FLOWER OF TRAINING AND DESIRE II

My return home was in the midst of a whirlwind of thoughts, but the worst of them was to ask me why I couldn't get Isabel out of my life after witnessing and watching her make me cuckold, and more why did that give me such pleasure? When I got home, I dumped our maid. I needed to be alone with her. He intended to ask him to explain everything and he could not know what his reaction would be. I tried to drink something, I wanted to get drunk, but the drink wouldn't come down. I went to the computer and downloaded the video that I had recorded from her with her lover at the motel. I prepared a record that I wanted to show her so I wouldn't give her a chance to deny it. Nature endowed the female sex with a capacity for concealment worthy of envy. Let female readers not take this as a judgment of value on my part. This was actually an evolutionary factor amid the predominantly macho society in which the female developed. But let's stop the anthropological rambling and get down to business. Everything was ready when she came in with the world's naughty, gay and obviously satisfied whore face since she had been pricked all afternoon. It's been over three hours since I left her at the motel with her lover. I was in the video room of the house and with the control of the DVD in hand, when she came in, I pressed the “play” of the device and turned to see Isabel’s reaction. I confess that her reaction shook my high confidence, I felt like taking her in my arms and reassuring her by literally losing control of her bladder and urinating in the middle of the room, her urine would easily fall down her legs since she was without panties, the blood ran out of her face and I had the impression that she would faint in front of the scene. I kept a firm attitude of cuckold betrayed with great difficulty, could not weaken, does not leave the place waiting for her to pull herself together and say something. It was long minutes without her saying anything, trying to talk, but just babbling incomprehensible and disconnected things. Seeing as she didn't say anything. I ordered her to undress, she gave me a look of pure unbelief and doubt what would happen next. I had to scream the second time to get her out of the state of amazement she was in and fulfill my order. She took off the dress that was just what she had on her body. I enjoyed more than ever the sight of that naked body that exuded pleasure and made me desire it even more, its white and firm breasts adorned with sweet pink nipples, were like an invitation to be lost in pure pleasure. I ordered her to stay down on all fours. When she did, she tried to avoid her urine. I told him to stay right there. I don't know if by pure terror she dared to do the opposite of what I commanded, I felt her fear, but surely she couldn't imagine my pleasure with all that. I took my clothes off and knelt between his legs and slapped him hard in one of his nadegas that immediately turned red in response to my action. She contracted and sighed, I don't know if she really was in pain or pleasure. She strung her ass more like she was waiting for another slap on the other end and that's what I did, decidedly if I wanted to make her feel pain that wasn't the way, she was feeling pleasure. Her tanned buttocks and no bikini marks made me hard, I thought about the lover stuffing without just that ass, gave him what she still denied me in five years of marriage claiming she wasn't always ready to do it the word slut came to mind and it was her who vigorously followed the following four slaps I gave, now with more strength and anger on her ass. She retreated, seems to have felt real pain this time, hold her with both hands by the hips and I didn't let her out of the line of fire, put saliva on her dick, put her in the entrance of her ass and at once, and imitating her lover I buried everything to the end, she groaned with pain and pleasure, but as a real whore put up with everything until the end. As I began to enter and leave your little ring, Izabel began to speak down and then stronger as your pleasure increased; “do you want to punish your whore? Eat the bitch that made you cuckold, break the ass that my lover also ate; hit me, you bitch deserves it!” His words sounded like music rocking my senses, never in my life had I felt equal pleasure and so intense, I caught his hair wrapped in one hand and rode that bitch with a wild, untamed filly. Your sweaty backs still smelled like the other fucking male. When I was satisfied with eating that ass, I turned Isabel in front of her, slapped her in the face, excited to do it for a moment but wanted to do it in the background, she didn't seem surprised and told me to hit more, but I said she wasn't in a position to send anything and that I would knock whenever I wanted. I opened your legs, wanted to see what your lover's huge stick had done in that little yawn. Her pussy was just desire to contract involuntarily as if she was begging to be fucked, I put my hand inside her leaving only her thumb out and fucked hard until she enjoyed it like I'd never seen it, once again she lost control and released a powerful jet of urine. Still kneeling beside his body surprised by the pleasure I masturbated and came in his body. I got up, took my clothes and left her lying there in the middle of her own urine. I didn't feel avenged, that wasn't my wish, I was satisfied. I knew that her pleasure had been even greater than mine and that from now on Elizabeth and I would never be the same.