Wife, Madam and Whore

Wife, madam and slut all at the same time

This is a true story, so I must before entering into the part that led me to tell it here situate ourselves in the moment and environment which provided it with all its peculiarities.

I ask for a little patience, so that the readers who propose to read it.

I was 35 years old, working in a public office on the coast of São Paulo, more precisely in a small town whose beaches were its only attraction.

One afternoon, at about 2 p.m., a van parked in front of the office where I carried on my activities - luxurious for its time and commonly used by well-to-do people from different social backgrounds. From her descended a couple, he tall of course, slightly fat also about thirty-five years old and she in her thirties (who I later learned were exactly 34), blond, short hair, medium height, fair skin, green eyes, who sported elegant clothing and famous brands although athletic but which denoted only elegance when dressing without any connotation of sensuality. She looked like a lady to whom no other function can be ascribed than that of mother and wife.

They were distinctly tense and shaken, as if something frightening had happened moments before and it was no mistake the man approached trying in a somewhat disconnected way to report an accident of which he had been responsible just minutes ago on the highway near where I worked. He had tried unsuccessfully to rescue the victim but died at the scene.

Frightened by the situation and fearful of being attacked by passersby, he immediately sought some neutral place where he could gather himself together and regain his momentary sanity.

Interfering with the account, she proceeded to recount the details of what had happened because although nervous, she was still able to reason.

It didn't matter much what had happened, the fact is that from then on I ended up becoming an unwitting ally of the couple who saw in me for some reason a defense mechanism against possible attacks by angry locals present at the time of the accident.

After about half an hour of tension, the couple were getting ready to go back to their summer home in a nearby town when the elegant lady asked me if I could serve as a witness in case there was a lawsuit against her husband.

It would have ended right then and there, had it not been for the fact that about a fortnight later I got a call from this distinguished lady who wanted to talk with me about what happened and said that although no case was pending she'd like to discuss the accident.

Two days later, just after lunchtime, a woman approaches me who is slightly different from the one I had seen earlier in the day. She has been tanned but still maintains her distinctive and elegant appearance. We talk about the accident and what I could do to help.

An hour later, the phone rings and it is her saying that she had lost something and maybe forgotten in the distribution room to which I responded after searching for a few minutes believing he was not there. This done she continued our conversation telling of his concern, its tribulations and regretting having no more time to talk with us during your visit kindly apologized and made an invitation rather formal to have ice cream or juice some day in the city where you were.

I understood the invitation as a formal engagement, probably to compensate for my participation as witness and certainly with her husband along.

The next day another phone call to ask something unimportant and then I already thought that maybe there was some personal interest in her attitude, but the image of distinction still prevailed in my mind. Several calls and days later I had realized that she really wanted something beyond testimony, perhaps a typical romantic adventure for women with this stamp. I ended up making an appointment with her on Thursday afternoon too so we could meet and have ice cream commentary. First time he said goodbye leaving a kiss which made me sure.

Arriving at the appointed place I found her very elegant in a steamy "Clodovil" dress, typical of summer, but still no connotation of sensuality, just stylish and beautiful. The tan had increased from the last time I saw it and exhaling perfume invades my nostrils deliciously.

I greeted her and asked rather rudely where she wanted to go. She said that she would like me to choose, since I was the guest. I replied that I'd prefer a quiet place in which we could talk at our leisure without interference or prying eyes and she agreed by asking again Where?

I didn't put much faith in that meeting or a possible relationship between us, but even to get rid of this rather uncomfortable situation...

I thought you were going to suggest an ice cream parlor or a coffee shop!
- Well, motels are the most private and quiet and intimate places there is. That doesn't mean we have to use it for its full purpose. We can just talk...
- I'll take it, we go to a motel.

- I figured, then that you wouldn't be talking to an inexperienced rookie at least some case she had tried before...

On the way to the motel (which I had already planned), we talked normally, without any sexual innuendos or physical touches.

We arrived at the motel around 3 p.m., and we couldn't tell if there were any couples in it, so we went inside, parked our car and climbed up to our suite (I had chosen the best one for this event). I had never been involved with women of that type - married, socially differentiated, educated abroad, rich elegant and very well-groomed despite their naïve appearance.

We walked into the apartment and a tender, gentle kiss began our physical contact--a sweet kiss smelling of her dazzling perfume.

Arriving there, I still passionately kissed her mouth placed it on the bed lying backwards then touched its whole body over clothes beginning to excite me by what she felt. Her perfume and soft skin very well treated left me carried away and even with a certain romantic spirit this coupled with our intimacy behind closed doors with complicity excited me more and more. It corresponds fully.

