FANTASIES OF A MARRIED WOMAN My name is Sandra and at 34 years old I began to feel that My life fell into a routine simi

FANTASIES OF A MARRIED WOMAN My name is Sandra and at 34 years old I began to feel that My life fell into a routine similar to the one I deduced that all mothers lived. that we have known. At 34 years old I worked, ran my house and took care of my husband. The 5 years of marriage that we have lived and the 3 years of boyfriends that we were, gave me the feeling that my whole life revolved around of my husband and my house. The freedom of being able to make mistakes when you were young and living crazy things were over. The passage of time turned my life into routine. Even the couple's sex life is reduced. You feel that passion disappears and that sex between the two is a form of physical relief. Those fantasies of living new experiences, trying things new, nights of passion with another person had gone from being crazy youth to fantasies in my head. All these hidden desires that you want to scream to the four winds, they have to be appeased by the feeling of shame by telling someone. The fear of what they will think of you for having those desires hidden, they fill the mind. One day at home alone, while my husband was working and I He was enjoying a few days off on vacation, I turned on his computer. I was bored and I had time to search the Internet for information I needed. While browsing that world on one of the pages I read CHAT. Enter with the naivety of a newbie in the category of friends. I wanted to know what it was that entertained and fascinated people so much. My First conversation was with a 23-year-old boy. I thought that knowing my age I would close the window and end our conversation, but it didn't. My surprise was that when I told it to them, none of them hesitantly told me that they loved women my age who and was attracted to them. I was surprised by the frankness of saying things, What caught my attention the most was the one who wasn't afraid to tell me anything and What was worse was that the same thing happened to me. I felt that I could express freely and without no fear everything I thought and wanted. We talked for 1 hour, about everything kind of things. I sensed that he was trying to get me to talk about my sexual life. which didn't bother me because I felt free. I wonder what my position was? favorite, that if I liked sucking my husband, if I had been unfaithful to him, if They had done it to me in the ass and all those things that I knew he liked exciting and to be honest I also felt that it excited me. From that day on I felt that the Chat filled a part of me life that I couldn't share with other people. Over time little by little, each Every time I had some time alone at home I went online, I met people with which spoke about everything without any type of suspicion. I started to be more specific by telling them what things I liked, how I liked to do them and that I they did. I continued like this for a while without starting to do more things of the ones that I have told you until I met Pablo. Pablo was a boy of about 27 years, when I met him he seemed friendly, thoughtful, kind and very seductive. Our conversation started as usual (where are you from, what is your name, how you are, etc.), but I knew that he was directing me to a more staff. I let myself be carried away by his words and entered into his game of things that they excited We continued talking to the point that I no longer told him how it was. I sucked my husband, but how I would like to suck him. Think about putting on in front of him, unbutton his pants and take his cock with my hand and knees kiss her gently on her tip while I stuck out my tongue to lick her for all of her. It had me very excited, thinking that I wanted to do that to another man, almost in my head I could see myself kneeling in front of him with his cock in my mouth as I gently moved my head back and forth sucking it all. Thinking about it, my nipples began to get hard, while I wrote to him, I gently ran my hand through them. Grazing them, feeling the hardness of my nipples through the t-shirt I was wearing. Suddenly he stopped the conversation, he told me that he wanted me to see through your webcam. He wanted me to see how hard his penis had made him. cock, I wanted him to see how he came thinking about him fucking me. I ran out knowing what to answer, my body was excited and that feeling of doing something different excited me even more. Without thinking I told him that I wanted to see him and share that experience with him. I turn on the camera and a strong, young boy with a slight attractiveness, which had been able to make me feel a sense of forbidden that drove me crazy. I smiled through the camera and wondered what it seemed. Without words, I managed to write that I loved seeing him and that for me This was a totally new experience and one he didn't know if it could satisfy him. Without saying more, he stood back a little and could see that he was dressed in a pair of sports pants in which a bulge could be seen which I deduced was It must have been the result of his excitement. Slowly accompanied by his hand he went down a side his pants and a cock appeared that through the camera seemed to me to be good size. It's been a long time since I've seen a cock different from mine. husband. The sensation of being able to observe it for myself gave me a tingle, a feeling difficult to explain. Without saying more, he began to gently take it with his hand and slide it from top to bottom. My eyes couldn't leave her, my body was becoming more and more excited. He asked me to caress my breasts rubbing them with my hand and so I did. I felt like every moment I was getting harder and harder nipples. I was surrendered to everything he asked of me. His second The next step was for me to take off my shirt, to which I agreed, leaving my breasts exposed. and my hard nipples wishing they were touched. While I watched how he touched himself his cock, he couldn't stop caressing my breasts. By bowing my head I managed to Gently run my tongue over my nipples as he had asked. Play around with them for a while. Pinching them, licking them, everything I could asking I put two fingers in my mouth thinking it was his cock I was sucking, I slid them in and out across my lips, playing with my tongue moving his head back and forth as if he were giving the best blowjob of my life. I was like that for a while until it was impossible for me not to to be able to lower my hand towards my sex. I was very wet. I wanted to get rid of tracksuit pants and my panties. And at his order I did so. I got naked completely for him while he watched how he accelerated his pace of masturbating. I loved seeing that cock being moved up and down, his face of pleasure It made me feel wetter. I spread my vaginal lips and gently went up between them until they reached my clitoris. I started rubbing it gently while I didn't take my eyes off his cock. Several escaped from my lips gasps of pleasure. He asked me to penetrate myself with my fingers and so I did. I felt like my fingers were entering me gently as if he were the one who penetrated I began to move them slowly, from the inside to the outside making me feel fucked by him. I masturbated like crazy, excitement took over me, I felt that it was a totally new experience because I had not had this pleasure before. never felt when masturbating. I looked at the screen and saw that I was about to cum, he told me that he wanted to finish thinking that he was doing it in my ass, that he penetrate with a finger while I continued masturbating with the tips of my fingers in my clitoris I agreed, I felt how he penetrated me gently thinking it was his cock that possessed me from behind. I saw how he accelerated the rhythm of his hand and how A jet of semen shot upwards while I did not stop rub me Another and another jet shot out which made me crazy and I finished for reaching orgasm too. If I came with him, it was my first experience. There was never I sexually enjoyed masturbating so much. Of course it is not the same as having sex with another person, but I can guarantee that for me sexually I prefer to masturbate with someone else than myself. Since that day we met a few more times (we seemed cyber-lovers), but once I discovered this that partially filled my fantasies sexual, I was eager to have other types of experiences. And the step of time was providing them to me as he did with another married man, a man older than me and even with another woman (which was an experience that I provide recovering those sensations that I perceived the first time)