel a flood of desire forming within me, with an urge to kiss her and tell her how desirable and suggestive she was, and the kiss that followed was a natural consequence of what we felt for each other at that moment, for it was a warm, provocative, horny kiss.
Suddenly, Ivone separated from me, apologizing and saying that it was a mistake that we should not repeat. He apologized more than once and left without looking back. I stayed where I was, static and incapable of any reaction. I did not like what had happened, mainly because it was not my intention to hurt Ivone or even touch an open wound. I went home with a bad taste in my mouth ...
The next day, when I got to the parking lot, I was embarrassed to meet Ivone, and I even thought of avoiding her, because I still felt a bit uncomfortable inside, but I took courage and went on, and to my surprise, she wasn't there. Her kiosk was closed, and that made me even sadder.
In the late afternoon, as I returned to the parking lot, I had another surprise: the kiosk remained closed, but Yvonne was there! She seemed to be waiting for someone, and it didn't take long for me to realize that this person was me! I took a deep breath and approached her, expecting the worst.
When we met, Ivone simply jumped into my arms and kissed me passionately, almost leaving me breathless and unable to sketch out any reaction. In the moments that followed, I let my instinct speak louder than my conscience, and I returned the kiss with another even warmer and wetter.
Ivone's hands ran across my back, squeezing me against her and allowing me to feel, once again, the delicious warmth of that delightful woman's body. As we parted, she looked at me, staring into my eyes and denouncing that the kiss meant something more.
- Will you take me to bed? <unk> she asked in her voice almost in a whisper <unk> Please make me feel like a woman again ..., I really need this!
It was the phrase that came out of my mouth without any restraint.
-No! <unk> she answered <unk> Not today ..., tomorrow morning ..., can it be? Or can you not?
- Of course I can! <unk> I exclaimed <unk> When you want me...
- Tomorrow, then <unk> she interrupted <unk> I'll wait for you here ... around nine ..., all right for you?
I shook my head in tacit affirmation. Ivone kissed me once more and left without looking back. On the way I couldn't think of anything but that request made by a married woman and that had ignited in me a crazy boner. It may seem unbelievable, but that night I couldn't eat and sleep was a Chinese torture with the minutes seeming centuries, creeping with a slowness that tested the limits of my sanity.
It was five o'clock in the morning when I decided I couldn't stay in bed any longer. I got up, took a shower and shaved. I left the house shortly after six, laconic and unable to think of an excuse, whether it was for my wife or to justify my absence from the work file, just thinking of Ivone and his phrase, which echoed in my mind: "Do you take me to bed?"
It was not yet seven o'clock when I parked my car and turned off the engine. I leaned back in my seat, thinking about what was going to happen ..., I was going to bed with a married woman! For most men this might seem something ordinary, even commonplace ..., but for me, it was different ..., something that I had never thought of doing or that had been part of my private universe of fantasies.
I took a nap, and when I woke up, it was after half past eight. I got out of the car and went for a coffee to cheer me up and wake me up. By the time I returned to the meeting point, I saw Ivone waiting for me. She was wearing a black dress just above the knees, and I confess, I had never seen her legs, and they were beautiful! I stopped and took a deep breath, thinking about "everything or nothing", and went on. As soon as she saw me, she gave me a nervous, unsettling smile.
For a moment, the thought that she had given up on our date haunted my mind, and I felt a tightness in my chest. However, as soon as I stood in front of her, Ivone embraced me and kissed me with the same ardour as before. We stood there, embracing, kissing like two teenagers mad for each other, and when we lost our way, I took her hand and drove her towards my car.
We got in, and I drove to a motel that was nearby, and on the way, I felt Ivone's hand land on my thigh, and a shiver ran through my body, and at the front desk, while I was ordering a suite, and the receptionist was getting our IDs, Ivone put her hand up to my groin, and she felt the hard roller bulging up inside my pants, and I looked at her, and I got a wiggly smile back.
