This story is not entirely mine, someone has contributed the idea and the general situation, I have contributed somethin

This story is not entirely mine, someone has contributed the idea and the general situation, I have contributed something from my own experiences and imagination, I hope it is useful: My name is Marisela and I need to talk about what has happened to me in the past months I am Argentine and I am married to a wonderful man, unfortunately due to the financial crisis that hit our country a few years ago, my husband was unemployed for several months and this affected us as a family not only economically but emotionally. During this time my husband fell into a strong depression, I think that men feel a strong need to feel like the provider and protector of their family and when this fails the results can be devastating, I think that was the case with my husband, we were getting worse and worse, money was scarce and communication was getting worse. I have always worked but my financial contribution was always a complement, the situation changed substantially when my income became the sole breadwinner of our home, on the other hand I had to continue doing the work of housewife, because my husband taking that role could be considered a sign of failure and thus deepen his depression. In this way my husband became a kind of ghost, he did not contribute financially and he did not contribute to the family, I made efforts to try to be empathetic and not protest, I had to understand that the situation was temporary, that it was not due to a lack of dedication on the part of my husband but to a current situation in our country, I had to remember that he was the same man I had married years before and that he had always worked hard for me and my children. The point is that it was difficult to remember all this on a day-to-day basis and even more so when the economic situation becomes increasingly complicated, then it is easy to enter into doubts about what is the best way to help, I did not know if the best thing was to be compassionate and wait, try to force communication or occasionally try to talk to my husband in a stronger tone trying to get him to wake up. The situation seemed to me more and more like being in quicksand waters, where it seemed that every movement was sinking us further. The most important thing for me was that my husband did not lose his self-esteem. The point was that with each passing day he achieved exactly the opposite. Moving on to the sexual level, I must confess that I have always been very conservative, I come from a very reserved family and I was educated in a very strict way, I think this background has affected my sexual life to this day. I was never very given to relationships and my husband has practically been the only man in my life, I love and respect him like the first day, but I think that our sexual life has never really taken off, I think this has been caused by both of us and I do not deny that I have had an important part in the fact. In our first months of marriage I think we made a lot of progress on the subject, then the children came and sex little by little was losing priority, between caring for the children and our jobs, we hardly found time to be together, then sometimes when the occasion presented itself we were so tired that we looked for the first opportunity to find an excuse to sleep. In this way, sex became a routine in our marriage, just like taking the dog for a walk or visiting our relatives. Our sex session was scheduled for Saturday night and sometimes that also had to be left for a better occasion for various reasons. In this way, in the best of cases we had sex once a week, and I think there were times when we had sex only once a month, the worrying thing about the situation was that we did not care, it became part of the status quo of the relationship, we lived in harmony with a minimum ration of sex. In intimacy I felt passionate, I really enjoyed sex, I got wet quickly and had no problems having orgasms, but I think there were many things that limited me, on the one hand my deep-rooted values prevented me from becoming uninhibited, I limited myself to opening my legs in the missionary position, waiting for my husband to do the work, feeling pleasure, finishing together, getting dressed and sleeping. In this way we hardly experimented with new situations, positions or a different sex, in our sessions oral or anal sex, playing erotic games, dirty words or even the experience of different positions was inconceivable, we hardly changed from the conventional position, very rarely did I feel control of the act by mounting my husband, I must confess that the few times I experienced this I liked the situation, but true to my habit I could not express it clearly to my husband. Physically, I think I remain attractive even though I am no longer a young girl and the fact that motherhood usually affects women's bodies. I still like my curves and I think my tail still has very good effects on the opposite sex. For my part, I still like my husband and I am sure that within him there is a lot of sexual desire and repressed perversions. I have noticed this in small details. I know that he reviews pornography on the computer and is a regular reader of erotic stories, but neither does he. He talks to me about it, I think he