A stranger made fun of me in my bouquet in the same bed that I made love to my husband hours before.

By adventure.ctba Hi, everyone, my name is Angela, and to make this short, I'm going to skip the introductions, so anyone who wants to know more about me can take a look at my profile. The fact that I'm about to tell you happened a while ago, I hope you like it. It's not that my husband is lazy, it's that he can't solve the problems at home, at most he changes a light bulb. He hardly knew that his actions could bring some setbacks that could be avoided. There was always some stranger in the house arranging something. Of course, my husband scheduled the repairs at a time when he was at home to follow the execution of the services, but on the day that this fact happened, he had already left for work. At the time I had been a virgin married for two years and was in the prime of my twenty-three years and everything I knew about sex, I had learned from him. Until then, my sex life was very secretive. Being from an evangelical family and attending church constantly, I considered myself a somewhat modest woman. In fact, I was becoming a blessed like my mother, but after I experienced my husband's cock inside my kitchen, I was never the same. My husband encourages me and even tries to keep up with my freaks, he fucks me pretty good to this day, but there are days that I'm uncontrollable and especially that day I had woken up attacked. The clock went off at 6:30 as usual, and since we were sleeping soundly and I know Carlos loves to fuck me, I pulled my hand back, grabbed his dick and started a slow handshake, and then I felt his hard dick poking into my little bundle. - Honey, it's got to be quick if I'm not going to be late, okay? - Hummmm, I know love, but it tastes good! I moved one of his legs to make it fit better, he pulled my panties aside so I could feel his dick at the bottom of my bouquet going in and out quickly. In a short time I felt him making fun of me inside and I didn't even have time to make fun either, but I gave it a rest and fell asleep again, when I opened my eyes, it was already past 9:00. I curled up in bed letting the memories of our best fucks take over and I didn't give another one, my pussy was eager to get laid again. I put the pillow between my legs, rolled back and forth on the bed, bit my lips, squeezed my breasts... I grabbed the remote control of the television and rubbed it gently between my legs. In my mind there was only the image of my husband filling my ass with his roll. The control slid into my panties, touched my clitoris and I shivered. To make the control easier to handle, I made my panties sink into my bedclothes, which is crazy! It looked like I was in heat and I was going to play with that same object, so I let the controller sink into me. It wasn't my husband's dick, but it was so good. The controller was going in and out of my little pocket, the TV was going on and off a few times, but at that point it might have even burned, but first I had to put out my fire, and I would have enjoyed that controller even if it hadn't been for the fucking cable technician knocking on the gate. I got a fright, left the controller all limp on the bed, asked the man to wait, called my husband, and he confirmed that he had called the technician to see why the TV in our bedroom wasn't picking up the closed channels, but the visit was on Saturday, and since the technician was in the same neighborhood as us and a customer had canceled service, he called me and said that everything was fine, that I was home. I quickly put on a comfortable dress and, without any underwear, went to meet the poor man. Oh, I was angry. I opened the door, pulled the gate control and the cable TV man came in and immediately filled the house with the smell of cheap perfume and heavy sweat. He must have been about 45 years old, light brown, slightly out of weight, medium height and wore a mustache. In fact, he was a rustic guy and I don't think he was very successful with women, because he needed some care with his appearance. He walked strongly through the house in a way that imposed his presence. I took him to my room and showed him where the broken receiver was, apologized, and went to the bathroom and threw water on his face. "You're a real bitch, aren't you?" I said, laughing as I looked in the mirror. I hate to be interrupted when I'm joking! I brushed my teeth and cleaned my hair, nothing more, just a coke. I went back to the room and saw that man smelling the remote that a few minutes ago was inside my pocket. I was so embarrassed and made some noise to distract him. He grunted and pointed the remote at the TV as if to turn it on. You're smiling at me for asking. He said in a loud voice. He started screaming all over the place, moving the receiver, the TV, behind the piece, pulling a wire, plugging in a socket, picking up some tool, and me looking impatient, crazy for him to give me back that object that almost made me laugh before that motherfucker interrupted me, my head was just thinking about it, and I sat in bed nervous and impatient. - What's up, man? - Just a little more and I'll figure out the