The Horn

"My name is Katerina and I am 23 years old, a resident of Galatsi, I have been married for four years to 26-year-old Christos, and I have sinned." That's more or less how I would start my confession, if my husband ever understood what I do when he goes on a haul to Germany with his truck. As you've gathered, he's a truck driver and he confirms the impression everyone has of that type of man. He's tall and well-built, kind and gentle, despite all the "muscles," a bit of a show-off, since the job pays well, but... Since I was 18 when I met him, he continues to have the same behavior in bed.

The first time I made love was with him, inside the cab of his truck, and it was enough for me to get pregnant with our son Dimitris, who in a few days turns five. I had never slept with another man and everything I knew about sex, my husband taught me. Except he didn't teach me very much, because he has a "small" problem. His "manhood" is somewhat small! On top of that problem comes his quick ejaculation. Since he first "took" me in his truck, the longest-lasting contact we've had was ten minutes. And that's if I'm unresponsive to his touches. Because if I pretend to react a little, for example, to grab his cock, my hands fill with his "efforts." The only position we've ever made love in is the missionary. As for foreplay, he couldn't even bear to hear about it! Of course, at the beginning, I didn't know, thinking that's how it was supposed to be. I'd hear my friends say that they fucked with their husbands all night or that they gave them blowjobs and they wouldn't cum and it seemed like exaggerations to me! But when he got the idea to fuck while watching porn on cable TV and I saw that shortly after the opening credits he'd finish, I couldn't take it anymore and I asked him. "Editing!" That's how he answered me! It was just as well, though, because those pornos gave me a kind of solution to my problem... So I bought a vibrator and every night my husband is away, as soon as the little one is asleep, I sit in front of the television and I too enjoy sex with the lifeless cock buried in my pussy. My husband didn't understand anything, but I felt an orgasm for the first time with my naughty "toy." I'd see the leading ladies taking huge cocks in their mouths and devouring them and I'd dream that I was in their place. Of course, I wouldn't even think of actually going with someone else! Christos might have had some problems in bed, but he was the best partner in the world. He never talked back to me, he never raised a hand against me or the child, and he was always full of understanding and affection. I might have married him because I was pregnant with his child, but it was out of love. But I'd better get to the point. The idea to buy a computer was my friend Rena's, who has an electronics store in the neighborhood with her husband. More than anything, I wanted to get out of the obligation, because sometimes I'd leave Dimitris with her to go to the hairdresser or the beautician, but it helped me a lot to pass the endless hours when my husband was away from me. They even gave me a gift of a three-month Internet connection! I started chatting and meeting people through IRC. At some point I got bold and even had cyber sex but it wasn't enough to quench the curiosity I had. One night, just as I was about to shut down the computer and go to sleep, I read about an amazing address with "babies." It must be some porn site, I imagined. That site of yours made me lose my mind! I only stopped reading voraciously when I heard Dimitris, my five-year-old son, coming near me. It had gone nine in the morning! Damn it, I was almost naked. I was only wearing my slip, and that was half pulled down, and I had the vibrator inside me! "Mommy, why are you naked?" the little one asked, full of curiosity. I left the vibrator inside me, pulled my slip up high and stood up straight with a silly, awkward smile. "I was getting warm, my boy." "Come on, Mommy will make your milk," I said and took him into my naked embrace, so he wouldn't notice the vibrator protruding like a male organ through my panties. With great difficulty, I reached the kitchen and made his milk, always keeping him in my arms. My arousal was tremendous! I left him to drink his milk in front of the TV and went into the bathroom, turned on. I was exhausted. One orgasm led to another. I was in the bathroom for over an hour "playing" with the vibrator when I heard him calling me. With whatever strength I had left, I put on my robe and went to him. The rest of my day passed agonizingly slowly, waiting for the time when he would go to sleep again and I would re-enter that page. That evening, I fearlessly continued what I had left half-finished the previous time. I had decided that I would also send a photo, however crazy it seemed to me at first. Provided I found a photo, as I didn't have a single one that was even slightly revealing. The next morning, just before the little one woke up, I dashed to the kiosk and bought a film. When the little one woke up, I took photos of him while wearing only my nightgown. "Come on, you take one of Mommy too, my boy. Here, near the phone. Do you want to call Daddy on the phone?" I said to him. It was enough to drive him wild. He took a photo of me with the receiver in my hand. Completely