Secrets of a married woman...

I am 30 years old, married to a civil servant for exactly 10 years. I will not give many details until the fear of being identified. I have a beautiful body, very feminine, nice breasts and bundle that you men love also full of charm. In my adolescence there was always dispute with boys to see who could date me, and it was precisely in one of those disputes, already at college, I met my husband. At that time he is agitated, very sympathetic, affectionate stole my heart and has stayed with him till now. He was actually always very active and talkative, became an attorney, went into the public service until that point. I discovered myself as a real woman from my first menstruation onwards in the formation of my little breasts, pubic hair and distinct secretion every time I got aroused by my sleeping pillow. Often woke up with him between my legs without any panties. That was until I was almost 16 or 17 years old, when one day my mother without knowing about my intimacy threw it away because she thought he was dirty and filthy. But every little bit of him was a fantasy and story that I had lived or dreamed for sure. I felt sad and upset but didn't say anything to her. Already at this age I enjoyed my small body and took care of the smallest details because I loved seeing myself naked. In my room in front of a large mirror exhibiting me and twisting all sorts of ways to see an erotic or exciting angle, imagining someday doing everything for my man. Even when I didn't have a boyfriend, I fantasized about it. When I met my husband at 18 and had just started college, his jokes and craziness drew me closer to him and ended up liking and falling in love with him. He was simply crazy for me, but more so because of my little body. The first time we fucked together, I remember very well that he saw me without any underwear on, trembled from the shoulders backwards and I think he made fun twice only by playing with me and kissing my body. Some things were new for me to do, I mean, I knew what they looked like, but I never did them with anyone before. Like sucking him, he'd suck me and make fun of his mouth. And then I would let him do it in my mouth too, especially when I was menstruating; he respected that but wanted to have a laugh anyway. So our relationship solidified and we ended up getting married even though we were studying at university. I graduated and so did he. We went on a 20-day honeymoon during the end-of-year holidays, and enjoyed ourselves very much. The only thing I didn't do much with him was anal sex, he actually had no experience either and for two or three times we tried it hurt a little bit so I started avoiding until he played with my bundle then came in front of me or into my mouth. After getting married I still worked and studied at the same time and still had to make some money around our house. He even helped out initially. We graduated and I ended up leaving work on his request because his salary would support me and have a good life and I should prepare myself to have a child Maybe that's why I never got pregnant until today. We tried for more than 4 years, and gradually realized he was getting different as a friend or girlfriend announced they were parents. After 6 or 7 years of marriage and always trying to innovate something, my husband turned into the worst man-to-woman behavior, indifference and ignorance about my problems. Despite good life and much abundance, it started weighing on my intimacy distance and emptiness and very solitude. Our nights went from pleasure to torment, he who always slept in his underpants or naked started sleeping in pajamas and I myself with all my intimacy showed it didn't wake up anything anymore reaching the point of grabbing him during the night and being pushed aside like any tramp. I stopped looking for him and our sexual relations were restricted to at least once a month or two months or even more so as not to fall into family condemnation I never said anything to anyone and kept inside me a bitter suffocation of an almost broken marriage But appearances had to be maintained at all costs. I started dressing up as before in my teens, and when waking up the next morning sometimes excitedly, ran for a very cool shower and masturbated under water. Sometimes I would double-masturbate while taking a bath. Then put on a light gown and walked around the house cleaning and looking for what to do since he wouldn't let me work. In the heat I love walking alone with panties and T-shirt, I pee all day long in my shawl and end up playing with my little fingers touching my cricket. Sometimes I masturbated by sticking my little finger backwards into my anus too, and that started to please me more. My husband began leaving early in the morning so he would always wake up alone on his bed almost all of the time excited. On our own beds we'd end up touching each other with one thumb behind us and another on our pillows. That became a routine because he didn't look at me for very long. At times he barely made fun of me over her skirt without letting me enjoy anything and I wouldn't make fun of him either. Besides it was already pretty much a rutine as well. One of those nights I even offered my little bundle, and he just stood there mocking me without saying anything or ever asking again. He didn't have many friendships either with friends or neighbors. Next to the house next door was an old house that had started being renovated. Mine and his are leftovers but separated from each other. From a back room I could see the movements of the bricklayers and sometimes watch them do their work stirring sand, making cement mass and carrying it around the whole house. A gentleman, perhaps the contractor drew my attention very much by the affectionate way he treated his two employees, with habile words he made them speed up and capricious in services, from where I was always listening even when he spoke softly. Let me call him your Manoel, must be about 50 years old or more, white hair, tall, strong and always very dedicated to his work. Inside my house my life was already a routine almost