Timely betrayals (part 05) From her point of view

Narrated from her point of view): I always wondered how everything seemed easier for men; if they felt a desire to jump over the fence into an accidental fuck, they would do so without receiving any reprimand or criticism from society; while when women feel dissatisfied and think about doing the same thing, they end up backing off in fear of becoming the most vibrant topic discussed by all means. George, my husband no longer had a crush on me..., that is to say he didn't have or just decided to direct him towards another younger and more juicy bouquet; in fact I believe it was not only one but some tramps who gave themselves up easily either by the attraction of danger or for the stuffed pockets of the trough which from so taken becomes blind and deaf to the rest of the world. When I finished taking a shower, I examined myself in front of the mirror with my whole body and no matter how hard I tried I could not find an anatomical detail worthy of criticism or even repulsion; since young I have always been very fiery, and it is clear that Jorge was not my first male ... In fact, my first sexual experience was with my paternal grandfather, an old rascal and opportunist who knew how to seduce me and take away my gourd with great pleasure. I confess that the old bastard knew how to give a woman pleasure; whether by using his tool, which was still sharp on the skin, or by resorting to other resources at his disposal he fulfilled the function of a man. And that's so true, there was a time when I as an adolescent fell in love with him. "Oh my little granddaughter... learn what kind of love it is!" he said proverbially and cursingly. After him others came before I knew George and all his ability to seduce women..., and then the rest is history because now after thirty-five years of marriage he simply didn't even look at me, sometimes acting like I was invisible. The result of this treatment has two paths: either the woman encapsulates her libido definitively and directs all her love towards children and grandchildren, becoming an incomplete person; or she chooses to live life looking for someone who will extinguish her fire with desire and affection. And I was at that crossroads when some things happened which made me see the world in even more vibrant colors. He was the kind of man that almost every woman finds contemptible, with his warm manner and cursing glance and always insinuating phrases. Juca did not deserve female respect even as he yielded easily to a kiss offered him unconcerned about the consequences of his reprehensible behavior. I confess that until then, I had never felt a craving for him and it never crossed my mind to give her the opportunity of starting up on me, was not a situation that left me overwhelmed by what she represented at this moment in my life; It was a hot summer afternoon when I came back from shopping; ran into the bathroom feeling the urgent need to relieve my bladder and as soon as I entered I found naked Juca taking a shower; with the door open the bastard manipulated his bang whose dimensions left me speechless. Juca had a cock that left his brother's on the slipper and whose rigidity was something simply mind-boggling. When we stared at each other, both of us were unable to sketch a reaction and I experienced the sensation that my vulva was moistening not only by the urge to urinate while Juca wore on his face an expression of discomfort for the situation still struggling to hide this pistol without success; I ended up sitting in the vase and feeling something warm drain from my vagina provoking a delicious sense of pleasure that I hadn't felt for a long time. We didn't say a word to each other, and Juca took care of wrapping up the bathroom with her handkerchief... leaving me sitting there on that vase enjoying something very close to an orgasm! Sleep that night was something impossible because I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to climb up with this pyrotechnic male filling my coat and making me enjoy everything I had a right to; turning over in bed several times listening to my husband grumble at my movements, and finally getting out of bed; going into the kitchen and drinking an ice-cold glass of water by tucking my belly against the open refrigerator in an effort to put out the fire burning inside. -Opa! Sorry, sister-in-law. I got thirsty too! <unk> announced Juca as she appeared in the kitchen catching me scared and unprepared <unk> can I have a sip of ice water? I stretched out the water bottle he had picked up looking for a glass; offered mine and he accepted it; after quenching his thirst, I thought that Juca would withdraw but he didn't come to sit in one of the chairs around the table staring at me with an enigmatic expression. "You went into the bathroom", he babbled in an insecure tone of voice, leading me to believe that this was a chance I couldn't pass up. -You bastard! You did it on purpose, yes! <unk> I retorted by pretending an angry tone as he closed the refrigerator door and walked towards him <unk> you're crazy about my motherfucker aren't you? Speak up right now. He wants his sister-in-law's kiss, doesn't he? For a minute, Juca exhibited an expression of bewilderment not knowing what to answer signaling that I was in control of the situation; I approached him a little closer and with an unthinking gesture took off my shirt flaunting my nakedness for his glum eyes. <unk>Put your gun away! Show her to me!" I demanded in a hoarse voice and rapid breathing, setting aside all the danger my attitude involved; my brother-in-law's face immediately changed into one of new expression filled with naivety. He wasted no time putting out the cacophony that was already showing itself in