I still can’t believe how it happened with Lucy, the girl next door. She was twenty-one, home from university for the summer, with long wavy brown hair, sun-kissed skin, and that innocent smile that hid a completely different side. I’d lived in the house beside her family for years, always friendly hellos over the fence, but nothing more until that scorching July weekend when her parents left town for a wedding.
We entered the specialty together; she's a little younger than me—24, I'm 26. She's not exactly my body type: lightly tanned white skin, small breasts, but with hips that stand out discreetly. Her butt isn't bad at all; you can tell she used to work out. I think it was her smile, her personality, that started to catch my attention.Ever since we met, I've been teasing her, always jokingly, never to make her feel bad. It's my way of getting attention. She always fought back, then started getting closer (although I suspected she really wanted to be close to me rather than actually face me).
My name is Kathy, I'm 26 years old, I'm divorced and for a few years I was the whore of half the city where I live, even though I was married.After discovering my betrayal with his friend, my cuckold was very cold to start a game with me, I will share this part with you.Many arguments happened and I no longer cared about being called a whore, a slut, a bitch…My husband couldn't accept my actions and even though he didn't want to separate, he decided to punish me for each one of them.
Oswaldo, 35, handsome and athletic, after working at an insurance brokerage since his teens, learned everything about the business, took courses, earned his qualifications, and, at 28, opened his own brokerage. Quickly, using his knowledge of his former company, he was able to attract many clients. Within six years, he had a portfolio of 350 clients.
Carla is worried because her boss has invited her to the company cafeteria for a chat. She suspects he's going to saddle her with a security guard job for the weekend. Carla had planned to go camping with her daughter, Pepe.From the entrance, she spots Federico, her boss, at the back of the room. He enters, approaches the manager's table, and greets him. Carla sits down, and immediately, a waiter asks her what she'll have. Carla orders a cappuccino. Federico gulps down the cognac next to him and orders another cappuccino for himself.
My name is Kathy, I'm 26 years old, I'm divorced and for a few years I was the whore of half the city where I live, even though I was married.After discovering my betrayal with his friend, my cuckold was very cold to start a game with me, I will share this part with you.Many arguments happened and I no longer cared about being called a whore, a slut, a bitch…My husband couldn't accept my actions and even though he didn't want to separate, he decided to punish me for each one of them.
The day after our escape from the party in the previous story…I woke up to my phone vibrating on my nightstand. My body still remembered every touch, every thrust Matheus had made at the party, and his message only heightened my desire:“Good morning, hottie. Ready to continue yesterday’s madness?”I smiled to myself, feeling an intense heat rise from my stomach to my throat. I typed without thinking:“I can’t wait… pick me up at the mall at 2pm?”
We finished lunch, and as soon as my father left, he didn't like that, my mother called me to the little room in the back where her mini salon was, and there we started the preparations.The theme would be wedding, so I could hope for the best.As always, she started by putting a headband on my head, so that it wouldn't get dirty or even mess up my hair, which in my case was blonde and long.And so we stayed for more than an hour, and I still hadn't seen the result, when she finished with a beautiful and huge pair of false eyelashes, which were the top of fashion at the time, my father came into the house calling for her, who ran out to meet him.