At the city's birthday party that year I did things that would change my life forever. This time was lively and people took advantage of the opportunity to party until the morning drinking in the city's bars.
I had come to spend the holidays in the middle of the year. She was alone, just observing everything in silence, drinking mulled wine to warm up the cold that chilled her soul and which she was already unaccustomed to feeling. She always hung out with older people. Most were married, had children and only me and one other friend were single.
This time there were some different people. Including a beautiful woman, around thirty years old, married to one of the city councilors. She didn't stop looking at me and didn't even try to hide it. Which bothered me a lot. Somehow, she managed to sit next to me. I got up and she grabbed my arm asking me where I was going. I replied that I was just going to the bathroom.
- Oh there! Then I'll go with you.
Everyone at the table had already drunk too much and didn't even realize she was paying attention to me. We went into the bathroom together and she suddenly asked me:
– Tell me one thing: why do you look at me so much, huh?
– It's because you don't stop looking at me, man – I replied coldly, but inside I was in despair. My heart was racing and my face felt incredibly hot. She approached quickly and I only had time to hear her say:
– I want and I will kiss you.
And she really kissed, almost forcefully, holding me by my hair, joining my body to hers almost violently. There were many people waiting outside in line and we were there, kissing nonstop, like two crazy people.
What a crazy thing! She is married! – I thought while kissing her – She is married to one of my best friends! I didn't know her before because they had recently gotten married in the city where she lived even after they were married, waiting for the house to be built.
In addition to being my friend, he was also my cousin, which in a way made things even more complicated. But I couldn't stop kissing her! She was beautiful!
In two seconds she took off her top and grabbed me asking if I wanted to have sex with her, already putting her hand down my pants. I got scared, opened the bathroom door and came out quickly with my face very red, terrified!
A few minutes later she came and sat next to me again, as if nothing had happened. I was shaking, red, dying of shame and fear that someone would suspect something. But no one noticed anything, given the huge amount we had drunk that night.
I was really on fire. I was in no condition to drive home and my cousin suggested that I sleep at their house and take the car to store in the garage, as they had walked to the party because they lived nearby.
I agreed a little hesitantly, but ended up accepting. Even because I was in no condition to get home in that state. I called my mother to let her know and went to sleep at their house.
She made my bed while I waited against the wardrobe in the guest room. When I saw that the bed was ready, I lay down and fell asleep quickly without saying anything, without even taking off my clothes.
I don't even know how much time passed between that moment and the time I woke up with her completely naked on top of me, kissing me and pulling the string that held my blouse. She held my arms so that I didn't create any obstacles. But I had no intention of stopping it from happening. She took off my clothes, let go of my hair and kissed my body, every part, as if nothing else existed. She released my hands, which were free to caress her beautiful body.
Brunette with curly hair, perfect breasts and a beautiful back. The bedroom light was on and I could see her completely. Even though I was a little groggy before, now the adrenaline had practically cured the drunk and I was touching and looking at her naked body, marveling at her beauty and sensuality. She felt like a girl in front of the exuberance of that magnificent woman. The experience and the way she did it left me completely beside myself.
She turned me around, kissed me, touched me and made me feel a pleasure I had never felt before. Not to mention that smell that came from her, the perfume that made me even a little dizzy with excitement.
I was never touched the way I was being touched. Totally involved, she touched me with her tongue between my legs, making me delirious with pleasure, making me touch her too, indicating how and where she wanted to be touched.
He turned me onto my stomach, massaging my back, while kissing me, running his tongue wherever he touched, sucking for a long time every point on my body, making me lose control with so much pleasure. There was so much confusion that I fell asleep without being sure when she left the room.
I woke up in the morning alone, naked and my clothes were scattered all over the floor. I sat on the bed trying to get my bearings, a little shaky. I had barely woken up and sat down in bed when she came into the room, sitting next to me, putting her arm around my shoulders, kissing me on the cheek and saying that my cousin had already left for work and would only be back in the late afternoon. home.
I needed to go to the bathroom, compose myself a little, maybe take a shower. Not to mention that he was there, naked, talking to her and she acted naturally as if nothing had happened. I looked for my bag and she got up saying she would get it from the living room. What a hangover! I also needed a very strong coffee to lessen that feeling of being run over a little. I said this to her to talk things over and hide my embarrassment.
He went to the room, got a towel and a blouse for me. After I took a shower I felt better and recovered almost completely by drinking a full cup of coffee that she had prepared. I sat outside, on the balcony wall and she came over to where I was, took the cup from my hand and placed it on the table, kissing me and making me get up to follow her to the room where I had slept.
We continued what we hadn't finished in the morning and once again I didn't stop her from taking off my clothes. I watched her take off the very sensual black silk nightgown that she was wearing with nothing else underneath, seeing better the beauty and sensuality of her dark and perfect body, still wearing a sexy bikini line from the days she had spent in the Northeast. Everything seemed to highlight the sensuality of that exuberant woman who lay on top of me.
The sensual belly, the breasts, the ass, the sex, the legs… Everything is extremely beautiful. We lay down on the bed and already sucking my sex, I was completely dominated by the sensuality that the situation emanated.
I felt his hand gently touching my sex, while he pressed his body against mine, forcing a smooth and delicious penetration that filled me completely. My skin shivered with the heat of her hot body on mine. Her enveloping scent made me more excited, eager to continue feeling the magnificent pleasure, bringing an orgasm that came softly and then invaded my body in a violent wave of pleasure.
With her sitting on top of me, I held her by the waist, feeling the back and forth of her body against mine. I touched her sex, getting up and moving over her, wrapping her legs around me, exposing the sensuality of her completely wet sex. He ran his tongue lightly, sucking her clitoris, feeling the frizzy hair in the delicious moisture, until he felt her cum too.
When we finished, we hugged each other, naked, looking at each other in silence. I was panting and exhausted because of the excess adrenaline that was flowing while having sex with my cousin and friend's wife.
Even though the romance is complicated, I wasn't able to ask her to accompany me. Our lives were different. I studied in the capital, I was halfway through my college course. After graduating, I was recommended for an excellent job, something I wouldn't have had the opportunity to get in the countryside. We had our really separate lives.
Perhaps out of convenience, out of self-indulgence, we never asked for anything or made plans. She remained married and we continued our meetings when I came on vacation, nine years ago, even though it became a little complicated after the birth of the children.
We are lovers, friends, confidants and all the people who live with us imagine nothing more than what we show: the enormous affection and complicity of friends of many years.
