It may seem like I'm always looking for sexual partners every time I go out alone, and to be honest, it's true. However, the story I'm about to tell here isn't a continuation of the previous ones. It happened before them and, of course, is something rare, reserved only for those who are attentive and open to the opportunities that every street corner, market, or pharmacy can offer.

I have a habit that might help me with this: I always walk with an erect posture and a steady gaze, level with everyone's eyes. I look at everyone I pass, regardless of gender. Sometimes, men I don't even know greet me seriously. Maybe because they think I'm familiar, maybe out of intimidation, I don't know. Women who aren't interested quickly look away. And when they are interested, you notice: their gaze holds, even if it's not accompanied by a smile.

However, that day there was no exchange of glances—in fact, there was only my own. Leaving the pharmacy aisles around 8 p.m., on my way to the checkout, I caught sight of an "ordinary" body: neither thin nor fat, feminine, with curly hair, a dark blouse, and light, flowery, short shorts, but not at all vulgar. Judging by her fair skin, I automatically imagined what her feet looked like. In a matter of seconds, my eyes followed this path to the floor, where I found a pair of white and pink feet, with red nail polish. There were small yellow marks of age, signs of a care not always possible. Her toes, shaped like a ladder, caught my attention: the first one after the big toe was longer than the big toe itself.

She left the register, and I tried to check out my purchases as quickly as possible, still debating whether or not to approach her, since she hadn't even noticed me from the angle we were standing at. Impulsively, without much thought, I decided to speak to her, not knowing exactly what to say. I left the register immediately after paying, trying to prevent her from driving away before I arrived. I intercepted her as she opened the car door. She had a delicate face, a striking nose, and the lines on her face already betrayed her thirty years of age.

I introduced myself, apologized for the inconvenience, and said I thought she was beautiful, asking if she'd be open to new friendships or something. What a ridiculous start to the conversation, I thought at the time. She, cleverly, was direct: she asked if I was married, and I said yes. I countered by asking if she was too; she replied that it was only on paper, that she hadn't been with her husband for a while. Then, bluntly, she gave me her number and her name, which I'll call Beatriz from now on.

The next day, I was working in person at the time, and as soon as I got to the office, I added Beatriz to my contacts and contacted her on WhatsApp. At that time, I didn't fully grasp the mature perspective I have today: getting to know the person, being genuinely interested in them, not just for sex. This never meant, however, talking nonsense or acting like a pervert; on the contrary, I always valued politeness, regardless of the type of relationship. I sent a message, and our conversation quickly evolved, not into a heated conversation, but into something sincere and direct, about our expectations of each other.

We chatted and exchanged some photos and even some nudes, we talked about some desires and fetishes, she sent me a photo of her feet and wow, what wonderful feet, I realized that she didn't want to show the soles, some women are afraid to show the soles and heels, because it's a part of the foot that is harder to keep soft, even if they are not cracked, that part has the habit of getting thicker, but I don't care, on the contrary, I love it...

We chatted, exchanged a few photos, including some nude ones, and discussed desires and fetishes. At one point, she sent me a photo of her feet, and wow… what gorgeous feet! I noticed she avoided showing her soles; many women are wary of this area of ​​the heel, as it's harder to keep soft. Even without cracks, it's common for it to get thicker, but I don't mind. On the contrary: I love it.

In the middle of the conversation, she mentioned that she sensed a certain trepidation in me—something she didn't see in other men. She said I still seemed undecided, as if I were debating whether or not to cheat on my wife. This observation made me reflect. I replied that the fears and regrets are there, and I don't want them to disappear; they're part of life. I accept both the good and the bad, and that's exactly why I'm here, talking to her. This isn't a flirtation to feed my ego… I want to consume what we're plotting.

So we started planning what we would do. We agreed to go to a motel that afternoon, each of us making excuses about having an appointment or commitment, either at work or at home. In my case, since I shared the finances with my wife, it would be complicated to pay the motel directly (by the way, here's a tip for those who don't want to leave this record on their account: I sent Beatriz a Pix, and she would make the payment, since her husband didn't have access to her account).

At the agreed time, I picked her up from work. That day, I put more effort into my appearance: jeans, a fitted plain shirt, mid-calf shoes, and a nice perfume. She mentioned she'd be changing clothes, so I asked her to wear something comfortable. It could be sexy, yes, but the most important thing to me was that she feel comfortable before and after our date. I also asked that if she wore a dress, she could forgo the panties and show off her feet.

She complied with the request: a light, loose, flared dress, just above the knees; elegant gold flats; loose hair; sweet perfume, and, as agreed, nothing underneath the dress.

Like a true gentleman, I complimented her on how beautiful she looked, opened the car door for her, and only after she was settled in did I place my hand on her leg and kiss her lips. I joked that I needed to check if she'd kept her promise. She smiled and lifted her dress, revealing her hairy pussy. She'd said she'd shave it, but I asked her not to, because I like it that way. Then she lowered the straps of her dress, revealing two large, slightly sagging breasts, the nipples almost pointing to the floor, and large, yet soft, almost transparent areolas surrounding the slightly pink nipples.

I just admired with mischievous smiles. She covered herself again, and we headed to the motel, making small talk along the way. I drove with my hand on her thigh, while she gently stroked my shaved head, massaging the nape of my neck gently.