hopeless, I did not know how to wake up nor how to go to sleep. This seemed to bother my husband, who had nothing to complain about but still made an ugly face and was never good for him. I also became indifferent towards him in order to see if something would change, but it got even worse. Well my days were always the same from then on, but not my excitement. One of those very hot afternoons, I too was boiling with only underpants walking around the house. When I went upstairs I went into the back room to open the window, but before that I looked down and saw my neighbor Mr Mason Manoel, for the first time I was in my pants and the boys had already gone out it was a very hot Friday he'd been working all afternoon and I didn't even notice because my window was closed i saw him getting ready to take a shower as there were hoses and stoppers almost forming a bathroom or booth but from my position you could see much of the place open. I also saw that he looked up to see if anyone was looking, and thinking no one in my house, which is the only place where you can get a visa, he went into the so-called box and opened the faucet and began sapping himself even shorts. A chill ran through my spine when I imagined he would take off those short pants. And said and done with much saber on his body he lowered down and took off the shorts, and noticed its member, soft but of appreciable size. I did not know much about penis sizes, but if it was bigger than my husband's, I figured hard would be still larger. When I saw that naked man, also the first one in so many years, I lowered my underwear to his knees and looking at him I masturbated three times until he finished taking a bath and wiping himself off and getting dressed. That body with few hairs and whiteness, smooth skin, lightness, its rough face wrinkled by sunshine and age gave me the greatest joy of the last years of my life. Without realizing it, I had stuck two fingers into my crotch and another on my butt, and enjoyed very much, really, that I got wet legs and dripped in chaos. When he left, I was still lying in the hallway of my room and rubbing my little mouth thinking about this giant man that it would be nice to have him there now on me and maybe inside. I ended up dozing off and falling asleep dreaming of that magical moment. On Saturday my husband goes out for a ball game and then go to my mother-in-law's house. In the morning his brother Manoel is there but this time just marking something from the play. Even so, as I was still in a sweater and panties, I did not stop getting wet and touching myself and once again masturbated on that man's body and desired it even more for me at that magical moment and enjoyed very much. He left quickly but not without taking my desire and my feminine instinct with him ... A louder noise made me go up to the little room and open the window, the helpers let out a big piece of wood that hit my wall and ended by breaking some bricks. I went outside at the window and the boys apologized they were going to clean it as soon as their boss arrived he would talk with me. I don't know why I blessed the broken wall and licked my panties in few seconds just from hearing what they told me. He would come speak with me I put on short shorts not very short but half grip and took off his underwear The mark of the shovel, would make any man crazy that I knew and when I was going to talk with him I'd pull it up a little bit more so he could see just wanted to show off my ego needed this in an hour he came and from the window I saw him introduced himself and I said I was coming down on the way I adjusted his shorty and found myself in a mirror room my pussy was broken halfway and her snout appeared almost entirely including its volume all exposed there is no man who can endure. When I got to the wall, he came up on a ladder and spoke with me. It wasn't spectacular but it was sensational when that man saw my face stamped in his shorts. His Manoel introduced himself and even changed his tone of voice and started talking more and more fixing his eyes far below my eyeballs and peering into my groin. He then offered to clean up, saying that he would do the job himself. I don't think either of them liked our conversation very much even though they couldn't see each other's faces. When he left, I noticed him still on top disguising looking at the wall but now turning his eyes away from my little bundle walking and rolling around, and hardly knew it was for him. Seeing his eyes closer I felt an unbelievable excitement again so I went upstairs, closed the window and stood watching my monument as a man. From close by he was even more sympathetic and kind. Inside the house I was trembling all over and increasingly wanted to serve that man, and be his and have fun with him. I knew it was wrong but what do we are in full globalization and I didn't want to die there without yet enjoying the delights of meat. My greatest joy would come later knowing he is your Manoel and who will live there, the house was his and lived with two children, his wife was in another city they were separated. The difference of more than 30 years between a couple disappears once you have tesao, both for one and the other. I felt that he desired me, at least his look was hungry for a woman like me. And why not, who could assure me that my husband was faithful if he didn't seek me for over 4 months. How would I know, believe ? so only to believe..!!!The next morning he did not appear, I stayed in mine and doing my homework. But right after lunch someone shouted my name, and saw it coming from behind, it was him. He asked me for permission to jump over the wall, and do work on my side that would be better. by the way when I told about it with my husband he just said if you turn around with the contractor and take care of this yourself until the end...okay i was going to do really and as he talked till the end his Manoel leapt from my side a tremendous cold invaded my belly my little girl and my bundle. When I pointed to the little staircase that leads out into the backyard, I thought it would catch his eyes with my hands. He