Already settled in the suite, I could feel the discomfort of my partner, for it was clear that she had not ventured into an adventure like that in a long time. She stared at the round bed, the mirrors on the side walls and the ceiling, all with a mixed air of curiosity and restrained excitement. I approached her and hugged her from behind, feeling her warmth and kissing her neck, while my volume pressed on her firm buttocks.
Ivone embraced my hands and gave herself to my kisses and caresses. Then she turned to me and we kissed again. Then Ivone moved away a little and began to undress; she let go of her dress and let it slide to the floor, showing me all her nakedness, for at that moment I realized that she was wearing nothing but it.
Her nipples were itchy and her skin seemed to be shivering, exhibiting an insinuating involuntary tingling. I was paralyzed by the exuberance of my partner who was a woman as well. Ivone came back to me, and with his wired gaze babbled a request.
- Take off your clothes ... so I'm getting clumsy ...
Within minutes, I was naked, and Ivone looked at me, examining me closely, especially when she focused on my groin. The next moment, Ivone had my roll in her hands, clutching it tenderly and stroking my balls, while I sucked on her delicious breasts, feeling the mature texture of her numb nipples between my lips. I held those beautiful melons in my hands and alternated them with sucks and licks that drove my partner crazy with a boner.
While tasting those beautiful breasts, I led one of my hands to Ivone's vagina, and after a quick exploration, I noticed that she was wet and her clitoris swollen; I began to finger it affectionately, feeling that my caress had caused her a certain amount of excitement. Suddenly, Ivone pulled me by the roller towards the bed and threw herself on it, towing me.
I fell upon her listening to her begging me to fuck her; Ivone showed a certain despair which, I believe, was due at that moment to the possibility of freeing herself from an abstinence forced by her husband's present absence. I buried my roll in her mouth in one blow, making Ivone gasp and gnash her teeth. I was afraid of causing her more pain than pleasure, and I asked if everything was all right; she nodded.
I began deep strokes, with a feeling of discomfort, since Ivone was not fully lubricated, proceeding with some care so that we would not hurt each other. While we were fucking, I could not feel that Ivone was enjoying that climb, as if the discomfort caused by penetration brought him undesirable sensations. I advanced on the climb, and after some time I realized that Ivone responded to my attacks with a contracted physiognomy.
At one point, I stopped moving and got off her, and I lay down next to her, and I hugged Ivone, and I looked at her, and I was concerned about this beautiful woman and her inability to feel pleasure, and suddenly she started crying, and I was very concerned, and I asked her what was going on.
-I'm sorry, my beautiful <unk> she said with a voice full of shame <unk> I think I made you waste time and money with me...
- Not at all! - I replied affectionately - Don't be like that; don't blame yourself ... it happens ... after all, you've been out of water for a long time.
-That's my fate! <unk> Ivone blurted out with an air of frustration <unk> Even at the beginning of my marriage I always had a hard time making fun ..., and I think that ended up tiring my husband.
I hugged her, reflecting on what she had said; it was really an embarrassing situation, and I felt obligated to give some pleasure to that ill-loved wife. After a few minutes, an idea occurred to me.
-Have you ever been sucked?
"No, imagine!" she exclaimed with a certain air of modesty.
I then asked her to open her legs for me; Ivone resisted, saying that it would solve nothing and that it was a problem without a solution. I insisted, even asking her to close her eyes. At my insistence, Ivone saw no alternative but to do what I had asked her to do; she opened her legs and I descended to the middle of them, burying my face in her vagina and licking her affectionately.
I took care of the labia majora, the surrounding area, and after a while, I started "working" on the clitoris, and it's true that the sensations took a while to come, but when that process began, Ivone reacted beyond my expectations, and she began to groan and twitch, driven mad by the spasms and shivers that went through her body, and in the same way, I felt her vagina become a small, warm, bittersweet-tasting, flowing stream, denoting that she was feeling pleasure.
"Oh, what a crazy thing!" she exclaimed as she gasped and sighed. "No one has ever sucked me, it's delicious, and you, you little bastard, are very good at it!"
I felt rewarded; at last I had succeeded in giving some pleasure to my partner and the confirmation came moments later when she loudly announced her first orgasm with me.