innocent! Anyway, the rest of the film was all the baby. I went to the neighborhood photographer, so as not to draw my husband's attention if he realized I went elsewhere. "Here, I have some photos of the baby but I want them on a CD too so we can keep them, can you?" I flirted with the young photographer. "Oh, what are you saying, we're neighbors! For you?" he answered all politeness. No one would understand anything. And if anyone later told my husband they saw his wife half-naked on such a page on the Internet, I would say the photographer "dunked" it on me! When I went to pick up the photos, the young man took my hand and said to me meaningfully: "We also do albums with bolder photoshoots. You know, the kind that 'revive' couples." "I'll keep it in mind. I'll prefer you, if needed!" I answered, giving all my slutty charm. I had gone crazy by now. I was preparing the horns for my husband and had started accepting my first offers! As soon as I got home, I wrote a short letter and sent the photo to the page. I was terribly anxious. Christos was coming that day and I had to be careful not to betray myself. I poured a red wine and sat down to wait for him. Luckily, he hadn't changed at all. The same classic colognes, the same classic little teddy bears and little cars for Dimitris, the same classic fuck. My mind was racing to the stories I had read on your page. He had fallen asleep on top of me, naked. I turned him on his side without waking him. I fell to his feet. His little cock was "sleeping" between his legs. I carefully took it into my mouth, with a dose of disgust, as it had his cum on it. After five years with him, it was my first time giving him a blowjob. It had started to harden when I realized I had finally woken him up. I was taking it all into my mouth with great ease, while he moved my head up and down as if he was fucking my mouth. He was surprised by my unexpected "gift." He had finally hardened and was groaning as if giving birth! "Don't you dare even think about finishing!!!" I said imperiously and sat on his cock. He passed his hands over my ass cheeks and squeezed them like crazy. He was terribly turned on. I was moving like a whore and putting my fingers in his mouth.

Finally, I thought, now I will fuck you the way I want! The whore in me wanted it. He didn't last even five minutes. But I didn't stop. Until he went completely soft. I went back down to his feet, bringing my ass to his face. I was licking his balls and cock, but he did nothing. Not only wasn't he getting hard, but he wasn't taking any initiative to touch me either. He had hardened slightly, but not enough for me to take him inside me again. But I was there. I continued fearlessly. I wanted him inside me and was anxiously waiting to feel his tongue on my pussy. He sat and stared like an idiot. Instead, I felt his thick cum on my tongue. That was it. The bastard had managed to cum with his cock half-soft! Big man, you lost, I thought disappointedly. You're not getting out of the horns! Several days had passed, with Christos having these five-minute outbursts and I had forgotten about the photo. But as soon as I closed the door behind him, I almost ran to the computer and opened my email. It took over half an hour to download and I thought it had broken. When it finished, I was left with my mouth open. They had sent me so many emails I couldn't believe it. I started deleting those that didn't have a photo and those that cursed me blatantly, when I came across a completely vulgar one. It showed a female ass, with a huge cock half-inserted in it and two huge balls hanging like tits underneath. This can't be real, I thought. I read the message. It was very short: "This is what happens to those who dare to respond." And below: "Andreas-Soula." I remained ecstatic, staring at the huge cock and the willing ass. It took me more than a quarter of an hour to recover. I replied to the letter asking them to tell me more about themselves, closed the computer, and buried myself in the bathroom in the company of the vibrator. I was masturbating while thinking about the infinitesimal possibility of that cock being in my own ass. In my VIRGIN ass, to be more precise. In the days that passed, my only concern was Andreas and Soula. But how can they? What do they want from me? This can't be real. We exchanged more emails and they sent me more photos. I learned everything about them. She was 22 years old and worked as his secretary. He was 31 years old and was a Persian carpet merchant. He had inherited from his father who left him a huge fortune and little Soula as a secretary. She had started working at their shop since she was 18, right after finishing school, and when Andreas took over they met and fell madly in love with each other. They've been married for two years now and this was their first attempt to meet someone from the Internet. They kept insisting I send them more revealing photos too, but I explained the situation. We started chatting for hours. They were both very careful about what they said. I didn't expect this to happen to me, but Soula managed to turn me on more than Andreas. Not that I ever forgot his huge cock, which he made sure to remind me of every so often with photos of it. One day they sent me ten photos they took with a timer while they were making love and wrote to