Mercredi, 17 juin 2009 @ 12:56
She(Carmen):
There was something so naughty about it all – quite apart from the fact that I am married. Meeting on the internet, sharing deep dark secrets. Coming face to face. Then simply orgasm (somedays during chats with him without letting him know that I masturbate while chatting with him). I had really got off on it all, enjoyed our night of passion (my version of passion is sharing sexy thoughts and self pleasuring without him knowing) so much I wanted to do it again. The danger just added to my determination. As me and Roberto exchanged emails it was obvious he would dearly love to get his hands on me. The email chat was nice, occasionally sexy. I wanted to know if he thought of me while he fucked other girls. He dodged the question, which I took as a yes. Roberto liked being difficult, I liked trying to embarrass him. But I wanted to paw him again. He began talking about a business trip to Turkey, to a resort near Istanbul . I subtly got the dates out of him and began researching whether I could make it out there, as a surprise. It wasn’t a cheap place to get to from Madrid, and a travel agent advised me to wait until the last minute to get a more reasonable price if I was short of funds. I was, but I was determined to go. The only problem being I would have to go with my husband. There was no way I could come up with a reasonable explanation for going all the way to Turkey alone. So I told him to book a week off work for a surprise trip, told my mother she was babysitting and waited until the week of reckoning.
We got our cheap flights, and by now I had found out which hotel Roberto’s conference was at. I managed to book a room there and, for two days, I booked myself in for every beauty treatment I could and bought some new holiday clothes – I wanted to look good. I did look good. And I know he loves my boobs and curvy figure.
By my reckoning we were actually there a day before Roberto. I made sure I spent as much time as possible with my husband in that 24 hours, and made sure he was satisfied at night. I would need to try and lose him now and then over the following few days, to snatch some time with Roberto.
On our second day I saw some posters advertising the conference, and saw Roberto’s name. We had a nice morning looking round markets and stuff and I began to moan that I wanted to read by the pool. I knew my husband hated sitting by the pool to sunbathe – he would want to go out and do something or playing golf – and sure enough in the end he suggested I go back to sunbathe while he took a trip out to Istanbul and play golf after the trip to Istanbul. Perfect!!! Tous les participants ont 18 ans ou plus.