A WEDDING is passing by

Married, I face a dilemma: I've been with my partner for several years and have always been faithful but am having problems. My partner doesn't completely satisfy me anymore. Despite an active sex life, I can not get more intense and deep pleasure. I refuse to accept that fidelity is giving up on a mature and complete life.
I believe that love does not mean the denial of my self but rather, respect for one's partner and having sex only with a beloved man is neither meant nor proof of love.
Conscious that only the infidelity of man is accepted by society, a mockery of human historicity, who upon discovering in the Neolithic period that man has a role in procreation overthrew matriarchalism where woman was deified not as dominating but as solely responsible for procreating - Goddess of Fertility- rebelled using all forms to dominate the opposite sex throughout the centuries thus guaranteeing the certainty of paternity of their progeny. To do this they used countless methods: politics, mythology, religion, media and others (laughs)... I'm a consistent gender-political activist, although not active in feminist movements.
In my lion-like fullness, I had always been patient in choosing a prey: observing and studying every step and trace and at the opportune moment taking it for myself. It was always like this. Until deluded by romantic love, I surrendered and, confused with the concept of love, gave up my self to be a passive woman, devoted, discreet and exemplary housewife. That is feminine. My mask fell off. My essay was good but finished. Rediscovering myself as active, autonomous and perhaps dominating, I feel lioness.
The libido poured into my blood is no longer fully consumed by my man. Every day that passes it accumulates, making me uncontrollable and inconsolable. My multiple orgasms do not satisfy me anymore. I am on the verge of committing a madness. Perhaps sanity. I find myself raving to satiate my desire. Faced with so much transformation in such a short time, I still think about what to do because my desire is transient. For some time now I have been studying both myself and various men. I'm meticulous in choosing.
At the moment I am playing with fantasy, and it has soaked even more my female body in libido. The one who profits is my partner but he doesn't know what makes me so insatiable. In front of such desire, almost satisfied, I have been masturbating. I do not miss a big powerful voice like other women; I miss new overwhelming emotions. My body feels deep pains in the anxiety of satiating itself reaching to feel it contracting followed by a great pain that approaches colic causing my vagina to wet and open into an increasingly red rose on its blood-soaked vessels. It is desperate. My libido must be consumed. There's an imbalance. Coward I am when I consume myself at night and early morning inside fantasizing about the craziest, most ardent encounters, denying myself pleasure for fear of becoming vile. But corroded, in order not to become Messalina: a nymphomaniac who never reaches her full; I decided to end the cowardice by giving myself to another at any cost.
The other day an opportunity arose. My husband was traveling and he would be away for twenty-four hours, so I thought: What if we invest in the night, what if at time <unk>H<unk> back? I was insecure hunting. And could not miss this chance. Stupidly (laughter)...I came to a great conclusion that there is no time to go out hunting and decided to pass myself off as a prostitute on most famous spots of the city. In fact, I always chose my men.
My husband, after a long wait, left. Like crazy I ran to the bathroom and took a long shower with the familiar soap company that was always diverted by my naughty and experienced hands. More than quickly he came out of the toilet and naked with the help of a dryer modeled my curls. Then it was time for choosing clothes. But how amidst all those gowns and long skirts and high-heeled shoes? I had to pass myself off as an ordinary attractive woman. And then I remembered one extravagant dress from my teenage years. After rummaging through my wardrobe, I finally found that silver leather mini skirt. The panties and the bra were fine with me; all I had left was a pair of underpants and brassieres. So I ended up wearing one half-cup bra to accentuate my breasts, leaving the panty on its side (I remembered the wind then). I dressed, made myself up and put on a black knee-length boot with a big 70's platform heel. Now the makeup was missing as well as perfume. It is because I don't like foundation and compact powder; I highlighted my eyes with white eyeliner and then silver. A lipstick and half-silver lip balm. After passing too much fragrance by the way, I use little but figured that it should be increased (laughter...I think I exaggerated). There I went all fearful going down the elevator. Wishing to find no one.
When the elevator door opened, it was a relief. There wasn't anyone there but the porter who saw me come out with my figure and breasts almost on display. Standing at the corner waiting for a taxi, I nearly gave up seeing that drivers passing by in the street stopped their car to look and said: "Gustoosa, delicia"... - To my relief, a cab pulled over and more than quickly entered. Without saying anything, the driver followed the indicated path.
I went down to a dark place where there were no other women sewing, and I knew that I couldn't be around any of the others because I was new in this piece. It would have been an affront or even assault for me as it was a car venue with strong winds; despite the cold my vagina trembled warmly; my transparent blouse combined with half-cup bra only covered up to my nipples; my rollicking legs shivered.
A few minutes later, the first car stopped. He said: "Hey cat! How much is it? Shall we go for a climb?" Was that nice? - Since I wasn't in tune with the boy, I went up the avenue pretending not to be listening. The car followed me. So I told him that I already had an appointment and was waiting. It continued on its way. I stayed there for several more minutes. Despite my fear of being recognized, I remained exhibiting his traits well.
