Mature

I left my number on the supermarket receipt and thought she wouldn't dare. At five fifteen, the doorbell rang at my penthouse.

The door was ajar, the candles were lit, and there was a note on the bed. Even so, I went in, undressed, and obeyed.

I thought the night was over, until her hand returned to my cock and she ordered me to follow her naked to her room.

Her husband kept pushing her to tempt me while she pretended to resist, until she ended up naked in my villa begging me for more than she imagined.

I saw him come down the hallway in boxer briefs, smelling of soap and alcohol, and realized I could no longer pretend he was only my son’s friend.

At the nude beach, I realized she wasn’t lacking desire—only someone willing to push her where she had long wanted to go.

I woke up with her gathering my clothes, but when she bent down beside the bed, I knew I wasn't going to study a thing that morning.

She made it clear from the moment she sat beside me that she wasn’t planning to pay with money, and when she asked me to stop at the park, I understood why.

They asked me to book a room and bring XL condoms. When she came out of the bathroom, I understood why she’d made me drive halfway across the province.

I got up on tiptoe to spy on the murmurs from the next room. Camila’s father wasn’t on the bed. Her mother was, on top of another woman.

When she opened the door in new stockings and a short robe, I knew there was no turning back—and that I was going to share her completely that afternoon.

When I saw her damp panties on the towel, I understood it was no accident: she knew exactly what I did whenever she left.

When my wife saw that man’s cock, her expression changed; in that instant I knew our fantasy had become irreversible.

What began as an absurd game between boss and subordinate changed when she saw me naked and smiled—and I knew I was no longer in charge.

When I saw the man hiding among the bushes, it was already too late to cover myself... and worse, I didn’t want to.

I went to fix a leak on a Saturday and ended up on my knees between a mature woman's legs, obeying every order without knowing what was coming next.

It started with glances in the locker room, but when I opened the apartment door and saw my girlfriend with him, I knew the night was about to get out of control.

When her body pressed against mine during the kizomba, I knew I wasn't going to leave things unfinished with that mature woman that night.

Hidden inside a luxury car, I watched them start touching each other and knew that if I didn’t leave immediately, I’d end up soaking wet.

That dawn they paid me just to watch, but I ended up on my knees, with one cock in my mouth and another opening me up without my being able to pull away.