Luisa debuted

Hello, my name is Luiza. I'm a woman married to a man I admire very much and who is an excellent lover, but I confess that, I don't know if because of weakness or some other personality flaw, I sometimes feel irresistibly attracted to other men. I'm very hot, and even though I have a husband who doesn't deny me fire, I'm attracted to having extramarital relations, even though I haven't actually tried it until now. I'm 30 years old, I'm brunette, I have light brown eyes, I'm 1.60 meters tall, I have long hair that almost reaches my waist, well-twisted thighs, beautiful breasts, thin waist and, without modesty, an ass that is the pride of the neighborhood. Not to mention some of the details that many men have already praised about me, such as my fleshy lips, my delicate 34-inch waistline (which they love), my sweet voice, etc. After the proper introductions, let's begin the account of the experience that I now share with you readers. It was a Monday morning, around 8:00 a.m., when my husband kindly offered to drive my car to a garage that was halfway between our home and my work. We went together, me driving mine and him driving his, because he would give me a ride to my work as soon as we dropped my car off there. It was a problem with the air conditioning, and we knew in advance that, at best, it wouldn't be ready until the end of the shift. When we got there, we were met by the owner of the workshop, a guy named Carlos, very well-mannered and who, with his face, moved with my libido. I don't know what gave me, but in a matter of seconds, right there in the presence of my husband, I began to imagine what it would be like to have it all inside me. I realized that he had also been a little disturbed with me, because although discreetly, due to the presence of my husband, he looked at me from top to bottom, almost eating me with his eyes. We agreed that we would pick up the car at the end of the afternoon, which would also be confirmed by Carlos. My husband left me at work and was picking me up later to go back to the workshop in case the work was finished. In the middle of the afternoon my husband called me saying that Carlos had called and that unfortunately he could only deliver the car at the end of the next day. I would spend another day without my car, which also would not be a big problem, since my husband could give me a ride in the morning to my work. Already on the way home, my husband told me that he could not take me to the workshop the next day to pick up the car with me, since he had a meeting scheduled for the end of the afternoon, with no end in sight. She told me to take a taxi and go alone even to get the car Carlos would call me on my mobile as soon as the service was ready, possibly in the late afternoon I was robotized at that time, a heat wave went through my whole body it would be really interesting to be with that guy who had messed with me and what was better: I would be alone with him without the presence of the husband. At night, I couldn't stop thinking about that guy. I didn't really know why, but he was in my head. It took me a long time to fall asleep, and I fell asleep thinking about him. I woke up thinking about him. All I could think about was that I got all wet. That same morning, before I left for work, I had to change my underwear at least a couple of times, because of the level of excitement I was in. I couldn't think about anything but him. I put on a very light, black, buckskin dress that went halfway down my thighs, I put on a pair of high-heeled sandals, and I carried extra panties in my purse in case I had to change them before I was with him, and I was really provocative, and that's exactly how I wanted to look for my lovely mechanic, and by the end of the afternoon I was rushing to finish what I had to do, and I was glued to the phone waiting for that call. I was very nervous, like a little girl on the verge of losing her virginity. And it didn't take long for the phone to ring. A loud, yet soft voice came from the other end of the line: "Hello, is it Michelle?" Once again I felt a shiver and a heat wave all over my body. I was completely beside myself. I had never felt such an intense "skin tightness" in all my life. I knew that I would have to give it to him one way or another, and I knew that he might not control me when I was again in front of him. He said that the people there would leave around 6 pm, but that he could wait for me if I could not get there by that time. So I took the opportunity and told him that I would do my best to get there by 6 pm, but that it might be a little late. Once again he reiterated that he would wait for me as long as it took. Of course, he must have felt for me something similar to what I was feeling for him. Already the day before, when we met for the first time, he had no problem disguising the looks he gave me, from top to