SECRETS

The House

4. Fears.

The following days were somewhat strange, Malu appeared more often in front of me, that is to say, it was more frequent to meet her anywhere and at any time in the house, however she passed me by without paying the slightest attention to me, but her continuous and sudden appearances where I was were not mere coincidence.

I began to question again my obsession with her. But I immediately gave myself a mental slap in the face, even though I was the one who was acting inappropriately, she was liking it, or at least I thought she was that night. She was aware of what was going on, not that she was a child, with 16 years old she must have had some experience, being so beautiful it is not surprising that she was showered with pretenders at school and maybe even some girl had come to pretend to her.

I didn’t know what she thought about what happened the other night, but she enjoyed it, she enjoyed it. My final conclusion was to understand that she could be afraid, after all she still looks like a child. Her eternal adolescent build makes her look more childish than she is, what a contradiction.

But that little body she has is not that of a child. Everything is well adjusted, well defined, in spite of not being a dedicated sportswoman like Carola, her legs are stylized and delineated with a firmness and tonicity worthy of a high performance sportswoman, they had to be her mother’s genes. Not like the skinny ones whose outline is a straight line and flabby flesh, not at all. Both legs crowned with two half spheres almost perfect as butt. Hard and firm, they seem to be inflated under pressure.

I’m going to have to include here a picture of her butt so that you can understand what I can’t explain with words. The line that defines the contour of her legs is abruptly cut to give way to those mounds of flesh. Almost in the same way in the lower back, where a clear funnel is formed at the end of the back and the beginning of these globes. Ah and without being able to fail to highlight the icing on the cake the two venus dimples that form in the lower back shortly before giving beginning to the butt.

The image of her ass open like a flower in all its splendor followed me for several days. Maru was the main beneficiary. She was receiving the full consequence of my prohibited and perverted obsession, sessions that were comparable only to the time when we were sexually honest with each other.

In those times shortly before we were married, I had begun to feel that Maru was not liberal enough in bed and had taboos about the sexual act. Some things were missing in our relationship, she enjoyed it, she was “hot” in her feeling, and took many times the initiatives, which I love, she liked me to use my tongue mercilessly on her nether parts, but then I could not kiss her, AND she was not completely reciprocal with my sex and never made me finish with her mouth. So no swallowing and/or facial. She would aim my discharge at her breasts and then run to the bathroom to clean herself.

She would take the initiative of course, but it was to initiate everything. In the end it was up to me to do the hard, arduous work of making her come and finish. Rarely did she take her place on top and it was little to vary positions, two and ready to finish.

Anal sex was one of my biggest challenges and I failed miserably, after several unsuccessful attempts I gave up looking for it, from then on we argued more than once and she didn’t want to talk about it at all. A threesome? never! impossible. My wife was secretly homophobic and now I was about to find out.

It was then that I sought relief outside the home. I set my sights on a young assistant of a former co-worker. He was married and had told me about her, without telling me who she really was, he told me about a girl he had who was a demon in bed and did everything. One day in an oversight of them I discovered them, when I picked up the phone and called him to his office just to see him arrive for an urgent matter.



As soon as he crossed the door of his office I called him. And he thought it was her calling him, since she was in the anteroom of his office.