ENOUGH OF ROUTINE!!! My name is Monica and I will soon be 39 years old I have been I have been married for years and hav

ENOUGH OF ROUTINE!!! My name is Monica and I will soon be 39 years old I have been I have been married for years and have two beautiful children. I am a teacher at a private school of Greater Buenos Aires. I was never unfaithful to my husband until recently, although that's not true. means I stopped loving him I guess I got to this point tired of the routine that surrounded (and still surrounds) our marriage. Despite my age, I feel good I'm still thin, my breasts are not very sagging, I have a flat stomach, although, I must admit, my hips are a little wide, but that is offset by the fact that I don't have any cellulite on my legs. I compared my life (from home to work and from work to house) very routine despite my efforts, not reciprocated by my husband, to change something. But I don't think he understands me: he's absorbed in his work. which often forces him to spend a few days away from home; when he comes back, instead to go out with us to spend a weekend anywhere, prefers stay at home. Most of my students' parents are separated or divorced; I see how separated women are always radiant and each so many appear with a different "boyfriend" and I wondered why I always I'm giving this tired look, always in the school uniform etc. It turns out that one of my students is the son of a classmate of mine. from high school, I have also known her husband since they were dating and I had a certain friendship with him since we both had birthdays on the same day, so that even though we didn't see each other often, I called him every year to say hello or he He did it with me. In this way, I was surprised when I found out that my friend She had left, let's call him somehow, Carlos and had formed another couple. I had already called Carlos to see how he was and I noticed very depressed His son was not very well either, since his performance in the school was very low. I wanted to discuss it with her mother, but it seemed like she couldn't. He understood very well what I wanted to tell him. So one afternoon I called Carlos and I asked him if I could stop by his house when I left school to talk about your son. Carlos, at 40 years old, looked at least five years old. years younger: his curly and abundant black hair barely had traces of gray at the temples, he remained thin as a stick, although his brown eyes, which They were lively before, they had lost some of that shine that had always caught attention. I couldn't help but compare him to my already somewhat paunchy husband and half peeled He told me everything he suffered from the separation and how was carrying forward. In a moment, his eyes became sadder and he I hugged him to comfort him. With his head on my shoulder I felt his anguish and his breath on my neck Finally, I told him that I would do everything I could to help his son through this ordeal and I offered him if he wanted to bring him to my house so that I can play with the oldest of my children, who is just a couple of years older than yours. He came home a couple of times in the afternoon, when my husband was working and so he continued telling me his things and I, in confidence, told him about my sorrows By doing so, I felt better, like a weight was lifted off my shoulders; laughing, I told him that we were saving a lot of money on psychologists!!! One morning, he brought his son to school himself, since that week the boy would stay with him. Hello Moni, how are you? Let's see when you come to my house for the kids to play if I keep going to yours the neighbors will believe you're up to something strangehahaha- Luckily, there are no gossips in the building otherwise, you won't be bothered. Can you imagine the mess that would have already been created- We continued making jokes for a while longer and I entered the school to start classes. Every day the two of them came over and we chatted for a while. minutes before starting classes and a few more minutes when I came to him withdraw. On Wednesday, before they left, I asked Carlos: Ché, Carlos, are you still working as a kinesiologist? ? Lately I feel a contracture in my shoulder and I think I have to see one - Of course...now I work more than ever that's how I try to earn a few more pesos, that doesn't hurt me-. Look, I'm going to pay you I'm not asking you for anything free it is paid for by Obra Social-. Stop fucking around, stupid! I'm not going to charge you one consult after what you do for Ramiro (his son). Well come whenever you want now I have the office in home, to reduce costs and I also give massages-. Can I go tomorrow after school? -. Of course!!! I'll wait for you tomorrowat two in the afternoon Alright?- Perfect!!! I leave Adrián with my mother, because Roberto doesn't That's it, I'll change and go to your house-. Well, I'll wait for you. The next day, I left Adrián at my mother's house, I went to mine and I changed my school uniform for something more comfortable: blue leggings fitted navy, a light blue polo shirt and a set of panties and a bra white cotton. Carlos was already waiting for me at his house dressed in a gray jogging pants and a white t-shirt. I entered his house and he let me in to the room that was his office. I sat on the stretcher and he asked me what It hurt. Look... I feel a pain in my right shoulder that sometimes It reaches the base of my neck also, some days, when I get up from the bed, my waist hurts terribly-. I don't think it's anything that can't be cured with some massages well given if you want, I can give you some massages on your back and the waist I think it will improve like this.