me that I urgently needed to send them some of my own if I wanted to continue. I was in a bind. What was I supposed to do, stop there? I didn't know if I could anymore. I was addicted. Who would take nude photos of me? I couldn't ask my son to take such photos, but I couldn't mention such a thing to my husband either. In the end, I thought of the photographer and what he had told me. Maybe it was the best solution. I couldn't think of anything better. In the worst case, I would tell Christos it was a surprise for his upcoming birthday and that these nude photos were a way to have me "close" to him when he was away for work. I made an appointment with Elias, the young photographer, for that same afternoon, telling him I wanted a commemorative album of the little one. I left Dimitris with Rena under the pretext of going to my gynecologist and after doing my hair and getting ready, I waited for him in the living room. I had put on the sluttiest underwear I had in my closet. Over it, I wore a sheer black top and a hot, tight-fitting mini skirt. I also prepared some more underwear for greater variety and left it on the couch. I felt like a rookie model at her first test shoot. When the doorbell rang, I had already regretted it. I was thinking of an excuse to send him away without him finding out my intentions. As if I was going to undress in front of a stranger to take nude photos to send to a strange couple! I opened the door with a fake smile, but Elias almost ignored me, burdened as he was with some tripods and umbrellas, and went straight into the living room, tossing a dry "hello." I followed him into the living room without having time to react at all. "A little water if possible. The damn elevator wasn't working and I came up the stairs," he said as he set down his tools. I instinctively headed to the kitchen to get him water. My God, what will this man think, I thought.

When I returned, I found him sitting on the couch, pushing aside the underwear I had left there. "So, you finally made the decision, about the album we talked about," he said, holding one of my black thongs in his hands. It's too late to back out now, I thought. I was already humiliated as much as I was going to be. Now, let me enjoy it. "Yes, but, I've never done this before, you know, and I'm a bit embarrassed. It's for my husband's birthday, a gift, if you understand," I said, reserved. "Ahh. No need for the formal 'you' anymore, don't you think? So, Katerina, let's have something to drink, to warm up the atmosphere, and when you're ready we'll start." We talked for about twenty minutes and had emptied the whole bottle of wine. We were fired up from the alcohol and the conversation, which kept revolving around sex. He stood up and took the camera and started shooting, while I struck poses laughing, at first modest, but gradually more erotic. He fixed imperfections in my hair with professional attention and directed me on the poses I should take. We opened another bottle of wine and continued. At one point, he came over and ran his hands under my top, unhooking my bra with one motion. He was so close to me that I could feel his aroused organ touching my stomach, over his jeans. "You know, these kinds of tops aren't worn with a bra. They're for showing, not for hiding," he said, looking me straight in the eyes. He had given me palpitations as he slowly took off my bra and revealed my aroused nipples. He caressed them gently over the top and took two or three steps back. "Like this," he said simply and took another photo. I was terribly turned on and he knew it, but he continued his work like a good professional. I ran my hands under the sheer top and started rubbing myself in front of him. I had driven him crazy. Every now and then he took a sip of wine, trying to hide his excitement, while I, as if delirious, continued uncontrollably. With one motion, I took off my skirt and was left in my panties. Luckily they were black and didn't show how wet I was, except for a few hairs peeking out from the edges. "You don't shave it, right?" he asked and moved closer to me. "No, my husband would kill me if I shaved it," I said, agonizingly pulling down my panties. "His loss!" he said, taking photos non-stop. I was completely naked now. In front of a stranger, terribly turned on and tipsy from the wine. If he touched me even a little, I would jump on him, without a doubt! I leaned back on the couch exhausted, hiding only my pussy with one hand. "Ahh, no shyness now!" he said smiling and carefully spread my legs open. I didn't resist at all. I can say I liked the way he touched me. He left me with my legs wide open, completely naked, facing him, and continued taking photos. I ran my hands over my breasts and then put my fingers in my mouth, like a little girl. Immediately after, I lifted my legs high and started rubbing my clit shamelessly. I had lost all control of my body. My juices were already running down to my ass, as I had my legs up in the air, while I moaned with pleasure in front of the stranger. I came, screaming so loudly that he fell on top of me to cover my mouth, so the whole neighborhood wouldn't hear us. "I hope you have something better than your hands to gag my mouth with," I said like a streetwalker. The alcohol had freed me from all inhibition. I wanted this man like a bitch.