I'm having fun, I'm having fun!
I continued in my attempt to suck and lick that licked vagina and make my partner tease me a few more times, her body shivering and her skin tingling as she repeated that she was teasing like never before!
Without giving her any respite, I asked Yvonne to stay on all fours and when she took her position, I stood behind her and buried my roll in her sketch. Yvone groaned loudly and delighted in the penetration. At the same time, I leaned forward, and with one hand, I began to caress her clitoris affectionately, not neglecting the repetitive and intense back and forth movements.
-Oh, that's very good! <unk> she praised, while throwing her ass against the hard roller, in synchronized movements <unk> That, my horny ..., not to ..., makes me your female!
We fucked for a long time, and Ivone experienced another delicious sequence of successive and abundant orgasms, and I felt like an accomplished male, because I had done something that made me proud: giving pleasure to a woman who, for a long time, did not know exactly what that word meant.
- I don't think I can take it anymore!
- Inside me, no, please! <unk> pleaded Ivone <unk> I don't take medicine and I can't get pregnant that way.
Immediately, I pulled the roller out of my partner's body and asked her to complete the "service". I knelt on the bed while Ivone gave me a vigorous hand job that brought me to orgasm in a matter of seconds. I ejaculated like an animal, growling and breathing with difficulty, as jets of sperm were thrown in all directions. By the time it was all over, I collapsed next to Ivone, falling into a deep sleep.
I woke up, a few hours later, to the caresses of Ivone smoothing my cock and licking my nipple, and it was exciting me to the point that I felt the itch harden immediately. Ivone stopped smoothing it and started massaging it, leaving me even more "engaged". But the moment I mentioned climbing on it, Ivone squeezed my roll and stared at me with a languid look.
"May I ask you something?" she asked headstrongly and almost in a whisper.
"Of course you can, my beautiful?" I replied, smiling at her.
-My husband <unk> continued she <unk> never wanted to do this ..., says it's disgusting ..., that it's not funny ..., but I really wanted ...
"What do you want?" I asked, encouraging her to continue.
- I want you to fuck my ass...
The sentence came with such intensity that I was caught by surprise. Fuck a virgin ass! Was I dreaming? Would it really be true?
- I've played with it. - She said in a half-naughty way. - I stuck a finger in it and then...
I asked, curious and very excited.
"Oh, you know!" she said, very ashamed.
- No, I don't know!
-I bought a small vibrator and ... <unk> interrupted her for fear of continuing <unk> I think you will think badly of me ..., but, it was nice ..., feel that little business inside me ...
- And then ... <unk> she continued, after a small and restrained interval <unk> I wanted to know how it is ..., you know ...
I asked Ivone to turn over on her stomach to me, to which she responded immediately. Very carefully, I opened her buttocks and dipped my face in the search for my partner's stamp. Then my tongue was gently licking Ivone's anus which, in turn, groaned and sighed full of excitement. I squeezed her buttocks, opening them even more, while I had fun playing with that virgin stamp.
I left Ivone on the edge of madness, moaning and rolling my tongue up her ass; then I hardened my tongue and simulated a penetration. As soon as her little tip entered Ivone's seal, she moaned loudly, making it clear that she had liked it ..., and a lot!
I got out of bed and ran to the side table, looking for a KY biscuit; I returned with it, and after opening it, I licked Ivone's ass, even sticking a finger in it. Ivone let out a scream, followed by a rather naughty chuckle.
I asked her to stand on all fours, and after soaking the roller with the gel, I grabbed her by the buttocks and advanced towards my prize. I let the glans slowly penetrate, and the moment she tore the first muscular resistance of my partner, she groaned loudly and shook her ass. For a moment, I thought that the pain and discomfort had been unbearable for her ..., my mistake!
-Oh, how delicious! <unk> said Ivone in a hushed voice <unk> Bitch gave birth! That's really good! Go ..., hit that roll inside me ...