thinks I'm too modest to understand. With the passage of time I have realized that there have always been all the elements for our sexual life to explode, but my husband and I have simply not known how to combine these elements and due to various circumstances our ghosts and repressions have affected us, the bad thing is that the problem intensifies and we cannot find a way to get out of the crossroads in which we have only gotten ourselves involved. The combination of my husband's unemployment, his depression and our failed sex life, has all the negative repercussions for the marriage, it is evident that in this environment the first thing that deteriorated was the already deteriorated sex, we went from having sporadic but pleasant sessions, to none and therefore frustrating. From Saturday nights only excuses remained, which were easily found by either of the two and quickly seconded by the other party. It is a reality that the body has needs and I do not doubt that my husband exchanged my vagina for his hand as an element of satisfaction, for my part I discovered an act totally unknown to me, masturbation. I quickly immersed myself in this world, I began to know my body in a better way and it was becoming more and more pleasurable, little by little I began to fantasize about various situations in my sessions, in each of my fantasies the morbidity increased, I went from having my husband as the protagonist to various known and unknown characters, the situation did not seem uncomfortable to me since usually the fantasy had no face and when it did it was no more than the typical good-looking artist. The worrying point is that little by little I came to prefer masturbation over sex with my husband, it had nothing to do with the satisfaction of the two acts, sex for me was more intense physically, but masturbation was more exciting mentally, being able to have sex in my mind with whoever I wanted, but above all in the situations I wanted, it was extremely pleasant. In this way I had great imaginary sessions, with strange guys who ripped off my clothes and fucked me in an alley without them taking off a single piece of clothing, sex with guys with big cocks and with more than one at a time, but above all wild sex sessions where I was subjected, humiliated and constantly called a whore. What excited me the most was the foreplay, fantasizing about meeting someone and being seduced little by little, having my defenses eliminated one by one with details and things full of chivalry and then falling in love with the seduction of a male and suddenly going from being a lady to a whore, being treated like a lady on the street and like a whore in the bedroom. With all these elements in my mind and with the distance from my husband, I began to dress up a little more and wear clothes that were a little tighter, especially in relation to my butt, the change was not particularly drastic, it was not at all vulgar by any means, it was just something that made me feel better in the midst of this whole crisis. At my work there was a married man with children who had a certain reputation as a womanizer. His name was Hernán. The truth is that I didn't pay much attention to him and our relationship was extremely cordial and professional. Due to various circumstances we must have lived together for long hours professionally and evidently our relationship became closer, in a strict sense I spent more time with him than with my husband. I really had a good time with Hernán, his conversation was very fluid and he had a lot of topics for conversation, time passed very quickly and in that environment it was easier to spend the long working hours that we had to stay together. One fine day he told me: - Mar, I have noticed lately that you dress up more to come to work, is there a reason for this? He was the first and only person who had noticed it and when I say only I included my husband - There is nothing in particular, it's just something for women, I thought it was time for a change - Well, thank you very much for doing so, you make the panorama more pleasant for us, especially for me, it is really a pleasure to come every day and wait to see how you will appear today. The comment threw me off a little, I think I blushed and looked down, but what I do know is that I liked it a lot. - You're very kind I only managed to say this, I lowered my face and continued working, I think that with his experience he realized my reaction and realized that his words had flattered me quite a bit. All this led to a daily routine, every day my friend surprised me with some phrase or compliment that fed my ego, for my part every day I made an effort to groom myself more and more and continue to be worthy of his words, I went from suffering small changes in my appearance to having a radical change, I really now dedicated several minutes to my personal grooming, my makeup and my perfect hairstyle, the very fitted pants and the increasingly shorter skirts, in short, the best of my weeks were my masturbation sessions and Hernán's daily compliments, such was my need that I came to miss work days and I wanted the weekends to go by faster just to feed my ego again with his words. It was inevitable that Hernán would suddenly appear in my fantasies while he touched me, first sporadically and then frequently. The interesting thing about