Happy Beach Club

That holiday, we were able to escape with the family to the beach, to a typical small town on the Mediterranean coast that multiplies its population in summer. It was full of beach bars, restaurants, discos, and the new thing that year: the Happy Beach Club, whose advertising appeared in all the national women's magazines. I was not interested in it, among other things, because of the exorbitant prices of its services and drinks.

So the days went by: in the morning, on the sand of the beach, shower, lunch, a nice nap, a walk at sunset to have a snack, and starting again the next day with a new routine.

I enjoyed tanning my body in the morning with my husband and son on the lounge chair on the beach. As is usual in my summers, I also appreciated the gaze of some men who looked at me with desire, situations that although embarrassing at the moment, afterward raise your self-esteem. That's what the beach is about, it encourages you to let go of some of your body's complexes. At least for me, during beach days, as I would say, you are encouraged to wear summer dresses, often without a bra underneath, I wear more thongs as underwear, see-through clothing, and in general clothes and tops that I would not think of wearing in my usual city, much less to go to work.

I must confess that a couple of summers ago, my husband and I bought a paddle board. I take advantage of the time I go out paddling and I move away from the shore, to take off my top and minimize the tan left by the marks of the straps.

It is my little prank behind my husband's back.

I remember it was Friday at noon when I received a call from my colleague Laura. Laura was a coworker in the same department as me, we had coffee together in the company group and we often told each other our things. She is a good colleague and an even better professional, I get along very well with her. She is twenty-eight years old, five years younger than me, let's say that since she entered the office it has always been like a sisterly relationship. She always asks me for advice on her problems and I enjoy acting as a consultant. She reminds me a lot of myself when I was her age.

I know she got into the company because someone in her family knew the bosses, she comes from a wealthy family and has always been a bit posh when it comes to dressing. That's why I wasn't surprised when she called me on my cell phone.

-Dude, weren't you spending the summer where they've opened the Happy Beach Club, the one they advertise in all the magazines and social networks?- she asked me after three or four polite sentences.

-Yeah, sure- I answered.

-Wow, thank goodness, we have to meet tomorrow- she said announcing her intentions.

-Yeah, well, are you coming?- I wanted to know what a mess she had in her head.

-You're such a fool. I'll tell you what happened to me: "I have two tickets for the Happy Beach Club I was going to go with Vane, but the fool came and suggested to me she couldn't, so I thought... isn't that where my colleague told me she was going on vacation?" That's why I called you. You have to come with me-. She said suddenly and abruptly.

-Well..., this..., I- I hesitated, I didn't like his plan very much really.

-Please, please, please... it's the event of the summer and I can't miss it-, she begged me over the phone. I imagined what that meant for her and she would never forgive me.

-Well..., okay, let me talk to my husband, tomorrow is Saturday, and this upsets our plans, he'll have to take care of our little one- I wanted to keep the trick of blaming my husband in case I changed my mind.

-Great girl. Get pretty, the place is cool, and the invitations are for a night pass, so we'll meet at eleven at night. I'll tell you the hotel and you can pick me up. You're the best. I love you Sandra- and she hung up.

I honestly thought my husband would take it worse, but he was the one who encouraged me to go out partying with my coworker.

The next day we went down to the beach like every other day. I guess it was Saturday and there were more people than during the week. When it was my turn to go out on the board, I proceeded with my ritual of paddling topless. I have always found the sensation very pleasant the sea breeze caressing my body, feeling free, the warmth of the sun, and definitely, a little time to myself. That day there were also more people out and about on boards, as well as jet skis and boats.

I admit that I go into a kind of trance when I paddle standing on the board through the water and feeling the sea breeze caressing my body. That's why I didn't notice that there were a couple of guys following me wherever I paddled. Their intentions seemed to be nothing other than enjoying the sight of my body. Looking closely, I was the only girl topless paddling and showing half her ass, as my bikini bottoms were generous. I could even see their erections under their Bermuda shorts. I found the situation amusing. In other circumstances, I would have been annoyed, but far from being upset, I enjoyed being the object of desire of those two boys. I admit I was a bit naughty and enjoyed provoking them. My exhibitionist streak emerged and I had a pleasant time messing around with them.

Otherwise, the day was normal and monotonous, which is what we look for when we are on vacation. It was when I woke up from my nap that my husband reminded me of the date with Laura. I sent a message to my partner to confirm that we were going to the beach club and she called me back. She told me that yes, she was staying at the only five-star hotel and that I should come and pick her up at ten at night. She asked me what dress I was planning to wear and I told her that it was nothing out of the ordinary, which caused her to panic.

-Take back what I was going to wear at ten, come at nine and we'll see what dress I can give you- she told me without accepting a negative answer and without letting me reply. In a few more sentences we finished the conversation without giving me the option to object.

So after taking an afternoon walk and having some tapas with my husband and my son, I showed up at nine in room 301 of Laura's hotel as she had told me.

After the introductions and the usual initial chat, we got down to business. Laura took out of her closet the two or three dresses she had thought of for me. I would have chosen one with a longer skirt and less neckline, but once I tried it on, Laura ruled that out. In her way, she forced me to choose a petite black Carolina Herrera dress that was very daring for my taste. The top had super thin straps, so the option of wearing a bra was completely ruled out. I don't like straps to be visible and therefore the type of bra I was wearing - the typical flesh-colored one - is so unattractive. As Laura has a bit more bust than me, the fabric was a bit loose on me, and at the slightest carelessness, I would show my breasts. The back was bare up to the skirt, a skirt so short that I felt like I was showing my ass if I bent down. It had been a while since I had worn such miniskirts and I wasn't used to it. Also, as I walked or moved, the thin fabric of the dress rose my thighs in such a way that I had to pull down my skirt every so often to avoid showing the color of my panties. In short, I felt naked despite being dressed. To top it off, she insisted on putting on black heels that were at least 10 centimeters high to match.

I didn't even recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. Frankly, I looked very different, it didn't match my style at all, and that's what I tried to make her understand.

-Laura, I don't think I have to dress like that to have a few drinks, I almost look like a whore- it had been fun to play with dresses and such, but when it came down to it I couldn't see myself. I had the feeling that my tits were going to pop out at any moment and that I was showing my ass and panties. Besides, I wasn't the only one who looked excessively provocative, I'm sure that if my husband saw me in that dress he would call me a whore, and I thought so too. Especially when I left the room to go to more illuminated spaces like the elevator, I noticed that the fine fabric of the dress was transparent when backlit despite being black.

-Listen, girl, I'll explain it to you, I have to get it tonight no matter what, that place is going to be full of rich kids to meet and you have to be as spectacular as me, or else you'll scare them away, so start getting hot for whatever might happen tonight. That dress is worth too much for just any girl to wear. We have to be the center of attention for all men to choose us, do you understand? You have to look spectacular - she explained her intentions to me.

Given what I saw on this occasion, I let her advise me, she seemed to know this type of party very well. I had never worn so much make-up, much less makeup up to my neckline. I looked in the mirror for the last time and was glad I had chosen a black thong that night as underwear, otherwise everything would have been transparent. Laura also left me some gold bracelets to adorn my body and above all a necklace with a cross of embedded diamonds.

-Laura, this is too much, I don't think all this is necessary- I said, showing my objections to so much sophistication once again.

-Oh, come on, we have to look spectacular, we can't be less- she argued. In the end, I gave in to her demands, especially when we went down to the hotel garage and I saw that her daddy had lent her a spectacular Mercedes to go to the party.

-But if it's right next door, we can walk- I protested for the last time before Laura replied to me again.

-You don't want your husband to see you in my dress, do you?- she mocked me and my modesty all that time, especially when I saw in the same elevator that the fabric was almost transparent, highlighting my curves and my silhouette.

And the truth is that Laura was right. I began to realize her wise advice as soon as I arrived at the entrance of the club. Daddy's Mercedes was not even one of the best cars waiting for the club's valets to take them to the parking lot. As expected, the red carpet was used for the VIPs to walk down while I saw that on the other side of the golden cordon people without invitations were lining up to get in. It was all very exclusive, like something out of a movie.

Laura showed her VIP invitation and the doorman very kindly told us:

-Delighted that you visited our club, the invitation corresponds to the reservation of a Balinese bed, specifically number 22. Come with me- and with that, he gave us directions to follow him.

We walked through the entrance hall and reception and went parallel to a series of pools and jacuzzis. We turned through the space between several of them until we reached one of the many Balinese beds on the other side of the pools where the doorman told us that the bottle of Moët Chandon was included in the invitation.

-This is amazing, it's cool, don't you think?- Laura told me as soon as we sat down in our reserved space ready to uncork the bottle of champagne.

-The truth is that yes- I said observing the atmosphere. Of course, in my life, I had never been in a place like that and I probably wouldn't be again.

A little more relaxed I could see that the facilities were shaped like an inverted "L". The longest part was a succession of different spa-like pools and jacuzzis. On one side were Balinese beds and on the other side of the pools, during the day, you could see the individual sun loungers that had been put away for the night. The widest part, on the other hand, was a restaurant during the day and a discotheque at night. The rear area closest to the sea was dark enough for those who wanted to get into mischief to hide among the walkways. Benches with chairs and tables among gardens, with hedges and secrets, and even a jetty where two yachts could be seen and moorings available for more.

Both Laura and I liked to observe the atmosphere from our position. It was all very "posh" and sophisticated. Everyone looked like they came out of a Californian series with statuesque bodies.

Bed 21 was empty and in bed 23 two couples who seemed to be friends among the four were chatting amongst themselves just like the two of us.

I noticed them more than the women, impeccably dressed, all with a smile like in advertisements, expensive clothes, branded shirts, jewelry watches, certainly nothing to do with my husband who had not worn a shirt all summer, always in a t-shirt.

They stood out for their dresses, jewelry, and perfect bodies. Not a drop of fat, expensive creams, lots of channels and hours of gym to look spectacular at this type of party. Needless to say, they all looked like girls from a fashion catwalk. Laura was right if she thought our dresses were daring, they all had generous necklines and showed off their long legs. It looked like a magazine party like Marbella, Monaco or Dubai.

We lay there talking about the atmosphere and our work stuff while we drank the complimentary bottle of Moët. I admit that I hadn't had much to eat that afternoon and that the champagne had gotten me more energized than I had expected. That's why I didn't object when Laura suggested we go to the dance floor.

As soon as we started dancing we were the center of attention of many of the men and boys around us. The flirting and the glances became evident. It was even harassing that both Laura and I were the most desirable given the attention aroused by the macho men around us. Laura seemed used to feeling and dealing with all those eyes that were watching us with desire. I, on the other hand, at first felt out of place, I didn't like the glances of slobbering men around me looking for a slip of the neckline or my skirt. The rubbing of bodies on the dance floor made me uncomfortable, especially the hidden touches of the ass. Only the joy of my partner Laura and seeing that she was enjoying herself while we danced led me to stay on that dance floor, giving the night another chance. So I decided to concentrate on my dance, isolate myself, and enjoy some music that was worth it. Frankly, the DJ was doing pretty well and managed to isolate me from the world around me.

Shortly after we were both dancing together, the first group of brave souls offered us a drink. Well, they invited Laura, who knew how to handle the situation very well. I accepted, clearly playing the supporting role, and so the first mojito of the night came. After about an hour, three mojitos wet our lips as interested suitors. When a group of boys approached us, it was clear which suitor was hoping to win Laura over. The rest of her friends asked me questions and started conversations with me more out of obligation. Without being rude to the boys, I made it clear that I was just in the mood to dance and little else.

