We fell exhausted. Our bodies were drenched in sweat and a smile filled our mouths. Delicious. Full. Exciting. Perverse.

We fell exhausted. Our bodies were drenched in sweat and a smile filled our mouths. Delicious. Full. Exciting. Perverse. Sublime. I lay down next to her, kissing her cheek and took one of her breasts in my hand. It is extremely gratifying to touch a woman's breast. I don't know what makes us look at them and touch them. We just can't help it. And boy is it beautiful. He kissed her cheek and neck from time to time while playing with her nipple. We were both still panting from the effort we had made moments before, but we were happy. I whispered “I love you” in her ear as I squeezed her nipple tightly, making her moan a little. - We already needed love – I said after a while - Well yes, but the day is still young – he said mischievously. - That's the attitude my love - I responded to his desire and added willingly - Another one? Since that time in Veracruz, the sex between us became better and better. Unfortunately, due to different circumstances, upon returning to Mexico City, we could not do so. In my house it was now impossible for different reasons and the same in yours. Which forced us to resort to a habit that I had forgotten: going to hotels. When I moved house due to family needs, my libertine sexual options were completely blocked. So I turned to hotels and discovered a new way to enjoy sex. Although at first I felt shy and insecure, over time it became normal. I also discovered that in hotels you don't have to worry about cleaning or covering traces of what happened for fear that parents would inquire. There was also no need to hold back on shouting, gasping or anything that came up during the act, nor beware of gossiping neighbors. In short, the perfect option for a teenager or young woman who does not have her own apartment. We planned it when we arrived in Mexico City. For some reason, we were both extremely horny and decided to hold out for a bit, until we went to a hotel. And talking with her, the curiosity arose to try new things for both of us. We got up early on a Thursday and headed downtown. It was a normal day and a little cold for the end of summer. As I said before, I am an incorrigible pervert. I have a very dirty mind and a sexy imagination. Having so much confidence in her, I expressed my likes and dislikes; I even invited her to read my experiences. He took it relatively well. She was definitely not like that. She wasn't a masochist, as I prefer women in sex, but she was simply sublime. I love her madly and passionately and I would never do anything to harm her. I let him know that I love oral sex. Receive it and do it. I love anything kinky. And also, the acquired pleasure of anal sex. From experience, I know that most women are reluctant to try it; However, I know for a fact that most women who try it (as long as they get the hang of it) become a little addicted to the sensation. The trick is to excite them enough, do it carefully the first few times, lubricate it well and dilate it a little. From what I have read, heard and experienced, I know that almost 90% of women who try it, love it and want to repeat it. I repeat, as long as they do it right. Because there is every brute… So we headed to a sex shop to buy lube and see what else we could glimpse for our encounters. When I told her about it, she wasn't interested, but she wasn't negative either. His eternal “I don't know” prevailed in his responses in relation to sex. We had met the day before and when I saw her leaving her house, I immediately started drooling. She was wearing black leggings that highlighted her legs and ass, while on top she had an extremely low-cut round-neck blouse that showed a little of her beautiful, small breasts. Without further ado, I grabbed her by the buttocks and kissed her passionately. She returned my kiss and grabbed my penis, still asleep, over my pants. I took her hand and we headed out to buy “things.” Exhibitionism is also an acquired taste and I passed it on to her. Apparently he likes it as much as I do and that's a good thing. So on the way we didn't stop touching each other, no matter where we were. We walked holding each other's asses and from time to time I would grab her tits or she would rub my package with her hand. She also took advantage of any opportunity to rub my ass... I love that she does that. We were extremely hot. When we arrived downtown, after an exciting and exciting ride on the subway, we wandered around different stores until we decided what to buy. We saw some very interesting things and I caught a glimpse of some others that I had read about. In the end, to cut a long story short, we bought only two things: a vibrating penis ring and edible lubricant. In a hurry, we headed to a hotel and asked for a room with a jacuzzi. As soon as I entered, I undressed her. I missed seeing her naked body. Her skin was smooth and visibly soft. Her breasts were like two small mountains and her mop of