When we arrived at the motel, I parked the car in front of our rented room and smiled at her. I asked her to wait. I got out of the car, opened the door for her, and held her hand firmly. As soon as she got out, I hugged her, pressing her back against the car, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. She reciprocated in kind, with a tight hug and a deep kiss. Then, hands intertwined, we went up to the room as if we were lovers…

I opened the bedroom door for her, and we entered. I asked her to sit down and offered to remove her sandals. I knelt in front of her, gently kissed her feet, and slowly slid the sandals off, leaving her barefoot. Before letting them touch the floor, I kissed them again and gently ran my tongue over them.

Then I got up and went to fill the hot tub, leaving my shoes, socks and t-shirt behind, preparing the space for the two of us.

It was time for the unbridled fun to begin. I walked over to her, stood up, grabbed her ass, kissed her intensely, and lifted her onto my lap. Then, I threw her firmly on the bed and began to descend, covering her neck and chest with intense, wet kisses. I pulled down her dress to fill my mouth with her breasts: I sucked, sucked, and nibbled mercilessly. She had told me that her husband barely looked at her and that I could leave marks.

I quickly helped her remove her dress, while her hands were already unbuttoning my pants and taking my cock out. We were in such a rush that I barely noticed the time passing. When I realized it, our clothes were already spread out, and I was rubbing my cock against her clit while sucking on her large, pale breasts.

I moved down her belly, which had a slight sag, something natural in any woman's body, but which I adore. With strength and voracity, I squeezed, nibbled, and kissed every inch until I reached her hairy pussy, already very wet. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and calmly kissed and admired her as if nothing else existed in the world but that pussy. Then, I sucked her completely: her lips, her clitoris… I buried my face in her without any fear. I sucked, licked, ran my tongue all over her, inside her, and then, in random ways, I indulged in her clitoris.

I sucked like that until she came and made sure not to take my mouth off her pussy until she stopped shaking. She literally melted into the bed. Then I started running my tongue all over her sensitive body after orgasm, starting with her feet and soles. Remember the hard heel I mentioned at the beginning of the story? I sucked it there… I wanted to show that I wasn't just looking for the basics of breasts, ass, and pussy; I wanted everything. I spent a long time licking behind her knees, biting her back, and of course, I lingered savoring her asshole, deep inside, in the folds, and nibbling on various areas of her back. She moaned with every bite. I sucked her elbows, lifted her arms to lick her armpits, lifted her breasts, and licked the crease between her breast and belly. I called her hot, unfaithful wife, whore, depraved… I told her how we would cuckold our spouses together that afternoon.

She crept toward my cock, and I quickly brought her feet closer so we were lying opposite each other. She eagerly lapped at my cock, while her feet came within reach of my face, and I wasted no time: I devoured them greedily, licking, kissing, sucking each toe, nibbling the heel, and running my tongue over the soles. What delicious feet. Nothing extraordinary, ordinary, well-groomed, but not the feet of a princess. Still, simplicity attracts and fascinates me, making everything more pleasurable. Her blowjob was delicious, without any hesitation; she truly enjoyed taking in every inch of my cock and balls. With those feet in my mouth and her sucking so eagerly, I would soon come.

We'd already discussed some tastes on WhatsApp, so I noticed when her finger started massaging the folds of my ass. She asked if she could continue, and I lifted my legs, getting into the roast chicken position, holding my thighs to leave my asshole wide open and exposed. It was wonderful to feel her tongue massaging around it, licking each tip carefully. I could tell she was a little wary, and that was okay, I wasn't going to force her to penetrate me with my tongue; I know that's a limit for some people. I started masturbating and moaning, praising her tongue, her mouth, asking her to lick more. It wasn't long before I came all over my belly while she licked my asshole. Soon after, she came on top and cleaned me up, all over my cock, my belly, every drop of cum.

I went to wash my cock and then we went to the hot tub. Like two lovers, we hugged, chatted a bit, and soon started playing again. She was already stroking my cock, which had hardened again, and climbed on top of me, rubbing her hairy pussy against it. I sucked her breasts hard and eagerly, gripped her jaw, and slapped the unfaithful married woman's face a few times. I spat on her breasts and sucked them wetly, under and over the water, while I grabbed her ass and played with my fingers at the entrance to her asshole.

I went to get a condom, and when I returned, I lay on my back, leaning against the edges of the hot tub. She sat on my cock and began bouncing nicely, albeit slowly because of the water. We made a mess, spilling water everywhere. Then I turned her over and fucked her on all fours, with my hands braced against the walls of the room. We moaned loudly, exchanging insults and provocations. The sex was wonderful; we changed positions a few times, but mostly we stayed in those two positions. I didn't ask if she wanted anal. Again, I warned her I was about to cum and asked where she wanted me to cum; she said she wanted it in her mouth.

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and ripped off the condom. Standing, she knelt in front of me, and I slapped my cock against her face. Then I said:

-Beat it for me and let me squirt my cum in your mouth, but don't swallow, I want to kiss you dirty with cum.

She pounded hard, begging for milk, and when I told her I was coming, she swallowed the head of my cock, taking my spurts straight into her mouth while licking the glans. I howled with pleasure, gripping her hair tightly. As my cock began to soften between her lips, I helped her up, and we kissed romantically, my cum dripping down our mouths.

We realized it was getting close to home, so we showered together. We had another quickie, this time a little more intimate. After the shower, I offered to dry her off and dress her, showing all my affection and care for her and her body. I even put on her flip-flops and kissed her feet before we got ready to leave.

In the car, I opened the door for her, repeating the gesture as I dropped her off in front of her house. We said goodbye with a soft kiss, remarking on how wonderful it had been to spend that time together.

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