While the suitors came and went at Laura's whim, I could see two boys who, on the other hand, kept staring at me. I found this fixation on looking at me and laughing curious. On one occasion when I caught them watching me, they nudged each other while both nodded affirmatively.

-Yes, yes, it's her- I heard one say to the other, which aroused my interest in knowing what they could be referring to.

-Excuse me, do I know you from somewhere?- I approached them like a tigress ready to get rid of doubts and so much nonsense.

-We don't know each other, but I'm Luis and this is Miguel- said the most daring one, introducing them while both exchanged two kisses with me.

-And can we know now that we already know each other where we could have met before?- I wanted to get rid of doubts once and for all.

-Of course, don't you remember? This morning we love paddle surfing, don't you too?- said Luis in an idiotic way, making me feel embarrassed. The pig was drooling knowing that the beautiful woman whose breasts and ass he had seen in the morning was in front of his eyes.

-Well, no, I don't remember- I pretended, trying to downplay it while feeling stripped by his gaze. Then Laura arrived, a little jealous when she saw that for once in all that time it was me and not her who was the center of attention. She wanted to check what was happening.

-Hi, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?- he asked me to get into the conversation.

-Wow!! Today is our lucky day- said Miguel, who was a bit more polite -- we are Miguel and Luis, nice to meet you- he said before giving Laura the obligatory kisses when introducing her. It was obvious that they liked each other at first sight.

After a few more words of courtesy, we immediately started dancing. In the cast, Miguel had it out with Laura while I had to go with Luis who kept undressing me with his eyes. He turned out to be quite a slimeball. The bastard took advantage of any excuse to touch me and rub against me more than necessary. What a night of sh... was ahead. Luis took advantage of the slightest opportunity to touch me. He touched my ass as much as he wanted, but it was a subtle touch to one of my breasts when I decided to get out of there. I felt sorry for Laura but that was too much. Okay, it wasn't the first time in my life that I had been groped like that, and it wasn't to make a scene with the boy. So instead of slapping him, which was what he deserved, I decided to excuse myself by going to the bathroom and getting some fresh air.

I went to the bathroom angry with myself, among other things I wanted to freshen up my face, touch up my makeup, and apply more red lipstick. It was when I looked in the mirror that I realized that I had lost the gold pendant that Laura had left me. I went into a real panic. I don't know how much the necklace could cost, but paying for it - and I didn't have any other option - would certainly make a dent in my battered family finances. In addition to having to give a lot of explanations to my husband. Oh my god, I was lost! Hysteria took hold of me after checking in the bathroom mirror that the pendant was not visible on my neckline.

When I returned to the dance floor, luckily, I didn't see Laura, Luis, or Miguel. I was almost glad I didn't have to explain it to them. The last thing I wanted was to have to put up with the brat and his little smile. I tried to hide my desperation, rather than dancing I spent my time looking around the floor for the pendant. I even asked a couple of waiters if anyone had found it and kindly handed it over to the club workers. But there was no trace of the pendant. I even thought if Luis could have stolen it from me, but I couldn't find any of the three. They had disappeared like the pendant.

Discouraged at not finding it, I decided to go over to the Balinese bed from the start of the night, it was my last hope. I thought that maybe Laura was there and who knows if she had it. But nothing at all. When I got to the Balinese bed, there was no sign of Laura or the pendant at first sight. I started to look for it like crazy among the different cushions. I realized what a spectacle I must have been putting on with impossible positions and such a short dress when I heard a male voice coming from bed 21 next door say:

-You're not looking for this pendant, are you?- his question sounded like heavenly music to my ears. Especially when I turned to look at the man who had uttered such sweet words with a certain French tone, and saw that he was indeed showing Laura's pendant in his hands.

-Oh, yes, thank you, you don't know how much I appreciate it- I said, standing up in front of that guy, dying of embarrassment for the spectacle I must have put on in my desperate search without being aware of it until that moment. That guy would surely have seen my ass cheeks in some position and who knows if even my breasts.

-Allow me to put it on for you, beautiful things should always go together- he answered gallantly.

Before I could react to my embarrassment, that man had stood behind me and, pulling my hair to one side as if I were a fairy tale princess, he was putting the necklace on me himself for my peace of mind. I must admit that when he did it, his hands brushed my shoulders in a subtle and pleasant way. To such an extent that I got goosebumps. A shiver ran through my body from bottom to top.

-Really, you don't know how grateful I am- I repeated to myself while touching and looking at the pendant on my neck, not believing that I had recovered it. My nerves began to subside and I felt more relaxed.

-Then allow me to invite you to a drink and I will consider myself grateful- I was surprised by his direct and shameless invitation with such a peculiar accent. Of course, all in a polite and gallant tone that surprised me and contrasted after so much drooling brat before.

It was then that I noticed the details that had so far gone unnoticed because of my nerves. I wanted to look closely at the guy who had practically saved my life. At least I had been spared from having to explain myself to my husband and Laura. That voice and those hands belonged to a handsome gentleman in his mid-forties, about ten years older than me, elegantly dressed in white linen. Mallorquinas, white trousers that were not too wrinkled, a Mao collar shirt decorated only with a Patek Philippe on his wrist. More than enough to show that he was handling money.

-Sorry I didn't introduce myself, my name is Hugo- he said as he took off his sunglasses that hid his black eyes that gave him a captivating look. He gave me two kisses on the cheeks as a self-introduction. His Van Cleef scent reached me before the touch of our faces. As he did so, he slid his hand down my back, caressing my bare skin and causing a new shiver that instantly made my nipples stand on end.

Once again I felt overwhelmed by his direct initiative. The typical man who seemed sure of himself and always got what he wanted. In my case, as almost always when I see myself harassed, I jump on the defensive.

-Thank you very much for having found the pendant, really, I really appreciate it but you don't have to invite me to that drink. I don't want to waste your time but I am a married woman. I'm sure you have many other girls to invite tonight - and with that said I wanted to leave there in search of Laura to end the party. I had already had too many emotions.

But again that man with extremely tanned skin, whose smile had the whitest teeth I had ever seen and slightly greased hair, anticipating my reaction said:

-That you are a happily married lady I did no doubt from the first moment I saw you...- he said as he took my hand and as a royal bow he gave me a kiss on the torso, right where my engagement ring was.

"... but at least you could tell me your name before rejecting my invitation," he said as he sat on the bed and, without letting go of my hand, made instructions for me to sit next to him on the cushion. Inevitably I had no choice but to follow his gestures and end up sitting next to him.

-Okay, you win-. I introduced myself and accepted his invitation while I sat down on the couch next to him and he bent my will, making me change my mind.

As if everything had been orchestrated, as soon as I sat down, a waiter appeared with a champagne bucket and a bottle of Krug Grande Cuvee, then he proceeded to uncork the bottle and do the honors of serving the two glasses. I was impressed, I had looked at the menu when I sat down with Laura and that bottle cost more than 400 euros, much more than the Moët on the invitation.

-I had been told that you and your friend had ordered champagne, I thought you would like it- he said again with a concealed accent, clinking his glass with mine, starting the toast. We both drank the first sip without stopping to look at each other in the eyes, defiant, as if accepting some mysterious challenge. From the way he toasted me and led me to that first drink, I could tell he was trying to flirt with me.

It was evident from his gestures that he was trying to seduce me despite having let him know that I was married and without the slightest intention of being unfaithful to my husband. He didn't seem to care. Plus, his tactics were clear: he was trying to impress me.

"Careful Sara, you are playing at a different level than you are used to," I told myself mentally as I accepted his invitation and took the first sip of the very expensive champagne without taking my eyes off the guy.

I looked at him, he looked at me. "Why would a guy like him invite a woman like me?" I asked myself as I savored the champagne in amid of a silence that intrigued me.

I admit that I accepted his invitation and tried to justify myself partly because I was curious to guess his intentions, on the other hand, because he made me feel unique for being chosen among so many cute girls and finally because, thinking about it, his company could be the best thing that could happen to me on that absurd night, at least until I found Laura. Besides, I was curious and it could be interesting to know how he had gotten the watch that he wore like a trophy on his wrist or to know how he could afford such an expensive bottle.

- I see that you have informed yourself very well- I interrupted the silence somewhat nervous and worried about the situation while I observed him more closely and handed him my glass so that he could refill it again.

- Oh, no..., simply when I found the pendant I asked the waiter who comes to serve the beds about the people who had reserved the bed next to me, and that is when I was able to know that it must belong to one of the two beautiful ladies that he had served- he said explaining himself with his peculiar accent and a smile on his sunny face.

I looked at him while he explained himself. I deduced that he was the typical man who handled information well, it was also noticeable that he was used to everyone obeying him and especially that no woman refused him. He emanated wealth, hard features, dominant... in short, a real seducer, well-looking, even handsome, older than me but interesting. Again I wondered about his intentions while I looked him defiantly in the eyes. A look that he always returned to me. I wondered if what he said was true, but above all I wondered if what he wanted was to seduce me and sleep with me.

-Let me guess, I suppose you gave the waiter a good tip for informing you...- I

interrupted my sentence to cross my legs trying to accommodate myself, of course he didn't miss any detail of my maneuver while I continued with my argument. His gaze met mine, I caught him looking at my legs caught in my previous gesture and of course he was happy that I drank quickly.

- Well to be honest you and your friend look spectacular. It's hard not to notice you. Above all you, you look very pretty tonight- he confessed, also finishing his glass to refill it again.

-You may be right, I got carried away by my companion's enthusiasm, it was she who convinced me to wear her dress and get ready, if it had been up to me I would have come in jeans- I explained to him while I refilled my glass.

- Now I understand... I just ruined a girls' night- he wanted to know.

- That's what I thought too, but to be honest with you right now I don't know where my friend is- I continued the conversation.

-At least... are you staying together? I guess- she continued asking questions.

-Oh no, she came from a hotel, we are work colleagues, and I've been in an apartment with my husband and son for a few days- I suddenly had the feeling that I was giving too much information to a guy who seemed to know how to handle it well.

-Wait, wait... let me get this straight... so... your husband doesn't know that you're here and that you dressed so spectacularly for this occasion?- she asked as she poured her drink.

Then a playful drop of condensation from the bottle fell on my knee, or rather, between my knee and half of my neglected thigh up to the beginning of my skirt. Hugo quickly removed it with the same napkin that covered the cava in a gesture of chivalry. His innocent touch made my skin crawl, time seemed to stop, and the conversation was interrupted for a fraction of a second. I looked at him again and he looked at me. His black eyes were fixed on mine.

- Of course, my husband knows I'm here with my friend. But look how simple you men are. How important is that? Is there nothing wrong with that? To start with, it was fun trying on my friend's dresses, for us trying on clothes is like a game. And yes, you're right, I liked seeing myself... how did you say... spectacular? Well, yes, I like it from time to time. Don't you like to dress up from time to time? I don't know, put on a suit, new clothes... - I answered trying to make him understand that even though it could attract attention, it had nothing to do with fidelity to my husband..- I suppose you're right. I'm sorry for being so "simple" - he said with a certain "rin tin tin" in his intonation, slightly offended by my words but still observing me in each of my gestures.

-I'm sorry for being so simple but then... what does a woman who dresses so spectacularly expect from a night like this? - he asked me now something more serious.

