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.
I met her friend a few months after meeting my wife. When I met her, she didn't have a boyfriend, and later she started a relationship with a friend from her college days. When they started dating, the friend distanced herself from my wife and only went out and posted things with her boyfriend. My wife even commented on her disappointment and told me how she included her in our plans when she was single, etc. In the end, they got engaged (quite quickly after meeting) and my wife started seeing her more often, less than before, but they did see each other, and she would tell me how in love and excited she was about all the plans they had, that she had found her soulmate, and that they already had a wedding date. They got married, and, so as not to upset them, the guy, a few months later, cheated on her with a coworker.
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).
It was a sultry afternoon, the kind that seems to conspire to ignite forbidden desires. It had been months since I'd seen Ms. K, the tall brunette with curves that defied any attempt at self-control. That gorgeous, enormous ass, molded by jeans that seemed tailored, occupied my most secret thoughts. We were both married, trapped in parallel lives, but our five-year affair was an addiction neither of us wanted to give up. We arranged a quick meeting, supposedly just for a hug and a chat, as if it were possible to keep things so innocent between us.
A few days after I fucked those black guys, there was a mechanic named Edir. He was average, white, thin, and a great mechanic. Every time he passed, Edir would look at me a little differently, as if he desired me. He was single and lived alone. He was 49, and as you know, I was 16.One day, Edir bought a pool table and invited me to play. He said,"Come with those red shorts I love to see you in."
Back when I was studying with Jéssica and Daiane, most Saturdays I'd go to their apartment building to study or just tease the boys by playing spin the bottle. The boys thought they were smarter just because we girls were always naked (haha).
I love having my wife fucked. And that passion dates back to my first girlfriend. When we were very young, we had very dirty sex as a couple and unleashed all our desires, fantasies, and fetishes. That's why, in the three years we were dating, we had threesomes, swingers, and several orgies. I had great sex with my second and third girlfriends, but nothing like my first. When I got married, my wife turned out to be even hotter and more slutty, and that was heaven for both of us. Very soon, we started unleashing all our desires, and after six months of marriage, we were already having threesomes with men and women. And soon after, we started swinging and fulfilling all our fantasies and fetishes.
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.