That's when I noticed a car that was parked about 50 meters away, with the high headlights. You couldn't tell who was inside. (At this moment believe me I even thought of a woman. But as I never made love to a woman, in fact I just kissed and it was too much. The mouth is totally different from a man's. Look I have already kissed many men. Her flesh was soft and sweeter. Do you think she tickled me ... laughter... but for nothing exchange for a man) The car slowly came towards me. As you can guess my heart shot up. So he stopped beside me and the man who was leading him said, "Between cat!" - Middle aged, perhaps about forty, he was impeccable in his bearing and in his malicious look.
And without saying a word, I entered seduced. An Arabic rhythm was heard in the car's environment that I did not know but which left me in suspense. While driving the vehicle, I felt his hands warm inside my legs rubbing on my already viscous and fluid-drenched vulva. Perceiving my excitement, he said: "Woman, you are already hot, how delicious! You like pleasure, right? Are you ready to be eaten, no?" - And with your lips already wet, I saw myself speechless. Then she took her fingers licked from my liquid until you smelled it and maliciously brought them up to her mouth.
I watched every gesture of that man: first, arrow, second, steering wheel.... With each step a new sound led me to a new palpitation. And at high speed he drove the car safely. His intimacy with speed excited me leading me to imagine him driving my body, controlling every plateau (What madness.) and his hand sometimes squeezed me as if saying "If you're safe woman who am here to eat you! Calm down!
Upon entering, I encountered the masculine details of the environment. Books mixed with wine bottles, newspapers coupled to clothes and a completely messy bed. So he took one wine and two cups and offered me: "Take beautiful you will need! What is your name?" - Then I said: Paula. When tasting the wine that was soft, I realized his malicious and charming look. And looking at me steadily went closer until he kissed me taking the remaining wine in my mouth. That's when his hands were covering my body squeezing it quite firmly. With his warm, fleshy mouth he slid into my uncertain lips caressing me madly and then his tongue invaded my mouth making me drink its juice. I was trembling and then gave myself over to his crazy kiss as he stroked my buttocks and then my wife. She was smooth and naked on her big lips. Her fingers were for me the sky so I embraced him and could not resist going around kissing his neck. And brushing at his beard that still hadn't been done scratching my face which left me half drunk. My heart felt like it would jump out of my mouth.
Again he put on that Arabic music and sat in an armchair and said: Now it's your turn beautiful! Free yourself. I am here to satisfy you. Slowly pull down the blouse <unk> And obedient to his command, I pulled out. And seeing this seductive man delighting me, I got excited with the song and made myself free by releasing the tigress who was kept inside my female body. And desirous, dancing, she took off every piece of clothing - shirt, boot, bra and skirt ...exciting with my hands: breasts, elbows, buttocks, vulva...He stared at me caressing her member still covered by pants. The volume between his legs was like that of a tent being erected, and the liquid which kept pouring from my feet made me dance more and more... gently dragging myself on my knees up to his thick hard thighs.
Then looking into his eyes I opened the zipper of my trousers and pulled it out willingly. His underwear showed its volume. Smelling a groove, I grabbed onto his penis that was already in place feeling him in my hands. It looked more like such hard chest. The veins were dilated and head swollen. And sexy, I wanted to bite him, eat him. And still kneeling as a servant, I took him up to my mouth. I felt every vein expand and his gland grow. I had so much pleasure sucking on him that he could suffocate me with the penis closing my throat. Out of my fleshy mouth flowed a juice that bathed him and made him slide more and more. The breasts found comfort in his knees, being rubbed by the hair on his legs. His stiff nipples were caressed. His balls scattered filled one of the palms of my hand. I moaned and yawned gently. I wanted to crush them and swallow them. Kissing his groin, I saw myself then in his (thirsty) mouth. At the same time as kissing him madly, masturbating him.
And then he threw me on the carpet and slowly kissed every part of my body: neck, breasts, lap... until it reached to vagina. My big lips were hairless and small ones red.
Taking me by the arms, he led me to a table and ordered that I should lie down with my legs open on it. And like a slave, I obeyed. Then he said: "Open your feathers again you whore! You'll get what you want". Afraid but eager at the same time once more I complied because pleasure is the closest thing between heaven and earth. Without exiting penetrated me vibrator all his strength in wet sheet. So I cried out. And without mercy pierced me opening up my entrails until the uterus. Screamed, groaned, twisted myself. At seeing its enlarged penis, wanted to blow him off. But he became bad. He masturbates and watched me moaning. And in a go and come with the vibrator, I twisted myself more and more. He said: That's nice... moan ... is liking bitch, want to make fun of? Enjoy for your macho see. Go!...And then flexing my clitoris, apprehended, enjoyed made a sly cat groaning several times over lowly and contorted me. It was like seeing my uterus contract from delirium. It has been an intense joy that wants more. Perceiving my madness, he said: Oh, you are enjoying yourself, pussycat ? I have not finished yet . Without ejaculating, he took out the vibrator and penetrated it with one of his fingers and said: "Cat, enjoy yourself beautifully". - And then I calmed down. After a few seconds to hear him say: Hey cat, are you still there? It's not over yet. Come here open those legs again, I want to eat you with my fingers, I wanna feel your fleshy and hot xana gushing its milky liquid. Here Cat, I would like to enjoy watching her delirium. I was warming up again, only this time a fever came from inside and spread all over my body. Again the milky fluid flowed between my legs and wet his hand and table. He brought his penis to my mouth again. I suckled...sucked. Until deliriously, I felt its liquid gushing into my lips and falling on my breasts.. he said: that cat, drink your milk ... drink it ... Feel the taste and smell of your man ... That hot bitch ... - And wishing for your penis, I got back off the table and took my spoon next to her body leading him, already smaller, to my vagina. His size was a caress that tickled, making her want him more and more. And in the stillness he rocked and moaned until I finally enjoyed it. Multiple. He wasn't manly, but he was fondling my walls. So much so that he twisted me around and bit his lips begging for my ass to start. He said: Eat my little bundle, go! ...Eat my cuisine. It is all yours. Eat your bitch! Go...I will open myself up completely for you. - And he became male again by feeling my enjoyment. My vagina sucking sucks him inside and uterus squeezing against itself.