"Just having fun," I responded while I smiled sweetly at him, trying to make him understand that he had nothing to do with me, that I was happily married, and that if what he wanted was to sleep with me, he was wasting his time.

His attitude suddenly changed.

- Gosh, you don't know how happy I am to hear you say that, better that it is like that, you make me feel calmer, for a moment I thought that your friend and you had come to hunt for some guy who would keep you for life. Believe me, these clubs are full of women who are hustlers. Now it is clear to me that you are happily married and what you are looking for is just to have a good time. You know... I also went out to have fun and nothing more, I'm glad we have something in common and that I don't have to worry about your intentions - he said more relaxed while signaling the waiter to serve us another bottle of Krug.

- Well, I'm also glad to know that we're just looking to have fun tonight, for a moment I thought you were trying to have sex with me - I was also sincere as I collided my glass with his by way of toast rushing it in one gulp before the second bottle was brought.

We both drank while looking into each other's eyes. Eyes that were challenging each other again.

-You are very cheeky, Jack, although you say another thing I know you want to have sex with me, but you are lucky tonight that your company is the best thing that can happen to me on this absurd night and you are lucky too that the champagne is great, and otherwise than at the expense of your company I could not afford it- I thought as I looked into his eyes and tasted the wonderful broth. Despite her words, her gaze was stripping me from top to bottom. I was convinced that he wanted to seduce me, take me to bed, and have sex with me.

He denied it, but it was too obvious.

I admit that it aroused my curiosity, I liked the game. To fool around with him, to check his contradictions. Was he really rich or was he just bluffing?. Doubts, doubts, doubts,... I wanted to satisfy at least my curiosity, so after a few brief polite comments I began to want to know about him.

- So..., are you from around here?, do you come often.?- I asked at one point in the conversation.

-Not really, I was born in a small village in the UK, and my parents were both born in Spain and that's why I have dual citizenship, but to be honest, I'm not sure where I'm from, most of my life I spend traveling from place to place - he replied.

In those, he refilled my cup and we took the opportunity to change the subject. So I could know that he was an entrepreneur of an auxiliary company of the automotive world and that apparently, he was doing quite well. Divorced, currently -single- as he liked to define himself, without children, and little else, because in the exchange of questions, unlike the rest of the men, he liked to listen better than to brag.

Among other things we started chatting about the club and about the different clothes that each one was wearing. It was quite interesting. We laughed at how many girls were there showing off their charms and how many men were standing around not knowing what to do. Until little by little I started talking about myself.

That's how he was able to find out more details about my monotonous life as a housewife and office worker without any projection in a multinational. I was telling him about my life and I felt sorry for myself when I recognized that my existence lacked any incentive. We had reached the worst moment of the night. I kept talking about my husband, my son, and my problems. From time to time he put his hand on my knee to encourage me, a gesture of humanity that I thanked him for in those moments. I guess I didn't mind when in an affectionate gesture he took me by the hand and told me:

- Would you like to dance?- he asked as we were finishing our second bottle and diverted attention of my tragic life and how much I was lecturing him.

-I'm convinced that many men will be jealous to see me dancing with a woman as incredibly sexy as you- he concluded to cheer me up while I was thinking about it.

-Sexy, did he say sexy, he still looked me sexy despite i was sermoning of my life- I thought as we got on the dance floor. I admit that he was able to cheer me up with his compliments after my little slump. It seemed incredible to me that that man wanted to continue the night with me after releasing a good drama with my problems.

To top it off Jack was a good dancer. He had everything. From time to time he held my hands to dance, although it was also a way of indicating to the rest of the -machos- of the disco that I was with him and to do the favor of not disturbing.

For my part, I made an effort to show myself -sexy- and dance provocatively for him. I had managed to lift my spirits and it was the least I could do for that man. It was curious that recovering my dignity as a woman meant showing me as an object of exhibition to other guys. It was noticeable that he liked to show me to the other men as my company and I tried to satisfy his ego in gratitude for putting up with me. Apart from all that nonsense, I frankly enjoyed his company.

It's been a long time since I've enjoyed dancing with a man so much. Maybe since college. My husband never dances, he always stays at the bar counter. Jack was different in that sense. He had managed to cheer me up after having highlighted my boring and vulgar existence and both he and I liked to enjoy that I was so spectacular and sexy at those moments.

Inevitably, with the turns and passes, the touches and caresses followed each other. I had never worn a dress with a bare back, and the only thing I remember was the shiver that the touch of her hand on my skin was causing in my body. If he caressed me in the lower area of my back because he came close to touch my ass and if he did it in the upper area because he rubbed the beginning of my breasts from the back. In addition, it became clear that although at the beginning of the dances, he let me take the initiative, with the course of the music, it was he who gradually imposed his style. He had everything coldly calculated. I think it was precisely that feeling of letting myself go and dominate, with which he was gradually taking me to his territory. Jack was a good seducer, both on and off the dance floor.

I remember that in a certain song, I started to twerk and move my ass in a vulgar way in front of him. That made him nervous instead. I enjoyed watching him lose control. Unintentionally, at the end of the song I could notice his member rubbing my ass.

Suddenly I started sweating too. The rubbing of her private parts in my ass produced an uncontrollable heat that suddenly took over my body while Jack hugged me from behind. She was suffocated and hot from having her body glued to mine. Then I could feel it, my body had reacted with a familiar preparatory wetting in my panties. I knew that feeling and I had to stop it. That guy had managed to make my body react contrary to my feelings. Jack was an excellent company, but I was afraid when I realized the alert that my body was sending.

That uncontrollable part of my body that only I was able to notice. I thought it was time to stop.

-Why don't we go over to the bar for a drink? I'm sweaty and I'm thirsty. I needed a break after so much caressing and subtle rubbing, intoxicated by dancing. But above all, I needed to stop the stimuli. I think even Jack thanked me, the friction of our bodies led us to a tense moment.

As soon as I got to the bar I settled on one of those high stools while Jack ordered the drinks. The heels were killing me. He preferred to stand next to me.

-A gin tonic and a mojito- he ordered.

Shortly after clashing our glasses and toasting he put his hand gently on my knee while we chatted about nonsense. I had already done it before on the couch while I was telling him my sorrows and that's why I didn't want to take it away his hand from him. But I recognized that his hand on my thigh accelerated the moisture that had arisen between my legs. I had to make an effort to put the feelings aside and focus on the conversation.

Jack was making me feel good.

It was nice the degree of complicity between the two. I was enjoying his company. Now it was he who was telling me funny anecdotes from his life. He made me laugh. The alcohol intake helped in part. I guess I was distracted for a while with no real notion of time until... until I wanted to realize that his hand was caressing not only my knee, but it was sliding little by little caressing my thigh. Suddenly, the spark between us was gone and the moisture returned to my panties. I was immersed in a roller coaster where my sensations and feelings went up and down

in fractions of a second.

I stared at his hand on my leg.

My body became tense when I realized that that hand was not caressing me as innocently as I thought. Jack was getting excited checking the softness of the skin on my leg. Like a good seducer, Jack realized that until that moment I had consented to his caress without paying more attention, innocent and unconscious, but from that look, that caress changed everything. I looked at him again, he looked at me, and without knowing why I smiled at him.

I smiled at him and that was enough for him to dare with all the chutzpah in the world to slide his hand down my leg to the beginning of the fabric of my skirt. It tickled me at the same time that a shiver ran through my body. The tickling made me smile again and he interpreted it as if he could go beyond the limit of the skirt. His hand even got lost under my skirt in a statement of intentions. I had to cross and uncross my legs to catch his hand between my thighs. I could not condone his brazen maneuver in such a conspicuous position in the middle of the bar in full view of the whole world.

I had the feeling that his hand was like a hot iron trapped between two pieces of butter. It gave off a heat that burned in the middle of my thighs. I could feel once again that moisturizing feeling in my panties already uncontrollable. I was in that state where you smell it yourself. I was soaking wet down there. Luckily my phone rang breaking the situation. When I opened the bag, I realized that it was my husband who was calling. Suddenly Jack and I were two different beings again.

-Jack, I have to leave for a moment. My husband is calling me- I excused myself as I got to my feet to get away from the bar and the noise.

I moved several meters away from Jack while wondering how I could handle the situation. On the one hand my husband who claimed me; the typical thing about it's too late, come soon, our son asks for you, and all the hidden jealousy phrases typical of these situations.

Of course, while talking to my husband on the phone I was hesitating between staying or leaving. Staying because frankly, I was having a good time despite the somewhat awkward situation with Jack just before the call. Besides I didn't know anything about Laura yet and I had to track her down. To leave, because maybe the arguments I was hearing from my husband were reasonable and that was enough for that night. I had already had my adrenaline fix for that night.

While I was talking to my husband I could see Jack indicating to me that he was heading back towards the Balinese bed where a waiter was hurrying to prepare another bottle of champagne. Definitely a tempting offer. Especially, because my husband started getting jealous and spoiled the moment with his special skill.

There have been enough sweet words on her part and I would have left that club and shot home to make love with him. To be honest with myself I was horny and I needed to fuck with him. But it is enough to be told what I have to do for me to do the opposite.

-You'd better come home. You have a son who claims you- he put the kid as an excuse. What a way to spoil it away!!. I would have made love to him until he was exhausted, but as almost always he just screwed up to the bottom.

So somewhat annoyed with my husband I decided to come back and have another glass of Krug with Jack at least until Laura showed up. The last thing I wanted after all was to come home dressed so "spectacularly" that my husband would give me another hard time after the call. The conversation with my husband ended badly. He didn't ask me to come back, he ordered it for me and in the meanest and most miserable way that he could do it. There is nothing that I know worse than me. Come on, if before the conversation I was hesitating between staying or leaving, now I already had it clear.

Before going to Jack, I needed to go through the bathroom, calm down, and see if I could find Laura on the way. It was while urinating that I noticed a warm spot on my panties. It was impossible. I was surprised with myself. I fixed myself again a little in front of the mirror. I didn't want to run back to Jack either, I wanted him to suffer from impatience. I liked being naughty and knowing that I had the power over that man.

While I was doing my hair and touching up my lipstick I kept thinking about what I had just checked in my thong. I needed to reason it out: the alcohol, the rubbing, the caresses, the looks, the environment, the situation, the perfume, his presence, his authority... it was all hormonal chemistry, just chemistry, no feeling. My feelings for my husband were clear. Jack was just an entertainment until I found Laura. I considered the wetness of my thong as collateral damage and nothing more.

I came back to Jack a little nervous and excited, thinking: -God, but why am I doing this.-. I immediately found the answer. Simply because to be dressed so spectacularly in a club was beyond crazy for a married woman like me. And if there's one thing I love doing in this world, it's those little crazy things. I took it as a game. Besides, who doesn't like to feel flattered?, in that sense Jack knew how to make you feel like a real princess and in those moments I needed it.

Already in the distance, I could see that Jack was fixing his gaze on my legs as I walked to his position. No doubt he had to guess my figure by the light with through thin fabric of the dress. I could see his desire in her gaze as I approached. He looked smiling and sure of his chances when he saw that the married woman he had been courting all night was returning after shamelessly stroking his legs and chatting with her husband.

He´d think I'd come back ready to have sex with him.

Poor thing. If only he knew how much I loved playing with him! The only thing that attracted me was the danger. The challenge. The adrenaline rush of knowing that sooner or later I would have to reject Jack once again because I'm sure he would try something with me. How? When? Curiosity could be more than sanity. That seemed to be the game.

