I am a pretty woman of 50 years old, it is not me who says it, but the look of the men when I pass in the street. I am married to Alain, with whom, the routine has given way to passion.
It all began on a Saturday in August, he said to me:
Alain: this afternoon, as the weather is nice, and you have to see your girlfriend, I’m going to go for a ride on my motorcycle, don’t you mind?
Me (I don’t really like two wheels), not at all, be careful.
And he leaves.
I call my friend who tells me she can’t go out because of a strong migraine. I am disappointed, she gives me anyway, the address of a lady who sells miniatures of perfumes, because I am a collector always looking for the rare bottle.
I leave for a bit of an adventure, in a residential area that I know very little about. With the GPS, I arrive at the lady’s house, who receives me very kindly, but who has no treasure in her collection.
When I leave I decide to test my sense of direction, I don’t put my GPS.
As I had planned, I got lost, and while passing in a street, I thought I saw my husband’s motorcycle. Intrigued, I parked a little further and went back on my steps. Look closer at the bike, there is no doubt that it is his motorcycle, the license plate does not lie.
What is he doing there? I look over the fence, nice house. I immediately think that he is cheating on me, that he has a mistress. I try to see over the fence, and leaning on the gate, it opens, …
… it was not closed. Without worrying about whether there is a dog, or who I’m going to run into, I enter the garden.
I walk slowly, I want to surprise them. I hear some noise in the pool, I approach again and between two bushes, I see a part of the pool. Alain, my husband, is sitting on the steps, smiling at someone who is swimming. Finally I’m going to see that bitch. I am mad with rage. I want to show myself, but I decide to wait and see. His mistress suddenly appears, and oh my God, it’s a MAN.
I remain as knocked out, my husband PD, I dream or I have a nightmare? or both.
As if paralyzed, I see them slowly coming closer, their lips touching, then Alain attracts the other for a torrid kiss with his tongue. Their bodies are rubbing, their hands are walking.
Suddenly the other one detaches, and plunges the head under water, at the level of the belly, I imagine, what he makes not seeing my man moaning and arching.
Then they stand up again, and holding hands, they go towards the house. At this moment I find my spirits and especially my anger, and like a fury, I rush on them all claws out, and by shouting insults.
Me : SALOP, Big disgusting, rotten you make me cuckold with a big faggot
At the moment of the impact, the friend lets go of my husband’s hand, turns in my direction without saying anything, and stretches his hands towards me, as if he wanted to hit me. By reflex, and without slowing down my race I avoid him, his hands unbalance me, and I fall into the pool. A last jump makes me throw my purse away. While falling, I have the pleasure to see him staying on the beach.
I am in the water, I do not have foot, I am so out of me, that I cannot swim, I drink the cup, I am struggling. Then all of a sudden, I feel myself being dragged towards the edge, by two hands that support me at the waist. He puts me down on the steps. I cry, I am down, ashamed, and especially soaked.
Damien (since it is his first name) helps me to go out, I send a new flurry of insults to my husband, who was leaving the house to meet me. Our host, while going towards the house, made a sign to him to stay away.
Damien came back to me with a large bath sheet that he put over my shoulders.
Damien: you should take off your clothes, you will be cold
He says that with a mischievous look, it is true that my dress all wet sticks to my forms.
I take off my shoes, Damien undoes the zipper, and slides it to my feet while discreetly caressing my shoulders. Still shivering with cold and rage I can’t get my bra off, once again my savior comes to my aid by unzipping it and sliding it down my arms. Again I have the impression that his hands stray on the side of my breasts, involuntarily.
Then I wrap myself in the bath sheet, and sit at the bottom of the …
… deckchair. I am down, I cry again. He comes back from the house where he talked to my husband.
