Discovering pleasure with Mr. August.

Discovering pleasure with Mr. August.
Hello everyone, my name is Angela. I'm a light-brown woman with green eyes, 1.65 meters tall, 29 years old, weighing 58 kgs and working as a cardiologist. My husband is Carlos, 43 years of age; he has dark brown hair, stands at 1.75, weighs 88kg and works for a multinational company. Since the beginning of our marriage, we have chosen an open relationship and can confidently say that we are much happier than most couples who swear before God eternal love to be faithful until death separates them but only when there comes an opportunity to destroy this sacred oath and live in a world full of betrayals and contradictions.
What I'm going to write next is the story of a friendly couple, Ana Carolina and Marcos who today are also part of our small select group that share with us unforgettable moments of adventure and pleasure.
Ana Carolina "Carol" as she likes to be called, is an avid reader of erotic stories so I couldn't refuse when she asked me to tell her story.
Let 's get down to business .
Starting point:
When my husband came home radiant with joy I hoped that our days of suffering were coming to an end. Even from a humble family we had never experienced such a bad crisis as the one we are going through. It was not for lack of looking what to do, because we left early every day in search of work but due to having little education and no training at all on the job market this did not become a constant in any new employment opportunities. I lost count how many times we have to make a meal per day because there is nothing to cook. For my part, I would have given up trying life in the big city and gone back to the countryside because there at least it was suffering but we had food on our tables as well as being near our families.
The vast experience we had in farming was of little value here in the big city. We lived on a few beaks that my husband made from acquaintances who knew about our difficulties, while I worked as a diarist at family homes, but what we received barely covered rent, electricity, water and other personal expenses.
I was only 18 years old and Marcos 28 when we got married. Since childhood I have always been in love with him, my family at first were against our dating because he is 10 years older than me but as time went on getting to know Mark better they changed their minds and blessed our marriage.
Marcos is not only responsible, hard-working but also a handsome man to die for. 1.85m, 90 kg, light brown hair, green eyes, strong, defined body not made in weight training gyms and rather by the tough fight on the field. What I loved most about my husband was his sense of humor, he could easily make me smile even when we were going through the worst phase of our lives. Another quality of him was fighting for what he wanted, during two years together already knew enough to know that giving up his dreams was something that would never cross your mind.
Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm light-brown, 5 feet 6 inches tall with pale brown eyes and thin waistline; my legs and thighs are well trimmed; my butt is the part of my body that I like best - no more or less than it should be for my height; my breasts are medium to pear shaped; because I haven't had any children yet they still look tough -- modesty aside:
If I was an easy woman it would be much better, because songs and compliments and jokes heard every day, even my greatest difficulty was to cope with this. In the houses where I worked as a diarist, men just had an opportunity to be alone with me sang brazenly, sometimes had to threaten tell their wives to get rid of the most annoying.
In a house where I worked, there was this gentleman in his 60's who had blond hair and tall gray hairs. He was so handsome that he dared to come out of the bathroom with an enormous cock half-hard on the palm of his hand and right before me stood straightening up and squeezing that mess eating away at me with eyes like some big jerk face. For a moment I sat paralyzed not knowing what to do looking at the impudence of that disgusting old man showing himself in such ridiculous fashion as when I saw his wife coming towards him he smiled at me and unobtrusively left the room.
For a girl raised in the countryside and educated by a rigid system, it was the end of times. I didn't imagine that anyone could be so stubborn to behave like this before a young woman who is old enough to be his granddaughter, especially with her wife just meters away from where we were! When my panic wore off, I apologized to the housewife and left without even receiving compensation for what she had done.
On the way home, I was wondering what would happen if Marcos found out and it gave me a chill in my spine. Not that he didn't know anything about sex but on the contrary...
When Marcos all smiling hugged me saying that our bad days were over, I felt a certain relief in my heart for not having to revisit that disgusting old man showing himself to me so idiotically and grossly vulgar.