As soon as I got to his position he got up to take me by the hand and help me to sit next to him, all very much in a gallant way, I waited a few moments before saying a word:

-Hey, Jack, I'm sorry, I had to take that call,- I pronounced trying to apologize for keeping him waiting.

- It doesn't matter, you know... me good to see you, for a moment I thought you had left - he said as he refilled the glasses.

Jack stood there thinking about his luck, smiled, and looked at me. I'm sure that after my return he was mentally taking off my dress and taking me to bed. Soon we had that drink and then we continued talking for about twenty minutes or so, drinking and why not flirting with each other. So far everything is more or less according to my plans. Jack was a man of easy and pleasant conversation.

At some point, I must have wondered what it would be like to be in bed with him. I was starting to find him attractive. Mature, he should have had his accumulated experiences. He slipped roguishly his hand on my knee which I surprised by caressing me from time to time. Our glances crossed several times at the point where his hand was checking the softness of my skin. I knew that going beyond reasonable limits would spoil the evening again and that's why he was restrained, which I was grateful for. Jack used to tell me funny anecdotes making me laugh. I felt happy and for a while, he managed to make me forget about my problems.

I don't know how or why, but at one point he told me that he met a woman who only reached orgasm if she had her shoes on. Any kind of shoes but with shoes. His way of telling it was hilarious. Among other things because I was unaware of this fetish in women. I thought fetishes were a man's thing. It was at that moment that I began to mentally wonder how many women that guy could have slept with. I looked at him carefully, he seemed like a strong guy. I wanted to imagine him as a male who liked to hard fuck women. Something selfish, one of those who seek their pleasure, they leave you halfway, and then if I've seen you I don't remember. I was half convinced that for Jack women were just a trophy. I didn't see him as a tender man in bed but quite the opposite.

My crazy little head wanted me to imagine that man using my body for his pleasure. Using me at his whim, treating me like one of his lovers. Sex and only sex. No cuddling, no sweetness, and no affection. Just my body and its pleasure. Unintentionally, the caresses of his hand on my leg were matched by my hand on his immaculate white linen trousers. At the same time, I realized that I had crossed and uncrossed my legs a couple of times while having this kind of thought.

Something had given me away. Somehow Jack knew how to interpret my gestures. He knew the women and he proved it. Sure of guessing my thoughts Jack gulped down his glass and stared at me. While one hand went up my leg the other hand turned my face to caress my face gently under the chin and kiss me on the lips.

As soon as I noticed the pressure of his lips I withdrew my mouth while wrapping him by his wrist preventing the progress of his hand under my skirt. Among other reasons to make sure I didn't discover the wetness of my panties.

- I..., I..., I'm sorry- he apologized, babbling like a small child that broke a toy when he saw my reaction and checked that he had made a mistake. I stopped him. I wasn't ready to be unfaithful to my husband.

-I think I've had enough to drink, I'd better go home - I pronounced looking this way and that fearing that someone I know had seen us.

And the truth is that while I was pronouncing these words I realized that I didn't want the night to end and even less in that way. To tell the truth, I didn't mind him kissing me. Moreover, the contact of his lips seemed pleasant. Really what I was afraid was that someone I knew had seen us.

Jack as always seemed to read my thoughts and guess my concerns. Perhaps by my gesture of looking to one side and to the other I showed him my fear, because again he knew how to interpret the situation very well. I made his mistake clear to him.

-I'm sorry I ruined it, how about if we come to my car I'll leave you a card and we'll meet on another occasion that we can match?. I'd like to see you some other time. You told me that you often spent the summer here and that you had come in your friend's car, I can bring you closer to home or wherever you tell me- he suggested me to end the evening.

That seemed like a good ending to me.

As it seemed like a good idea, I nodded timidly and dubiously. Jack took me by the hand until the exit behaving at all times again like a real gentleman, then he made a gesture to the valet who immediately disappeared to appear at the wheel of a spectacular Porsche Panamera.

Frankly, I was impressed when another doorman at the place opened the door of the car for me. Although since he tried to kiss me the silence took over between us, seeing such a carriage appear led me to ask:

- Is this car yours?- I questioned hallucinating. He made me feel special again, the princess of the tale. He knew it, he knew how to carry the moments.

-Yes, it is, get in,- he said settling behind the wheel without giving the slightest importance to his car.

- Are you trying to impress me?- I asked as soon as I got upstairs.

-It shows so much?- he pronounced provoking laughter from both by the way he said it starting the vehicle.

At the first traffic light, I took the opportunity to send a WhatsApp to Laura.

-I haven't seen you for quite a while. I'm going home. Give me OK as soon as you can-

His answer came to me immediately.

-Sorry, I'm already at the hotel. ok-

-Alone?-

I wanted to know.

-With Company-

-Do I know him?-

-I'm with Carlos and Miguel. Are you encouraged?-

-I think not-

-It's your loss, I'm going to have a great time with these two-

-I'll stop by in a little while to get my things before I go home. I'll let you know before-

I wrote to her worried about picking up my clothes and informing her that I was giving her some time to do what God knows she was going to do with those two boys.

-Are you sure don't want to come?- he insisted.

-Better not. You have a good time. Ok. Kisses-

-Thank you -compi-

- Is everything fine?- Jack asked me when he checked that I was chatting with someone.

- Oh yes, yes, everything's fine. I was just wondering where my friend could be - I commented to her

- Is it all right?- he got worried.

- Yes- I replied while rereading the messages.

The only certain thing is that the seats of those cars fall a little low and that when I sat down my skirt had risen generously showing my legs almost to the beginning of my panties. As I had been careless chatting with Laura, I hadn't even noticed Jack's little glances at my thighs and the subtle caresses of his hands every time he touched the gearshift. I became conscious almost at the same time he stopped the car.

- Where are we?- I asked Jack once I raised my head from the mobile to check that we were at the doors of the hotel where my friend Laura was staying. For a moment I even thought if I had made a mistake in telling him the direction to approach. At that point of the night and with the alcohol ingested I was not thinking clearly. Maybe I would tell him the name of the hotel at some point and Jack would program the GPS.

Before I could get out of doubt Jack anticipated to say:

- I thought it would be a good idea to stop by my hotel for one last glass of champagne.- he waited for my answer making an effort not to look at my legs.

I looked at him doubtfully for a moment. I could check his look of desire devouring my body. I weighed the pros and cons in just a few seconds.

Wow, the room was impressive, I needed some fresh air. I admit that the views from his room were breathtaking. I approached the railing ready to contemplate the bay. Jack came up behind me and held out a new glass of champagne for me to taste.

-Take it, this is Veuve Clicquot. I hope you like it- he pronounced while offering it to me positioning himself behind my back. Despite pouring me the drink I didn't want to miss the wonderful views.

-The views are spectacular- I said while tasting the new champagne.

-They are- Jack pronounced in a clear allusion to my presence as he glued his body to mine from behind. Then he hugged me, wrapping one arm around me from behind while with the other hand, he picked up my hair to the side and gave me a couple of tender kisses on the bare skin of my shoulders.

Between the night breeze and his touch on my back, a shiver ran through my whole body. Suddenly I could feel my nipples erect and sensitive as they had never been before, till the point that it hurt the simple rubbing with the fabric of the dress. My legs were shaking and my pulse was racing.

-Jack, no, please, don't keep going that way, don't spoil it, remember that I'm married, I'm not going to let you keep going that way. Come on, please, don't spoil it - I whispered without much conviction on my part because I remained motionless in my position somehow consenting to his caresses with my passivity.

-Come on, princess, we're alone, you and I. No one sees us. I know why you are here, everything you want, what you expect and you know that only I can give it to you - he whispered in my ear from behind my body alternating his words with soft kisses on my bare shoulders for reaction to my skin and my whole body.

Nervously I took a sip of my glass paralyzed, indecisive, scared to death, and repressed desire that prevented me from reacting. Everything was happening very quickly. I was expecting more games and more time. Jack was going too fast.

-Whatever happens between us, will stay between us - he pronounced this time while his kisses climbed up the back of my neck and his body pressed me against the railing in such a way that I could feel his hardness nailed to my ass through the fabrics of our clothes.

He was very direct.

I blushed instantly as soon as I felt his member brushing against my body. I felt overwhelmed, almost harassed.

-I... this... I don't..- I hesitated as I turned to excuse myself front on with my gaze lowered to the ground because I was unable to look him in the eyes.

-Oh, yes, you do, of course that you deserve it,- he pronounced with his peculiar accent, as he lifted my face gently stroking it with his hand under my chin to steal a tender kiss on my lips. My body began to tremble, I don't know if from the cold of the night, from fear, or emotion.

- Apart from your beauty I don't know the reason why fate has put us in front of each other tonight, but don't waste this opportunity - he said stealing me a couple of beaks in my mouth at my passivity. Inevitably the touch of his lips caused the little judgment I had left to get out of my control.

-Jack I can't remember I'm married and I wouldn't want to... - he didn't let me finish the sentence, this time he kissed me with his tongue and put his arms around me in a totally daring and determined gesture.

I was paralyzed and unable to think coherently.

Wasn't that what I had been waiting for all night? What was I supposed to do now ¿run away? No, no, no... it was the only thing I could think about. Not to run away, not to what was happening, not to go home dressed like that, not to her kisses, at least not for now, no, no, not to everything. Not at that moment, maybe in another way, not so hasty... NO!.

Things were happening faster than I was able to assimilate and reason. While my little head denied the events, without knowing how or why, the truth is that my mouth unconsciously corresponded to his kisses. Because the truth is that Jack was a very good kisser, frankly he was taking me where he wanted. I could feel my nipples on end and the incipient wetness in my panties while his tongue explored my mouth. Every second counted. Jack knew that.

Against the balcony railing, under the stars, in the moonlight, I was unable to resist when his hand landed directly on my ass and he started massaging my buttocks as if his life depended on it. Despite all my contradictions, I felt the glory when I was kissed and rubbed that way by a stranger till the moment.

Fuck... yeah. Yes, yes, yes. ¡¡YES!!

That's what I wanted. It was clear to me now. That man was kissing me with passion. A passion that I had not experienced for a long time.

Somehow I felt special letting myself be caressed by Jack. As if by magic, any remorse that I might have had disappeared, because every one of the sensations that Jack's caresses caused me were pleasant. Surely the dopamine secreted by my body exploded in every crevice of my soul winning the battle for consciousness. Desire, force, danger, confusion, temptation, fantasy... I could not define the amount of sudden feelings at that moment but I was unable to stop what was happening. Even for a moment, I stopped feeling like the princess of the fairy tale to transform into the bad girl of the movie. I liked it too.

Little by little I became aware that he was kissing and groping me with another man who was not my husband. It made me feel like a sow, very sow, even the word bitch would cross my mind at those moments. Another part of me instead tried to justify itself by claiming that at the moment it was just kisses and caresses, it still could not be considered infidelity to my husband.

I was starting to think that I would have to stop it somehow or else it would get out of hand.

Talking about the hands... Unintentionally the champagne glass slipped from my hand unable to hold it due to nerves and fell to the ground breaking into pieces. Not even the noise managed to distract Jack from his goal, which pressed me even more against the railing, now digging his hardness into my belly evidencing that it was me and only me, everything that mattered to him at that moment.