He is sitting naked in front of me, he talks to me softly, asks me questions about me, my relationship, tells me that my husband loves me a lot, but that he needed to find or look for something else to blossom. That he himself did the same thing, that he would like his wife to know, as I am now, about us.
suddenly I have a shiver, I tell him that I am a little cold, because I kept my panties wet
damien (looking me straight in the eyes) you have to take them off,
me: yes
And I begin to contort myself, trying not to spread my legs too much. I see my host coming closer to me, leaning forward on his left hand, while his right hand, goes under the towel and comes to make slide at my feet the thin fabric,
After that, instead of moving back, he stays towards me, I am startled when I feel his fingers going up my calf, behind my knee, then the inside of my thigh, to finish delicately on my sex.
He got so close, that our lips touch, at the moment or, he touches, my small pink button, without thinking I open the thighs and the mouth. His tongue comes to the meeting of mine, our saliva mixes. And it plunges brutally two fingers at the bottom of my soaked vagina.
Our burning bodies touch, I do not move, thighs spread, I appreciate the coming and going of his fingers. Without me realizing it, he folded down the back of the deckchair, I find myself lying down. He puts himself in front of me, attaches **** my ankles, which he brings back on my shoulders. He is on top of me, I feel his stiff sex at the entrance of my soaked vulva. I sigh of ease, when he slowly sinks in my belly. He is at the end, his balls rest on my buttocks. He begins to file me gently at a regular rhythm, I close my eyes, pinch my lips, sighing very hard.
I crave his body against me, I spread my legs, he slides on me not bending his arms, as if he was doing push-ups. Again, our limps are welded for a fiery kiss, he is in me, I hold him very tight, while his hands explore my body
He says to me: I want to see you come.
He puts back on his arms, and while smiling at me, starts to fuck me very hard. The first moment of surprise passed, I feel my pleasure rising very quickly and very strong.
It goes more and more fast and strong, to better feel it, I spread to the maximum the thighs by holding my ankles with the hands. Soon, I cum like a madwoman, in a rattle, rocky and deep by throwing the basin in front. We are sweating, he is lying on top of me, we are doing salty bi-sub. He comes out of my sex, still as stiff as ever.
Damien : Are you ok? you liked it. Me: Yes, very much, Damien, would you like to ink? Me: yes, whenever you want Damien: right now, I didn’t come, …
… get down on all fours, dirty girl I get up, get down on all fours, my back well arched, my pussy offered, my lips swollen with pleasure. I feel his hands on my hips, and his shaft, enter me as in su beure. Very quickly he files me strong, I shout because he has just spanked me violently, but my pleasure is there, and it increases with the blows not being able to hold me, I start to shout my pleasure:
Damien: I’m gonna cum bitch you’re so good
I feel a stronger kick of my kidney, I think he’s cumming, at the same time he slaps me harder than the others. I turn around to tell him my displeasure, at the same time he withdraws, grabbing me **** by the hair, which makes me turn my head, and allows him to push his sex deep into my throat where he ejaculates in big hot jets. I almost choke, I swallow what I can, the rest flows along my lips, I have tears in my eyes, Damien (still holding me) clean me with your tongue
A little surprised by the tone I do it, I run my tongue everywhere
Damien: your husband is watching us
I apply myself even more, then once finished, I get up and kiss him tenderly, and go to bathe.
I saw Damien make a small sign to my husband, he arrived with his head down but his tail straight. This bastard had appreciated, …
my session with Damien.
While they were talking (and I was swimming), Damien sat on a deckchair, he is just at the height of my man’s glans, I see him gobbling him up, I imagine his tongue licking him, going down to his balls, to gobble him up again. His hands pass over his buttocks and sometimes a finger penetrates him.
I get out of the water and approach him, all dripping with a carnivorous smile, I feel my husband tense.
I stick to him and call him an asshole, then push Damien away saying that I was going to finish him.
My mouth replaces that of our lover, I make small movements with my head. He applies his hands on my nape of the neck, clutches my mouth like a wet and hot sex. Very quickly he comes with big jets in my throat. I push him suffocating and again with tears in my eyes.
We finished the afternoon quietly. Alain made love to me in the pool. He also made me a cuni while Damien took him doggy style. And as we were leaving, Damien almost raped me on the kitchen table.
When we got home after a good shower, we had a long talk, and hopefully made the right decisions