I was super happy when my husband said that we were about to be hired to take care of a cottage in the outskirts of Curitiba, because a very rich industrialist who owns a renowned metallurgical company in the capital had difficulty finding a young couple without children with experience in this field.
The day of the interview came, and both Marcos and I were anxious with our hearts in our hands for fear that we would be rejected by this industrialist.
I put on my best dress, a basic black one just above the knee that delineated my body. I flirted with make-up taking care of exaggerations because I didn't want to look vulgar but rather wanted to impress our "future employers". Marcos also had an eye for style, he wore jeans, a long sleeve beige social shirt and social shoes, my husband as always was a cat, when he saw me, by the smile on his face I knew he was pleasing too.
Arriving at the place we were amazed by its beauty. The huge house looked like a novel, an actual mansion surrounded by tall and leafy trees. The entire floor was covered with a lawn that more resembled an immense green carpet and next to the house a large swimming pool. For us all of this was a dream; they lived in a world totally different from our own. I told my husband everything is so wonderful it just needs some beasts who love to humiliate employees. Marcos shook his head agreeingly but stood silently admiring that paradise.
We were greeted by a smiling and polite lady who led us into an enormous, fully furnished office. Behind the desk there was a shelf full of books, and on the wall several beautiful and very tasteful paintings - I wondered how much each one would cost!
Our hands were sweating so much nervousness both mine and my husband's. Suddenly a middle-aged couple enters, all smiling doing everything to make us feel at ease. The first one who introduced himself was Mr. Augusto, a gentleman of Marcos height, about 55 years old, white, athletic body, gray hair, black eyes, in short, a beautiful man, polite and charming. In the face of that gentleman radiated sympathy, it made you realize right away that greed had nothing, on the contrary, showed itself to be a very humble person with regard to the goods they possessed.
Dona Lucia a blonde lady, about 170 meters tall with green eyes and body sculpted in gyms, silicone breasts but no exaggerations. Her well-groomed skin matched the good taste of dressing. Looking at this woman one would not think she was more than thirty years old even though they were already over forty. They made a perfect couple, both don Lucía and her Augusto did everything to make us feel at home.
As soon as we were introduced, I knew at once that Mr. Augustus had been pleased with me because I'd caught him several times in disguise with eyes on my thighs and breasts the neckline of my dress was not so hollow but you could get an idea what was hidden inside it
Marcos was talking animatedly with his Augusto and his wife Lúcia. Everything led to believe that we had fallen for the couple's taste. When their Augustos and Lucias said they were looking for us, I could not hide the tears which kept falling from my eyes, Marco embraced me also very happy. Lady Lucia graciously took our hands, looked into our eyes and said:
- Boys, from now on you will be part of this family so don't disappoint us I am sure we are going to have a very happy life together.
- Our policy is to give opportunity for all our employees, in fact they are replacing a couple who today occupy positions of trust at the metallurgical If it's your interest we have an agreement with SENAI
His Excellency Augustus called a guard and ordered us to be shown the house where we were staying. He also had our address written down so that on the following day he could send a truck for our change of clothes.
The house was very cozy, with two suites, a living room and dining-room, kitchen and bath in the corridor. In the back there was an edicule with barbecue grill plus a toilet and one bedroom that served as laundry. All rooms were spacious and well ventilated; finishes like everything else at this place impeccable.
Marcos and I were going back and forth as kids in an amusement park.
- We don't have enough furniture to fill this house. Marcos said that little by little we would buy, and then it would be all furnished. Marcos says as soon as we settled in the new apartment he will enroll at a blacksmithing course and never need anything again.
The next morning the truck pulled up in front of our house, and we didn't have much to take with us, so before long we were leaving the shack where we lived for a fresh start at a place where we would never be ashamed to welcome relatives or friends.
After settling into the house, we realized that our furniture didn't fit in at all with the pattern of the property, but for now we had zero balance on the bank.
