Erotic story: Confessions of a married woman

I saw your photos… you know, I simply need to tell this confidence, not so that others know it, but because telling it makes me take distance, in a certain way, as if I saw myself, and what has happened to me is even stronger. They are the confessions of a married woman.

I am 45 years old, I am married to a very good man but in private he has always been quick and I am not completely satisfied. As I think it happens to many of us, when you want to start enjoying it, it is already turning its back on you and asleep. That was eroding me for a long time.

The point is that about two years ago the possibility of a trip with some colleagues from my work arose. My husband had no qualms about this and I really, when traveling, had no idea what was going to happen there. The trip was to a seaside resort in Brazil. When we arrived we all felt a little more uninhibited and some at dinner told something about their experiences but I... I had nothing to say. In a way, I was envious that other people could have such an exuberant intimacy that for me it was a story and nothing more. Envy turned into a wish that something different could happen to me too, something that would really leave me satisfied and exhausted, even...

An outing to a local disco was scheduled. I felt such a strong desire… I happened to instinctively seek the company of the most serious person in the entourage, a woman who was fifty at the time. But the magic of the night won over her and thanks to her we started talking to some guys who seemed to be in their thirties. We talked, talked and kept talking, and finally each one of them, we began to dance. The others had completely disappeared, the place was quite large. As the hour progressed, and the drinks took effect, I began to feel like I was on a cloud, as if I was experiencing it from the outside, from afar... I felt accompanied and supported by this friend, but at a certain point she made me leave. I followed them. In order not to miss the boy who was following them in front of me, Let me hold your hand and don't let go. The feeling was electric. Leaving the premises, although it was not necessary, I kept walking hand in hand with the boy, who immediately put his arm around my shoulders and I around his waist. I felt elated. My friend was ahead with the other boy, hand in hand. Even so, she, in a cloud, she realized that they were not taking us precisely to our hotel, but to an apartment building. We went up the elevator and entered a small but comfortable apartment, which I learned was rented by one of the boys. I remember looking into the bedroom, whose door was open, and there was a large sleeper, about a square and a half. I felt elated. My friend was ahead with the other boy, hand in hand. Even so, she, in a cloud, she realized that they were not taking us precisely to our hotel, but to an apartment building. We went up the elevator and entered a small but comfortable apartment, which I learned was rented by one of the boys. I remember looking into the bedroom, whose door was open, and there was a large sleeper, about a square and a half. I felt elated. My friend was ahead with the other boy, hand in hand. Even so, she, in a cloud, she realized that they were not taking us precisely to our hotel, but to an apartment building. We went up the elevator and entered a small but comfortable apartment, which I learned was rented by one of the boys. I remember looking into the bedroom, whose door was open, and there was a large sleeper, about a square and a half.

My friend had gone with the boy to the kitchen, to prepare some drinks. My occasional friend sat on the couch and I told him, wait, I'm going to the kitchen to help. But when I entered I saw that my friend did not need any help. She was on her tiptoes, kissing hers on the mouth, clinging to him. I understood that my friend had deliberately gone in search of that opportunity, and at one point I understood that not only was the same thing going to happen to me, but that she didn't even have an excuse to avoid it... nor did she want it. I came back, smiled at the boy and told him: they are very busy. He sat me down next to him, a first sweet moan of acceptance was heard in the kitchen and he let me kiss.

After this followed a feverish moment of searching. When we went to the bedroom, I was already half-naked, my friend rode her crazy man. There was no way not to look at her. She was completely wet, sweating from the effort and the heat of the moment. He looked at me with narrowed eyes, and managed to whisper to me do it, do it. And boy did I do it. Suddenly take out all the desire saved for years, even without knowing it, offering myself in all possible positions. I was on all fours, like a bitch in heat, and my hair was the reins... I felt like I was spending a lot more time than I had ever been making love to my husband, and the boy was beating against my buttocks as if he hadn't been in years. took. My friend moaned and so did I. I wanted to get to that man, who seemed tireless... how he could control himself so much. My friend changed position and I felt her vibrate… I looked at her and saw her belly contract to her navel, rhythmically… her lover was enjoying it too. I pointed that out to mine, and then yes, I thrust my hips like a whore, against him, and had an amazing first orgasm. He felt it and enjoyed it too.

The other man left the bedroom, but this boy wanted more. I take myself again ardently, and this time I enjoy it almost immediately. Then, as expected, he took it out on my friend...

After this strong experience everything seemed to return to its normal course. Some of the other companeras asked us how the dance had been at the end, how long it had lasted, and we invented a more countable story.

But coming with those sensations on the surface was too much for me. Soon I started looking for a man, or men, in my city. I knew very well what I wanted and very soon I got it. I thus had several encounters with different men, in the first of them I gave myself totally, including that orifice that according to my husband could be damaged forever in a penetration... that is, I asked an occasional lover to break it... I don't know if he knows harm or not, but my moans made the walls vibrate... I liked more those that could repeat two or three times and in the end I settled down with someone who took about ten years, and is an extraordinary lover. I'm not interested in humiliating my husband, what's more, I don't even talk about him to the others. My current lover knows that I am married, but nothing more. Some others believed that she was divorced,