problem. - Ah, here... I thought, it's just a disconnected cable. - What do you mean, you can't? He plugged in the cable and the cable signal came back on. I didn't have to call you, my husband. I don't know. - That's right mistress, he must have something more important to worry about! he said it with his eyes on my thighs. He stooped down to pick up his junk, and I asked him if he wanted anything, and he looked at me funny for a while and said, - A glass of water, please! I got up from the bed nervously to attend to him and tripped over that tangle of wires across the room. I fell on all fours on the floor, my dress came down on my back and my butt was exposed to his eyes. It was obvious that he saw that I was without panties. I quickly recovered myself and ran to the kitchen with my face red with shame. I came back with the glass of water in my trembling hand and as he was drinking with his head tilted up, I could see the volume that had formed in his pants. The son of a bitch got a hard-on when he saw my bouquet, so I stammered and asked him if he wanted anything else. I just don't know if I should ask you. I was shaking when he said that, he was definitely hitting on me. He respects me for being married. I spoke with authority. - I know, ma'am, but it seems that one man is not enough for you, is it? - What nonsense, my husband is very man, see? - I don't doubt it, ma'am, but you like to stick a remote in your pocket and walk around the house without underwear! - The lady is very hot, bitch! I was dumb with shame listening to what that man was saying to me, it was an unusual fact in my life, I had never been through it, but at the same time a heat was rising through my body and my bouquet was throbbing to the point that I had to rub one leg on the other to disguise how excited I was and, of course, he noticed. I kept saying to myself: - I'm not desiring this troglodyte, I'm not going to give to this troglodyte, but he dominated me by the eyes, it seemed hypnosis. Seeing that I heard everything he said and stood there like a statue, he glued his sweaty body to mine, passed his arms behind my body squeezing my waist. I felt his very hard dick poking my belly, still unable to take an attitude to take him away from me I whispered: - Are you crazy? - The lady who's driving me crazy! When he tried to kiss me I turned my face, but he grabbed my hair, let go of the hood and, pulling my head back slightly, kissed me desperately, as if he had never kissed anyone like me before. As I yielded to his kiss, my arms wrapped around him, and when he saw that I was mastered, he became excited. He lowered his hand from the back of my neck down my back and stood on my bulky butt. He squeezed it firmly, looked into my eyes and said with his cavernous voice in my ear: - Oh, what a tough little thing you are, you really are a very hot lady and I really want to fuck her! Increasingly daring, this ogre now thrust his tongue into my mouth and entered my dress with his rough hand causing my body to shiver and my legs to soften. I was already completely surrendered when he grabbed the pulp of my butt with desire and lifted me up. Without being able to reason properly, I twisted my legs into his waist and felt more vigorously his dick squeezing my little mouthpiece. He moved my body as if it were a toy of his. I pulled my body against his and felt his dick folding in my mouthpiece with so much desire to penetrate me. He sat with me on my lap on the bed, untied the handles of my dress and ready: I was completely naked in the arms of a stranger in the bed where I slept and had just made love to my husband. The room still smelled of sex. His tongue that was in my mouth descended to my chin, neck, shoulder and wherever it passed, the brushing of his mustache left traces of shivers. He only calmed down when he parked on my breasts. There he sucked everything for a long time! He bit the flesh, licked the pink haloes and nibbled on the numbed beaks of one praying, of another praying. Sometimes he stopped sucking and stood admiring while he massaged them with his strong and agile hands. Every once in a while, the desperation to suck them was so great that he would rub his face on my breasts and leave me drooling. My husband, until then, had never paid so much attention to my breasts. He threw me on the bed, opened my legs and came panting, now he only had eyes for my juicy bouquet that was in front of him. The shape and the smells exhaling from my vagina seemed to hypnotize him. Without taking his eyes off of her, he slowly approached her until he could feel her warming up with his uncontrolled breathing. Slowly he rubbed his nose, his mustache and finally his tongue. I arched my body on the bed, I think he thought I was running away from it, but I was really just joking. He sucked me with a lot of patience without knowing that somehow I was swallowing my husband's sperm along with my vaginal fluids. He knew how to exploit me with his tongue, and when he bit my big lips or the clitoris, I pressed his head with my legs. He, persistent, did not give up and even being suffocated strove not to lose my throat. Result? I enjoyed in the mouth