Marcos was put in charge of keeping the grounds always clean, the lawn well trimmed and most importantly a giant vegetable garden with an enormous variety of greens that supplied her home and restaurant.
I had a cook, two ladies who took care of the housekeeping and I was made waitress. Everyone welcomed me very well; they were always kind to me especially Mr Augusto
It didn't take long to realize that their marriage was a sham, and I learned there had been much interest from both families in pooling their fortunes.
Dona Lucia lived more outside than at home, traveled all the time, had months that I barely saw her because when he was not traveling, preferred to stay in the roof they had in a noble neighborhood of the city, his Augustus unlike his wife, loved the farmhouse.
As time went on, I noticed that your Augusto paid special attention to me. At first it seemed normal because I thought he was trying to please me but women have the gift of catching something different in the air so I started policing myself
One day I was cleaning the couple's room and distractedly bent down to arrange their slippers and pick up some clothes that were scattered on the floor, got a huge fright and quickly stood up when I saw his Augusto standing in the doorway looking at me. I turned red with shame because that day he had been wearing a short skirt, surely it took a good view of my ass and underwear used as there is no way to ignore the volume formed by social trousers worn that day.
When I went to leave the room, asked Mr. Augusto for forgiveness but he stood still watching me and since he didn't move even though I was shrinking as much as possible there was no way of getting away from something hard punching my pocketbook at that moment i remembered about this old maniac who masturbates in front of me and thought: "men are all equal they think women are just pleasure objects which we use then throw out".
- Mr. Augusto, I don't like what just happened here at all you know very well that Marcos and me need this job too much but not for that reason will subject myself to the silliness passing through your head
- I know exactly what you want from me.
His Augusto embraced me affectionately from behind, making sure I could feel his stiff limb poking my little bundle.
I don't know what all the fuss is about, but it's quite normal for a man to be attracted by a young and beautiful woman like you.
I know that you love your husband, and this is very commendable.
- Time will make you realize that life is going to be so much better when people can tell the difference between love and sex.
My heart raced and my legs softened feeling that man all smelly with gentle speech, embracing me rubbing himself on my ass and I lay there completely helpless not knowing what to do.
- The world sometimes offers opportunities that we should seize with tooth and nail, for it may be the only one in a lifetime.
- Success and failure go hand in hand, what will define one or the other are choices we make over time.
Before he let me go, Augustus put his hands on my breasts over the top of my shirt and squeezed them gently.
Princess, think carefully before making hasty decisions that you may regret in the future!
- Promise you'll think carefully about what I said?
A knot in my throat prevented me from answering the questions his Auguste was asking, and I felt like a wild beast on the arms of this seductive man who kept caressing my body touching my private parts as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
- Say something, princess. You don't have to be afraid of me! I won't hurt you!
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't answer. The more I faced that man who was making my body burn inside me, so I just stood there staring at the ground as he floated and felt those strong arms press against his body.
- Princess, tomorrow is Sunday. Lucia's out of town and I don't have any appointments scheduled... so I will pay a visit to see how your house looks okay?
- I'm gonna stay up all night imagining you naked next to me in bed.
Now go home and take care of your husband.
When I arrived at our house, I thanked God that Mark had already left for the course because there were no more tears in my eyes so much as to have cried. Surely my red eyes would denounce me and Markus would want to know why he came into this state.
I was in doubt whether to tell my husband or not. It took us so long to get the job and Marcos was so happy working and studying! She was determined, she would surely find a way of dealing with His Excellency Augustus. If it were today I wouldn't hesitate to report him for sexual harassment, but at that time I thought it would be a bad idea because the rope always breaks on the weaker side, let alone could still come out damaged by the end of this story.
Whenever my husband arrived, he was already asleep but that night I couldn't sleep. When Marcos came in and saw me awake, all happy embraced me saying that his Augusto would release him in the afternoon when he went to do the internship, and best not deduct from salary the two hundred hours required by the course.