Moreover, he was rubbing my ass so hard, he was clinging to my buttocks so much, that in one of those maneuvers, he stuck his fingers so deep into my rears that if it weren't for the clothes he would be inserting a finger in my anus. I swear I've never been caressed with such passion, it's more to feel his finger pressing against my sphincter caused me to go crazy. This topic was taboo with my husband because we both considered it unhygienic and yet at that time the mere fact of knowing that this man would not hesitate in the slightest to put a finger up my ass made me lose my mind besides making me feel like a tremendous slut.

Moreover, by the way, he stuck his hands on my buttocks it seemed that it was his real intention not to be for the clothes that prevented him.

A shy moan must have escaped from my mouth while my legs were weak from imagining that it could happen. As I was leaning with my back against the railing and also perceived a certain vertigo and danger, in order not to fall I put my arms around his neck while I wanted to take the initiative in the war of tongues that was unleashed in our mouths. Jack turned his mouth away from me from time to time to kiss me on the neck, my cleavage, my cheeks, my ear, and my shoulders becoming my body the object of his desire. All while groping my ass at his whim playing with his finger around my sphincter knowing that his caress drove me crazy.

I felt as slutty as I felt wanted. I was looking for his mouth in the game. He was looking for my body. Suddenly he stopped and moved away a little to look into my eyes. I was surprised by his imminent termination. Our gazes crossed. He checked in the brightness of my eyes my desire. Again he came to me pulling my hair aside urgently to run his tongue down my bare neck, lick my little ear, and down my neck again to play with his tongue intentionally looking for the strap of my dress. When I felt his tongue running down my neck I wet my panties instantly. In those moments I was all his. I admit that the tongue around my neck made me even more bristly. My husband had never licked me like that before. Come on, with my husband no licking, no kissing, no groping. It was clear that Jack wanted to savor every pore of my skin.

While Jack kissed my shoulders and nibbled on my neck he dared to slip one of the straps revealing the top of the dress and baring one of my breasts. He descended with his tongue from the shoulder down my cleavage without ceasing to taste my skin for a single moment, until reaching that area where the bikini top made the skin of my breast change color. He delayed sucking my nipple to my despair.

-Uhmmm, yessss- I moaned loudly when my breast was inserted into his mouth.

I liked to hold him tight by the hair while his tongue played with my nipple. I have always been very sensitive to the breasts and feeling the warm breath of her mouth in contrast to the night breeze stimulated the unthinkable sensations that my body experienced on that balcony.

Oh God, I was out of control.

It was all so pleasant that I was unable to stop it. For a moment I thought about my husband again, poor thing, I felt sorry for him but in those moments I didn't care, rather, I could feel the desire to see how another man who wasn't him enjoyed the taste and tenderness of my breast. What's more, I pulled down the other strap of my dress myself, inviting him to alternate one breast and the other. It was my way of letting him know that he could do with me whatever he wanted. He ate my breasts with real desire and that turned me on. I was a thousand away from seeing that man devouring my tits like that.

He played at his whim with my breasts.

He sucked them with his mouth open like a fish swallowing a smaller one, massaged them, pinched me between his fingers, sucked him, and moved his tongue around, up, down, side to side,... oh my god, he was going to get me to cum just because of the way he played with my nipples.

Suddenly he stopped.

Again he wanted to check the brightness of my eyes: he found it. Without the slightest word, he pulled my body by the wrist and dragged me inside the suite. He put me with my back to a three-piece armchair near the window on which I could lean slightly. Always maintaining a certain distance between our bodies. He pulled down the top of my dress to devote herself to contemplating my naked and exposed breasts. He checked his movement up and down to the beat of my agitated breathing. He was delighted to see me so excited and for a few moments we fell into an absurd feedback loop, the more he looked at me the more he excited me, and vice versa.

-They are beautiful - he pronounced very excitedly at the same time that he approached from the front to my position, inserted his hand between my legs, ascended caressing my thighs until lifting without asking the slightest permission the skirt of the dress and daring to caress me all over the pussy above the panties.

All in just an instant.

-I've been wanting all night for this,- she said as she checked the incipient wetness between my legs and stroked me over my panties. A shiver ran through my whole body from bottom to top as soon as I felt his hand on my pussy. No one other than my husband had touched me there in a lot of time and much less in that way so brusquely, so violently, without permission but above all with such determination. As if my sex was his, belonged to him and he could take it whenever he wanted.

Oh my God. He's doing with me what he wanted.

He looked me straight in the eyes to check my excitement and with all the impudence in the world grabbed my panties by the side with two hands and looking for the seams he tore them first on one side and then on the other. He ripped them from my body with total passivity on my part. He threw them to the ground in anger and without giving me the option to refuse then he penetrated me with a finger without the slightest doubt that I would accept it.

-Uhmmm- I opened my eyes like dishes and moaned loudly as I checked how his finger was delving into my insides. Since my boyfriend with my current husband, no one has given me a finger, and less so in such a direct and possessive way. I felt like a teenager, I remembered when my previous boyfriends made me some finger between the portals of houses before coming to my home. To avoid looking Jack in the eyes embarrassed by my docility I dedicated myself to contemplating the image of my panties on the floor while I arched my body facilitating him the task of penetrating me with her fingers. By that time there were already two fingers that opened my vaginal lips. Neither of us said anything, we just looked at each other while I let me fuck through his fingers. Then I could see it in her eyes...

-That's it, you're already mine, and I'm going to fuck you as you deserve- I guessed her thoughts as our gazes challenged each other once more in the night.

-Bastard- I thought

-I don't know how you make it so easy, son of a bitch, but you did it- I challenged him with my eyes.

-I hope it's worth it- I begged with my eyes riveted on his looking for my need to end with an orgasm.

After rejoicing with my easiness he fixes the sight of my naked breasts again. Gently he pushed aside the hair that covered my face to enjoy with my pleasure grimaces. He pinched me on one nipple again, while he bent down to suck me the other. I admit that I was completely lost in the madness of the moment. My pussy gradually adapted to his fingers with which he tried to reach the deepest part of my being while his mouth drooled over my breasts. Of course, I felt strange, exposed, and given to that stranger. My body a while ago that had exceeded that limit in which there is no going back and you need to culminate in an orgasm whatever it is.

Jack knew that.

His movements and his kisses became more and more abrupt and violent. The splash of his hand in my pussy began to be heard, and his fingers were entering and leaving my being penetrating me with force. I was breaking my soul and my principles had sunk into my inside next to his fingers. I was unable to stop him because if he continued like this I would run me in seconds. His rough treatment, his drive, and his desire to possess me were bending me to his will.

Oh my God. If he continued touching me like this I would cum

I was going to cum in the hands of another man who was not my husband. I remembered him. Now I was beginning to understand that I was being unfaithful to my husband, at least I was clear that I should not tell him anything if I wanted to preserve my marriage and the happiness of my son.

It was going to be my secret for life.

Contrary to all my principles, that feeling of guilt was not so intense in me either. At least the feeling of sin was much more pleasant. I was very sorry for my husband but I didn't feel guilty about enjoying my infidelity, I felt satisfactorily something slutty and I felt well used at the whim of the man in front of me. He made me lose the little reason and dignity that I had left for my pleasure.

Jack was watching me and as if guessing my thoughts again he took me by the hand in which I was wearing my engagement ring. After kissing my torso tenderly right in my wedding band, he guided my hand to his crotch forcing me to caress his cock over the pants. I could feel his cock, it was hard, very hard, and trapped in his pants.

Fuck, it's have been a long time since I touched another cock other than my husband's.

It was indescribable to feel it throbbing in my hands. I liked being able to caress his cock and without the slightest modesty, enjoying the moment, I began to move my hand instinctively up and down checking its hardness and its size.

-That's fine, so, do you like it?- he guided me and incited me to touch him over the pants for the excitement of both.

Jack was gradually transforming. As his degree of excitement increased, he became more abrupt, losing that initial chivalry and elegance. He was puzzling me. I understood it, the desire was changing me too. I couldn't help but act like an easy whore. I slid my fingers slowly along his erection. He could feel it through the thin fabric of his trousers. She was long and thick, and I felt her tempting as we kissed at the same time he rubbed my pussy with her fingers. Suddenly... I was not able to avoid it:

- Jack- I whispered his name between gasps.

-I don't know how you got it but I cum - I mumbled in a choppy voice before a first spasm ran through my body.

- Fuck yes..., I cuuuum, I cummmm- I warned as I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my pleasure. My body was jerking back and forth as my belly contracted along with the breathing and movement of my boobs. Jack stopped any kind of caress to delight himself with my orgasm. I didn't want to miss a single detail of my pleasure grimaces and my convulsions. He wanted to check every detail of my body's actions.

- Yes, yesss yeeeesss- this time a shiver ran down my dorsal from bottom to top making me move my hips back and forth looking for his fingers while my legs trembled.

-Oh my god, I fucking cum. So soon.-I mentally thought with the last jolt of my body as I opened my eyes and caught my breath. Jack kept looking at me or rather admiring me. He delighted in my gestures. My face was meant to be a poem. Contemplating my orgasm was a victory in his pride for a man like him. I, on the other hand, felt ashamed.

- You look beautiful right now - he pronounced while holding my face with two hands and giving me a somewhat dirty kiss with tongue in my mouth. Of course, his attitude was direct, demanding, and domineering. He knew what he wanted and he took it. In those moments it was clear to me that I was the object of his desires and I was there to please him. He could ask me anything he wanted that I would gladly accept. And of course, Jack knew that.

- Are you okay?- he asked me checking that I was recovering.

-Uhm, uhm- I nodded without daring to utter a word embarrassed for having cum so soon.

-Can you do me a favor?- he argued playing with my hair down the back of my head.

-Uhm, uhm- I answered again without wanting to pronounce a clear -yes- fearing what he was going to propose to me.

-You know what I want,- he pronounced pulling my hair into a ponytail-like and exerting some pressure so that I bent down. I do not know why, but he was right, I was hot and unleashed enough to want to please him, but mostly I was tempted to know what his cock would be like. With another deep kiss, with closed eyes letting me penetrate with his tongue in my mouth, I mischievously yielded to his pretensions and slowly unbuttoned the cord that held his pants at the waist ready to satisfy my curiosity and his urgency.

I knew that if he unbuttoned his pants and released that monster then whatever would happen. Despite my inexperience, I was willing to do it, I needed to see it with my own eyes despite knowing that I would have to pay a price. Of course, I would have to eat his member. It didn't seem such a bad idea to end the night watching that man ejaculate. Watching a man splash his sperm has always turned me on. It's like a magical moment for me. A fleeting thought made me remember my husband again, this time with some clarity. So far it was just a kind of regret in my head.

-I'm so sorry-- I thought, but I needed to do what I was doing. I needed to suck it off that man who was now at my mercy. I needed to give Jack back the pleasure he had given me. For my marriage, I didn't feel guilty about anything because I took it for granted that everything would end with fellatio. Without penetration, everything would be a simple memory to keep secret and nothing more.

So there I was, ready to blow Jack and end that unspeakable night so far. I planned it in such a way that, if like my husband, Jack needed a recovery time after ejaculating, that would be the moment when I would excuse myself, get dressed and everything would conclude in a way to remember my whole life. I just know that while I was thinking about it at the same time I felt very slutty stripping a whole man of his age. Despite remembering my husband, I couldn't resist the temptation to enjoy my mischief.

I was like a goddess playing with men's earthly feelings.

