We were 25 when we moved near a favela, and things began to change. It all started with a guy who always bought bread at a bakery near our house. My wife is 5'6" tall and has a body that attracts attention despite her small breasts. She's very white and usually draws glances when she passes by. This time was no different. This guy lived in the favela up the street from us. He always came down to buy bread at the same time as her. It started with a few glances, then some laughter, and it wasn't long before they exchanged contact information.
My wife is 24 years old, with squirmy blonde hair that reaches her shoulders, a slim waist, and perky, attractive breasts. Petite is a thin woman who looks appetizingly thin. We live in a small town in a forgotten department of Colombia. To make ends meet, my wife got a job teaching in a village three hours away. Every Sunday afternoon, she went to school and returned only on Friday. Every remaining time she wanted, she stayed at school for two or three days. The school had a small apartment for the teacher to work there.
I continued my freelance work, but our unstable economy, thanks to our "excellent political class," means companies are cutting exactly what can be cut: consulting services. So I ended up idle most of my time, and staying home without work only created friction with my wife. It was during this low point that, one day, talking to a good friend of mine, he extended an invitation:
I'm going to tell you the true story of how I became the owner of my mother's friend's ass. This woman, I'll call her "S," has always been quite naughty. I remember when I was a kid, I would secretly overhear her talking dirty among a group of my mother's friends. And when I was about 16, she had some really unusual games, lol. She would suddenly come into my room and say, "Aaah, I almost caught you playing bingo outside." But for some reason, my family and hers drifted apart when I was 18, and I haven't seen her in person since.
My wife is 24 years old, with squirmy blonde hair that reaches her shoulders, a slim waist, and perky, attractive breasts. Petite is a thin woman who looks appetizingly thin. We live in a small town in a forgotten department of Colombia. To make ends meet, my wife got a job teaching in a village three hours away. Every Sunday afternoon, she went to school and returned only on Friday. Every remaining time she wanted, she stayed at school for two or three days. The school had a small apartment for the teacher to work there. This took several months of work for my wife. And after a while, I saw the gradual change in her, such as her way of dressing, etc.
I've been married for a little over a year and I suspected my husband was cheating on me with our neighbor.I started to notice the looks between them and I'm sure her husband is suspicious too.This couple is very close and frequents our house and we frequent theirs. I was certain of this when I caught them talking quietly in a corner.
I could perfectly understand the excess in that brief instant; those seconds, in which everything seems to pass before me, time is sustained until it freezes and the senses are sharpened, the concentration is such that the slightest movement generates information from body to body
The first time I heard her, I didn't see her.Just her voice, soft and deep, brushing against my ear, as if she knew exactly what I wanted to hear."Close your eyes," he said.I didn't hesitate. Not because I was submissive, but because there was something in his voice that guided me effortlessly.The room was filled with a warm, soft scent. The air was heavy, but it wasn't just warmth I felt.