Surprised and excited at the same time, I moved on, letting the reel slide into my partner in a slow, rhythmic motion. As the reel moved, Ivone writhed, but also resisted, asking for more. Finally, I buried my reel in my partner's warm entrails and began to stock up with movements that gradually became more vigorous and fast, until we reached the point where we fucked impetuously.
Ivone began to match my movements in such a way that we were synchronized going back and forth with the roller going in and out of my partner's virgin ass who moaned, sighed, gasped and sometimes shouted announcing the arrival of a new orgasm. She enjoyed so many times that I even stopped counting them, making the most of that wonderful fuck with a married woman!
After a while, I felt that my energy was at its limit and confessed to my partner that I could not hold back my orgasm any longer.
- So enjoy! <unk> Asked Ivone in a pleading tone <unk> Enjoy inside my ass ..., after all ..., it belongs to you ...
Once again, my partner's phrase sounded like a delicious incentive to make me feel like the biggest male on earth ..., and then I mocked ... I ejaculated voluminously inside Ivone who sighed saying love that wave of hot fucking taking care of his inside. Everything was consumed when my roll slowly softened, slipping out of my partner's anus.
Sweaty and exhausted, we took advantage of the opportunity to take a nap in hugs and between wet and voluptuous kisses.
It was almost late in the afternoon when I opened my eyes, to the striking noise of the shower running. I got up and with disjointed steps, I walked to the bathroom and saw Ivone taking a refreshing shower. The sight of that naked woman bathing made me enchanted. Unlike other times, the image of Ivone, a hot, good-looking woman in bed and married, naked after a whole afternoon of intense sex, caused me a strange but also delicious feeling of "alpha male", who conquers a woman and makes her the best of lovers.
Suddenly, I was pulled out of my daydream by Ivone's smile and her hand inviting me to join her in that comforting shower. I entered the box and was immediately hugged by my partner who rubbed herself on me like a dengue cat, provoking my libido once again.
Honestly, I thought things were going to go wrong, since I didn't feel prepared; but to my surprise, the roll hardened, pressing on the skin of my partner's belly, and without wasting time, she got down on her knees and opened the roll, sucking it voraciously.
Ivone knew very well how to suck a male and my roll witnessed a new, sudden and unprecedented erection, causing the glans to pulsate and my body to tighten up. Without further ado, I made Ivone stand up and stand with her back to me, asking her to pin her butt, allowing me to penetrate her with a movement. She groaned as she felt the roll inside her once again.
We fucked in the shower, moaning and sighing, with my hands playing with her nipples and hers caressing my body, and she made fun of me twice, saying she was awarded for me, and it didn't take long for me to ask her to break up with me, since I couldn't make fun of her inside.
Ivone turned to me, got down on her knees again and swallowed the roll, sucking and simulating with her mouth a tight, well-oiled grill. I enjoyed and was even more surprised to see my partner swallowing the fuck with a smile on her lips.
The evening had already come when I parked near our meeting place so that Ivone could leave. We smiled at each other and kissed a few times. It seemed a difficult thing to part after an afternoon in which we enjoyed each other with a closeness more intimate than that of any couple. We had talked about our lives and in that moment of farewell, there were no more words to demonstrate how we felt for each other.
-I don't know if there will be another time <unk> said Ivone as she opened the car door <unk> Just as I don't know how my relationship with my husband will be from today ..., what I know and feel ..., is that it was very good, and that you were simply wonderful ..., thank you, really!
Ivone did not wait for any comment from me. Instead, she jumped out of the car and went on without looking back. As I watched her disappear from my sight, I thought about what she had told me; I wanted to tell her that my life had also changed ..., as I also wanted to tell her that my marital relationship was no longer the best for a long time ..., but, I thought right afterwards, maybe it was better that way ..., everything implicit, and nothing explicit ...
I left in the car and returned home ..., I and Ivone saw each other many times after our meeting, but, after a few months, she sold the kiosk to her sister-in-law who told me that she had decided to open another one in a shopping mall far from there ..., <unk>better so<unk>, I thought I was conforming to the will of fate ..., to this day I hope that Ivone and her husband have found each other again in bed ..., sincerely ...