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I am 28 years old woman. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes. I married when I was 20, out of an impulse.

I thought that everything that was important came in a marriage, in family. I had the meaning of happiness and the ability to share it with my lover.

I like hearing all kind of things and I'm not afraid of the unknown. I liked being with my friends, beautiful and wild, young women who were constantly hunted by a lot of guys.

Their admiration for us made us think that we were the best. And sometimes we needed some space to feel our freedom. It is true that I considered that looks were everything, but in a man I was interested mostly in his brain.

I likes guys with a lot of imagination, who were creative and knew how to escape the daily routine.

I used to consider life just a big adventure, and this is why I was always in a good mood. I hated dull and sad men.

My optimism and enthusiasm led me to him, the boy who was a perfect match for all my hopes and aspirations for a man. We became friends. We were both generous and full of life and very seductive.

We got married after a month. It's been years since then, filled with joy and sadness. I never cheated on my husband until...

I was on a business trip with a guy from work, Frank. Things weren't going as planned, so at night we went to have a drink in the hotel bar. We drank a few drinks, and I went up to my room cause I had started to get drunk and I wanted to call my husband before I would become completely dizzy.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. It was Frank caring a bottle of champagne. I let him in and called my husband. I sat on the bed and started talking. I felt like making love. Frank came near me, very close. My husband asked me if I was alone, and I assured him I was by myself in the room.

I was very aroused. I told my husband I missed him very much, when suddenly Frank put his hand on my knees. I rejected him, but he continued.

I was afraid my husband would hear me. So I had to let him do whatever he wanted, so I closed my eyes. His hand came up, between my legs. I felt I couldn't concentrate any longer.

Frank began unbuttoning my blouse and kissing my shoulders. I felt very relaxed. Then he took off my bra. I moved my body to make him do it all quicker, so I could get over with it.

I was accepting his kisses, his caresses. He took my breasts in his mouth while he firmly rubbed them.

Without my will, I moaned. My husband heard me. I told him that our conversation had got me very aroused, and that I was masturbating. Frank smiled.

My husband told me that he was doing the same thing. In this time, Frank unzipped my skirt and took it off. He liked the fact that I was wearing a garter belt.

Frank pulled me on the side of the bed. I asked my husband what would he like to do to me and he answered that he would like to eat my vulva. Suddenly, Frank spread my legs wide and began liking me off.

I was moaning and guiding with my words the moves of the two men. My husband asked me to describe what I was doing in that moment. Frank stood up.

I began sucking his big penis between words thrown to my husband. I told him I was sucking off a man in my room.

He didn't believe me. I could hear though the receiver his will of satisfying me. Frank got me on my hand and knees and penetrated me forcefully. I was moaning and screaming over the phone. It was fantastic.

I asked him to go faster, I screamed and said good-bye to my husband. I didn't know it he had a great orgasm, but I sure did. Frank stoped because he was getting close to the point of non-return and he didn't want to ejaculate. He was a master in prolonged intercourse.

I asked him to get it out so I could suck him again. So he did. Then he stuck a finger in my rear entry. I told him I was a virgin there, but I was willing to try.

I turned my back to him and he got his fingers wet in my vagina. Then he put the juice in my anus, and penetrated me slowly with his big penis. I felt my muscles loosen up and his entire penis inside my anus. I screamed and cried because on the pain.

But I liked it. I liked it a lot. Despite this pain, my fingers were on my clit, rubbing it. His hands were everywhere, and I didn't want him to stop.

I started moving my hips around his penis faster and faster. I felt it all inside me and I was screeching the bed with my nails.

It lasted forever and it ended in Heaven.