- Yes, give it, give me those massages...if it doesn't cure me, they won't work for me. to do!!! So let's go to the living room because we'll be better there. We went to the living room. In the center of it, in front of the television and a music system, there was a low table with some magazines on it. Carlos moved the table, placed a raw wool blanket on the table. floor and asked me to lie there, face down and without my shirt. He placed a small pillow under my cheek so that rest on him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him lighting some candles aromatic aromas that I left on the low table that was near me. He put in a CD of very soft music with a sax that gave off very soft notes that filled the room with an air of tranquility and that helped me relax. To complete the atmosphere of peace and quiet, Carlos closed the door to the room and lowered his window blinds almost completely, so that most of the dim light present came from the candles on the low table. I close everything so you don't escape me - he joked with a smile drawn on his face. Hahaha I feel so good that I don't want to escape nowhere I answered with my eyes closed. Carlos stood astride my tail and asked me to I took off the bra and left my arms relaxed on both sides of my body. I put my arms as he asked me, but I asked him to I opened the bra, because I felt very good the way I was. He did so and immediately He began with his massages on the shoulders and the base of the neck. Her silk hands miraculously loosened the tensions of my muscles and I noticed how I relaxed more and more. We were not talking for a few minutes, I was enjoying his massages, which were like caresses for me, and Carlos running over my shoulders, neck and down my back his fingers also slid over my shoulder blades fell to the sidessometimes until they touched the beginning of my tits crushed. It felt like a small electric shock that came from the fingertips of The fingers straightened my muscles, relaxing me and bringing relief to my pains. Ummm with those fingers you must have a terrible success among your patients- I murmured still with my eyes closed. Wellit's not that big of a deal I don't give everyone massages like to you-. So I continued so I feel very good - His hands open, thumbs on my spine and palms extended on both sides caressed, more than massaged, my back. They came from the neck and went down to the waist, to the edge of the shoes, and they went up again. The calm atmosphere full of dim light, the perfume of the candles, their hands warm and moist with scented oil that delicately seemed to fly over my body, its soft breathing, the sweet music, led to to give my skin without reservation. I continued like this I feel like I never felt before-. Was as an experience close to sexual because of the dedication that I made to his art. Can you move your shoes a little bit so I can continue with your waist it doesn't bother you, right? - No problemyou are the professional but, if you don't Annoy me, put it down for me, softly, I'm freaking out like this, I don't even want to move. I took the tail off the blanket a little to allow Carlos I could roll up the leggings until leaving half a tail in the air, barely covered by the panties, which had slipped partially (and I think it showed the birth of the stripe) and part of the shoe. At that moment I realized that Carlos was in a position where no man, except my husband, had been since I got married that, far from making me nervous or embarrassed, It turned me on a little, and I wondered if Carlos felt the same or something similar, if I was just thinking like a professional or if I also looked like a man. Better take it all off it bothers me to feel the tightness that's on me squeeze your buttocks- Carlos stood next to me to roll up the leggings until my feet and put it aside. I thought I saw a telltale lump on his jogging, which flattered me, because at my age, I could still excite a man who didn't It was my husband. When he wanted to get on top of my legs again to continue the massages, without thinking twice, as if obeying an impulse, I opened my legs, facing Carlos, like an inverted Y. He hesitated a little, but he immediately reacted and placed himself between my legs to massage my waist; with his fingers that seemed to want to escape, as they sometimes brushed the beginning of my tail stripe. Me, I was getting excited and wondering where it would end all this, although in reality and unconsciously, he knew and desired what I would pass by, reflexively moving my tail when his fingers approached it. Knew that he was giving me and my wish was that Carlos would realize it and accept the gift. At that moment, he stopped to smear his hands again. hands with aromatic oil. Were you with someone else after Gaby? I asked him in a loud voice low. No...with anyone for eight months.-. Ummmpoor...how hard it must be, right?- Carlos looked at me for a couple of seconds and instead of smearing his hands with the oil, he took off his white shirt and knelt between my legs He approached my neck again, as if to caress me there, but he left his hands on either side of my shoulders and I felt his kiss on the back of my neck You can't imagine how hard it is- His warm chest rubbed against my back he passed the tip of his hand to me. His tongue was in my ear and he played with it in there, turning me on even more. I moved my tail to rub it against the bulge hidden by jogging. It came out of my ear, He returned to my neck and placing the tip of his tongue there, he went down my neck. column to my tail his hands lowered my panties and he began to kiss me alternately and delicately the buttocks and pass his tongue over my part, wetting it more and more with each pass. Stop for a moment - I asked him. Carlos thought I wanted to stop the thing, nothing could be further from my mind but he remained kneeling there, not knowing what to do. I took advantage to turn around and as I passed my legs over him, I picked them up momentarily to take off my panties and I was completely naked before him, offering him, without saying a word, my sex and my breasts. He stood up to lower the joggers and the briefs at the same time. I extended my arms to him attract it to my body. I hugged him to feel his heat in me and his penis in my door of my sex, rubbing itself looking for the entrance, wet, warm and desired. I'm going to get a condom - he whispered. Nooo.nooo..I have IUD don't go.- He opened my legs more, settled in and penetrated me to the hilt. bottom, without any problem, as I was so wet and open... I I sighed as I felt full of Carlos. He waited a few seconds and began to pump my sex, with waves of heat that came from my intimacy and They reached every distant corner of my being. Soon he finished, with a little more abrupt pumps, filling me with his cum accumulated with the last bomb I hugged him so he could relax on my chest. I hadn't finished, but I forgave him because he was very needy. Of course, when he recovered, and after a good blowjob introductory, I put it together so that I could finish and so I could have my unfaithful orgasm at the same time that Carlos unloaded his second helping of milk inside me.