fullness of juicy erection. Without thinking of anything else, I got down on my knees between his legs strapped to his tool licking the rosary before pouring it onto the brute rewarding him with a delicious blowjob; It had been so long since I'd had a cock in my mouth that the sensation resulted in an incidental mockery which spilled from the vulva, sucking the inner part of my thighs. I lost count of the jokes I enjoyed while nursing my brother-in-law's cock and was even more scourged when its pulses before the subject dumped a load of hot thick semen inside my mouth almost making me suffocate. - No way, bitch! Don't run away no. Try to swallow it all! <unk> he growled holding my head when I mentioned backing up spitting the pistol out of my mouth. I ended up having to swallow all that bulky stuff, trying my best not to choke on the coffee and avoid punishment; when it was finally over, Juca let go of my head and I got so dizzy from the jokes still pouring out of my mouth that I fell backward sitting on the cold kitchen floor. "Cocksucker sister-in-law! You had a good time!" he commented with mocking tone pointing at my vulva. Noticing that I did not match her naiveté, Juca pulled herself together and left the kitchen leaving me sitting there on the floor with my mouth and bottle slammed shut; overcome by a heavy drowsiness I put on my sweater and crawled to bed little caring if my adulterous husband would notice anything the next day. In the days that followed, Juca and I didn't look at each other much less talk to one another because I think on both sides there was a fear my husband might suspect something. One afternoon Juca came home early from work and met me in the kitchen asking for some fresh coffee; I made him coffee so he sat down with his cup in hand on a chair right behind where I stood; a shiver ran through my spine as I imagined the cauldron could be eating away with its eyes. I was leaning in the sink cooking something when I got a fright at feeling Juca's heavy hand groping my butt. "Oh, little sister-in-law! Release this trinket for me will you?" he asked whispering in my ear with a cursory tone. After all, today is my last day here with you... tomorrow I'm leaving town! I don't know why I interpreted that as a bargain, but still kept myself in an honest womanly pose; oblivious to my behaviour, Juca began lifting her dress up until it reached the waist of her panties and pulled them down. More shivers ran through my skin while the bastard groped and squeezed my butt with his big rough hand indicating what would come next. By the time I realized it, Juca had already made his panties slide down my legs to the floor asking me to bend over the sink; I obeyed without thinking and he took care of keeping my dress up while helping me get rid of the pants; I didn't hold back a groan of excitement when he fingered my shirt forcing me to open my legs slightly more leaning on the basin until leaving the cave opened for him, who got on his knees behind me and began licking the region; the bastard knew how to lick a bucket with so much mastery that I enjoyed it without delay; he continued and I was enjoying myself One after the other. With slightly brute gestures, Juca made me stand facing him as he lifted me up to let me sit on the sink with my legs wide open and his mouthpiece within reach of his stiff fingernail; the brazen one did not make much ceremony by burying his benga inside my mouthpieces with a strong and forceful punch that forced me to drown out the scream which came up through my throat with his hand spread over my mouth; the abused started hitting hard at the same time I squeezed my breasts above the dress leaving me even more excited; I opened my gown and had him see my naked tits with their beaks d urinating in yet another act of pure provocation. Without losing the rhythm of his punches, Juca fell from her mouth on my breasts, sucking only kisses with immeasurable voracity and provoking a new wave of orgasms shaking my body; feeling her vigorous kicks shake my body and her mouth suckling my nipples I rediscovered the pleasure of a good climb and it didn't matter to me if at that moment we were caught by my cheating husband which would give me an inexplicable pleasure even greater than the one that already soaked my bowels with pleasure. My brother-in-law's impetuosity and performance were really impressive things, and I never imagined that a man could fuck a female with so much energy without giving any sign of cooling down, always punching hard and deep almost making me lose my senses dominated by the pranks which made my body pulse in a way I had not felt for a long time. ..., I'm going to fill this fucking mouthpiece ... nowaaaaaa!<unk>, he groaned just before a last and deep thrust that made me vibrate while enjoying the manly pleasure of my brother-in-law fulfilling myself with such intensity that I experienced one last hallucinatory fun that almost made me scream from delight; we remain in that position which even uncomfortable was an exquisite animalistic with me appreciating Juca's loose breathing and his tongue strolling through my nipples. After that fiery encounter, Juca left and I felt satisfied for a while. But then the night sweats, nipple itchiness and parakeet crying again came up making me crazy with excitement; With adult children and already out of home I felt the need to fill my life with something else because if I remained in the daze would die from beating so much; So I decided to look for a job since before getting married I worked for quite some time; Of course my husband found my intention ridiculous, but he did not put obstacles just warning that I could hit his face Down on the ground. First of all, I enrolled in a fast-track course on management