He stood up and unzipped his pants, revealing a hard cock twice the length of my husband's and as thick as my wrist. He came threateningly over me and brought it to my lips. "Now that's a cock!" I blurted out as I took it as deep into my mouth as I could. "You know, Mi," he said and came immediately. Damn this luck of mine, I thought and pulled back, letting him cum on my tits. I didn't even get to put it in my mouth and he came. What's wrong with everyone, cumming like that? What do I have to do to find someone who can last a little longer? This guy was even worse than my husband... what a waste of a cheating opportunity! I got up disappointed and grabbed some napkins, which I found handy, from the treats I had brought out, to wipe off his cum. I felt a terrible disgust with all that cum on me. I was absorbed and didn't pay attention to Ilias. He pushed me against the wall and violently lifted one of my legs in the air. Like an electric shock passing through my body, I reacted to the cold wall that came into contact with my still "dripping" tits. He lifted my hands above my head, holding them with one hand, while with the other he thrust his cock into my pussy. I was about to faint. Accustomed as I was to Christos, I imagined that as soon as he came, he would have "gone soft," and besides the surprise of his hard cock inside my pussy, I was hurting from the difference in size as he "rammed" me unexpectedly. I couldn't take it anymore like this. He was taking me standing up as if I were a little whore, but I liked it. I deliberately tensed my ass so he could go as deep as possible. He had already let go of my hands and was frantically grabbing my little tits. He was fucking me mercilessly and I was enjoying it. Finally, a man who knows how to do his job! When he eased the pressure a bit, I managed to turn around, surprising him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung onto him. "To the bed!" I said and started kissing him passionately on the mouth. Without wasting a moment, he lifted me slightly, holding my ass cheeks with his hands so I wouldn't fall, and bringing his cock over my pussy lips, he plunged into me. I let out a cry of pain from his unexpected movement and bit his lips with hatred. He carried me towards the bedroom and with each step, his cock would slide out slightly and plunge back into my pussy like a skewer, while he nearly tore my ass in two with his hands. He laid me down on the bed on my back and climbed on top of me upside down. He nestled between my legs, bringing his wet cock to my face. This time I would pass. I don't have such a great relationship with big cocks, I thought, but with hatred I grabbed it in my mouth, as soon as he ran his tongue over my wet pussy lips, simultaneously pressing my clit with his chin. I let it out of my mouth only for a moment, because I was about to choke, as I desperately wanted to scream. "I'm cumming, don't stop! Lick it all, baby!!!" I shouted and resumed my work, taking his balls into my mouth. "Come on, I want you inside me, Now!" It was enough for him to get up and turn me over on my stomach. He lifted my waist just a little, opening my ass cheeks completely and thrust inside me again, with hatred. "So you like it from behind, huh? You have someone else on your mind and you don't want to look me in the face or you want to take me in the ass?" I said, unable to understand where such vulgar expressions were coming from. "Yes bitch, I want to take you in the ass. Has your husband ever taken you in the ass?" exploded Ilias, while he continued to fuck my pussy. "Come on then, what are you waiting for? Rip me. Take my virginity. Since my husband doesn't want to rip my ass, you rip me if you can." I was provoking him without knowing the consequences... He pulled out abruptly and without thinking much, he nailed it inside my ass. I screamed from the pain. No lubricant, not even an attempt to prepare me a little? He had ripped me like a leaf in two. I fell like a dead woman on the bed, while he tried to get out. But I dragged him with me, having his cock in my dry little ass. He was holding my head with both his hands and pushing me down. At the same moment I felt his contractions inside me. He was cumming inside my little ass. He passed his hands over my ass cheeks and, pressing, pulled his cock out of me. He continued to cum, playing it over my deflowered ass and I felt his cum dripping over my violated asshole. I had gone numb. All this time I hadn't said anything. I couldn't speak either. The tremendous horniness I had wasn't going away, it was just lessening the stinging in my little ass. "I didn't want to hurt you. It was an impulse of the moment. It was my first time taking ass too." Fuck, I thought, he found my ass to deflower, the bastard? I didn't answer though. I didn't have the courage. I heard him getting dressed and then gathering his things, until I fell asleep. I was woken by the persistent ringing of the doorbell. I got up terribly tired and exhausted from the drinking and the fucking and put on whatever I found in front of me. It was Rena with the little one. "He won't settle down. Christ, you look terrible! Are you in so much pain?" she said, scaring me even more. "Well, yes Rena, you know how it is now. I have a uterine prolapse and it hurts a lot" I