Hello again, my dear readers.

After that hot story with my friend Lisandro, I felt strange — a little guilty, perhaps — but the truth is, the best word to describe it was alive. Maybe it was the ecstasy of having returned the first infidelity he committed against me, although I don’t justify myself at all. I was always aware of what I was doing, but that afternoon with Lisandro marked a before and after in me…

The years went by. We got married, and that experience slowly faded into the past—both his and mine. Little by little, we built something that seemed perfect. My partner and I were very close, but a problem began to appear: the lack of sex.

My life didn’t change financially. I graduated, started building my own company, and even took on a second job. I love being busy and hate being sedentary. I always made time for my husband, but we were going through a rough patch. I understood it—first, because his work was growing rapidly and bringing a lot of stress, and second… because of me.

It may sound a bit egocentric, but I love sex. I loved dressing up in sexy lingerie, giving him erotic dances… and with my body sculpted by the gym, it wasn’t helping my husband’s erections.

One night, I decided to surprise him. I put on my red lingerie—the one that highlighted my breasts and ass exactly the way he liked. I always dressed with the hope that he would become the young stud he once was.

I covered myself with a robe and waited. As soon as I heard the door open, I positioned myself against the doorframe, letting the fabric slide sensually over my skin.

“Hi, baby,” I whispered, leaning against the frame as I walked toward him with slow, provocative steps.

“Wow, love… Did you just get out of the shower?” he asked, grabbing me by the hips with a mix of surprise and contained desire.

“Mmm… no,” I replied with a naughty smile. “I have a little gift for you…”

I untied the robe with a smooth movement and let it fall. I looked him in the eyes, winked, and with a gesture of my finger, invited him to follow me as I climbed the stairs slowly, confidently, and deliciously suggestive.

My big, firm ass swayed with every step—something my husband couldn’t resist.

“Come here…” he murmured, grabbing me from behind, kissing my neck and squeezing my breasts hard.

“Yesss, my love… I’m all yours,” I moaned, moving my hips in rhythm with his kisses, provoking him even more.

Noticing he was already fully hard, I sped up my steps (though not too much — the heels made it difficult). I took his hand and we reached the bed. With one push, my husband was sitting down, waiting for the show that was about to begin.

“Get comfortable, baby… tonight is your starring night,” I said as I walked to the drawer to grab a condom.

I put on some sensual music, adjusted my lingerie (which had already been pulled aside by his earlier caresses), and started dancing in front of him—slow, provocative, and confident.

“Do you like it, babe?” I whispered, moving my hips to the rhythm, showing off my ass perfectly framed by the red lace. My hands slid up my body until they squeezed my breasts, making it very clear that I wanted sex tonight… and the good kind.

Like a lioness approaching her prey, I slowly moved toward him with the condom between my teeth.

“What’s all this for, baby?” he asked, spreading his legs and pulling off his shirt.

“Shhhh… just enjoy…” I replied as I knelt between his open legs, my face heading straight for my target.

I grabbed his fully erect cock and ran my tongue from bottom to top. One of my hands caressed his chest, scratching lightly with my long nails, while the other played erotically with his balls before taking him into my mouth. I really felt like a porn actress… and it was worth it. My whirlwind of lust was evident in every drop of precum my husband released. His face of pleasure, mixed with the music and his soft moans, was pure delight for my ears.

That night we fucked like we hadn’t in a long time. My lingerie never came off — he just pulled it to the side to slide his cock inside me. Although the ecstasy was intense, it came with a small risk… which finally happened, and he came sooner than expected.

“I want more, love,” I said, turning around, kissing him, and stroking his cock to keep him hard.

“Sorry, baby… I’m super tired, and you’re a total lioness…” he answered, rolling to the side while trying to catch his breath.

In the end, I understood. Even though the desire was still burning, I took care of it myself in the cool shower, washing away all the heat I still carried inside.

That was how several battles went — sometimes I won, sometimes I didn’t — trying to keep the sex life we once had.

After a month, I thought a good idea would be to take a vacation. And what better place than Brazil? The beach, the fresh water, and beautiful hotels seemed like the perfect setting to awaken everything again.

We packed our bags and arrived in beloved Brazil. Everything was perfect. The hotel was practically just for us — it wasn’t peak season and it was quite expensive, but every cent was worth it. Our room had a private pool right in front and the beach just two meters away, with lots of activities but not too crowded. I had the beach almost all to myself. We planned to stay one week, but by the second day we extended it to two. However, after the fourth day, his constant calls started ruining some of our plans.