the case is that he made an effort to tell me something different every day, sometimes he sent me emails and other times they were out loud, I kept each of the emails or text messages and secretly read them over and over again, on more than one occasion my husband surprised me by anxiously checking my cell phone and quickly hiding it when I felt his presence, the situation and my nerves were so evident that it would not have been strange for me to arouse suspicions, the bad thing about the case is that he acted like someone unfaithful when he was very Far from it, the messages were only tender compliments but they made my day special. Little by little the messages became more and more daring, we went from phrases like - Mar your parents were thieves, because they stole a couple of stars and put them in your eyes - Your office looks more like a case…. Because inside it is a jewel - Mar something strange is happening in the office…. Because I'm talking to a monument These phrases gradually changed to things like - Sea, your body is similar to the road to my house… It is full of curves - Mar did you know that the shortest distance between two points is the straight line….. That being the case, the distance between your shoulders and your thighs is very long, because it is full of curves. - Do you know how you are similar to my house?...,. in which they both have a beautiful backyard. - Do you know what the difference is between your butt and a hole... in that a hole is an empty space, and on the contrary there is no garment that your butt cannot fill - I look like the VW beetles, they run with an engine in their butt, I for one run with your butt. I just laughed at all these jokes, I confess that I became more and more excited about the game and evidently with my reactions it gave rise to my friend to continue advancing. I remember that one day he sent me an animated email, Hernán called me and told me to open it, when I did so I saw a man lying face up in bed and said that he had a gift for me, in the image under the sheets a lump protrudes, which has all the appearance of a standing cock, the image is extremely mischievous since it seems that the gift is precisely this extremely excited penis that cannot be hidden under the sheets - Hernán, what's wrong with you? I managed to say in an embarrassed manner while watching the guy on the computer laugh while his package was very evident. - Don't be rude Mar At that, the guy removes the sheet and underneath it appears a bouquet of flowers, which was the real gift, I loved the detail, it combined the mischief and chivalry that every woman loves, I couldn't stop thinking about the time my friend had invested in finding something like that, and the fact that I was on his mind, it was simply irresistible. I wanted the day to end and get home to take a shower and masturbate, then Hernán interrupted my thoughts and told me - Did you like Mar? - Yes it has been very fun - You know that I bought you a present, but I can't find a way to give it to you, I don't want people here at the office to misunderstand it. - Why don't you invite me to dinner and hand it to me? By God what had I said!! My subconscious had betrayed me, the desire to live with him and the detail made me ask him to dedicate more time to me outside of work, he immediately took me at my word and reacted - Of course! I love the idea! What do you think if we meet at the shopping center around the corner at 7 pm, leave your car there and we'll go in mine? He didn't give me time for anything, he immediately made a plan and I only managed to say yes. We went to dinner at an Italian food place, the place was perfect, not very big, half-lit, a little far away, it was ideal to have a nice dinner with little chance of being seen, we had a few glasses of wine and the conversation was very pleasant, all his sentences had some kind of compliment towards me, he made me feel alive with each comment, I just didn't want the evening to end Time passed and I had to leave. I asked my friend if we could leave and so we did. After a while we were parked next to my car, ready to go, he told me. - I haven't given you your present yet. And so from the back of her car she took out an arrangement of flowers, the evening ended in an incredible way, what woman doesn't like a dinner full of attention to end with a bouquet of flowers. - Thank you very much, you were very gallant to me, I have to go now. - Don't go please And without further ado he approached me and began to kiss me tenderly, I responded immediately, I wanted it so much!! I don't know if I had ever wanted a kiss so much, we lasted a few minutes kissing and he didn't try to go too far, his hands were still, only his mouth and mine made contact. After a while I regained my sanity, and realized what was happening…. I was being unfaithful!! I am a modest woman!! I never thought this could happen to me!! - Hernán this is wrong I have to go - Just a little more - No more, I'm leaving. - Ok just tell me when we will meet again - See you every day - You know what I mean. - I don't know, it's late, and it's bad, we'll talk later. And I went out as best I could, I arrived home and my husband was already sleeping, for hours I couldn't sleep, I thought about what had happened and the paradox is that the guilt was much less than the emotion, I felt like