answered, holding the door tightly so I wouldn't fall. "Send him to me again tomorrow, so you can rest a bit. Take care. Are you eating well?" she continued. "Thank you, it's okay, Christos will come tomorrow morning, thank you for keeping him tonight" I replied and finally she left. I was about to fall on the doorstep and faint! I gathered whatever strength I had left and fell into bed hugging the baby. I woke up the next morning to Christos's kisses. "If I didn't find you hugging the baby, I'd think you were cheating on me!" he said laughing. I blushed. I looked at myself better and saw that I wasn't wearing anything except the robe I had put on to open the door for Rena. I swallowed dryly. "Daddy, mommy is sick. She went to the doctor yesterday. Her peepee hurts." the little one blurted out. My sweet boy, you just saved mommy, I thought. Christos was startled. "Are you okay? What's wrong? What happened?" he said, stunned. "It's nothing, I just have a slight uterine prolapse and I need to rest for a few days" I said, putting on the most innocent tone I possessed. I had managed it! He believed me, didn't suspect a thing and even felt guilty that he wasn't with me when I needed him. Ah, if only he could fuck me like Ilias too. The days passed quickly with me bedridden and Christos taking care of the little one and the house. We were spending a second honeymoon, only this time instead of fucking for five ten minutes like then and me being left unsatisfied, out in the cold, I "blackmailed" him into licking my pussy until I came too. I started to masturbate while we made love, showing him that I needed to be satisfied by him too and he adapted well to my new demands, although he was puzzled at first. Luckily I had the excuse that I saw it on the cable porn channels. When I finally got up from bed, he decided he could return to work. The next day he left for France and would return in ten days. The money was good and he wanted to buy me clothes from there. As soon as the door closed behind him, anxiety gripped me. On one hand, if Andreas and Soula were disappointed and stopped being interested, and on the other hand Ilias, who hadn't given any signs of life, thankfully, they were creating a feeling of guilt and anxiety in me. I opened the computer, which I hadn't touched all the days Christos was home, and read my emails. Thankfully they were still looking for me. They had sent me new photos of themselves and their mobile number. My eyes sparkled. Various ideas passed through my mind and I definitely had to start implementing them immediately... I dressed the little one and took him with me. We went straight to the Daycare Center. That was it! Starting the next day, I could take him every morning and without being too burdened financially either. The issue is what I tell Christos. The next stop was at Rena's shop. "Rena, I want a mobile phone, as soon as possible!" That's done too! Let's go for lingerie. I bought it all. Garters, thongs, bra tops, sheer nightgowns... I made a bold renewal in my wardrobe. Besides, I needed it! And now, let's pay a visit to the photographer.

She was serving a customer when Dimitris and I entered. She smiled and gestured for me to sit down. She then turned towards me and, smiling at my little one, said: "What can I do for our little friend?" "For the little one, nothing for now, if you have something for his mom," I said with a wink. "Yes, how. Could you come by around three when we close?" "I'll come by tomorrow when the little one will be at the daycare. Let's say midday," I interrupted him. "Although I'm quite in a hurry, you know," I added. "I have an idea," he said and called Nikos from the dressing room, a young guy who helped him. "Nikos, my boy, please take the little one and go to the cafe further down. Get a sweet to eat and whatever else you want, we have a little job with the lady," he said and gave him a ten-thousand note. "Come back in about an hour, we'll have found the photos the lady wants." As soon as they left, he locked the door and flipped the sign. He smiled at me lewdly and accompanied me to the back room. We barely got inside before we fell into each other's arms. "I missed you, baby," I told him. "I saw your husband's truck and didn't bother you. I wanted to hear news of you, are you okay?" he answered as he undressed me violently. He left me only with the stockings and garters I had bought especially for him. He tried to guide me onto his cock, but I was reluctant. "I won't waste my time giving you a blowjob, baby," I said meaningfully and laid him on his back on the floor. I climbed on top of him and sat on his hard cock. I rode him like a demon up and down for about ten minutes and only got off when he signaled he was about to cum. He came on his hands and stomach, smearing his cum everywhere. I let him jerk off by himself and sat on his head. "Lick my pussy now! So you learn next time to deflower married ladies from the ass!" I commanded him. I was enjoying the freedom of movement this illicit encounter gave me, while simultaneously doubling the horns I was putting on my husband. He was licking my asshole, putting his tongue as deep as he could, and I sometimes took him in my mouth and sometimes jerked him off indifferently, as if it were a game. "I want to take you again," he managed