On my farm hunting (1: With my friend's ex)

Annoyed by the interruption, I asked him the pass, expecting it to be important and not the typical employee of a company using this stratagem in order to answer him was Patricia, Miguel’s wife, my best friend had never called me, so to hear I thought something serious had happened <.../p>

-Pati , how I can help – I asked missed by his worried tone

I need to talk to you in his voice there was a mixture of fear and vergü embarrassment, can I have received. ? -.

? ‘Of course, you notice unusual, anything happens – I said, trying to draw her out something, as its secrecy was complete

. I could not discover what he had in mind, there must be something very intimate and needed to tell me in person. Viewing the topic, perhaps the best was the meet somewhere where you feel comfortable, away from the eyes of my employees, in a place that could expound without anyone bothering her. I asked him if he preferred not to invite him to eat, and so have time to explain your problem calmly, without the forced interruption of my work. The idea seemed good, so we were eating that day at a nearby restaurant.

The rest of the morning was a disaster, I could not concentrate on the issues as they continually reminded his call, the tension in his words. Pati knew from the times of school, one girl started dating Michael, I still can see in the uniform of Jesus Master, a white shirt with plaid skirt that remained great. At that time, we were all in love with her, but it was he who after a football game, who had the courage to ask her out, and since then had never ended. They were the perfect couple, he an executive atop an Italian firm, the perfect wife she lives and can not do enough to make him happy.

I arrived at the restaurant with five minutes early, as he had made the reservation I had to wait the long queue formed daily at the entrance. After sitting at a table smoking, and anticipating that would have to wait a while because of the heavy traffic that had that morning in Madrid, I asked the waiter for a beer. It came quickly, as always coming splendid, with a suit jacket and skirt beige, perfectly blended with a brown blouse, pretty halter and sunglasses that completely obscured his eyes.

I greet with a kiss on the cheek, everything seemed normal, but as he sat collapsed, so I had to wait to calm down to find out what was happening to him.

I was a little calmer when I began to tell what was happening to him.

-Manu, I need your help-I said going directly to cloth-Miguel takes a few months, drinking heavily and when he comes home, becomes violent and I glued. No I could not believe it until removing his glasses, he showed me the enormous bruise that covered his eyes entirely.

I have never endured the abuse, especially when this involves two people so close. If Michael was my best friend, his wife was not far behind, were many years sharing long evenings and even vacation together, they knew well and so it was harder for me to accept.

Want to talk to him ?, I pointed out not knowing really what to say, this situation overflowed me.

No, nothing that will make me go back with him, I said, bursting into mourn, I do not know where to go. My parents are elderly and some can not do that. He’s crazy !, if I go with them, is able to make something, however respects to you -.

‘Are you asking to come to my house – I knew what I was going to respond, as soon as I asked

. It’ll be a few days, until it is done to the idea of ??not going back to his side, in his words, not only was asking me shelter, but protection. Her husband had always been an animal, with more than a meter ninety, one hundred kilos, became aggressive when it was impossible to stop.

I could not refuse, it made perfect sense. Miguel would not dare to do anything to me, however if he was angry with his father just let go a slap sent him to the hospital, I thought hoping that the friendship between us was enough, not that I wanted to have a confrontation with him. That and that alone, I gave my keys, and paying the bill I explained how to disable the alarm on my floor.

I left the restaurant frustrated with the image of my friend on the floor, angry with life, and wanting to stick to the first idiot who got in my way. Had to do something, I could not stay with folded hands, so taking my car I went straight to Michael, wanted it for me, as found out who knew everything and was not going to allow again to beat up his wife.

He greeted me as always, with open arms, talking animatedly with nothing made me glimpse or a hint of regret. As he closed the door to his office, I decided to go to the point:

I’ve eaten with Patricia, and she told me everything-I said waiting for a reaction on their part.

He was checkered, was not expected his wife to tell anyone that her husband had driven from his home to discover she had a lover, and less to me. Surprised to hear another version of what happened, I told him I could not believe she had cuckolded him and instead if he had seen the signs of beating on his face. Undeterred, he opened his desk drawer and taking out a hit on me for him to see.

They were pictures of Patricia with a guy in bed. Apparently, he had more than a year suspecting his infidelities and wanting to find out for sure he hired a detective. Which, in less than a week he discovered everything, with whom he slept and from the hotel where they did.

