My boss's wife is a whore!

I am in my 30s and have been working for more than seven years at a multinational automotive company, which is not going to reveal its name because it's well-known. I'm one of the dealers from the countryside, nor can I say what state we are from, since you always need to be careful if you want to avoid problems. But here I tell my story involving the wife of an executive director of this company; I met her at a year end party with over 1,000 people but among so many others she was without doubt the most remarkable person - at least to me. This boss was in his fifties, he must have been about 54, but his wife wasn't more than 30, with an incredible body. Her face had little wrinkles that revealed she was a seasoned woman and I don't know why, I found her sad. She always held a glass of wine in her hand and I saw her stopping the waiter to refill it by half again. She wore a blue dress unbuttoned from front to back. Her fat breasts almost showed off some of their movements, big and hard appetites and her cleavage showed part of its small belly. Behind the neckline was even larger, almost reaching her butt, leaving fully exposed her beautiful back and broad shoulders. Her ass filled with volume her dress, grasped and contoured his thighs, a real plane. Without wasting time I approached it. When the horn came out of close by going to cheer some guests from abroad, she stood alone, drinking her wine with an annoyed face. If you had not seen me before, looked at me when we went to grab our glasses with the same waiter. I introduced myself and she just said her name without making reference to powerful husband. We exchanged a few words of introduction and I was immediately invested in this woman. I commented on her beautiful dress, she became slightly red, and said that I noticed the absence of bikini marks on his skin if he is also an adherent to naturism. She got even more red, started laughing and talked about how never had set foot on a nudist beach but would die willingly. We were talking cheerfully about the possibility of going to a beach one day when it "revealed" being married, and that it will make things difficult. I didn't agree and stared at her, she looked at me like someone was asking us to fly away from there to a beach but just said "will you?" took one sip turned around looking for her husband when he came back i had already left him going to sit down with my friends on the table. She became uncomfortable and slowly sat up too as we went out of the party asked an auto handyman to give her a napkin with my phone in it so that i could see delivery then quickly collected the piece of paper into his small bag and glanced sideways I opened my glass in front of her, and made it clear that the ticket was mine by gesturing for her to call me. Three days later she called. She noticed I was inside, asked about the city, then said she was angry with me because I had left her talking alone. I told her I needed to know whether or not she would have the courage to do what her body and mind were asking, and her phone call was a big sign. She choked up, and then she finally said "No, Friday at 9:00 a.m., the workers come from the airport I'll meet you on the road". And he hung up. That was all I wanted to do. So I unticked my calendar for Friday and went out to find her outside of the airport we drove in two cars down to the beach. She called me and talked on our cell phone while driving. Said that her husband had gone off to France and would be back in three days. She told me laughing that for a long time he traveled days and they do not speak to each other, that it didn't matter, had no children, but she knew about things from the kids he had in his first marriage. "For them he calls". This woman would encrypt her husband, I was already sure of this, we did not know if it was common or if it is the first time. I asked whether she knew where we were going. She only said that she would follow me, if you don't like the way, turn around. I told him about the wonderful beach she would meet, she seemed very interested in nudism, "but talking naked, nude without baby?" She said yes, but that they had other beaches nearby and if she didn't feel like it we could go there. "I will try you can help me". That phone chat on the road has already made my dick hard I kept talking to her about his little blue dress, and that if he really did have a body as I imagined, I would be unfunny. We arrived on the beach, coast of São Paulo and we greeted each other in a bar nearby. She was curious and excited; I could tell by her hard beaks over her blouse. We left our car at an inn where we took the same room but as she said: "It's just to change clothes, okay?" She took the protector and rubbed her legs and thighs, I offered to help and walked on her back and ass she got more excited, it was cold, her hands were trembling. I asked her to turn around and scrubbed my shoulders and passed my hands in her lap reaching close to her nipples of breasts "I'm afraid", she said. Asked if this is the first time you have done that. Said yes but had been waiting for a chance so long. She just unzipped her bikini, revealing her breasts to me and held my face in a long warm kiss. I got hard and squeezed it against my body so she could feel how horny I was. Then she turned around on her back while I pressed the little bundle of hers against my stiff stick begging for an out-of-the-way swing. And then she reached down and grabbed at my limbs as I nicked her thick boobies and bit off her neck. "Ours is big and tough, we'd better wait awhile", she said, pulling my stick away. She pushed me against the wall and kissed me, she kissed my shoulders, smoothed out my cock with her hand and then she hugged my breasts, bit my beak with her lips, flattened my belly with one hand and pulled my dick upwards with the other, knelt down on one knee and gave me a little head-kiss. "Gee how big that boy is". I went to say something and she silenced me with another kiss: She would kiss my roll and caress the balls with her hands, then she'd go down her mouth to the base of it, do that very carefully by pressing her lips against the roll. "I want your dick all over in my mouth", she would suck on me and say things like: "What a hard-on I am!" She came back with everything for the blowjob and I enjoyed it loudly. I felt a jet of fucking coming out like a seagull, burning me up, she swallowed everything, ate my dick as sweet. Still hard, she licked her head crack looking for more liquid, kissing and said "that's tasty". If he got up and we kissed, I whispered in his ears that his mouth was very hot and fleshy, which was the most delicious sucker of my life. "Sucking, alas, when time didn't make one, I did not hear this term", she laughed while embracing me and holding my cock against her belly. "You will have three days to die from missing making sucks". She squeezed my dick harder and said "only three? wow, I have to suck a lot of this tasty pinto, I'll make pacifier in the morning, afternoon, night, at dawn, on bed, beach, car", and laughed. "Only pacifiers?", I said. She dropped my stick and went upright on the bed, and spoke "is it that you will despise this body too, like my husband's dummy?" And took off the part underneath his bikini, letting him fall into bed. Exposed her mouthpiece, fleshy and large with shaggy coils, she placed her hands on her waist and put them down onto her lap, seemed to hold her xanax and offer it. "Come on, she's all yours. This story is real. 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