to say. "The way you're all dirty, I don't think so!" I said laughing ironically. "You fucking slut, I'll tear you apart. Now you'll see, you little whore," he said angrily and threw me abruptly off him onto the floor. He turned me over violently onto my stomach and spread my legs. I pretended I didn't want it, and that turned him on even more. He thrust all the way inside me and was pumping with a frenzied rhythm. He passed his hands under my body and reached my breasts. He grabbed them firmly and held onto them as he went in and out of me. I pulled them close to me and put his fingers in my mouth. He was close to finishing. It was time, I was finishing for the third time, when he pulled out of me and turned me over by pulling my hair. He came on my face, slapping me with his cock. As soon as he finished, he forced my jaws open and shoved it in my mouth. I was disgusted by the smell of his cum. I tried to pull away, but he insisted. "Suck it, you slut, you'll see, you'll like it. I know what kind of whore you are. You pretend you don't want it, but as soon as your husband leaves, you come to get fucked," he said and pushed my head onto his half-limp organ. We had gone too far. It's one thing to cheat on your husband and another to be treated like a one-hour whore. I got angry and stood up abruptly, crying. I was still crying when my son entered the shop with the young man. I was trying to hold back my tears so they wouldn't notice. I tried to leave when he grabbed me by the hand and threw the photos he had taken of me into my bag. "They're all in there. The negatives and everything. I also wrote them on a CD. Sorry, I went too far." "I think you were paid double for that photoshoot. I hope you understand that and regret what you did," I said leaving, slamming the door shut behind me. I left hastily with the baby in my arms, crying and unable to understand what I did wrong for him to treat me like that. My only consolation was the developed wedding photos he threw in. In the end, it was a big sacrifice, but maybe it was worth the trouble. That evening I couldn't bear the crying anymore. I wanted to talk to someone, to tell them what I was going through. I picked up the phone and dialed the mobile number of Andreas and Soula. I only found Soula at home. Andreas had gone out for some work. At first she didn't understand me. Then she didn't believe it. She realized I was in a bad state and let me talk without interrupting me. I told her everything. The problems we have with Christos in bed, that I'm locked up at home all day with the child, that I have nothing to occupy myself with to let off steam. And of course the cause of the trouble! Ilias and the photos I took to send to them. As soon as she heard about my infidelity, she cheered up. She suggested I go over there so we could talk in person. I explained to her that I couldn't because I had the child. Then the tears caught me again. I couldn't stop? "Give me your address and hang up, I'm coming." I gave her my address completely mechanically, without a second thought. I curled up next to the fireplace, with the lights dimmed, looking out the window at the few cars passing on the street. She had already had three. I felt so alone and defenseless. Had it started snowing? I was crying like a little child, with no one to lean on. I got up, half-drunk, and opened the door. It was Soula; I recognized her from the photos they had sent me, only up close she was even more beautiful. I fell into her arms as if we had been friends for years. She hugged me too and tried to calm me down. "Come on now, don't cry. You haven't committed a crime," she told me. She led me to the living room and we sat side by side, talking about my problems and drinking until I fell asleep in her arms. I was woken by Dimitris, who was tugging at my sleeve to get up. "Get up, Mommy, get up to take me to the kids." I got up from the couch carefully so as not to wake Soula. I prepared his milk and dressed him to take him to the kindergarten. "Mommy, who is the lady sleeping in our living room?" he asked as I was taking him down to be picked up by the school bus. "A nice lady who came to help me because I was in pain, my dear," I answered indifferently so as not to arouse his suspicions. A nice lady. When I returned home, Soula had gotten up and was trying to fix herself up, as she too had slept like me, in her clothes. She turned and smiled at me while I watched her, mesmerized. My God, she was absolutely beautiful. I hadn't noticed how beautiful she was before, as I had been absorbed by my problems. The photos they had sent me didn't do her justice. "Tell me?" she said, laughing. "What is your husband looking for that he can't find in you and wants someone like me?" I managed to ask. "My dear, it's not my husband who wants something, but me!" she answered, creating even more questions for me than I had before asking. "I have to call him, I left him a note saying I'd be with you and he must be eaten up with worry," she said and headed for her bag. On the phone, she spoke sweetly, showing herself to be a woman in love. What problem could she possibly have that made her want another woman close to her, from her husband, who, as far as I knew, she had married for love, just like me? "Can I take a shower? If I'm not a burden, of