” That bitch&quot ;, the bitch, not only because he had but I had tried to manipulate him pissed me!. I made a fury, I told my friend and his wife had lied to me, as I had asked for help for fear of giving him a beating, I could not accept that I have tried using. Miguel listened without saying anything, I knew that his attitude was not angry with me for having given credence to his lies, contrary as I spoke not stopped smiling as saying ” look with whom I have been married&quot ;. When finished, he replied calmly:

-that You think of as being good personality, as he walked me to the door-but now the problem is yours, what you do with Patricia I do not, but what I have clear is that I want nothing of it never chewing

I when I got in the car still did not know what the hell to do, I was not sure how to act, as he asked the body was back to the house and kicked in the back throw, but then I was going on the advantage she had no idea that her husband had told me everything, so I could design a punishment measure, not only for me but also for Miguel.

I came home at the usual time, she had moved into the guest room, putting on the table a picture of your ex, to see me seething for their hypocrisy, if he needed a push to my plans, that was enough. You would find out. I found her in the kitchen, good girl plan was cooking a lavish dinner, as if trying who thought he had lost mistreat my friend. Humoring, I had to endure playing the victim, tell me how unhappy she was in her marriage and as the situation had degenerated the last three years, going from bad to worse and that the beating had given her the courage to leave him.

-Pobrecita-, I said holding her hand, I do not know how you could stand so long. I thought to prevent Miguel you find the best we can do is go a few days to my farm in Extremadura -.

His face lit up at that, since it gave time to brainwash me and when I found out what had really happened, was already convinced of his innocence and he could not believe what I was told. Everything went according to plan, so he was not crossed my mind is that these would be the worst day of his life. That night I called her parents, telling them not to worry that he would travel and would return in a week.

Nothing more wake, caught bugger. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top, like a schoolgirl, the long years of fitness had kept him a sculpted body, her breasts looked like those of a teenager, gravity had not made a dent in them, they remained erect, hard as a stone, and his legs still had the elasticity of old, perfectly contoured. It was a beautiful woman, and she knew it, all the way not stopped being flirtatious, finely provoke me, and nothing made me think what a bitch she was, but also looking to warm me. His movements were for the gallery, I wanted my attention to how good it was, that encaprichara me with her. Just outside off his shoes, putting your feet on the windshield, with the sole aim their fill my eyes to see the perfection of its forms.Soon after, the coke above is pulled, and asking a handkerchief he entertained wiping chest so as not to leave me no choice but to look at her breasts, which noticing me as her nipples had bristled when in contact with the ice in his drink.

Half jokingly told him to stop, that I would put crude, to which she replied that it was not silly, I could only look at it as a brother. If I was looking to get a hundred, he had succeeded. My penis was shouting to the four winds that she wanted her freedom, she was aware of my status, because looking askance discovered my package several times.

We arrived at “&quot ;, the underworld family farm I inherited from my family. The morning was typical September in Caceres, dry heat, so I asked him if he wanted to take a dip in the pool. He was delighted by going to bring a swimsuit, as he gave the appropriate orders to the service. I was speechless when she returned wearing a bikini escasísimo, could hardly hide their auras, but not even trying to cover the rotund curves of her breasts. If the top had little fabric red thong to say that walking was hiding fearing between his two buttocks and shyly hid ahead than imagined as clean shaven sex. Just see it made my heart started pumping blood into my crotch, and my mind wander about who would be taking over.

Knowing observed Patricia went to the pool, taking long minutes remaining, but her nipples were marked out as small volcanoes on the web. Seeing that I was watching, he smiled coquettishly, as she gave me a peck on the cheek. I had to go into the water, trying to calm down. The water was freezing so I momentarily held his ardor I felt, but it did not help that on leaving, the girl asked me if I took cream in the back.

He was playing with me, I wanted to turn me to drink like a kitten in her hand, knowing beforehand I drifted into the trap, but the dam was going to fall into it, it was not me. I began to extend the cream by the shoulders, his skin was soft, and was still gilded by the summer. Feeling my hands down her back, unbuttoned so you do not stain, leaving only the thread of her thong as my maneuvers border. Knowing that he would not oppose, I walked her body entirely, concentrating on her legs, always stopping at the beginning of her buttocks. Noting that did not blow him there, told me not cut me if I did not put cream on your back, you are going to burn. It was the signal I expected, I shamelessly massaged it sensuously, staying within millimeters of his dark asshole, but touring the principle of its folds. My groping began to affect him, and opening his legs gave me entry to their sex. Gently I gathered from her, first with timid approaches to his lips, and saw that he was excited, I started playing with the button of her clit, as she took the little cloth that still had.