hair urged me to bury my face between her legs. I quickly undressed and looked anxiously at his expression, fearing that he would hate my body. I have gained a little weight due to a sedentary work life. But I found no repugnance in his view of my body; On the contrary, his gaze expressed nothing but affection and desire. I should have known, I thought. I should have known he would love me the same. I sat on the bed with the rifle at the ready and pulled her towards me. I kissed her perky breasts. So beautiful and so willing for me to touch them. I kissed her abdomen and breathed in her scent. As I hugged and kissed her in my position, I felt between her legs. I was soaked. I felt his hands on my head, alternately caressing my neck and my back. Seized by desire, I lightly bit one of her breasts, got up and laid her on the bed. I lay on her and she spread her legs, knowing I was going to penetrate her. But I didn't do it. I kissed her with all the passion I could, trying to convey everything I felt with my lips and tongue. I caressed her breasts and playfully twisted one of her nipples. And I broke the kiss, sat up and grabbed her thighs. I spread her legs and pressed them as close to her body as I could. The sight of her sex, open and throbbing, ignited desire inside me and I penetrated her forcefully. We both uttered a cry of pleasure. That position is extremely pleasant. I got to the bottom of her and I understood that she liked that. Our moans were hoarse and my thrusts were strong and slow, but constant. At one point our eyes met and it was too much for me. I was very excited and didn't last more than 10 minutes. I felt tremendously bad, because she was just beginning to enjoy herself, when I had already finished. Seeing her, so submissive, so defenseless and so ready for anything... seeing her so beautiful, so loving, so sexy, so small and so fragile and seeing her enjoying it like me... made me reach orgasm long before she did. That was one of the best orgasms of my life, even if it was very brief. I apologized to her, but she scolded me. I kissed her gasping and she responded with her playful tongue. She caressed my face and said “it doesn't matter.” My heart almost broke hearing that from his lips. From experience I know that it does matter, but the fact that she has to lie like that to make me feel better speaks to the fact that she feels a very deep love for me. The fact that she is willing to give up her own pleasure to make me feel good… Wow… I love her and I am grateful for every second I spend with her. I love your understanding and patience with me. But I wasn't going to leave her like that. I cupped her cheek with one of my hands and said, “Are you sure?” to which he nodded firmly and added “we still have the whole day left…” That cheered me up a little and I kissed her, happy, although a little embarrassed by my performance. That feeling urged me to, in some way, make up for it. So I started touching her and fingering her. She let herself be done while she reciprocated my kisses and my caresses. I caressed her entire body, stopping at her secret parts. - I love you Valeria – I said between sighs. - And I love you – he responded with a smile on his lips. I stuck to it while my “friend”, after about 10 minutes, started to wake up again. We changed positions and she turned her back to me. I pulled her even closer to me and felt my member rubbing against her buttocks. I caressed her breasts, playing with her swollen nipples. I kissed her beautiful back slowly and tenderly while my penis grew with every second. She rubbed my buttocks more and more and I felt her skin awaken to the sensations that my hands and lips caused. After a while of this treatment, she turned to me, kissed me passionately and placed herself on top. I penetrated her immediately. And we did it again. She shuddered with pleasure as we moved slowly and softly, accompanied by our light moans. I put my arms around her and caressed her back with my hands and kissed her tenderly on the mouth as she went up and down, bringing waves of pleasure out of me that I can hardly describe. I lay down and grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard, just the way she likes it and she smiled. It was an intense pleasure. A dull, complete pleasure. I looked her in the eyes and said “thank you.” She increased the pace and I was in heaven. I was just one of the two poles of this story in the middle. One of the two variables in this polarity. She was my torment, my fabulous complement and my source of health. Incredible that any two cells would find each other and love each other. A sweet magnetism… So we were united. Not only were our bodies one; so were our hearts and souls. Having a degree of union with someone at that level is extremely pleasant. It is not the fleeting pleasure of any fuck (which is also immensely delicious). This was love, it was all kinds of love together. She slowed her pace and I increased it, unable to contain myself in the face of such pleasure. I