The Married Albanian Woman

Hello from me as well. My name is Aspasia (that's what they call me in Greece), I'm from Albania and I'm 24 years old. The text you're about to read was helped to be written by a Greek friend of mine. I know Greek quite well but I don't know how to write except only in capital letters. Anyway, maybe none of this interests anyone.

I got married in Albania to an Albanian man and I was just 18 years old. That is, I've been married to him for 6 years and we came to Greece five years ago. We got a job together at a souvlaki shop. The souvlaki shop was owned by a couple, he was 45 and his wife (a fat one) around 35.

At first everything was normal, although from the first day my husband and I started working there, I noticed that the boss did nothing else but stare at my legs and my chest. I may not have big breasts like his wife, but it seems he wanted to fuck a skinny chick like me.

After almost two years of working there with my husband, the boss had started becoming more and more bold towards me. In fact, many times when the fat one didn't come to the shop and when my husband happened to be serving outside, he kept throwing compliments at me. Sometimes about my long brown hair, sometimes about the short skirts I wore and many other things.

So one day when his wife (it was Saturday and usually on Saturdays we didn't have much work since that shop at the time didn't have delivery), didn't come to the shop and my husband had gone to Albania (his father had been hospitalized), we were left alone in the shop, me and him. It was very cold and raining, from customers one at most two every hour.

So we're sitting near the gas heater next to each other and we were talking. Around ten thirty in the evening, he said to me.

—We didn't do anything today with this cold. What do you say, shall we leave?

I took off my apron. Underneath I was wearing a very short skirt, I like to show my legs, he just saw me and laughed and said to me.

—Wow, wow, lucky your husband.

—Why?

—What kind of girl are you? You could raise the dead.

—Don't forget. You're married.

—So what? You're married too.

We closed the shop and got into his car. It was the first time I sat next to him. My skirt rode up even more. His eyes almost popped out. Meanwhile this game had started to really appeal to me, he was also a very handsome man and to tell the truth I liked the idea of fucking him. So I made no attempt to pull down my skirt and whatever was going to happen, let it happen, besides the fact that I couldn't stand his fat wife at all, nor did she like me, let's be honest, she probably envied me for having such a nice body.

When we arrived at my place, I looked right and left, there was no one on the street and so I suggested he come up with me for a coffee. We went up, he sat on a sofa in the living room and kept looking at the time.

—You're scared, huh? I said to him.

—With you I'm not scared of anything, although my wife might call.

I made him coffee and sat next to him. In front of him something had swollen, he was hard. Then with a move, I put my hand on the bulge, he grabbed me abruptly and started kissing me like crazy. He took off my top and started kissing my little tits. He almost bit my nipples wildly. My pussy had started dripping with lust.

We undressed quickly. He had a terrific cock, my husband's probably looked like a child's next to his. I took it in my mouth and enjoyed the size. After a while we went to the bed, he started licking my pussy lips, he was driving me crazy, my own husband had never done anything like that to me, the only thing my husband knows is to put me down and fuck me without waiting for me to get horny first. After licking my whole body from top to the soles of my feet, I got on top of him impaling myself on that whole thing. I was cumming non-stop when his cell phone rang. It was the fat one, he was telling her that the car broke down and that he would be a little late and I, impaled with his dick in my pussy, was going crazy at the idea that I was fucking her husband while he was talking to her.

When he hung up the phone he turned me on my back and started fucking me again, then my own cell phone rang. It was my husband from Albania. I was talking to him and cumming. He thought I was eating something since I couldn't talk to him like other times. That I was eating, I was eating but that something was fantastic. Luckily right at the moment I was hanging up the phone he started cumming on my face and mouth. Incredible amounts of cum and he was shouting loudly.

I continue to have an illicit affair with him and in fact now I am four months pregnant and my husband thinks the child is his. Little does he know that the child is the boss's since after that first time I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted to have a child with him and I finally managed it. Now we are thinking of both getting divorced and getting married. We are very much in love.