a teenager full of butterflies in my stomach, happy and eager for a new day to arrive to see my suitor. The following was easy to predict, days of constant harassment by my friend and I trying to be strong, my strength only lasted a week and after this time I found myself having dinner again with Hernán, the process was repeated for several more days, dinners and kisses, only that each time the kisses were more intense and his caresses more evident, in the end he was shamelessly playing with my breasts and I let him do it, then he caressed my crotch and kissed my neck, I put up some resistance but resistance in the end, he didn't insist enough and ended up listening to me The game was a little disconcerting, in the end I was a married woman and he was also married, I didn't see how he was content with a few kisses and caresses, I didn't understand why he didn't have more determination to take me to bed, in the end I was grateful for this deep down, but it intrigued me a lot. Today I understand his strategy, he took me little by little and subtly to where he wanted, he took his time to break my defenses, he knew that infidelity would not be easy and he wanted to take short but solid steps, he made me want him like I had never wanted a man. One fine day he invited me to lunch on a Saturday, it was the first time we would see each other on a weekend, I put on my best thong and my tightest jeans, I intentionally turned off my cell phone and prepared to miss the entire afternoon, I didn't know what time he would return and if I should apologize or make up some excuse, but that afternoon would free me completely. After the meal the kisses in his car, until I couldn't take it anymore and begged - Please let's get out of here, I want to be yours. - I knew that sooner or later you would ask me, today I am going to make love to you He took me to a motel, we went up to the room, upon entering the room, he put me in front of a long mirror that was attached to the wall, he stood behind me and pressed his cock in my ass, what a pleasure, I just let myself do it, little by little he kissed my neck and put his hands on my breasts while he kissed me with his hands. remained like this on his back, he told me that he wanted to have a view of my butt, that he had dreamed of this for months, of having me like this with my ass up, in a thong and ready to penetrate me, he asked me to move my ass and so I did little by little until each time increasing the pace, then he asked me to turn around and get closer to him, so I did, then he asked me to kiss him and I did it too, there I clearly understood what the roles would be in our relationship, he He commanded and I obeyed. So in a thong he took me to bed and continued kissing me, he didn't leave a space on my body without his tongue passing through it, his mouth on my breasts was wonderful, I had never felt like that, he took his time, I was super excited, I was so wet that I didn't understand what was happening. Then he gets up and takes our cell phones, puts my phone on vibrator mode, puts it in the front of my thong and starts dialing me, what a delight!!! They had never done anything like this to me, he had me subdued, horny, for minutes he could have fucked me and he didn't, on the contrary, every time I became more and more desperate. - Fuck me please!! I can't stand it anymore!! I want your dick to be the one who is here and not my phone!! Those words turned him on, he quickly took off his clothes - Who is your owner? - You - You my king - Sorry, you my king - Whose buttocks are those? - Yours - Yours my king - Yours pardon my king - Ask me to fuck you - Fuck me please….. my king That last plea was the final one, under his pants his thick and hard cock appeared, without hesitation I took it in my hands and sucked it, I sucked it tenderly and with devotion, I sucked it with strength and passion, I sucked it like I had never sucked it from my husband, I sucked it like I had literally never sucked it from anyone, because I had never really sucked it from anyone. After a while he asked me to stop and he penetrated me, first he climbed on top of me, I felt a very great pleasure, maybe there was no big difference with what my husband did to me, but the big difference lay in the whole previous seduction game, the months of flirting and the hours before sex, I finished almost immediately, shortly after he asked me to ride his cock and so I did. The sensation then was even more pleasant, I moved as I pleased, I controlled the pace and eventually I put my tits in his face so he could suck them while I continued riding his cock, another even more intense orgasm. Then the best was yet to come, he put me on all fours and rammed me hard, completely subdued I felt his cock deep inside, I screamed and moaned - From today you will be my whore I didn't answer, I still had shame - Tell me you're going to be my whore, if you don't want me to take it out of you - No, not that please. - Tell me then - I'm going to be your whore I said sorrows timidly - I can't hear you - I'm going to be your fucking bastard!!!! A liberation was felt throughout my body, for years I had wanted to say these types of words, to have a cock like that inside me, wild, in a cheap room and forced to say vulgarities, then I understood, sex is one thing and love is another, when they come