It gave me a pain in my chest to see my husband all happy making plans for the future, little did he know the price I would have to pay so that his dreams could come true.
That night for me was a martyrdom, I turned over in bed and could not close my eyes thinking about everything that his Augusto told me. I was afraid to make the wrong decision but of one thing I was sure, I didn't want to go back to have the life we had before going to the cottage, besides, it wouldn't be so bad if he catered to Mr Augustos whims after all he wasn't throwing himself away.
When I got married, I knew almost nothing about sex because it was a taboo subject at home.
At first I was disgusted when Marcos asked to suck his cock. Praying that he wouldn't ask to eat my ass, because every attempt ended in giving up for not being ready yet to endure this chest inside my little ring, the pain was almost unbearable, but what we women don't do to please our men is it really? All I know how much I suffered to be able to hold 20 cm of stick on my butt, something today could not live without. Today I love to give my ass to my husband as well as I also like to sucking your dick. When Mark makes fun of my mouth, I make sure to look at him while swallowing everything.
When I found myself, I was with my fingers in the bathtub masturbating thinking about His Augustus rubbing his dick on my pocket and saying things to me. From what I felt, that man had a tool lady. I enjoyed very much imagining your Augusto breaking into my bathtub and didn't even feel guilty for betraying my husband in thought, but more worried about what would happen if Marcos discovered it. What would my parents think of knowing that I have a whore daughter because they consider any woman who betrays her husband is a tramp. I slept in my soaked bathtub thinking about what the boss's dick would look like.
I woke up a little late on Sunday. When I heard Mr Augusto's voice in the room, I remembered his visit that he said would come to us and then it hit me with some regret and I felt a bit guilty for my thoughts about him last night. While Mr August was at home, I avoided looking into his eyes as much as possible but whenever my husband got distracted, he wouldn't take his eyes off of me trying to guess what was going through my mind. He knew one thing for sure: he had not told Marcos anything or else their conversation would have been very different. Marcos insisted that Mr. Augusto have lunch with us. I felt a hint of irony on his face when he looked at me and said smilingly, "I'm not foolish enough to refuse because my food should be great". It was late by the time Augustus went home. When he left, I felt slightly embarrassed about our furniture being so used up even though he had been accustomed to such luxury.
Your Augusto went away on business and didn't return until a week later. When I saw him arrive, my stomach felt chilly, that man certainly disturbed me even more knowing he had not told anything to my husband about our conversation.
Your Augustus entered the house, greeted one by one of his maids, and when he came to me said:
I knew it was only an excuse to be alone with me and had no way of refusing, so I followed him with my heart in the mouth already foreseeing what was about to happen. It was just entering his room Augusto closed the door and embraced me clutching myself against her body.
Your Augusto tried to kiss me, but I didn't let his tongue enter my mouth. His hands strolled around my body skillfully. While one hand squeezed my nipples the other went down on my groin. Then I felt my little cheek being spliced and tightened and I was floating in the air not knowing how to react. When I felt your fingers penetrating deeply into my small cheek I decided just give it a go because I was losing control of the situation.
I pushed his mouth on my nipples and said almost out of breath:
- Stop it, Augustus. This has gone too far!
- What we're doing is not right!
How will I face my husband when he finds out about our cowardice?
His anguished Augustus said to me:
- I told you not to worry about Lucia!
We have an open relationship, both she and I are free to choose our partners!
- When Lucia finds out, she'll be the first to support us. After all you are working with us today it was by her consent because she chooses who works in our house.
With his heart racing and also stuttering he said to His Majesty Augustus:
He's not a liberal like you, he might kill us if we get caught in bed.
- He'll only know if you tell Princess!
Mr. Augusto, I've thought and re-thought a thousand times about everything you said to me that day...
- I promise that when you're ready it will be different, just have a little more patience with me.