I then said that I needed to take a bath because the heat was bothering me and went into the shower leaving her lying in the room with an angel's gaze.

A huge surprise when she came back from the bath, all her clothes had already been taken off and lying in bed looked more like a goddess. Her tanned body revealing its original colour only on the small bikini marks that stained part of her breasts and slightly her hips; an astonishing body with sensual curves provocative, rolling thighs thick but uniform in perfect harmony with the rest of the body, tailor-made waistline, flawless tummy, tiny but firm and tempting nipples mostly embedded into a woman of this age, big dark beaks, blond pubic hair curly hair (she was naturally blonde), wonderfully delicate and soft feet, a true goddess - provocative, sensual, surprisingly tempting.

Immediately my excitement became physical and my dick was already rising above its baseline, wanting to touch it wherever I went.

She got up quietly and said she was going to the bathroom now, that I should wait just a minute. Kissing me without leaning on me went into the shower.

Now I was eagerly excited, waiting for her to come back from the bathroom lying on her back in that big soft motel bed. She turned off the shower and left while still wiping herself with a toilet paper towel. She looked at me provocatively (which she knew would have an immediate effect), came over and leaned against my body holding me by the neck and kissing me intensely. She rubbed her already hard-on hips into mine and seemed to be playing with my pussy between those firm, seductive, smooth thighs. She already had complete control over me, from then on I would do whatever she wanted to possess her whole. The tanned body that leaned against mine made it feel warm and at the same time cozy soft and exciting fragrant and delicate as I've never seen before.

Still lying on my back in bed I received her over me with that divine body which had revealed itself only moments before, hidden until then above the elegant and expensive clothes.

I was no longer in control of my sensations, just admiring her and enjoying that moment of rapture and extreme excitement.

Speaking softly in a sensual way she began to tell me delicious obscenities:

- Come to me my horny, come near of me I'm your whore from now on
- Stunned by excitement and happiness I, trembling all over me could only say:

Without any ceremony or hesitation she began to move her mouth toward my dick, kissing first my neck, then my breast and belly, then the groin (which tickled me) and finally my backpack - always with soft hands preparing in advance the ground on which she would place her soft sensual mouth. Her mouth was almost irresistible, her lips were pink and soft and protruding with a sexy little beak on the lower lip. The wonderfully white teeth stood out from the sun-tanned skin of the beach; the smile that closely resembled actress Cameron Diaz's perfectly matched her green provocative eyes.

She made her way towards my dick with an impressive dose of sensuality, she was really a very, very experienced woman in this; it left me static and at the same time about to explode from erection. My cock already hurt even so hard when she pressed her wet lips against his glans. The soft touch of that simple kiss almost made me laugh right then but she expertly rubbed her mouth down without putting it inside until I reached the tip of my stiff pulsating stick.

Slowly it went up again until reaching the crown of the glans exactly where excitement is most developed and with its soft pink tongue began to go around my now huge, red head that pulsated like crazy. The delicate hands caressed the balls of my bag in a gentle but profoundly exhilarating way. I could not hold on any longer, tried to contain the intense joy which was approaching when she, realizing my despair turned her mouth away slightly and asked me for calmness because this would give me much greater pleasure.

He returned to tend my swollen and anxious gland with his soft mouth, first wrapped it all up in his sensual lips, letting me see the head of my pinto inside her mouth; then slowly, moist and delightfully was placing the rest of my stick into her mouth, demonstrating by its bulging cheeks that my cane could scarcely fit into her small smooth mouth.

Going beyond what I expected continued to shove into his mouth my pulsating cock, felt that it had reached the throat although he did not reach the heel yet, the touch was unmistakably pleasant and found myself with no means of holding back the mockery. A slight pinch in my bag made me able to resist once again and its look full of eroticism showed me that there is still time.

Surprising me once more he continued his task of swallowing my cock, held his breath and sank that mast a little deeper into its mouth and throat. I felt the head pass through the narrow channel which identified the delicious throat of that irresistible whore disguised as Madame. The stick was out to heel, her lips now brushed against my bag underneath and my pubic hairs above, my pussy was all inside her mouth and I couldn't imagine how it fit in this delicate mouthpiece.

With slight back and forth movements she took it upon herself to provoke my final excitement, I could feel her head going in and out of the tight throat into which she had received all my fucking. Now I was the one who tried to slow down, though with little success, I held her head by the neck and pressed hard against me, bringing into her mouth what little there was left of my stick, felt that she reacted. With a sudden movement I stopped her breathing and she unpreparedly attempted to endure suffocation. I kept holding her tightly against me, with all my cock inside of her mouth. I could see by her wide eyes that the air was already lacking; her face turned pink but she didn't try to get away from it. She came towards me with an impressive voluptuousness and still moved my cock into her throat in such a way as to give me unparalleled supreme pleasure.