And again erect, he pulled me down from the table and putting myself on all fours, invaded my ass with his big dilated head almost bursting out of my rings. Then I felt his penis invade me, opening up my closed ass growing bigger and larger... pointing to cause me pain. First the head then the trunk. Always slowly and in a go-go that came more like an affection. I could feel it expanding and enlarging inside me, strangling me. I moaned and sometimes let loose cries of pain. Desirous, wanted so much that led me to open and prostrate further for him to bury it. He said, "Here's your hot bitch move. Give it all to him and go". Is that how you like it? Let me squeeze this tight little ass of yours! Come on come... This is the way... So give me this cute little ass!" And the pain turned into intense pleasure as he held me at table with his half-breasts I begged him to fuck me more and more. In answering my plea he went deeper and deeper pushing his stick in me. And as he shouted outrageously, he covered my mouth with one of his hands and penetrated it in all its intensity. I screamed and bit her fingers. I wanted more and more. I thought that I would die from so much pleasure. It was uncontrollable. And the pain went away leading me to beg: Eat me, eat....more...more...this ...so. Eat this piglet which is all yours. Fuck your bitch, go... -And maddened we ended up having fun together. More intense, multiple, multiple ....and spreading throughout my body. He poured his semen into my ass.
Our enjoyment continued on an ever-smaller scale until we gave in to defeat and ecstasy. And still inside me, I could feel his semen trickling out, spreading through my legs. And how my Zeus kissed and embraced me. (What a man! - A man's virility is not the size of a penis or its erection time; it lies in knowing a woman's body and satisfying her and vice versa.)
And then he, soft and calm inside of me. He would be able to joke wildly again. After we joked intensely, we lay down on the carpet for a while and were quiet. He suggested that we go take a shower. So we went into the bathroom. We talked for a long time in the showers. A little bit about everything. He was an educated and polite man. Then he brazenly began washing my breasts, backs, buttocks until I felt his hands between my rolled-up glue scrubbing my vagina. At every moment his penis grew slightly larger. So I grabbed him up and started masturbating it. So we decided to get out of the shower and go to bed. I stood in front, bent down to pick up a towel, letting my pink asshole show. He went crazy and grabbed me saying: "Cat, I'm going to eat your ass now! I want him again! Come here and grab that beautiful bundle so I can fuck you". - And I was afraid it would hurt because I wasn't lubricating said: Not yet. Calm! Let me wet come on.
And taking him by the hand I led him to bed. He then sucked me again. My lips, clitoris... His tongue came and went deliciously. I wanted him to eat me once more. And he was crazy about sucking me up. Until I said: "Eat my ass! Go!" <unk> Then he lay down and I stood with his legs between his body and walked very slowly downhill. I'd ride up and down at an ever-increasing pace, always introducing him more and more. And then he would climb in and out of the way. He watched it all go by, sometimes let loose a scream. And mad as hell put me on my knees spreading my legs and grabbing my ass. And thinking that I was going to die of delirium, again enjoyed having multiple orgasms, let my asshole get stung by his penis cutting into my butt deeper until he laughed.
It was already daylight when we decided to take another shower, and then again in the bathroom where we hooked up kissing and caressing each other.
When we finished drying and putting on our clothes, we went back to the city. He asked me where I was going to stay. I got off at downtown. As he pulled up in front of my car, he opened his wallet without asking how much it cost, took out some green bills and handed them to me. Without saying a word, I grabbed them and put them into my purse. He kissed me deeply as if to say goodbye. After that long kiss which didn't want to end anymore, I stepped out of the car and continued on my way without turning around.
About fifty yards away, I found a young woman with her baby on her lap begging for alms. The child was about one month old and looked malnourished. And without thinking, I took those bills out of my purse and put them in the mother's hand as she stared into his eyes and said: "Mommy (the way doctors address women who are giving birth), go home to your son and hold onto this beautiful thing that you have; take care of it". And sarcastically, I went back to my married life as if renewed and relieved -- just carrying a good memory.