-Do you want me to blow you?- I asked him in a half voice in a very slutty plan surprising myself for the excitement of both, his and mine. Jack just looked at me contemplating the moment, enjoying that I behaved in such a vulgar way. I swallowed knowing what was coming, trying to chase away that strange feeling of guilt and lewdness. But I wanted more, I was ready for more, I needed more from that man. I needed something different from a lifetime of routine. I needed another different sex, something more animal, more passionate, and of course, Jack was leading me on the right path.

-Please, can you get down on your knees? - he uttered to my irritation, trying to provoke me to immediately kiss me on the mouth again and put my hair in a ponytail. He exerted some pressure using his strength to make me kneel at his feet on the ground.

It was clear what he intended.

I would have preferred him to take me to bed, or at least to do it in a somewhat more comfortable position. For a moment I considered the option of refusing his claims. Jack, as if guessing my doubts, put more pressure on my ponytailed hair and forced me to kneel at his feet. It was clear what he wanted and how he wanted it. Again I thought about telling him to go to bed or heading to the bedroom myself without spoiling the moment with words, making him understand that it could be something more romantic, but I couldn't. Jack demanded my kind of payment, and it was clear that he wanted me to suck it kneeling at his feet. He was starting to pull at the root of my hair and hurt me.

-Did you want something different, no? Then start,- I said to myself.

So without stopping looking into his eyes, I knelt at his feet. One way or another, at that point in the movie I decided that I was going to satisfy that man. I remember that my knees hurt and the first sensations were somewhat humiliating for my ego. But contrary to those feelings I was curious to discover before my eyes Jack's cock.

Never before has a man cummed in my mouth Every time I got ready to go out partying with friends, I hadn't even come to believe that possibility would happen before tonight, but this crazy seduction and provocation game with which I had been fooling around all night had attracted and completely conquered me, had trapped me and I needed to come to its conclusion. I needed to see how Jack was cumming, I needed to see how that man ejaculated in the same way that he had contemplated my orgasm.

So there I was, kneeling at the feet of a man about ten years older than me ready to pull down his underpants and suck his cock. I was hesitating. Was that what he wanted? I needed to convince myself while I delayed the moment. I had spent the whole night behaving so differently from who I am that now I needed to be that different person.

After Jack's desperation, I finally slipped his underpants letting them fall to the floor, and bared his penis before my eyes. His cock swung erect in front of my face. I couldn't take my eyes off the member who looked proud in front of my face.

I looked into his eyes, he looked at me. Our eyes met with his cock in the middle.

I was able to contemplate it well. Clean cock, without a lot of hair around and trimmed, well decapsulated, hard, veiny, good size, maybe a little bigger than my husband's. At that time I didn't care. What caught my attention was to see that there was hardly any contrast with the color of his skin. It made me think that Jack was sunbathing naked.

- Do you like it?- Jack asked stroking my hair with his two hands rejoicing at the moment.

-Yes,- I said as he bit my lips without being able to take my gaze off his cock. I was kind of hypnotized.

-Please don't use your hands - he ordered while arrogantly bringing his penis to my lips painted with red carmine.

With a certain modesty and modesty, I brought my mouth closer to give her a shy little kiss on the very tip of her foreskin. Suddenly his most intimate smell penetrated my nose and permeated all my retronasal organs. A strong macho smell that I knew I would adapt to penetrated my lungs, I just needed my time. After that first contact, I wanted to look him in the eyes again. I could see a Jack rejoicing at my modesty and writhing with impatience. No doubt he was excited to see that despite being a married woman my ability to practice oral sex was null or scarce. Jack was not a fool, and he deduced that although sucking a man's dick was not what I liked the most, I had agreed to eat him instead. I wanted to make him understand that I was ready to satisfy him.

-Come on Jack, say it, say what you have to say, you don't have to be nice to me- I pronounced as I grabbed onto his hips so as not to fall and I decided to lick his cock in all its length, from the base to the tip. Like this a couple of times. From the bottom up and the top down. I intentionally avoided putting his cock in my mouth. I wanted to make Jack desperate to the point of making him lose his education.

- Suck it- he ordered at last and I agreed.

I checked its slightly salty and bitter taste at the same time just before inserting just his little dot inside my mouth and started playing with my tongue in the folds of his foreskin.

-Do you like it?, Do you like the way I suck on you?- I wanted to provoke him.

- Uhm, yees- a groan escaped from his mouth. It turned me on that he got turned on and I agreed to put a little more of his cock in my mouth.

-That's good, that's it, keep going, keep sucking my cock- he replied giving me to understand that he was on the right track. I decided to make an effort to give him a good blowjob, possibly the best of my life among the few that I had done to my husband. So I grabbed his member by the base and started jerking him off at the same time nodding up and down catching his cock with my lips.

Whether I wanted to or not, the fact is that the hand with which I was shaking his cock was the hand on which my wedding ring was shining. I found that Jack was excited to contemplate the alliance between my little fingers running the length of his member. Somehow it turned him on to know that another man's demure wife was acting like a whore to him. I could appreciate his excitement by way of the palpitations that his cock gave inside my mouth.

Jack while he was entertaining himself in tangling my hair with two hands. I couldn't see myself in any mirror but I guessed myself disheveled looking like a slut.

-That's it, suck it all the way, shove it in more - he suggested as I noticed he was starting to get impatient for the way he was moving his ass against my mouth. For a moment I liked knowing that he was losing his chivalry thanks to my blowjob.

His ass.

For the first time, with my eyes closed and while I was sucking his cock, I slid the hand with which I was clinging to his hips so as not to fall to his soft and hard buttocks. I liked it, I liked stroking her ass while I sucked her. I felt dirty, slutty, a bit of a whore for enjoying that moment. I've never enjoyed it that way before. I didn't have to play any role. I could be as I wanted to be. And it was clear that Jack liked it that way. Paradoxically, I was bringing out the worst in me, which at that moment was the best thing that could happen to me.

I wanted to stop to get some air and look Jack in the eye.

I needed to see the face of the one who was transforming me. To top it off a little thread of slime stayed connecting his cock and my mouth giving me an unbearable cocksucking slut look. I looked like a random whore kneeling at his feet sucking it off. Especially, when I could notice that her venous skin was somewhat tinged with the red of my lips. As always Jack was ahead of my feelings and was one step ahead of getting more to his pleasure from my condition of unbridled wife.

- Do you like it? Would you like to blow me? I bet you also like to be treated like the slut you are... - he questioned while giving me a couple of shy slaps on each side of my face.

- Plash, plash- I've never been slapped like that before and Jack knew it. He had merely provoked the facts by waiting for my reply. He didn't do it hard, I'm sure he did it just to find out my reaction. I don't know if I liked it. It certainly made me feel humiliated and I didn't expect it. It was clear that this gesture was not intended to cause me physical pain. He was looking for an intimate pain.

Would I be willing to accept it?

In response and to try to take the initiative on my part I pounced on his cock ready to make him cum and finish as soon as possible. I tried to shove it in without much success. For a moment I doubted if I liked the drift that the facts were taking. I had never considered the possibility of being slapped even if it was without pain. I didn't expect it from someone like Jack who had shown himself like a gentleman all night. Frankly, I was baffled and determined to get it over with as quickly as possible.

Jack guessing at all times my thoughts and reactions held me by the head with his two hands and began to move his ass taking the initiative. He started fucking my mouth. With that maneuver, I was a simply open mouth in which to move his cock. I could do nothing but try to breathe. At first, her movements were short and gentle, but as he got excited he got deeper and deeper, in such a way that she came to cause me retching and nausea as well as difficulty breathing.

His cock hit the bell in my throat. I was about to throw up. I was starting to find it not pleasant. I was feeling used and humiliated. Suddenly everything had ceased to be desire and passion to become impotence and degradation. I was being handled as he pleased. To top it off, he pulled my mouth back a couple of times pulling my hair so that I would stop sucking it and dedicated himself to rubbing my cock around the face, even hitting me in the countenance with it and imparting another couple of slaps looking for my humiliation. He got it, if it was what he wanted he got it, I didn't like that anymore.

My face was supposed to be a picture of panic painted with my drool.

I tried to separate myself from him by pushing with my hands against his hip, but my resistance was useless in the face of his strength. To top it off, my attempts to pronounce any word that indicated I wasn't liking him were confused by the inevitable guttural sounds of having my mouth full of his cock. I was even close to crying thinking that it had all been a serious mistake cursing my naivety. In those moments I was a toy, an object of satisfaction. He was humiliating me. I came to feel shame and self-loathing. I would never forgive myself. I felt like my mouth was being raped against my will. My womanhood was reduced to a simple hole in which to cum that man.

-My husband- I thought of him and our marriage again. He had always been a gentle and accommodating man to me. Nothing to do with what was happening in that suite, in which for a moment I feared even for my physical integrity. Newly, as if Jack guessed my thoughts he relieved me of his pressure to let me breathe. I took a mouthful of air trying to fill my lungs. I was terrified that I had fallen into the hands of some maniac. I could not imagine that Jack would become so perverted and depraved.

-Let me guess,... your husband has never fucked your mouth like that, right?- he said granting me just the right truce before holding me back by the hair and inserting his cock deep into my throat again.

- Gloop, gloop. Glup- it was the only sound I could articulate with his cock filling my mouth.

-You know... from the first moment I saw you I wanted to fuck this little married slut mouth of yours - he confessed torturing me again without letting me breathe moving his ass and his cock inside my mouth. I do not know why his words conveyed a certain relief to me. At least he wasn't the monster I feared he might have turned out seconds earlier. I just hoped that it wouldn't take long for him to cum and end my vexation which he seemed to enjoy so much.

To my amazement, I could see that when he was about to cum the first time, he took his cock out of my mouth to delay the moment. I deduced that in some strange way that I could not understand Jack was aroused by humiliating women by subjecting them through the mouth. It was going to be the same with me. I was to be used by that man for his enjoyment. I more or less assumed my roll until the second time he gave me air he slapped my face again. This time alternating strokes with his hands and strokes with his cock.

- Do you like it? Eh., do you like how I'm fucking your mouth?- uttered aloud to his excitement and my despair. By that time I was already a toy in his hands. I wanted it all to be over with so I could get the hell out of that room. I fell into the trap of thinking that I had it well deserved for fooling around all night and I was finding my comeuppance. I even went so far as to justify my humiliation as a deserved punishment.

But no, I'm not like that, it occurred to me that I should humiliate him the same way he was doing it to me and I couldn't think of a better way than to stick a finger in his ass while he mercilessly fucked my mouth. I did it without the slightest pity, unexpectedly, and without the slightest delay. Jack didn't expect it at all.

-Oh god..., fuck yeeees, you're a real slut - he said ejaculating in my mouth at pleasure, holding me with his two hands so that I could swallow it all while holding the moment in his memory.

I managed to get away from him by freeing my mouth from his cock. The last drops of her cumshot splashed on my hair, my face, and my breasts. Once he completely cum decorating my body he moved far enough away that I couldn't torture his anus either.

- Wow..., damn.... it's been a blast - he said coming up to me to hug me. While my main concern was to recover and catch my breath, he took the opportunity to put his arms around me, help me get to my feet, and give me tender kisses on the face while trying to apologize by wiping his remains of semen on my face.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I've made you feel bad, I'm sorry, but you've probably figured out that it turns me on a lot. You had to see your face, you looked beautiful,- he said at the same time as he refilled a glass of water with a jug and was again tender with me.

- Thank you. Thank you for having endured, I'm sorry if at some point I could have been a little abrupt - he said finishing filling the glass of water and returning to being that tender and gallant person.