techniques and as always was very dedicated completed the course with praise; now came the most difficult step: getting a job! <unk>Putz, woman! You are what my husband Aurelio is needing!" commented an effusive friend when we met at a supermarket during shopping. In a matter of weeks I was able to put things in order, and soon afterward began evaluating some situations. Aurelio resisted my proposals, but soon convinced himself that he should give me credit and in a few months his workshop became very profitable and also much sought after; as the place was an informal environment, I always dressed naked with tight jeans (which I love to mark my rolling shapes!) and basic t-shirts of various colors. Everything went well and my fury at piriquita diminished in intensity. However, one situation bothered me and it was called Beto! Betuel was one of Aurelius's servants, who never missed an opportunity to harass me with insinuations and provocative gestures. At first I gave him a hand in saying that when he became a man maybe he would have a chance with me; deep down I liked his teasing. Betuele was about nineteen years old, body torn up at the gymnasium which he frequented much more for flirting with women but resulted in a splendidly shaped body allied to its still youthful beauty. No, even if I was the one who wanted to be eaten! And it would all be the same if not for fate, that evil one! One Friday I had to stay up a little later and Aurelio gave me the keys of the establishment so that when my chores were done, I could close it; by chance Beto appeared bringing with him a small bag containing snack and soda. "Hello, pretty one! I thought you might be hungry and brought this for you!" he said in an angry tone as he swung his sachet before me. At first I was thinking about dispatching him with some requesting cruelty but the idea of lunch won out over me. While I was devouring my sandwich, Beto sat on the couch across from me looking at me with a greedy expression. And to make matters worse, a thunderstorm suddenly fell and trapped us inside the workshop creating an ideal situation for him to attempt another raid. "You're a very nice woman, but I think you know that!" he said standing up and walking towards me. - Congratulations! You've got it all right! <unk> I replied with a wry tone and naughty smile <unk> Too bad you are so young! When the time comes, I will warn you. "Stop it! I know what you need!" he retorted in an irritated tone. Without waiting for a reply from me, Beto unzipped his trousers exposing his stiffened cock with an expression of pride; I looked at that tool and found the boy had been given a beautiful pike of interesting dimensions. At first my impulse was to reject it as before but watching this instrument pulsate arrogantly in front of my eyes and rain falling down from heaven without ceasing made me feel like crying out desperately. I'm going to give you a chance, but if you put your mouth on the trombone for everyone else I will end their race, understood? <unk>, I warned with threatening tone; Beto waved afoot agreeing to my demand leaving me without better choice at that moment. We went to the couch where I sat asking him to take off all his clothes and come near me; made him stand while he groped his cock appreciating not only its rigidity and shape, but also its dimensions which soon caused my vagina to spill copiously; applied a handful of it and then pounced on the brute giving the boy a blowjob of respect; knowing well my oral attributes It was not long before Beto became horny with his cock being swallowed and spat out at an hallucinatory cadence entitled to lingering licks in his balls that hung like b Heavy wings and clenched glans that I sometimes held trapped between my lips. As I went all in on the blowjob, so did my hopes that this boy would have enough physical stamina to allow me to enjoy the challenge as much as possible; interrupted our fun just long enough to take off his clothes and sit back down on the couch while holding Beto upright (both ways!); enhanced my oral gift at the same time fingering my warm wet bottle for some delicious orgasms. After satisfying my desire to suck a pistol, I turned on my back while remaining kneeling on the couch resting my arms against the backrest, slightly spreading my legs and stepping up my ass until leaving my jerk within reach of Beto's stick. "Come in here, punk! Put that hard thumb inside my horny pussy!" He buried the pistol in my pocket with a single vigorous and deep blow, resulting in an astonishing sensation of pleasure that made me let out hysterical cries and frantic groans. Beto played a delirious blowjob that made me enjoy many orgasms one after the other without stopping, almost leaving me gasping for breath and with no sense of reality; even though he was still a drowned young man who confessed to being as good as Joca and each blow job against my jerk resulted in profuse and indescribable fun that only served to make me long for more ..., much more! With the rain outside and splashing in here, I was already on the verge of collapse when that boy arched up with a sigh just before his pyre pulsates inside me, squirting out its voluminous semen irrigating my bowels and resulting in one last triumphant revelry! Beto pulled the gun from inside my cave and staggered backward trying to stay on his feet. "Damn it! Isn't that annoying knowing how to fuck nice?" I thought, as I tried to get myself together with still limp legs and a fucking dribble of sarcasm. Noticing that the rain was winding down, I called Beto near me and proposed an agreement in the following terms: he would keep his mouth shut and whenever possible give him the chance to screw me ..., otherwise we both lose out! Of course the bastard agreed!