course," she said as soon as she hung up the phone. "Yes, of course, no burden at all," I answered, pretending to be willing. I went to the bedroom and took out two clean towels. "You know, if you want to change, I have plenty of underwear, I bought it yesterday," I said as I took out the provocative purchases of the previous day from the drawer. "Mmm, you have good taste!" she said and started undressing in front of me. She was wearing a white shirt tied in a knot just above her navel and tight blue jeans. Taking off the shirt revealed two large breasts that had been hidden beneath it until now, bare in front of me. It seemed familiar, as I had seen her naked before, but not up close. "Do you like them?" she asked, understanding my surprise. "Should I?" I answered her question with suspicion. "Don't stand like that. I don't bite. And I'm not a lesbian, if that crossed your mind. I'm madly in love with Andreas, but I feel like something is missing for us," she added while also taking off her tight jeans. "And who doesn't have something missing?" I wondered aloud. "Come, come close to me," she said, opening her arms wide. Her blonde hair fell over her bare shoulders, barely covering her beautiful breasts. She was wearing only a tiny thong that left a little of her light brown pubic mound provocatively visible to my wide-eyed gaze. For the first time, I felt so close to a woman; for the first time, I looked at another woman so erotically. I moved forward slowly and fell into her naked embrace. I burst into sobs. She stroked my hair and kissed my neck. She had slipped one hand under my woolen sweater and was caressing my back, so gently that I shivered. I cried on her bare chest, which was so firm, unlike my own. "I too need such a tender embrace, like yours," she said and she too burst into tears. I raised my eyes and looked into hers. I felt her pain, although I didn't know where it came from. I ran my hands over her back and caressed her. She leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. I surrendered to her tender kisses. I gently touched her breasts. Her nipples hardened abruptly and she shuddered at my touch. We continued kissing for a long time, so tenderly and erotically, as I had never kissed anyone else in the world. The guilt that seized me with every touch of hers was extinguished by her passionate kisses. With one movement, she took off my sweater and left me bare-breasted as well. We hugged again, tightly, as if we were bound together so no one could separate us. She pulled me into the bathroom and undressed me completely. I, in turn, took off the only garment she was wearing. We are naked in the bathroom, wanting to tear each other apart, but we were barely holding back, so as not to ruin the magic of the moment. Her waist was slender and delicate, accentuating the curves formed by her long, shapely legs. Between her two legs, her blonde pubic mound, a smoldering fire, "sat" above her tiny slit, which was like a forbidden fruit of paradise. I was like a trespasser in a fenced meadow, touching her where no female hand had ever touched her, dazzled by so much beauty. The warm water fell on her and cascaded over her firm breasts, raising her body temperature sky-high, like a fever. I wanted her, yes. And she desired me. I felt it more and more with every kiss of hers. It was becoming fuller, more mature. The awkwardness of her first kiss was replaced by eroticism, and her hands had become an extension of her mind. They violated me from everywhere. I moved slowly on her fingers, which were lost in my own slit, as if I were making love to a male member, moaning deeply with pleasure. I held onto her shoulders as if I were riding a wild horse.

I couldn't take it anymore, I fell into her embrace again and finished with her fingers inside me. The whole time I was "traveling" on her fingers that had entered my sweet vulva, I had taken the fingers of her other hand into my mouth as if they were a male organ entering and exiting, violating me. I knew well what satisfaction in love meant and I had felt it to the utmost degree from a woman. But now I had to regain my strength and bestow it upon her as well. I knelt down, and spread her two legs wide apart, resting them on the two sides of the bathtub. I had an angelic view of her "love." Was she patiently waiting for me to conquer it? To make it my own. Mixed with soapsuds in the hot water, innocent and guilty together, she shuddered at the touch of my lips and my hot breath. It was stripped of excess hair, with a single triangle of golden down indicating the point of her release. Her hands, like oars, paddled around my head which was trying to ram her like a battering ram. Her deep breaths showed me the way, in my attempt to violate her precious treasure. I adored her juices which covered my whole face, like a little girl secretly eating a juicy slice of watermelon, falling face-first to suck up its last drop. Unable to bear any more of the pleasure I was offering her, she pulled me up onto her aroused breasts. I surrendered to her tender embrace, ecstatic from this dimension of love, which she generously bestowed upon me, in love with a woman both divine and mortal at once. A woman who granted me fulfillment and the warm embrace I had been missing for so long... TO BE CONTINUED...