Regret

I am a brunette, 1.60m, married for more than 26 years. I read a lot of these stories and today I decided to tell my story even to vent. My story begins when I was 16 years old. I was very much in love with my boyfriend named Marcos. He was 18 years old. From time to time when we fought (things of age) and he would immediately flirt with my college roommate. We always go out to bars, pizzas and, when the father borrowed the car, we went to a drive-in or a very warm place. On these occasions he sucked my legs (they are still beautiful, despite the age), my little song, my grin until enjoying years and marriage, I would meet him for a few days and I would suck his chest and punch a bottle until enjoying years and marriage. I was still in love with her. I was very much in love with her, but because of my virginity he kept the quality of my virginity. He always managed to punch me in the back of the head, and she always managed to get out of the cabin. 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Marcos was doing it on purpose just to tease me. On this day I drank a little and decided: It will be today. We left the party and went straight to his guesthouse. I started to tempt him already inside the car by passing my hands on his member that by this time was hard. Arriving, Ronaldo said, I started to kiss his ear, kissing his nipples and listening to him groan: - You're going to like it, suck my pussy now. He was lying on his back and on his knees between his legs. I was slowly descending with my tongue position, I pulled his shirt, I opened the sleeve and the arm of the sock, when he "loved" that huge pineapple (about 23 cm) that I was going to suck. I had to suck it. I always had trouble punching him in the car while he was going to punch me in the mouth, which by this time was hard. When I got there, Ronaldo said, I started to kiss his ear, kissing his nipples and listening to him groan. He was already mad. Then I turned to him with a little bit of trepidation. Then he went into my mouth. Then he started to suck me with a little bit of passion. Then he was going to suck me. Then Marcos said: - I'm going to kiss him with a little bit. Then I'm going to kiss him with a little bit. - It's all in, my hottie. - It hurts a little, but it's good. He started slowly, and then he picked up the pace, and I went crazy, and we had a lot of fun together, and then his member withered, and he came out of me, and we were lying next to each other. But I was satisfied and VENUED. We went to take a bath and started another session of sucking. Gradually his instrument was growing so that again it did not fit in my mouth. We went back to bed and I could then notice the blood stain. I lay on my stomach and I was thoughtful. I had become a woman and had taken revenge. Ronaldo then lay on me and was kissing my neck, ears, going down with his tongue through my back. I grabbed me all. His cachet between my legs and looked like a piece of rolled wood of this size and hardness. Suddenly he lifted my hips and there were two pillows. It went down the lingua and passed through my anus. I went to the bottom. I was going to sit down for two. I was going to sit down for four and he put my tongue completely in my little finger and alternated on the floor. I had left his finger on the floor. I was a woman and had taken revenge. Then Ronaldo lay on top of me and was kissing my neck, ears, going down with his tongue down my back. Then he took me all the way down with his tongue. And I was too tired to do it. But I was going to the bathroom. But I was still too tired. He was too tired to do it. I was too late. I was too tired. He was too tired to do it. Some time later, I met my boyfriend again (Marcos). He had come for a walk in our city. He was employed and living in another city. Since I had nothing left to lose, I agreed to go out with him. It was all affection. All kindness. It was strange the first time that I was no longer a virgin. I cried with shame. He ate me in various positions and even made fun of my mouth. On other outings I gave him the anus. He made fun but I did not. My trauma had not passed. He was polite, kind, gentle, loving. I liked to be with him because he was still my great passion and I thought he loved me. He cheated on me. I was actually the little bitch he had when he came to our city. I had another trauma. I found out after he got married. Today I am married to a good man, affectionate, responsible and who I know loves me a lot. I am a repentant woman. I should have waited for my husband today. I don't deserve him. Even today from time to time I am climbing with my husband and remembering Marcos. I can't give the anus. I know that I satisfied Marcos (and another time later) with my bundle, but I can't with my husband. To this day I still keep the memory of Marcos, because besides the passion, like him in a story here, the love of little is that short. Joan of Arc