Vengeance is cheap.

One sad day, by circumstances of life I separated from my wife. This lasted three months and in this period I oscillated between anger, despair, bitterness and hopelessness. It was not only for revolt and want; the fact is that, perhaps even exclusively out of rage, then I approached a neighbor.
Teresa... descended from Germans, blonde, green-eyed, not pretty but nice, an ordinary body of a woman approaching forty years old. A widow who was enjoying life well, reportedly arm in arm and bed in bed. Not that it mattered to me or bothered me in this distressing situation.
One day, I got a package for her that wasn't there. It was about 10 p.m., when she arrived and I went to deliver it, this storm came down on me without an umbrella, so I had to wait until the rain passed in that cold night. She invited me inside, we sat on a little couch and talked about my incomprehensible situation.
The storm continued. To make matters worse, the power went out, everything was in darkness, we kept on playing chatter outside. It was after midnight when I decided to leave, even with heavy rain. On the porch of the chalet unexpectedly she gave me a farewell kiss. I embraced her in my need and anger and full of care said:
- You're in the same situation as I am, and if you feel that you can give me...
She looked at me, surprised.
I've never seen you with eyes other than her husband.
- All right... you have the cell phone number.
I gave her another kiss, thanked her and left.
Three weeks went by and there was no return. I thought that she could not see me with other eyes. Or perhaps, as a man, I did not interest her; my lower astral body made me think about it. I forced myself to stop thinking of the matter and my loneliness increased even more, as if this were possible. Eventually I moved into another neighborhood.
One Saturday afternoon the phone rang, it was her.
- I've thought about it and decided to accept.
I had no car, couldn't pick her up and waited. About forty minutes later she arrived. After a quick tidy-up of the little house, changing my bedsheets and bathing myself in water. Anxiously waiting, confused, not quite sure what was going to happen. Every now and then looking out the living room window, the street remained deserted.
And then I heard the pebbles from the parking lot exploding underneath her footsteps. I opened the door, Teresa came in, put her purse on the table, turned to me and embraced me, looking for my lips and sticking her tongue into my mouth. A way of breaking the ice right away, I thought. What I didn't know yet was how hot she was in bed.
He pressed his body against mine, adjusting the bouquet to my stiff stick.
We sat down, we talked a little bit and then she got up.
- I'd like to take a bath.
I left her in the bathroom and went to my room where I undressed, waiting totally naked under a sheet. My dick was stiff and throbbing like it hadn't been sex for over four months.
I listened to the shower being closed, and soon afterwards the bathroom door was opened. So she came into my room wrapping herself in a handkerchief, shutting it, and walked towards me. In short order she took off her towel revealing an appetizing body: thick thighs, medium breasts, still thin waist highlighting broad hips, pubic hair covered with blond silky hairs. She placed the towel at the head of the bed and crouched down on my arms, feeling the pleasant warmth of her body roll against mine.
Our lips greeted each other hungrily, I smoothed her face gently as a mute thank you for accepting. My hand slowly descended down her neck until it reached one of the breasts that I lovingly wrapped around with my nipple tucked between my fingers. I played a little bit trying to excite her even more. I kept on going downhill patting her belly, waist depression, pronounced hip curve, found her thigh shivering under my light touch. Teresa was sighing and kissing me hungry.
I stroked her knee and started back, but this time on the inside of my thigh. My fingers soaked in its wet streak as I began to squeeze his little cricket underneath her soft hair making Teresa breathe with pleasure.
Her hand was still on my shoulder, as if inhibited. I grabbed it and took it to my throbbing cock, Teresa promptly wrapped it around him and began slow back-and-forth movements driving me crazy. I couldn't hold out any longer and put my body between her legs. She promptly opened them well and folded them up, my dick found and slipped gently into its hot, soaked and tight bottle.
With his eyes closed, a sigh of pleasure escaped from his lips as he felt the head force its way into his bowels and I began to move slowly feeling my cock being pressed down and sucked up by his body waving feverishly beneath mine.
My chest brushed against her breasts, my dick came and went like a madman in his pocket, Teresa wrapped me around with her legs and began to gasp and groan underneath my stockings. I would take the whole thing off so that she could put it back all the way down, which made her writhing voluptuously and horribly.
In spite of the long period that I had been without sex, to my surprise I was managing to control myself and hold on far beyond my expectations. For a good fifteen minutes I stayed on top of her, fucking her non-stop until her groans became more pronounced and she screamed loudly as her delicious body shook with trembling.
Then she opened her eyes, which to my surprise were filled with tears.