I tried to reach out my hand to take the glass of water he offered me.

Frankly, I needed it, but just at the moment I was going to do it he pulled it back to my amazement and asked: - May I?- he pronounced surprising me.

- What.- I asked, stunned by everything that had happened and Jack's new attitude. Frankly, I was baffled.

- I like the taste of my cock in a woman's mouth, don't you?-. And before I could do or say anything he kissed me on the mouth.

Then he offered me the glass of water again, which I managed to drink this time.

While I was drinking the glass of water it was Jack who knelt at my feet this time and stroking my thighs with two hands he pulled down my dress that was rolled up to the waist. Once completely naked he dedicated himself to contemplating my pussy a few centimeters from his face. So close that I could even appreciate the warmth of his breath on my sex. I couldn't stop thinking while drinking out of necessity from the glass of water, that Jack had taken advantage of the circumstances to completely undress me.

-Damn it, that I'm naked, completely naked in front of this guy. ¡I'm naked.-I was mentally repeating myself over and over as I contemplated him kneeling at my feet.

Maybe Jack was right, having another person kneeling at your feet causes a certain sense of power highly exciting. I looked at him, he looked at me. This time it was he who was watching from below. No doubt he was struck by the thin strip of hair that decorated my pubis. I knew what he was thinking, he imagined that to be a married woman I dedicated time to my pubic hair before leaving the house and he was right. In his ego, he'd think I'd even enjoyed the way he'd fucked my mouth. And the worst of it is that he was partly right. The more time I spent in that room the more I recognized to myself that at least no one had pushed me to those limits, both in pleasure and humiliation.

I thought about it because of his smile when he saw my naked pussy shining and soaked in fluids right in front of him.

I could read her thoughts as she watched me completely naked. I'm sure he thought he could fuck me like one more slut from his list. I wondered if he could have been just as rude to all his lovers or if had he just behaved that way to me, which led me to wonder at what moment I had made him believe that he could enjoy that way with me. When I finished drinking I offered her the empty glass of water again with the intention that she would leave it anywhere away from me. At that moment I would try to put the dress back on.

- Do you want more?- He asked as he stood up and took my glass. I simply nodded my head in response as I stared at him half-frightened dead with shame at my nakedness. I could see how my torn panties were lying on the floor on one side and my dress on the other.

Jack threw the glass on the floor breaking it into pieces. His gesture was violent and effusive to me. The noise scared me, I reacted by covering my body with my hands as well as I could. Jack never stopped looking into my eyes while he rejoiced in my nakedness. Then, with a firm step towards my body, he settled his legs between mine. My body leaned against the back of the cheslong. I realized my mistake in thinking that when he had asked me if I wanted more, I meant more water and he was thinking about something else.

Jack as always anticipating events, grabbed me by the waist and ended up settling me on the back of the cheslong. Without stopping looking at our sexes he accommodated the tip of his cock between my vaginal lips.

- No., no..., no Jack I can't - I mumbled hesitantly guessing his intentions without being able to take my eyes off his cock that looked erect pointing against my pussy.

Jack did not answer, nor did he utter a word. He just looked me in the eyes and concentrated on separating my legs at the same time he kissed me on the mouth. Again I could guess his thoughts in that withering look: -You sold and showed off your body dressing like a whore flirting with everyone in the club even with me. You provoked me all night, and the worst thing is that then you came back looking a little more game after talking to your husband to come to my room. Did you just suck my cock. Come on, I don't believe it. What you need is to be fucked as God commands, don't come to me saying that you can't -.

-Jack wait... wait - I said impatiently interrupting his kiss on my mouth trying to make him take back that fateful step that would allow me to close my legs.

- I can't, I'm sorry but I can't, it's one thing to suck it and it's quite another that we fuck, I'm sorry but I can't, I love my husband - I pronounced trembling with fear while I pushed him by the shoulders and closed my legs. I wanted him to understand that despite having provoked him all night, he should understand that it was just a game for fun and the end had already come. That was all. Jack looked me in the eyes again.

- Come on... admit it, you're looking forward to it. Of course, you can you deserve it - he pronounced while separating my legs at the knees again with his hands and advancing with that decisive step between them until touching our sexes again and kissing me on the mouth again.

- Did you like the before? Well, you can't imagine how many times demure and faithful married wives like you tell me I can't, and then they spread their legs waiting for me to fuck them in the ass the same way I did in the mouth - he whispered in my ear while kissing my neck waiting to check my reaction. I knew he was right. In his eyes, I could see a man's desire. I knew she wouldn't be the first or the last slut I'd stick my dick in, but... no I couldn´t, at least I couldn't. I didn't want to betray my husband. As much as I might wish otherwise I couldn't...

- Jack... I'm telling you the truth. - I answered him while I interrupted the kisses and he kissed me again and again.

-Jack, I'm sorry, but I can't - I insisted to him while he kissed me again and again and I tried to get away from him by hitting him even on the chest until I was unable to avoid it and during the struggle I gave him a sound slap on his face.

He withdrew his mouth to stare into my eyes angrily.

Despite his flushed face and observing his mood, I could tell that he was focused and with all the intention of fucking me as he separated my knees once more and accommodated his body between them. He had me in a vulnerable position. He was between my legs determined, with his erect and hard cock just a few millimeters from my pussy. He knew that he was very close, very close to everything ending as he intended.

-Jack, we can't,- I repeated for the umpteenth time in a kinder tone trying to relax the tension while he grabbed me tightly by my hips and pulled me closer to him.

This time the tip of his penis brushed my vaginal lips trying to break through. I made my eyes wide when I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. I held on to his neck so as not to fall and spread my legs for him admitting that I was willing to let him fuck me despite all my palaver.

-I knew it - he exclaimed, while with a slight pressure, the tip of his cock was gently inserted between my vaginal lips.

Damn it.

It felt so good to have his cock penetrating me, I was so turned on, I felt so naughty, so slutty, and I needed it so much... -I'm sorry darling, but I couldn't help it- I thought about my husband before then realized that Jack was fucking me bareback.

-Jack, please put a condom on, please, please, please will you?- I gasped desperately while watching as his cock disappeared inside me. I was already inside.

- Ooh., God., Fuck yeah., that's delicious., you have put it in me bastard, it's inside - I exclaimed with rolling eyes accepting his cock and holding on to his neck so as not to fall. Jack said nothing. He didn't want to interrupt his moment. He just looked into my eyes while he penetrated me. He simply abused his strength and grabbed me by the waist as he had me closer to the edge of the cheslong, opening my legs even more while his cock penetrated my sex.

-Oh god, you're fucking me, you fucked me motherfucker- I whispered as I looked down, seeing how I was penetrated checking with my own eyes what I could feel inside. His cock disappeared inside my soaked pussy with total impunity. I really couldn't believe it. They were fucking me. I was being penetrated by a cock that had nothing to do with my husband. And yet it felt divine to notice how I was burning inside. He was so pleasant that against all my prejudices I was unable to stop him. On the contrary, I grabbed his hips surrounding him with my legs, bringing him closer, looking for the rub of our bodies, now I was the one who wanted to feel his cock getting deeper and deeper in each lunge.

- Jack- I whispered her name once I felt that her pubic hair caused slight tickles on my skin. I couldn't help but stop looking down and see how the entire length of his cock disappeared inside my little body.

- Yes? - he asked hearing such despair in my voice.

- Can I ask you a favor?- I whispered to him.

-Of course,- he replied, starting a shy hip rhythm.

- No Jack, it's not what I want, it's what I deserve, okay? Don't make love to me, fuck me, fuck me like a whore, okay?- I begged her while sliding a hand towards my clitoris to caress myself while Jack penetrated me.

-Calm down, I promise you that you will not forget - he pronounced liking himself trying to retain in his memory every instant.

He attracted me more strongly to him, his pace was slower than I would have liked, in return he pushed me every time with more impetus and deeper as if wanting to break me in two with each onslaught. I could feel every thrust sliding between my sensitive vaginal lips, enjoying my soaked pussy, even my clitoris slipped every time I tried to torture it because my sex was so wet. Again one look from him was enough to make me understand what was being thought of me: -What a bitch, how I'm squeezing it, what a delicious pussy she has.-

I didn't care. Moreover, his dirty look increased my excitement.

-That's Jack, fuck me, fuck me. - I whispered feeling that he continued to try to penetrate me to the bottom in such a way that his balls grazed my ass with every stroke of his hip. I loved the sea of sensations in which he immersed me. Jack was full of surprises, instead of fucking me fast and furious as I expected, he started fucking me very slowly. He even stayed still, with his balls sunk into my perineum while he enjoyed twisting and nibbling one of my nipples. The sexual tension was at the limit.

- Uuuhmm.- I moaned loudly, hugging him as hard as I could with my legs around his hips while he rammed hard into my pussy. He beat me hard to the bottom, pushing my body away with all his brute force while he attacked me like a raging bull. Then thanks to his strong arms he attracted me again to hit me again. Little by little he pulled me off the back of the armchair in which he kept me balanced. For a few seconds, he wanted to look down to delight himself with the demure housewife he was fucking despite having sworn and perjured himself all night that she would be faithful to her husband. She contemplated me touching myself desperate for another orgasm. He was fucking me to satisfy his ego. No doubt he felt triumphant when he watched me desperately, caressing me all slutty and exposed, eager to reach a new climax while his cock penetrated me with pleasure. Under his arrogant gaze and with a humiliating smile, I cum on his cock without being able to help it.

-That's yeees, yesss, fuck yesss- I muttered while my body convulsed with pleasure. Jack stopped to observe how it was myself who was moving my hip back and forth looking to self-penetrate me with his cock. I was desperate to cum.

- Already, so soon?- he was surprised while contemplating my orgasm.

I continued convulsing for a few more seconds. With accelerated breathing, I was unable to articulate a word. Little by little I was recovering...

- Fuck yes, and you?- I wanted to know.

- Give me a few seconds and you'll see - he let me know.

Maybe it was the first moment of the night that he showed some weakness. I wanted to take pity on him and tried to lift his spirits. He deserved it after all.

- I don't know how you do it but I need more, I want you to fuck me one more time. I'm feeling slutty tonight and I need more. Remember, I don't want you to make love to me, I need you to fuck me well. Okay, okay.- I gasped hopelessly, recognizing the reality.

I felt like a wild filly being subdued by the best stallion on the block.

He surprised me again, he pulled me down from the back of the cheslong on which I was remaining in precarious balance, turned me over forcefully in such a way that the cushions on which I had been leaning before were now under my stomach, my head reached the other end of the armchair and my body bent in such a way that my bare ass was exposed to his mercy. His legs separated mine by hitting them at the ankles and his body quickly settled behind me with my ass offered in pomp at the top of the backrest, inviting him to do with me whatever he wanted.

He gave me a couple of pats that echoed around the room and undoubtedly reddened my skin.

Then he grabbed my hips with both hands and pushed forward so hard inside me that he came to shift the entire armchair with me on it a few centimeters. He started fucking me with hard and dry blows from behind with the occasional slap on my buttocks. I stabilized myself as I could by holding on to the cushions of the armchair while he penetrated me with force, deeply hitting my sex. The position was uncomfortable and forced on me. I was not enjoying it even though in that position the friction of her sex inside me was much greater than from the front. I deduced that he experienced much more pleasure, certainly, the walls of my pussy seemed to squeeze his cock as if it were tighter.

