The Return of the Hired Husband

Sunday morning, Rodrigo (the hired husband) called confirming his return to finish the job he had left halfway the day before, but could not stay for lunch. <unk> If you're not going to eat, don't come, cute! <unk> I spoke in a whisper and heard her laugh. <unk> You're such a jerk, girl! <unk> I promise to eat everyone's main course. <unk> There, yes, cat! <unk> I'm waiting for you all smelly and with lubricant in hand. I'll be there in 20 minutes. I had just come out of the shower, and I took off my little red robe, the same as the day before, and began to apply a cream to my body. It wasn't ten minutes and the doorbell rang, so I grabbed my robe and got dressed as I walked down the stairs to the gate. As I walked out the door, annoyed at not being able to tie a tie to my robe, I came across a man and a boy, both standing at my gate, and I kept approaching only to dismiss them at once, as I noticed that they were Jehovah's witnesses. I politely greeted him back and told him I couldn't talk to him at the moment, I was busy. "It's backwards, young lady", said the man. <unk> Hahaha! It really is, how silly! <unk> Thank you, bye! I turned my back on them and took off the short red silk cloth and was naked for a few seconds while I adjusted and put my clothes back on. When I turned to close the door, the two of you were still standing at the gate, smiling. You bastards were staring at me, weren't you? I closed the door without waiting for an answer, for Rodrigo was soon to arrive and it was not good to be seen entering my house. My hired husband arrived about fifteen minutes later. He was a gentleman bringing a bottle of wine. We entered my residence and began to catch each other immediately, still in the room. The crack of the previous day seemed as strong in him, as it burned made fire in me. The quick foreplay was of kisses and caresses as his clothes were spread all around us, my robe, even opened by him from the beginning, was the last piece to hit the floor, only to have me bend over, leaning on the arm of the couch, and penetrate my soaked cheek, ripping out my slutty screams. God, how can he be so tasty? I only thought of protection when I felt a tsunami of pleasure approaching, yet my condoms were out of reach, in my room. But I wouldn't dream of interrupting that climate, the special orgasm blossomed in me in a unique way. Fuck it! I thought, and I enjoyed sleeping on top of that man. The damned took me to heaven when his joy was announced by screams and accelerated strokes. Then he opened the hose lock letting a lot of gush inside me. <unk> Ahhh! You're very nice, you know? <unk> I muttered almost deliriously. I got back the compliments and his hug during the deceleration, and our bodies became fused as if they were one. That first fling was all gold, so we paused for a little wine tasting, went naked into the kitchen, cut up some cold ones for snacks. Still in the kitchen, I sat softly on his lap as we drank, ate, and spoke ill of each other's lives. His member came to life again during our kisses and caresses. I moved the body backwards leaving it between my legs. I grabbed his penis and rubbed it into my slit causing the erection to explode. The man made me get up and lean over the table, and as I started to penetrate, the fucking landline rang. It's my mother, she had to call, I spoke and went to the extension next to the sink. The man went into the room. Mama was renting me with a pierced mouth. Rodrigo returned looking at me with a bastard's face showing the intimate gel. He just smiled seeing him put a portion in his hand and pass on the stick. Then he came to the intention of bending over the sink. I let it roll, I was loving it all during the filling of Mom's bag. The man licked from my anus to my parakeet and began to brush the glans from my crack to my little hole. <unk> Answer! <unk> Is everything all right? <unk> cried the mother. "No, fuck!" I said, dying of pain. "How are you, Nicole?" Mrs. Helena growled. The F.D.P. had shoved that big bag up my ass. I was speechless for a second. Answer me, little girl! I was able to speak without groaning, because the man gave me time, but he didn't take it out of me. I'm sorry, Mom, I spilled the juice on myself, I'm going to have to do a general here. Come to your senses, Dona Nicole, I've got my eye on you! Stop, mother, I'm not doing anything! By the time I hung up, the pain was gone, and the erection had increased, and I rolled around in a delicious way, enjoying the beginning of the punches, and our bodies merged once again, his sweaty chest glued to my back, one hand on my breasts, and the other, inserting fingers into my cheekbones, closing the bond of union. The trance started on my feet, after a while it ended with me sitting on my back on his lap, still getting in my ass until I filled my bowels with semen. My surrogate husband left shortly thereafter, and I started cleaning up the crime scene, thinking to myself, "Putz, what a hot guy". I loved his "services" mainly because he fulfilled the promise made on his professional profile in a social media (Satisfaction Guaranteed). It was not misleading advertising, he knew how to satisfy my desires. That's it for now, kisses!