together it is excellent, but if it doesn't it is possible that it happens, it is possible to have sex and enjoy without needing to love. - Ask me to take you like they take your house Nothing mattered anymore, I was going to say anything, I was going to release all the words held back for years, I was going to free myself once and for all. - Fuck me like my husband doesn't - Who does it best for you? - Your daddy, you do it much better. - Oh really - Ayyyy, there is no comparison, how delicious!! Don't stop please We lasted like this for hours, the bastard finished and soon recovered, finally around 9 at night we decided that we should leave, when I got in the car I finally turned on the cell phone and as expected there were several messages from my husband looking for me, if he knew that while he was dialing his wife was having a phenomenal sex session, if he knew that the passionate woman inside me had finally awakened As best I could, I looked for an excuse, it was hardly credible but it didn't matter, the following weeks were more or less the same story full of justifications for leaving early or arriving late, the same game and nervousness with constant messages on my cell phone and my husband's logical suspicion that something was wrong, I denied it as best I could, but the sex sessions were increasingly more intense and longer, each time I submitted more and more and more of a whore I became. The situation was unsustainable but even though I felt more and more guilty, I needed my new lover's cock more and more. The morbidity grew with the days, he repeatedly asked me to go to work without a thong, then he was strictly prohibited from wearing anything other than a thong even on the days when I was not scheduled to see him, I obeyed everything without protesting, sometimes he asked me to go to the bathroom and take off my thong and then hand it to him, several times he ordered me to take off my bra and my nipples were visible through my blouse during work hours, we got so hot that several times Sometimes we go to the bathroom at work or his private office to satisfy our desire, the story is always the same: I, his slave, and he, my owner. At that time the situation at my house improved, my husband got a job and his money and self-esteem increased. With this, his attention, chivalry and sexual desire returned to a certain normality, and I felt more and more guilty. On one occasion there was a party for the employees where we could bring our partners, I attended with my husband, the place was a country place with swimming pools, my lover had ordered me to wear a sexy and provocative swimsuit, so I did so, obviously it was not vulgar at all, first because it was allowed and second because my co-workers were present. My husband and my lover came to greet each other and exchange words, my nervousness and excitement overflowed, my two men together exchanged not only words but a woman, and I, who didn't know what to do or how to behave. In the heat of a few drinks and with the tinyness of the garment and the excitement of capturing several male gazes, especially on my butt, I hit rock bottom. While my husband retired to talk with a group of men and while he was animatedly talking, my lover approached me and told me that he was waiting for me outside, like an automaton I did so and without saying anything else, he put me in the back of his car, he quickly just pushed aside my swimsuit and put his cock in me, the encounter did not last more than 10 minutes but the morbidity was such that it ended more than three times, one after another the orgasms gathered in my throat. In the end and all the way home, guilt kills me, I barely say a word, the pleasure is gone and today I only feel dirty and disloyal, it will be the last time I fuck with my lover and the first of many times that my mind does not think about anything else but fixing my marriage, today, somewhat desperate, I write these lines, hoping that in my husband's desire for erotic pages, he will find this text, forgive me and understand me, he knows about me. weaknesses, I confessed it myself, but he still doesn't know how much his wife was capable of doing; today you can know The short time that Hernán understood that I would not sleep with him again, our relationship became more or less the same, although I do not forget our nights of passion and I think neither does he. A few days ago she had to use a co-worker's computer and send me some files, her name is Marina, intrigued by how familiar the title of an email from Hernán to her seemed to me, I opened the message and managed to read - Mar, you know that your parents were surely thieves…….. I shouldn't have read more, I understood perfectly what was happening and I knew how the text ended, I just wished Marina luck in whatever her decision was, I also knew that very pleasant days for her ego awaited her, because I have understood that every woman needs this type of things, then I thought and wished that my husband would send me a message like this, I really wished it, then I understood that this may not be going to happen, then I wished at least that Hernán would send me a copy of The emails I sent to Marina today could easily have been for me in the end, I shouldn't have even changed my name and in the end only I would know the lie and believe me, I needed to live that lie.