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It looks funny. There my husband pushes the stroller by lying our two twins. The two girls are our pride. But there is still someone who belongs to this story.
His name is Antonio, comes from Spain and is just 19 years old. We run behind at a slight distance, we hold ourselves on our hands, kiss occasionally and are happy. I know him for just 1 year and yet I love him. At first I found him terrible, arrogant, a nice thing, but I got to know and love him better.
For a long time I resisted the professor and the student, then we drove it everywhere and I became pregnant. Now I not only have 2 children, but also 2 men.
Why did he choose my course. He constantly bothered me, sometimes it was mobile, Then he smooched with other students. So I gave him more and more homework than the other.
He didn’t like that. He was constantly complaining. Over time, his behavior has changed towards me. He visited me more and more hours, sometimes even the same course twice.
The other students no longer interested him. No more smooches, he was often where I was. I didn’t notice that back then. One evening, I waited for my husband again, I sit in this restaurant, drink my wine and am not in a good mood.
Then the door opens and it comes in. He wears a suit and looks really good.
He comes to my table and then he sits next to me. He also orders a glass of wine and then he looks at me so strange.
They are waiting for their husband again in vain again. Apparently he has seen me this way many times. The wine comes, we climb the glasses and it looks deep into my eyes. Now I feel a hand on my knee.
Tenderly caress my fingers. I’m motionless, just look at him, but I see the desire in his look. No man looked at me for a long time. I’m not angry, no, I even like it.
Then the door opens and my husband comes to our table. Antonio, I knew how it was called, get up quickly and look for another table. My eyes follow him. He smiles so lovingly to me.
Now I’m really angry because he broke the beautiful moment.
I have seen Antonio with completely different eyes since this evening. He is beautiful, well dressed, friendly and even hardworking. Everything he gets from me fulfills with award. A few weeks ago we looked for someone who Garden takes care.
Tonight the doorbell rings. I’m lying in the tub, I hear voices, then the door closes to my husband’s office. After about 20 minutes the door opens again, the voices and then the front door is closed. My husband found someone who takes care of the garden.
When I come home the next evening, I see a stranger when cutting the roses. I quickly run towards him, he turns around and I’m shocked.
Antonio stands in front of me. He is the new gardener.
I sit down first. Antonio continues to cut the roses, but I feel his eyes. Because a scream sounds. He injured himself at the thorns.
I run to him, I take my handkerchief and put it on the wound. It doesn’t bleed very badly, but I still get a patch and stick it on the wound. He smiles at me so mischievously. Now I notice that he has planned all of this.
He wanted to touch his hand. It’s worked out. So now he comes home 2-3 times a week to my home. In the past I often walked naked through the house, but since Antonio has been there, I don’t do that anymore.
I don’t want to see me naked. When I think of today.
We almost always run around naked in the house, we also spontaneously fuck throughout the house when we feel like each other. Not yet.
Then Antonio invited me to her, just to a coffee, as he said. So I go directly to him from the university. He got cake and then this coffee. It is probably the best coffee I’ve ever drunk.
He says the best thing there is in his apartment, his coffee machine is. We sit and talk and sit and talk, it has long been dark outside.
Then it happened, I was almost through the door when he hugs me and kisses me. It is a long, demanding, wild kiss.
His Tongue meets my tongue and it’s just cool. When I was sitting in my car for a long time, I still feel the taste of his lips on my lips, his tongue in my mouth. Even at night, I can’t sleep, my thoughts are about Antonio. How should I face him now.
In the next few days I have mine Contact limited to the bare essentials, but a student talks to his professor.
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