Chapter 30: The Boss's Wife

It all started when I returned from my military service. My body—the result of the physical exercise performed during 14 months of intensive work in an elite army corps—had transformed that skinny guy, who barely finished his engineering degree, into a burly, manly man with more than respectable musculature. I thought my father was crazy when he convinced me to enlist as a volunteer, but today, I thank him.

Up until then, my sexual life had been as ordinary as it gets: a "quickie" once a week with my girlfriend, Dolores. It was standard, no frills; me on top, her on the bottom, three or four thrusts until I finished, and that was it. Then, if we were in a place where we could be at peace, we’d smoke a cigarette and go to sleep; otherwise, we’d get dressed and go home.

Dolores was tall, nearly 5'11" (1.80m), a brunette with long, jet-black hair—so black it sometimes looked blue—and lethal green eyes. However, she came from a well-to-do, very Catholic family, and I barely managed to have sex with her before marriage. But there was never an erotic position, never a blowjob, nothing. The truth is, I was quite satisfied and didn't care in the least whether she enjoyed it or not.

Only at the very beginning of our relationship did she show a wild and hot side. I remember our mutual deflowering; the truth is, there’s nothing like the first time:

> We were alone in bed when we began to kiss in a different way. We devoured each other, enjoying every union of our lips very intensely. We spent nearly half an hour like that, between words and kisses, but I already had the heat inside me—even more so since she was wearing a small skirt and a blouse where her large breasts could be seen.

> I lost control... I began by caressing her back, and from there, I moved to touch her large, enormous, and beautiful backside. But she abruptly told me "NO!"—saying we might do something stupid. But I insisted, I began to kiss her again, and my hands went back to work. This time, their goal was her breasts. She was getting excited; I could see how she enjoyed it every time my hand landed on her chest, still covered by her blouse.

> After intense minutes of caressing, I took off my shirt and got on top of her. I began to remove her blouse and suck her two beautiful, large breasts. She couldn't take it; she told me: "My love, I love you, I love you."

> My penis was already fully erect at the sight of those breasts. Very gently, I began to move my hand down her legs, then up again very slowly until it was between her legs. She let out her first moan of pleasure. I adjusted myself so I could delicately lower the small skirt she was wearing. She was left in a tiny pair of panties, which I lowered by grabbing them with my teeth. She was completely wet; I was at the breaking point. I began to kiss and suck that vagina that my sweetheart was giving to a man for the first time in her life, and I was the lucky one. My girlfriend groaned with pleasure; drops of excitement splashed from my penis.

> I stood up and took off my pants, staying in my underwear, where it was clear that my penis was hard and large. She saw it and said: "If all of that goes in, it's going to hurt." I said nothing; it was my first time too.

> I knelt down, and she began to touch my penis. Suddenly, she began to suck it in a way no one else ever has. So much so that in less than two minutes, I ejaculated between the breasts of my dear love. We began to play with our bodies again, giving each other little kisses, and once my penis regained its strength for the main event, I introduced it very gently into her vagina. I slid it in slowly while she moaned in both pain and pleasure. It hurt, but she liked it; she told me: "Put it all in, it's so good, ohhh!"

> We began to move, very slowly at first, with some fear, inexperienced. I grabbed her legs and put them on my shoulders so we could enjoy it better. There was pain, but the pleasure was greater. She reached climax with screams, telling me how much we loved each other and swearing eternal love. I came with her and ejaculated over her.

> When we finished, we were exhausted. I pulled my still-erect penis out of her vagina, and we saw the sheets stained with blood. We felt no pain; instead, we began to kiss very passionately—a symbol that we had lost our virginity to someone we truly loved.

>

But all of that changed later when remorse set in due to her Catholic morals, and the good times ended.

***

On the other hand, I had a damn neighbor. Puri. There was nothing "pure" or "puritanical" about her; rather, she was a major tease. She was always coming and going from the neighbors' houses when she knew the wives weren't home, using the classic excuses: "I ran out of sugar," "I ran out of coffee," "Please lend me some salt." But the bitch would go in a super-short robe with nothing—or practically nothing—underneath. Ever since I returned from the military with my new look (short hair, muscles, a noticeable bulge, etc.), I became the object of her increasingly blatant gazes and provocations. That woman knew very well what she wanted and what she had to do to get it.

Her husband, Salvador, who was also an engineer, was a friend of my father (who was a widower). Salvador had married Puri in that way men do when they reach a certain age and surround themselves with young women to prove to themselves they are still "alpha males." But at forty-something, he couldn't keep up with a woman like Puri.

Given the good grades I had achieved, he immediately offered me a job in his firm. Since he had no children, he offered me the chance to form a partnership with him if I worked hard and things went well, eventually inheriting the business. I didn't have to think much; I needed money because my girlfriend, Dolores, did nothing but look at apartments and show me furniture—a clear hint that she was ready to walk down the aisle.

I accepted, and that’s where my ordeal began. My neighbor Puri, who was now my boss's wife, wouldn't stop provoking me. One day, she sat in front of my drafting board, and while I worked, she put her hand between her legs and masturbated. I was stunned and more "burned up" than a matchstick, but I thought maybe it was a misunderstanding.

Later, she began to shorten her skirts more and more until the day came when they were miniscule. Then came the stockings—increasingly sexy and daring, with fancy garter belts that drove me crazy. Eventually, she stopped wearing panties altogether. I didn't know what to do, and Salvador, my boss, seemed not to notice. All of this tension was taken out on my girlfriend, who received a much hotter and more brutal session of sex every day. I asked her for new things every day, and to my surprise, she didn't refuse but granted them without complaint, both of us enjoying it immensely.

The day came when Puri, tired of me not responding to her provocations, put her pussy in my face and said: "Eat it." I lunged at it; I couldn't help it. It had been too much time of provocation, and I couldn't stand something so blatant. I stopped what I was doing and licked and sucked until she came. But when I pulled away to continue the game, Puri laughed at me. She told me that if I wanted to have her, I’d have to earn it, and she walked away, leaving me harder than a flagpole and with a brutal craving for sex.