raised my knees and drilled her mercilessly while I heard her scream with pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell, prey to gravity and the intense movement of our bodies. That vision fired me up and I increased my pace even more. She screamed even more and I don't know when she climaxed. For my part, I was ready, only this time it lasted as long as normal. Maybe it was about 45 minutes. About 45 extremely delicious minutes. We fell exhausted. Our bodies were drenched in sweat and a smile filled our mouths. Delicious. Full. Exciting. Perverse. Sublime. I lay down next to her, kissing her cheek and took one of her breasts in my hand. It is extremely gratifying to touch a woman's breast. I don't know what makes us look at them and touch them. We just can't help it. And boy is it beautiful. He kissed her cheek and neck from time to time while playing with her nipple. We were both still panting from the effort we had made moments before, but we were happy. I whispered “I love you” in her ear as I squeezed her nipple tightly, making her moan a little. - We already needed love – I said after a while - Well yes, but the day is still young – he said mischievously. - That's the attitude my love - I responded to his desire and added willingly - Another one? - We better turn on the jacuzzi, does it beat you? – he answered me calmly - Ok – I said, giving him a friendly buttock. I got out of bed and turned on the hot water. I sensed his presence behind me and instantly felt a strong spank. That gesture made me feel very happy. I love being spanked in that context. Valeria laughed mischievously and headed to the bathroom. I turned on the TV and while I was looking for something entertaining to watch I saw her walking, completely naked, towards me. I repeat: I love seeing their nakedness. It's devilishly beautiful. - You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen – I told her honestly. - You know that's not true – he said, reproaching me. - It's clear, you are a very beautiful woman – I said offended. It is difficult to express one's own vision and mine was simple: Valeria is the most beautiful woman in the world. - It isn't true. I didn't want to argue. It is impossible to argue with a woman. You can tell a woman a thousand times that she is beautiful and beautiful, but she will never believe you. On the other hand, if you ever find out that she is a little “chubby” or ugly, they will never forget it. That's how they are... and that's how we love them. We need them. I kissed her and caressed every part of her body. It is simply perfect, “even that couple of extra pounds” as Arjona would say. Soon the jacuzzi was ready. The water was almost boiling, the way she likes it, and I endured the punishment, just to be by her side. We quickly started kissing and caressing. I couldn't believe I didn't get tired of that. Maybe I would never get tired of kissing her and touching her. We did it again in the jacuzzi, wrapped in bubbles and extremely warm water. Although I must say that compared to our bodies, the water would seem cold. We took a break to eat and watch TV for a while. However, we still wanted to continue. I wanted more and so did she, apparently. I needed to be inside her and for her to feel me. To fill her with me and for her to fill me with her being, her flavor, her heat. And we were already at it. He was on top of me again, making circles with his pelvis, making me moan with pleasure. And suddenly he said to me: “spank me.” That surprised me a lot. She was not that type of woman. I don't know why he did it. I don't know the reason, but I didn't want to talk about it and get carried away while the moment lasted. I complied with his demands and remembered, after a long time, what it was like to spank an ass. That pleasure, so immense and gratifying, but forgotten, returned to me like an ocean wave. She hit me with such force that a few moments later, I finished again, flooding her with my seed. Valeria panted while I caressed her breasts. She had also, it seemed, had an orgasm, although not as intense as mine. He snuggled into me. It was barely heavy and gave me a wonderful feeling. Her small body, resting on top of mine, made me feel like a man. I was her male and she was my female. I loved her and she loved me. I felt safe with her and she with me. I have rarely been as happy as on that occasion. Whole, at peace and complete. We forgot what we had bought and I missed the opportunity to try to fuck her in the ass. It will be another time... However, there was something I couldn't stop thinking about. Although I greatly enjoyed the round of spankings (and they were strong... very strong) that I gave him while we were making love, something didn't let me assimilate it. She wasn't that kind of person. I know, because I know her. I don't know her as well as I would like, but I know her and she's not like that. I must admit that, in sex, I prefer and lean towards masochistic women. I like to dominate. I like to inflict pain, humiliation. It