One afternoon we had a diving activity. We both went, but he had forgotten to leave his phone in the room, and listening to it ring the whole time was torture.

“Alright, guys, today we’re going to swim deeper so you can take some beautiful photos,” the instructor said while each couple grabbed their gear. But my husband was on the phone again…

“Can you please hang up?” My tone matched the annoyed expression on my face.

“Sorry, love. I swear this is the last one,” he repeated — the same phrase I had stopped believing.

The next day I asked him if he wanted to cut the vacation short and go home. He said no, that we should keep enjoying it. But he didn’t realize he was no longer valuing our relationship.

I wasn’t going to waste my vacation or the last four days I had left. A few days earlier I had made some new friends — two single girls and two married ones. With the married couples, I used to go on double dates with my husband, but during those final four days, I started going out alone with the other two.

One day I suggested to my husband that we go for a walk and lie under the shade of some palm trees, but he preferred to stay with his laptop, dealing with God knows what from his damn company. So I went out alone to chat with my new friend on the beach. I wore a simple but sexy black bikini with a sheer black fabric over my hips.

That day the beach was a bit more lively, though people still passed by only occasionally.

“So tell me… how are things with your husband?” she asked.

“Good… why do you ask?” I replied, surprised. Was it that obvious that we were struggling?

“I just don’t see you two very connected… and you seem a bit bored.”

“No, no… well, yes, but no… haha,” I laughed, wishing the sand would swallow me.

“Look, I know that look. I went through the same thing… Do you want to know what my solution was?”

“I’m kind of lost…”

“You need to sleep with someone else,” she said, her eyes challenging me.

“WHAT?!”

“You heard me. I’m sure your husband has already done it. So you don’t have to lose that value you have. You’re a goddess. If you want, you can have any man at your feet… like those guys over there,” she said, pointing to some men (not too young) who hadn’t stopped looking at us from a beach bar.

“Please, you don’t even know me, haha. Besides, my husband isn’t unfaithful… right?” I answered, even though deep down I knew she was probably correct.

“Come on, it’s not that unusual. Look, come here…” She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward them.

“Hi, boys… did you lose something or why are you staring like that?” she asked boldly.

“Uh… sorry, what?” the guys replied, half-disbelieving.

“Sorry, my friend has had too many drinks… we’re leaving,” I said, trying to escape the awkward situation.

“Wait, if you want, we can buy you a drink,” one of them offered.

“Sure, we’d love that,” my friend answered before I could speak.

We sat in front of them. My friend didn’t waste any time and started talking immediately, while I was more reserved.

“My name is Federico, I’m from Colombia,” he said, trying to break the ice.

“I’m Julieta, from Argentina.”

“Nice! And sorry… how old are you?”

“Twenty-six, and you?”

“Wow, I’m thirty-five.”

“Really? I thought you were younger,” I said, slowly loosening up.

“Thank you. I see you’re married…” he commented, pointing at my ring.

“Yes.”

“May I ask why your husband isn’t here with such a beautiful woman right now?”

“He’s busy… I just came out for a walk with my friend.”

Who, by the way, had already disappeared in less than two minutes.

“I think she left,” I said, laughing.

We talked for a while. I really enjoyed the conversation—no annoying phone, no interruptions. But it was getting late, and I had to go back.

“Well, Fede, it was nice meeting you. But I have to go.”

“The pleasure was mine, beautiful Julieta. I hope to see you soon,” he said with a clearly flirtatious tone.

“Sure… with my husband, haha,” I replied, trying to play it cool.

As I walked away, I turned for a second and saw him staring at my ass. That… caused something in me I didn’t want to admit: a wave of heat, a need that flooded me.

When I got back to the room, my husband was already in bed. Without thinking, I threw myself on top of him. We made love all night. It didn’t last as long as I wanted, but the satisfaction I felt was incredible.

Could my friend be right?

The next day we went for a walk on the beach together, and I crossed glances with Fede… playful, loaded glances. I still don’t fully understand why… or maybe I do. I wanted to feel that spark he had awakened just by looking at me that way. I needed that injection of desire to reignite things between us. And surprisingly, it worked.

The day before the second-to-last, I did the same: flirty looks that Fede happily returned… and again, the night with my husband was perfect. That small dose of provocation was enough for me.