stared at me for a moment because the white T-shirt and silhouette and shadow of blue trousers were obscuring this man. I was trembling and realized he did too, and even more so by the volume already positioning himself underneath his pants. Ah I got madder still. I came close, squeezed his hand and his mine, and felt more pressure than usual in a handshake. His eyes went inside mine but nothing had been said, just the presentation made about work and nothing else. I decided to stay there and closely follow his work, his strong arms, and the sweat that was already flowing were making me even more crazy. I prepared myself to help him if he needed it, he asked for a jar of water, and went to fetch, on my way the weight of his look killed me with excitement, I knew he wanted me and I also wanted him. I called him into my kitchen, he came disguising himself and could not much because his excitement was visible too. He stopped at my door, grabbed the water and I couldn't restrain myself. And asked him why he was looking that way.....he stuttered, apologized and said - lady is very beautiful, has a body of a goddess, just appreciated as a man, madam....sorry......I took his cup from his hand, put it on the table, got her hand, stretched out to my breasts and placed it up pressing hard. His brow rolled eyes, relaxed in a sigh, and patted my boobs, and all I wanted. From there his hands clasped one, then the other, both of them I went closer to him until he stuck his body in mine and gave me a very nice hug. His two hands ran towards my little bundle I lifted up my shirt and got tired touching what he should have appreciated most about me I took him into the room, moved away from the middle table, pulled off my panties, lay down on the carpet, asked for him to come without ceremony lowered his trousers and underwear and really saw that it was a beautiful pinto Nice, thick, and I begged him to come on top of me, which he did, but not without first licking my little mouthpiece, sticking two fingers in, dilating it a bit, then settling down over my body with his sweaty-smelling one, and shoving his limb up into my small nose, and making fun even before getting inside the head. It was entering, expanding, sinking and with the greatest affection in the world making me laugh again without having stirred more than five times inside myself until I put everything together and started to move strongly compassed and at a mind-boggling pace we were enjoying ourselves together he and I again for the third time and look it was half multiples because I trembled so much that it seemed like cold fever such as my thesaurus. That day I must have made fun of him about 8 times inside me, and it was simply wonderful. Before he left in the kitchen, he put his hand on my little bundle, and gave a pat to her. I said if you want tomorrow she will be yours. He kissed my face and said - yes I do, and I'll make her happier and enjoy even more than today..I thought that would kill me...Now I was calmer, went for a shower and resumed routine house until horn came, yeah now there was a horn. And as always impolite. Did not give balls, I smelled badly, had taken a bath like usual and nothing changed. I told him about the wall, that they were cleaning it up. He didn't even care; he just said that they weren't doing anything more than their duty. The next day I woke up early and my cousin was winking at me for so long. I could still feel his dick inside of me from all the pleasure he had given me. When it was around nine o'clock, I heard noises and he called to ask if everything was okay, I said yes and jumped over to my side, we hurried through the kitchen and went into the bedroom where I would always see him. There is a bachelor walk. We went upstairs and in the little room I took everything out and was naked for him. He left me on all fours, and began to suck my ass, his tongue made me hallucinate every time he passed by, stopped and entered a bit into my arse,...thus it was, tongue, finger, and I joking. Every time he joked he licked all of me and sucked my juice. Said that it was vitamin. My trapezium hole was very dilated, and he pointed at the head with his pince and stuck in it. I felt coldness in my spine, and heat invaded my body, I don't know what else to say, when this head forced itself and got inside my collarbone. I let go and let him play. He poked, he went in a little bit more with his hands stroking the sides to make it easier for me to enter. If I said that hurt nothing, didn't feel any pain, just pleasure and very eager to feel this delicious thing entering inside of me once again. Manoel was patiently plugging everything up until the end without even hurting me slightly. It burned when he started moving harder still stopping and turning around and masturbating with his fingers sucked my ears, neck, throat and drove me crazy. I enjoyed it as never before, felt dripping in the poo of so much that I had fun and even more when Manoel squeezed me against him, oh yes taking a little pain lightly, and joking inside my arse, leaving me amazed at how pleased we were together. Our skin, smell, everything beat and was wonderful, do not get tired to talk. Wonderful. I confess that when he took off feeling burning and he said he bled a bit but nothing to consider after the pleasure he gave me. We went to wash, and then we came back and climbed again, my little buddy already knew everything that would come, and enjoyed almost all day climbing in every way, manner and throughout my house. We were too much, friends and lovers until he moved there, and my joy was immense. I had two beautiful daughters by the way, and he at home. It got even better when my husband asked me to speak with some bricklayer and send a replacement for the water box. I called Manoel, and we crawled up on top of it and inside the Water Box. Today we are lovers, whenever my husband travels he comes to sleep with me, and they're very happy. I just have to be careful not to get him pregnant, because the problem is with my husband. but the rest of it's wonderful and i love him very much and our biggest secret. - What ?