turns me on and excites me, but as long as the other party agrees and, above all, enjoys it. If this is not the case, I would never dare to try something like that... what can I say, each person has their own tastes and ways. He loved her just the way she was. With their tastes and their ways. And, I repeat, she was not like that. Was she trying to satisfy my sadistic tastes, even though she wasn't a masochist? While it is true that we all have a somewhat masochistic side within us, there are levels. There are those who enjoy them and there are those who only like “strong caresses.” There are even people who don't like it at all and find pleasure in delicacy. On the other hand, I like the other extreme and my beautiful wife is not one of those women. It doesn't bother me, on the contrary, I'm happy to unload my eggs in her pussy, her mouth or her beautiful ass. Even seeing her naked is more than I deserve. I didn't want to hurt her... I love her so much and the idea of lacerating her beautiful, smooth skin, no matter how much it excites me, I like it and turns me on, is inconceivable. Suddenly I shuddered: Valeria loved me so much and wanted to satisfy my tastes, even if she didn't share them. Did he love me that much? I was moved almost to the point of tears. I must, always and at all times, reciprocate that great love. But how to tell him what he thought without making him offended? Yes, I like to spank you and I would love to do a thousand more things to you, but I know you don't like it... I know you do it for me and you put up with it, but please don't ask me to do that... it wouldn't sound good. How could I express it? It could be channeled with other things. Maybe she was more shameless with me. That she shamelessly offered me her vulva or her ass and encouraged me to fuck her. Maybe she would let me record it while we were doing it. Don't know. To be honest, the fact that he gives me an oral treatment is enough. Even I owe him… I don't know how much time I spent meditating on these aspects, but she brought me out of my reverie, as she began to kiss me passionately. Feeling his tongue inside my mouth and feeling his body, naked and hot on mine, is a pleasure that I hope will continue in my life. His hands caress my shaved head. His longing lips kiss me. His tongue, timid and restless, plays with mine. I feel his breath in my mouth and it is delicious, it floods my being. Her hot nipples rub against my chest. I smell its smell. Smell of woman, of sex, of pure love. And there is no hesitation, there is no doubt. I know exactly what I have to do. I sit up and turn him around. I caress his face and my fingers tangle in his hair. I caress her all over her body and open her thighs with my hands. Throbbing and red with desire, her sex invites me to enter. My arms slide down her back and... she writhes beneath me, languid and docile. Slowly and sighing, she hugs me with her legs while arching her back. His arms rest on the bed, which is now a battlefield. A fierce battle. Shocks and shocks shake our borrowed bed. Little by little our rhythmic movements become wild attacks. Their screams fill the silence, but for me it is music. The most beautiful music a man can hear: moans of pleasure. Her nails dig into my back as I scream “I love you.” But I also make music: sighs, moans and I feel the beat of our hearts in unison. I grab her hips in a frantic counterpoint. Our rhythm is like a silent song. Like sudden thunder. Like the beating of a distant drum that makes a crescendo. Finally, and after half an hour, she explodes. He shouts, but I'm still on the warpath. I don't give up and soon, I unload on her. In that moment, I saw her, just as she was. Warm and flexible. Next to it, any diamond would look like a whetstone. I felt the urge to grab and squeeze her breasts, but I stopped, because I didn't want to disturb such a perfect scene: I was satisfied. Valeria opened her lips and sighed, and the sound she made was like the cooing of a dove to my ears. That sigh made it worth being alive. I devoured it with my eyes and, although my “companion” no longer felt like doing anything, my mind continued working. Beautiful. Devilishly beautiful. Among all the places I have visited, among all the women I have seen and enjoyed, only a couple of times have I generated what she did. The sweetness of her breath, the softness of her breasts. The smoothness of your skin. The urgent and rapid moans escaped through those eager and tender lips like rose petals... I lay down, with my eyes closed and a smile on my face, enjoying that quiet languor. I savored the moment; Then I opened my eyes and kissed him on the lips tenderly. It was beautiful to see her like this, tired but happy. Looking at her like that was like looking at a painting of a fire. Moments before, it was the fire itself. Devilishly beautiful. - I love you – I told him. - And I love you, my love – he responded between moans. - Let's go now. It's 8 at night - I told him as I got up little by little. - Ok