The second-to-last day was wild — a night full of passion with my husband. But unfortunately, he had to leave earlier. He suggested I stay until the last day of the booking, and I accepted without hesitation. Despite everything, that beach was enchanting… and going back to the noise of the city was the last thing I wanted.

But was that the only reason?

On the last day, after lunch with my friends, I put on a more revealing swimsuit… a light blue one that perfectly accentuated my breasts and, especially, my huge ass, which I left free for Fede to enjoy the view.

I wanted to thank him for the injection that had given me some unforgettable nights of sex with my husband…

When I arrived at the beach, I sat by the shore, and he appeared wearing short trunks and no shirt. When he saw me alone, he didn’t hesitate to approach.

“Julieta, I didn’t expect to see you here… alone,” he said as he sat very close to me.

“I had to come pay a debt,” I replied, running a nail across his chest.

“Like this? With who?”

Without thinking twice, I leaned in and kissed him hard. Since the beach was empty, I slipped my hand into his shorts and started stroking him.

“Is all this yours?” I asked, surprised by the size of that thick, dark cock.

“And now it’s yours, baby.”

“Come,” I said, taking his hand and leading him to my room.

On the way, I kept stopping to kiss him and let him grab my ass.

“Sorry, this is the biggest and most beautiful ass I’ve ever touched,” he whispered against my neck.

We reached the suite with the door barely closed. The golden light of the sunset filtered through the curtains, bathing the bed. I pulled off my swimsuit in one movement and stood naked in front of him. Fede took off his shorts and his heavy, throbbing erection sprang free.

I knelt slowly, never breaking eye contact.

“First I want to taste you,” I whispered, brushing the tip with my lips.

I took him with one hand (barely able to wrap around him) and brought him to my mouth. I started slow, licking from the base to the tip, feeling him tense under my tongue.

“Mmm…” I moaned, vibrating against him.

“Ah, Juli… that mouth…” Fede groaned, resting a hand on my head without pushing, just following my rhythm.

I sped up, sucking deeper, letting the saliva drip. My moans mixed with his:

“Nngh… yes…” he growled, his hips trembling.

“Uhh… I love feeling you like this…” I replied between licks, looking up at him.

When I saw he was close, I stood up, gently pushed him onto the bed, and climbed on top.

“Now…” I said, guiding him inside me with a slow movement.

We both let out a long sigh as we became one.

“God, you make me feel so full…” I moaned, starting to move in circles.

Fede grabbed my hips and set the pace — deep and steady.

“Just like that, baby… don’t stop…” he whispered, his eyes fixed on my bouncing breasts.

We switched positions: him on top, my legs spread wide.

“Harder…” I begged, digging my nails into his back.

Fede thrust faster, the sound of our bodies slapping filling the room.

“Ah… ah… yes…” I moaned with every thrust.

“Juli… you’re incredible…” he answered, kissing my neck, my breasts, biting a nipple.

Then he put me on my side, one leg over his shoulder, entering from an angle that made me arch my back.

“Like that… right there…” I gasped, feeling him hit the deepest spots.

“I can feel you squeezing me…” he growled, picking up speed again.

Finally, he put me on all fours, my ass high, his hands gripping my hips.

“Look how you take me…” I whispered, turning my head to watch.

Fede leaned over me, one hand between my legs, rubbing me while he kept thrusting.

“Come with me, baby…” he whispered in my ear.

Seconds later, we both exploded — me trembling, him spilling inside me with a long, deep groan.

We stayed wrapped in each other, sweaty, breathing heavily against the pillow.

“Thanks for the debt…” Fede whispered, kissing my forehead.

“And for the injection,” I replied, laughing softly, still feeling him pulsing inside me.

Returning to routine after this adventure was terrifying… The sex no longer fulfilled me, even though it was enough, and my days longed for a beach and a man willing to satisfy my hunger… Although the truth is, when I got back, I felt very guilty and couldn’t look my husband in the eye. I felt dirty, but I managed to carry it. I had no more temptations for the moment, although there are still more adventures to tell…

Well, thank you very much if you made it this far… I hope you enjoyed it, and I look forward to your comment, whether by email or here. Good or bad, anything. I’m not a writer, I’m just sharing my experiences — unfortunately, ones I committed. Also, if you want to tell me one of your stories, go ahead… I won’t judge, I’ll just listen.

Thank you to all the authors who inspire us every day to share our stories… because in this world, we’re all a little perverted.

Until the next one, guys and girls!

Greetings,

Julieta