of that man as I had never enjoyed with my husband. Unlike many women, when I make fun, I get totally electric. After that suck I wanted him to make fun of me inside anyway. I got up, sat on the bed and he stood up. I took off his pants, his dick was hurting hard, that phallus jumped right out. I fell on his dick and sucked a lot, even though he was a stranger, he deserved it for everything he did for me. I sucked with speed, without giving him time to breathe. His dick was smaller than my husband's, but much thicker and with a huge head. I could easily swallow his whole dick leaving only the balls outside. I could feel his dick entering my throat, but no problem. Sometimes I would stand with my head and let him fuck my mouth, he would violently interfere and I was loving it. His dick was the perfect size for oral sex. - I knew you were a bitch owner, let me fuck you, go! - Come on, eat my scratch and make fun of me, you bastard! It was like a bomb went off, and he pulled me up by my hair and he kissed me again, and he slapped me on the ass and told me to get on all fours on the edge of the bed, and like a good little whore, I did. With my mouth wide open at his disposal and vaginal fluids flowing from so lubricated that I was, he rubbed his dick at the entrance, made it go in and out, brushed lightly, circled my lips and then returned only the head. I fell into despair, threw my body against his to see if it entered immediately, but the scrotum did not leave. He said laughing: - I'll only put it in after you beg! - Go hot, stick that hard roll on me, go! - That's not the way I want it! - As you wish then, eat your little whore you son of a bitch! He just laughed and I was getting nervous, but I wanted that stick so badly on me that I took a deep breath, threw my hair to one side, looked at him with the biggest slutty face and whispered: - Do it with me not hot, eat me that not even a whore will, I want to have a lot of fun in your cock! I think I said the magic words because he put that whole roll in me. It wasn't as big as I said before, but he knew how to use his tool very well and drove me crazy every time he put it in, because being thick, he would go right in, widening my pocket. The wretch would put it in hard and the sound of his bag hitting my butt would excite me even more. He would squeeze my waist with one hand while he put it in me, the other hand would go over my back, pull my hair, hit my butt. - Ah, I've never had a woman as hot as you, Dona. - Then enjoy it and fuck me good, you bastard, because it'll be the first and last time! He'd go crazy, he'd get in too fast, and I'd just moan, and I'd try to say something to cheer him up, but there'd only be grunts, even though he was the second man to fuck me, and the bastard was fucking me straight, and I'd put my head on the bed to make fun of him, and it made my face more exposed, and my butt was sticking up so I could feel every piece of his dick going in and out of me, and I'd make more noise than the bed, and he'd be hallucinating into my face with his thumb up my ass, and I was loving it. - Can I eat your lady ass? - Eat you son of a bitch, stick that stick up my ass! - I used to cook for my husband, but I was sure that my dining room cock would devirginate my ass again because of the thickness. As I groaned, I could feel his dick coming and going right out of my ass at tremendous speed, now accustomed to the caliber of that talk in my ass, I once again enjoyed listening to the cable TV man cursing me out of everything that was a name in my house, the room I shared with my husband and the bed where we slept and made love before he went to work. - The son of a bitch would alternate between my ass and my pussy, and I know that's not right or hygienic, but it was so good, I didn't even complain. When he made fun of me, he dumped me and I collapsed on the bed with my fucking molasses face, the son of a bitch made fun of me in my pussy. After having mocked, the man wiped his dick on my dress, put on his clothes, picked up his things and threw the order of service on me saying: - I've finished the service, madam, have a good day! From the very room I pulled the gate control and he walked with steady footsteps through the house until I heard the sound of the door closing and the car leaving. I pulled the gate control outside and I lay exhausted on the bed reflecting on the madness I had just committed. With the body still numbed by the moment after fun, I fell asleep again, only got up from the bed when the hunger was greater than the anesthesia of that orgasm. Even with limp legs and the soft body, I got up, changed the bedclothes, took a very relaxing bath and went to prepare lunch to wait for my husband. When he arrived, I acted as if nothing had happened. I longed for more crazy sexual experiences like the one I had that day, but I didn't know if my husband was ready to hear what had happened to me that morning. I loved him very much and I knew that if I told anything at that moment, it would hurt him very much. It was better for him to continue thinking that I was just his little whore. 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