bottom, when my husband went to pick up some belongings that were in the car. Around 6 p.m. I called the taxi. While I was waiting, I took the opportunity to go to the toilet to make that last visual check. I took off my bra, changed my underwear (which was once again wet) and combed my hair. The workshop was not far away. It would take about fifteen minutes to get there. On the way, already inside the taxi, a torrential rain began to fall in the city. When I arrived there, at about 6:30 p.m., I was startled when apparently all the doors were closed, until I saw that there were lights inside the workshop and a small door was half open. When I was paying the driver's fare, Carlos appeared at that little door, waving to me. I still thought about waiting for the rain to stop, but since that didn't seem very likely, I decided to leave the taxi anyway. I had no umbrella, but the distance wasn't very long, because I would just have to cross the street. It turns out that, at the exact time I got out of the taxi, the flow of cars increased and I had to wait in the rain to cross. That was enough time for me to take a bath, literally. Carlos was waiting for me at the door. Even with the jump of the sandal, I ran towards him, who deliberately did not leave the front and made me throw myself in his arms. We were like this for a few moments, both laughing at the situation. Those few seconds under that flood left me completely wet. In fact I was already wet inside, and now also externally. My dress, which was made of a very light and thin fabric, became completely transparent and glued to my body, showing all my curves, as well as denouncing the excitement I was in, for my nipples seemed to want to jump out - which was visibly noticed by him. Carlos promptly suggested that we go to the office, which stood in a kind of mezzanine in the workshop shed. There I could dry off. I immediately accepted, however, since I was soaked, I could not give any other answer than "yes". He then closed the small door I had entered, took me by the hand and led me to the staircase leading to the mezzanine. On the way, turning back towards me, he stamped a crooked smile on my face and said that the dress looked good on me that way: soaked. I just smiled... On the way up the stairs, Carlos "gently" waited for me to climb in front, coming right behind me. I realized that his real intention was to have a full view of my butt going up the stairs. Without making a request, I took the opportunity to pin it up well, so that due to the transparency of the wet dress, it would be entirely exposed at his disposal. Arriving up there, in the face of the darkness that was, I stopped at the end of the stairs and Carlos inevitably ended up leaning on me from behind. Without really asking my permission to pass, he put his hands on my waist, forcing a little bit the passage. I offered a little resistance until I had glued it to my body. In this position, already feeling his member pulsating against my butt and his breath on my neck, I turned my face and kicked him over my shoulders ... Okay, the weather was already at its peak, I knew there was no turning back. Carlos went to get the towel. Upstairs there was only a small desk, a bathroom in the corner and a leather sofa; all now lit by a faint light hanging from the ceiling. I stood there, looking around, my back turned to Carlos as I waited for the towel. I was hot, I knew I was going to have him and I knew it would be at that moment. After a few moments, I was delightfully wrapped by the towel in Carlos's tight embrace. I offered no resistance, nor could I dare to do so. With all the excitement I was feeling, the only reaction I had was to raise my head as if to offer him my neck, while I caressed his neck with one of my arms raised above his shoulders. Without hesitation, Carlos grabbed my breasts at once, with both hands, squeezing them gently, while at the same time sucking on my neck. I was completely surrendered. I began to force my butt against his dick, rolling gently. We stood there for a few moments, neither of us saying anything. With a firm movement, he turned to me and gave me a long, deep, wet kiss on the mouth. The volume against my belly already indicated the size of the handle of his dick. I went to check with one hand and found that it really was a huge, thick, hard stick. Almost instinctively I ducked down, unbuttoned my pants, pulled out his cock and started sucking. It was a colossal stick! The thickest I had ever seen. I held it with both hands and could only reach a little higher than the head. Then I began to suck it with passion, licking the entire length, going from the balls to the tip of the head, where I devoted myself for longer: it was a delight. I couldn't wait to have it all engraved in my bowels. After a few minutes he lifted me by the arms, and with a certain amount of violence pushed