I couldn't take it any longer and enjoyed myself, reveling right there in that sublime throat cozy to my dick like no one else has ever done before.

He didn't complain or give any sign of dissatisfaction, he just moved his head a little bit away from my body and keeping still more than half of me cock inside his mouth, continued to sip it and pass its delicious tongue over the protruding and numbed now satisfied head.

A few more minutes and she took my dick out of her mouth, slowly and deliciously kissed me again on the groin, belly, chest, neck until it reached back to my mouth where I felt a lustful taste for sex that was impregnated with.

Then I thought it was my turn to give her pleasure, for what I had received was a real ecstasy. Lying on top of her, I knelt down upon the bed with her body between my legs and began kissing her neck, descending as far as her irresistible breasts. As I kissed and nibbled at her left breast I felt that her beak swelled up and became rigid just like my dick did before. That protruding hard cock already lodged all over in my excited mouth which bit me provocatively.

I then began to massage him with my fingers as he descended from his moist mouth into a firm, well-mesh stomach that smelled good and boasted of a sensual navel so beautiful it made me want to fuck him too. I put my lips on the little trough, and saw that with my mouth half-open it was all within the circle of my lips; I could lick it in one motion without taking it out.

From then on, placing my head between her delicious thighs I began to sip voluptuously that delightful little mouthpiece. My tongue gently slipped through the inner lips of the smelly blond woman who offered me with great desire amid low moans of pleasure and madness; legs pressed against my head and hands pulled it up against his body as if wanting me to enter entirely by its mouthpieces into your uterus.

I would make slow, but firm and effective movements in an effort to excite her as much as possible before making fun of her.

I reached with the tip of my tongue to the protruding, hardened grill that she had on top of her little mouthpiece and felt its urethra. There too I touched it as if wanting to penetrate it, returning to a tasty grill already fully exposed.

I made with my tongue movements up and down in that delicious protrusion carefully not to disturb it, trying to keep the delicacy but at the same time not lose the ability to excite. It corresponded with increasingly prolonged moans and panting breaths, writhing with my head between her thighs and with its entire mouthpiece in my mouth, forcing occasionally his body against my head. My tongue went on, now gently penetrating the channel of his wonderfully flavorful bouquet with movement in and out reaching as I perceived small protrusions from her G-spot she was going into delirium and moans were already brief cries of pleasure, her body writhed more and more intensely and her breath was already at that age who is about to make fun. I continued with skill my task of delaying her enjoyment to the utmost, went back to inner lips then outer ones and then fully exposed grill (which I could perceive was around a centimetre) and numb where I paused for another few minutes of extreme pleasure for her. Then realizing that she would mock before what I had imagined to be the point of ecstasy, directed my tongue totally dampened by saliva and vaginal juice which she expelled profusely up her delicious little ass. A tight little ass, no signs of any rupture or break-in, perfect. I could tell it was lubricated probably by some suppository she'd used before we met perhaps already hoping for an anal affair so I passed my tongue all the way around that divine and disturbing orifice She trembled, shook and groaned loudly demonstrating a sudden pleasure that even worried me; I thought you fainted her but it didn't happen, she kept moaning, now moving his butt and that wonderful little ass towards my mouth as if wanting to devote myself only to him, that I would lick him more and more deeply, bury all my tongue in its depths.

In a voice troubled by pleasure , she said to me:

- That's right, that's it I love...I want more she licks her tongue into my ass She makes fun of me I love sucking on my ass and rubbing her mouth in it And then pressing her head against mine again almost made me lose breath. - Stop my hard-on... stop it, I'm going to make fun of you. Go back in the bottle!

I was totally prevented from speaking, even if I wanted to; with my whole face taken up by her gorgeous and soft ass but exulting in pleasure, my dick was now again harder than a rock and she, realizing this, crept towards it and with marvelous hands began stroking it masterfully while moaning loudly and panting continuously.

Suddenly she went into a trance of joy, squeezed my dick with her hands, screamed loud and long and mocked. My tongue was all the way inside his ass and I clearly perceived the contractions he made in frenzy... She laughed resoundingly, shuddered all the time and together we would growle from pleasure making a guttural sound that could never be simulated. She was laughing like no one had ever before....

Keep going.

If you liked the story so far, please send an email to ctarsinio@hotmail.com and we will include a second part (in preparation).