But I was not comfortable. I assumed that my role would be to get fucked again as a simple hole.

There was little or nothing I could do but slide my hand under my belly and try to stroke myself. Now I didn't care so much about feeling managed at his whim. I enjoyed that little humiliation. From time to time my gaze met his every time I squirmed with pleasure and saw him snorting like a bull. In those moments I knew it. He was the ideal lover I had dreamed of all my life, Jack was destiny, a real man, fucking me good bareback. Tough, strong, energetic. Using me for his pleasure. No pampering. Just a man and a woman with no rules and no law.

With Jack tucking me in from behind I realized how selfish I had been all my life with my husband, both of us always looking only for my pleasure. My husband was a good man who made love to me more concerned with satisfying me than his ecstasy. Jack instead used me to satisfy his ego and my pleasure in this new role was even greater. He used and abused me at her will. I was stroking me and panting on the couch until I noticed a contraction in his cock, he was about to cum inside me.

- I cum - he warned it.

-No Jack, please don't cum inside, inside no please, I can get pregnant, take her out, whatever you want, hang in there, don't cum inside - I begged while squirming as I could trying to take out his cock of me.

Jack pulled my hair causing me unbearable pain and forcing me to stand up. In the maneuver, his cock came out of my interior. I assumed the pain for well if with that I had managed to get him to stop. His body was glued to mine from behind, both of us standing.

-Open your ass with two hands and ask me to fuck you in the ass. I want to cum inside you - he ordered in a half voice while licking my face. I did as he ordered. I separated the cheeks of my ass and exposing the ring of my sphincter I said:

-Oh God, don't hurt me, please,- I mumbled dead panicked.

Jack guessed that I was a virgin in that part of my body and that despite that I was willing to please him. I was still holding my hair tight when I heard him spit. I could feel his saliva sliding down my lower back and with some finger of his free hand he was preparing my sphincter to be dilated.

-Aah- I let out a little scream when his fingertip opened my offered anus.

-Don't worry, it will hurt much more -he pronounced cynically while penetrating me up to the phalanx of his finger.

-Fuck my ass but don't hurt me, please don't hurt me- I mumbled trembling with fear. I could feel his finger digging into my insides, it was a strange feeling. It stung me while burning me at the same time. Jack spat on my back again. My body was shaking again, my legs were wobbling. I had never been spat at, much less in that way. It made me feel like a pig, a slut, and even abused. Again that feeling permeates my whole body. That sensation diminished the pain of the hair and the itching of my anus. I could guess that there were two fingers that Jack inserted through my sphincter trying to dilate me. I closed my eyes tightly trying to keep a tear from running down my cheek. Jack saw her and licked her.

-I think you're ready - he pronounced while I leaned just enough on the back of the armchair and taking his cock in one hand he guided her until he adjusted her foreskin against my anus. Then he pushed...

-Aaaaaaaaahhh- a high and heartbreaking screech came from the depths of my throat. It must have been heard in other rooms. I could feel the tip of his cock burning inside me. The endless number of nerve endings in the area showed me that this was the case. I could feel it hard in my insides, scorching my flesh like a hot iron.

Jack covered my mouth before he completely sodomized me with another hip stroke

- MMMMMMMmmmmhhh.- I looked like a sow in heat screaming

- It's almost done - Jack pronounced before with a third and accurate hip stroke he sodomized me to the bottom. I could feel his pubis banging against the cheeks of my ass.

Oh My God!!. It had to be all inside me.

Without giving me time to react Jack started to move slowly. At first, I was burning so much inside and my sphincter stung so much that I felt like crying. Jack, seeing a new pair of tears slide down my cheek, furiously accelerated his pace.

- Jack, please, cum inside me, please, cum inside me, oh yess cum inside me where my husband never did it- I begged him by all my means so that my ordeal would end as soon as possible. And if for this I had to play my role as an unfaithful wife that turned him on so much, of course, I was willing to play it. He didn't answer me, he just slapped me a couple of times angrily on the buttocks and accelerated snorting from the effort.

-That's Jack, give me hard, give me more hard, you are the best.- I was cheering him up.

I was ready to receive it moaning and wishing for the end. Jack gave me another couple of pats on my buttocks. He pushed harder, sodomized me to the core, snorted intensely, and stood firm in the depths of my insides. I knew what that meant. I could feel it, it was amazing, his cock was finally throbbing inside me as he was cumming. I could feel his spasms in the nerves of my sphincter and a pleasant viscous warmth inside me. I wanted to retain every sensation provoked in my body in memory.

-Oh, yes, already - Panted Jack squeezing my waist tighter while I could perceive with appreciable sharpness how his cock lost some hardness inside me.

He waited a few seconds until it was completely emptied before he pulled her cock out. I intensely appreciated how the ring of my sphincter closed throbbing and trapped its contents. I had to squeeze the buttocks a couple of times to help contract my anus. After getting up and getting to my feet I even appreciated some of his semen sliding down my skin between my legs.

I didn't care or want to get clean. What's more, I liked the feeling, it made me feel slutty, tremendously slutty. Whore and grateful. Jack had used me as an object of pleasure for his cock. I was another one. I had discovered a dark part of my soul that at that moment I couldn't tell if it was good or bad, just that it had remained hidden and had been awakened. I felt grateful for it and I just hugged Jack putting my two arms around his neck to kiss him on the mouth.

-Thank you - I said, sincerely expressing my feelings.

- Did you like it?- he asked me while reciprocating a hug and I kissed him.

- Oh Jack, I will never forget it, you are the best and it has been amazing. You already have another wife to add to your list of lovers. You deserve it - I pronounced before we melted into a new tongue kiss.

It was while touching my ass that Jack discovered his cum slipping between my thighs. We both laughed when he checked it with his own hands.

-I´d better go get something to clean us with-, he said while checking the viscosity of the liquid between his fingers and disappearing on the way to the toilet.

At that moment I checked that Laura's dress was lying on the floor next to my torn panties. I remembered Laura, the hour, and my husband. I suddenly slid the dress down my body, adjusted it to my figure, preened my hair on two hands, and tried to leave that suite without saying goodbye to Jack. Before running away like a thief I could see the typical hotel note sheets on a small table. I took my torn panties and left them hanging on the front doorknob next to a note with my phone number. I left the room with a certain feeling of guilt.

- Oh Jack, I will never forget it, you are the best and it has been amazing. You already have another wife to add to your list of lovers. You deserve it - I pronounced before we melted into a new tongue kiss.

It was while touching my ass that Jack discovered his cum slipping between my thighs. We both laughed when he checked it with his own hands.

-I´d better go get something to clean us with-, he said while checking the viscosity of the liquid between his fingers and disappearing on the way to the toilet.

At that moment I checked that Laura's dress was lying on the floor next to my torn panties. I remembered Laura, the hour, and my husband. I suddenly slid the dress down my body, adjusted it to my figure, preened my hair on two hands, and tried to leave that suite without saying goodbye to Jack. Before running away like a thief I could see the typical hotel note sheets on a small table. I took my torn panties and left them hanging on the front doorknob next to a note with my phone number. I left the room with a certain feeling of guilt. I decided to knock on the door of Laura's room, get changed, and go home to my husband.

Contrary to what I might think I needed to hug him. Once in the elevator, I was able to take a good look at myself in the mirror. I could see in the reflection the whore I had become that night. I needed to improve my appearance.

To top it off the elevator stopped between the floor of the suite and Laura's. An older man in his 60s came in and stood in front of me and gave me a mocking smile. I certainly did not feel any shame I returned his haughty gaze while I could feel that certain drops of Jack's semen were escaping from my sphincter that continued to beat like a heart of its own.

-Looks like you went out partying last night,- the old man commented without asking permission, something unpleasant and wanting to provoke my response.

-Yes, I did,- I replied without regret.

- Miss... can I ask you a question.- he insisted.

-Try your luck,- I replied.

He didn't ask anything, he just smiled and looked at me questioning a lot of things while observing my appearance. With his silence and his gaze, he aroused my curiosity to try to understand that it would be what he wanted to ask about and he didn't dare. Then it became clear to me. That old slob had taken me for a whore, a professional. For a moment I felt a little ashamed, but immediately he made me feel proud. God forgive me if that old man had come to ask me, but he didn't. The time the elevator stopped, I left leaving the old man and his doubts behind. I could see by the mirrors that he kept looking at my ass. One time I was out of the elevator, already in the hallway I turned around and said:

-I think I'm too expensive for you,- I said corroborating her thoughts despite being a lie but admitting that I had been a complete bitch that night. I needed to answer her that way, it made me feel good.

I knocked on Laura's room with my knuckles.

- Laura, it's me, open me- I whispered behind the door without wanting to raise my voice too much in the middle of the hallway.

Immediately I heard noise from inside. She opened the door to me in her pajamas, in silence, confused by the hour and my presence, evidently asleep.

-I thought you'd be home by now,- he pronounced opening the door for me.

I went inside to look for my clothes in her closet. That's when I saw them, Miguel and Luis were sleeping naked on Laura's bed. She wasn't the only one who had a good time that night. Laura went into the bathroom to urinate, at which point I took the opportunity to take off her dress and put on my clothes. During the time I was naked in that room I could realize that Miguel opened his eyes to contemplate my nakedness. I didn't mind in the least that that boy saw me naked, I think I even enjoyed it. By the time Laura came out of the bathroom I had already put on my shorts, no panties underneath of course, and my T-shirt.

-We'll talk tomorrow,- I said to him before I said goodbye and watched as she got into bed between both boys.

I ran out of the hotel in the direction of our apartment. Luckily when I got home my son and my husband were still sleeping. I was tired. I decided to put on my pajamas without showering and without making any noise. It was when I got under the covers that I noticed my husband's face with her eyes closed. I wanted it. I realized that I loved my husband above any other man. I saw him there, so innocent, so good, so honest with me. I do not know if he woke up or had pretended to be asleep, the fact is that half-loudly and drowsily he still asked:

- What time is it?- he wanted to know.

- Early - I replied to him at the time I had the urge to kiss him. My husband kissed me back.

- Did you have a good time?- he asked. I didn't want to answer him so I just kissed him on the mouth again. My husband kissed me back, this time a little more intensely than the previous one.

I hugged him and he returned the hug.

I know what that means between my husband and me. There are too many words. When our bodies get tangled up like this, let's say it's his way of indicating to me that he wants to make love to me. I felt unable to deny him I wanted to make love to him myself. I returned the kiss and my husband started stroking me all over my body. As on other occasions, afraid because our son would discover us, we only undressed from the waist down. My husband positioned himself on top of me like a

missionary, both of us covered by the sheet. Of course, he put the condom on.

That plastic feeling inside me was certainly not as exciting as feeling the skin of his cock directly, although it was enough to reach my orgasm relatively soon.

- Already- my husband was surprised.

-Already darling, you can now- and as soon as I said this my dear husband ejaculated inside me. We hugged for a few seconds and exchanged a couple of tender kisses until we heard some noise from the little one's room. We both ran to get fully dressed. Indeed, within a few seconds, our son would sneak into the middle of the bed and fall asleep between us.

Maybe that morning cuddling my son in the middle of the bed was my best sleep in a long time.

When I woke up I checked that Jack had left a WhatsApp on my mobile. -We have to repeat it,- he said. I deleted the message afraid that my husband might read it but yes, I was willing to repeat it, although that's another story.

I hope you like it.

A kiss,