Her body stood still for a while under mine, as I again accelerated the strokes in her boiling wet entrails. Teresa groaned softly once more as I went and came pleasantly into it. About ten minutes later she began to mock, and yet again tears filled her eyes.
I stayed on top of her, pushing non-stop for over an hour and it was delicious... made Teresa laugh hard twice more at my cock she cried every time the orgasms took control of her body.
I can't take it anymore. You have exhausted me!
I kissed her lips tenderly.
- All right, I'll have a laugh.
I accelerated the punches strongly, the cock became gigantic in its bowels, Teresa began to press me with my legs against her, forcing me into it.
I was begging.
And I splashed all over that delightful woman, the sperm gushing in hot streams flooding her vagina and slowly diminishing until it stopped.
I took the soaked, dripping cock out of her insides and lay down on my shoulder. This amazing woman looked at me affectionately and unexpectedly covered my face with kisses in gratitude for the pleasure that I had given her.
No man has ever done that to me before.
You're a wonderful woman in bed, you are very hot.
She smiled, pleased.
- Of all the men I've had between my legs, you are the hottest.
I kissed her again, in a silent thank-you.
That night she didn't want to do it again, she was really exhausted and relaxed, but I still had to walk home with her.
Two more weekends went by, and on each one the phone rang.
- Fernando, I'd like to go there a little...
It became a kind of code word between us, I'd get hard at the time. She would come to my bed and everything was repeated as it had been before: pebbles popping out from under her footsteps, her loving hungry kisses, me in bed waiting for her to come out of the shower, her body stripping when she approached, her thighs open with ecstasy, her moans and cries of pleasure, tears crowning her orgasms...
One Monday night someone knocked on my door, I went to answer without knowing who it could be. It couldn't have been Teresa because she hadn't called before as she did. Confused, I felt the ground move under my feet. My ex-wife trembling and quite nervous was incredibly in front of me.
- Can I come in? He stuttered.
I couldn't answer, so I just walked away to let her in. By force of habit and an absurd hope I tried at least kissing his face; she pushed him back.
- Are you all right?
It exploded.
- How is it all right if you have a mistress?
In spite of everything, I was seething with anger at the time.
- We're separated, I don't have to give him satisfaction.
She tried to slap me, I held her hand in the air.
- We're separated, I don't have to give you satisfaction.
She started crying.
- I'll take pleasure from Teresa.
I pointed to the street door.
It's none of my business.
She turned toward the door. In an impulse I put my hand on her shoulder, and then unexpectedly she turned to me and threw herself into my arms, embraced me tightly and burst out crying uncontrollably; I returned a hug, kissed her tears, her trembling lips. The kiss began tender, before long it exploded in intensity as she pressed her body against mine.
I took her in my arms and carried her to the bed, where I undressed her... stripped off all of my clothes without a moment's forethought put myself between her open legs and shoved that throbbing dick into that little bottle I missed so much.
We fucked wildly and even violently, in a few moments we were both having explosive fun.
"I thought I'd lost you forever", he muttered.
I lovingly erased your face that I love so much.
- You will never lose me, princess of my life.
Physically loving each other again, slowly literally savoring one another erasing those three months that we were apart was our reconciliation.
The next day she went back to another town to pick up her things and pay off some work commitments, but not without first telling me how she'd learned:
- Iolanda called me, said she saw you two holding hands on the street.
Iolanda had been our housekeeper, and there was never anything between us.
I went to her house the other day, and she answered me with applause.
- Can I come in?
I closed the door and stared at her.
- Why is that, Yolanda?
She lowered her eyes even more, having nothing to answer.
Because I chose Teresa over you?
Yolanda turned her back on me, but I could see two tears welling up in her eyes.
I don't want to hurt you, Yolanda.
Without turning, without daring to face me she answered in a low voice:
- I beg your pardon.
There's just one little thing left for us to forget about.
I let go of her shoulders, she didn't move. I unbuckled the belt and pulled down my pants as the cock leaped upward hungry with a vengeful look on his face in one swift gesture lowering her trousers and underpants bent over the table opposite to hers and ruthlessly thrusting the cock into its bucket while searching for and wrapping her loose breasts beneath her shirt.
I leaned over her, the dick had found its crack and got in there with difficulty because without foreplay and unexpected events Yolanda wasn't lubricated.
- I don't want to... protested without any conviction.
But I was soaked and wanting, and the dick moved hungry, huge, drying. I started stocking firmly, she gradually began to get wetter and correspond with movements, rolling her hot ass on my cock whilst groaning, felt a strong orgasm take care of his body while I spit profusely, plunging deep into it.
I took the dick out of his pocket and got dressed.
- Now you know what you've lost, I told him in petty revenge.