me against the sofa, which was a little behind me. I fell down and I hardly had time to unbutton my sandals. He quickly knelt in front of me and began to lick my legs, going up and down, paying special attention to my feet and thighs. I bent my legs, lifting them up enough to completely expose my vagina, and with my hands holding them behind my knees. He didn't waste any time in removing my panties; with a single jolt, he smashed them to then fall with his mouth in my vagina. That was crazy... Already mad with excitement, I pulled his head firmly against my vagina and received a delicious tongue bath, until I enjoyed in the mouth of Carlos. I was almost fainted. He held that big, hard stick pointed up, ready to tear me apart. Without giving me time to recover, Carlos turned to me in that pleasant voice and said, "Four feet, bitch, I'm going to eat you so you'll never forget". I promptly obeyed the order and stood on all fours, my arms resting on the back of the sofa. It was a few moments of pure expectation, because I knew that I was going to be eaten by him in a matter of seconds. All of a sudden I was violently and deliciously penetrated by Carlos. Without any pity, he began to forcefully pound that whole fucking thing inside me. It was an indescribable feeling... To feel that stick going in and out of me, touching at the bottom was crazy! I screamed like a dog with the vigor of the punches, but I felt an enormous pleasure to have it inside me. After about ten minutes of being delightfully subdued by that male, he pulled his dick out of my soaked little mouth, sat down next to me and just smiled. Seeing that dick looking at me, I had no doubt what I wanted and I mounted him. So, face to face with that man with <unk>H<unk>, kissing him on the mouth, I started riding him like crazy, feeling him deep inside me. With his face disfigured by the excitement, Carlos began to suck my breasts while holding me tightly by the waist. At the same time he forced with one of his fingers the entrance of my butt. A shiver took over my whole body. Already completely out of my mind, I pulled his hand, which was playing in the back, brought it to my mouth and lubricated it with my own saliva, and then took it back to where it was, encouraging him to go forward. A wave of pleasure swept over my entire body as soon as he stuck his finger in. With his stick stuck in my muzzle and a finger stuck in my ass, my whole body began to shake in delight again. Excited by my excitement, Carlos turned me around so abruptly that I was lying on the couch, and without removing the stick from inside he bent over me, with my legs around his shoulders, and ate me. He put a lot of pressure on the stockings while I was still laughing, and then he took the poop out of my mouth and started forcing it into the entrance of my little butt. I was completely surrendered. It would be all his, the way he wanted. Looking into his eyes, with our faces very close, I just whispered softly: "Do you want to eat my pork, grandpa? So put it gently, okay?" Said and done... With great skill and no hurry, Carlos was forcing the entrance little by little. I felt first the touch, the expansion, and finally the penetration. It didn't take long and he was all over me, stuck in my little butt. With his hands holding my ankles, Carlos put me to the side, keeping himself inside me and gradually increasing the pace and intensity of the punches. I felt that I would not take long to mock again, only this time by taking in the ass. Holding me tightly by the hip, he was also about to mock. I couldn't hold it for long and I began to mock frantically, feeling once again my whole body tremble. Seeing me like this, screaming with pleasure, Carlos also began to mock loudly, putting everything up to the groin. I could feel the heat of his fuck penetrating my ass, which ended up providing me with an incredible lubrication. I was completely broken. With the stick still hard and inside me, Carlos would continue with the punches, sometimes taking it out completely and then putting it back in again. That was a delight. I turned a little more, getting on my stomach, and let him continue to scratch me until he deposited the last drop of his cock on my ass, and then completely relaxed his body on me. We stayed like that for about ten minutes or more, both ecstatic with so much sex and excitement, a simply wonderful feeling. I had never had such a "hot" experience before. Today, after more than six months of this unforgettable transaction, I must admit that everything has changed in my life. Since then I have come to accept my perverted nature and thirst for sex. I realized that even though I have a husband who does not deny me fire and who is an excellent lover, I cannot stay with one man. Carlos himself must have fucked me at least twenty other times, but I will leave that for details at another time.