Your Augustus took my hand and placed it on his staff. I felt in my hand the warmth of that huge red-headed stick with veins as thick as my fingers all along its length. My little hand could scarcely close around that mast. It was the first time I had ever felt a man's cock, other than my husband's. Compared to my husband's, the difference was thickness. Those bulging veins and a few centimeters more...
Your Augustus looking into my eyes said:
- Princess, of course I understand you but you must also understand me!
- Look at my state, you're not going to leave me like this?
Seeing that colossus in front of me, I knelt down and began to lick his little head. But the guilt made me stop and couldn't possibly go on.
- I'm sorry, but it won't work.
- Please give me one more time!
- I swear to God, I'm trying.
In tears I begged him to let me go home, at which time I saw that your Augustus was a gentle man for he embraced me tenderly and said:
- Okay honey, I know it's been hard for you.
- I'm just asking you to back off a little bit, okay?
I stood there watching that wonderful man kneel in front of me, lift up my skirt and gently pull down my panties.
My heart beat faster, because it was the first time I had been half-naked in front of another man. After taking off my panties his Augusto stood for a while admiring my swollen and totally scraped pocket. Seeing me in that state, without removing her eyes from my pocket said to me:
She's a beautiful princess, just the way I pictured her.
- Excuse me, but I can't stand to look at her.
Seeing that I remained motionless like a statue in front of him, he came very close and sat for some time smelling my scent. Before getting up I felt his mouth on my xotinha and his tongue trying to open passage between the big lips, I moved away quickly and said:
- Your Grace, you promised not to force me!
- Stop, please!
- I'm sorry princess, but you are so hot.
His Augusto stood up, took me in his lap and sat on the edge of my bed lifting my skirt and opening my legs. I stayed there with my swollen little mouth wide open while he smoothed his huge dick with my panties over my nose. Sometimes his Augusto would stop and lick the part of his underpants that covered my pocket knife; this time I confess to not feeling anger or disgust at seeing Augustus masturbating himself in front of me but rather excitement for the power it exerted upon that mighty man acting like a hallucinating teenage boy masturbing as he smelled my pants.
- Open your legs a little more, princess!
- What a delicious smell your kiss has!!! Eeeeuuu I will have fun!!!!! Aaaiiii!
I've seen a bunch of fucking golf jets flying off the head of that motherfucker washing my panties.
- Our princess, without a doubt was the best handjob I've ever touched in my entire life.
His Augusto approached me, placed himself between my legs, embraced me affectionately kissing my neck. I almost sent everything to the beans and let him eat me when I felt the head of his huge stick touching the entrance of my little mouthpiece. His August stayed for a while hugged in me and before falling into bed gave my panties soaked with his whip.
I got up without saying anything and went to the bathroom in my room to get dressed. Wow! My cheek was flooded by seeing that wonderful man masturbating in front of me. As I said before, I love it when my husband laughs in my mouth, so seeing my panties completely drenched, I could not resist and took my mouth to the part with more bile and sucked a reasonable amount. I felt that the taste of his Augusto's fuck was sweeter than Marcos'. I had doubts, but I couldn't resist and ended up swallowing all the bile in my lips.
After I'd cleaned myself up, I came out of the bathroom and your Augusto was still lying on his stomach with his half-soft cock falling over his bellybutton, that same soft piece almost reaching to his navel.
On the way I was thinking that little by little my paradigms were being broken, because it was also the first time I felt in my mouth fucking a man who wasn't my husband.
That night I took a good shower, put on my best lingerie, perfumed myself and waited for my husband to arrive. When I opened the door and Marcos saw me in that state, he didn't even have dinner right He had a quick bath and we made love all night long. The other day I was with my little bucket and my roast pork from so much carrying rolls, but nevertheless I felt like a satisfied woman and happy because of having two wonderful males who would not take any effort to extinguish the fire of my bucket ... Continue...
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