His wet cave received my mouth with her legs open with my teeth began to nibble her lips, while thrusting a finger into her vagina. It must be hot since I knew we were going to travel soon behave like possessed, and holding my head, I demanded that deepened in my touch. My tongue as if it were a micropenis was introduced to the bottom of your vagina, licking and biting as she exploded into a loud orgasm.

I screamed his pleasure, pouring into my mouth, she was satisfied, but not me, urging me to introduce myself into it, and taking my penis, put the glans at the entrance, putting his legs on my shoulders. Slowly, feeling each of the folds of her lips welcomed all my extension, I got to the kitchen, I did not stop until completely filled. Her to feel it, began to move his hips in search of mutual pleasure, gradually accelerating their movements. It was a perfect machine, a whore of good, but now it was mine and was not going to waste, so putting it on all fours, I grabbed her breasts and violently restarted my thrusts. She kept asking me more action, so feeling a cowboy, grabbed her hair and giving lashes on the back, I started my ride. She had never been treated well, but he loved, and howling asked me to keep humping but that will not stop beating, it was a slut and she deserved it. His submission excited me greatly, and cruelly digging my teeth into his neck, sow my seed. That triggered his own Uforia, its flow and mixing with my semen in a few waves of pleasure ran for the second time.

Exhausted I lay beside her on the towel, satisfied my need for sex, I only had my revenge, knowing that staying one week, I decided to leave it for later. She meanwhile, took a few minutes to recover from the effort, but as his breathing allowed him to speak, he did not stop saying how much he wanted me those years, but respect her husband had stopped him, and now we had unmasked wanted to keep me, not caring as that. She did not care to be my girlfriend, my lover or my chacha, but did not want to abandon.

My lack of response did not bother him, I guess he thought I was debating between my friendship for Michael and my attraction to her, and like me, had a week to make me his. The truth is that up in a good mood and laughing said:

-Menudo Show have given the service- and nestling her bra, he asked me that we were to wear, I did not want to stay cold.

We entered the village, and she to discover that we had prepared two rooms, called on Mrs. plan of the house maid, to change his clothes to my room. Mary, my girl, said nothing but his eyes saw reflected his indignation, my bed was his bed, and under no circumstances would allow a newcomer should steal. ” cone, is jealous thought&quot ;, without removing his mistake. Error error of Mary and Patricia, my mattress was mine and I just decided who could sleep in it.

We ate in the dining area, he wanted the closeness of the kitchen, allowing the girl to follow our conversation, and convinced that he would not peder word, I was all the time piropeando the wife of my friend. Pursuing a double objective, piss off my employee, and Patricia trust. Right after lunch, I suggested to hunt, I wanted to hit a couple of shots of gunpowder, before that night had my shotgun task. He was delighted, never in his life had been in a stalking, so picking up my weapons, we boarded the Land Rover. On the way to the trough kept looking out the window, commenting how nice the estate, I think that feeling already owns the oaks and cork he saw.

Throughout the summer my employees had fed the nasty, in a small clearing just behind a hill, so I knew that at that time would soon come or a herd or a male. They were not made to wait, barely had time to get off when a huge tusker, oblivious to our presence, emerged from the bush and calmly began eating grain lying there. I had enough time to face me the rifle, and the coldness of an experienced hunter, he pointed just behind his front leg, breaking the heart of a shot. In the eyes of Patricia discovered the excitement of rookie at her first blood, it was time to start my revenge and approaching the corpse of the boar, I took my hunting knife and gave it to the woman, I demanded that I finish off.

She did not know who had died on the spot, and fearing the attack, flatly he refused. Pissed slapped her, saying it should not cause suffering to an animal, so recovering the knife, he opened his guts tore out his heart. Patricia was horrified by my savagery, so it could not refuse when I ordered him to come closer. Having her by my side, I told him as it was his first time, he had to make girlfriend, and grabbing his hair, he introduced his face in the belly of the beast. He was disgusted by the smell and the blood, but it was not there, and forcing her to open her mouth I eat a piece of raw heart that had cut.

The texture of raw meat caused him to vomit, only your taste buds feel like sticking it caused the arcades, but when he had to swallow the meat, his stomach turned around and throwing the mouth all the food he had eaten. I just watched. When finished, he turned in a rage, and he lifted his hand, he tried to hit me. I expected, so it was not complicated my stay his hand, and threw it to the ground pinning. Patricia began to insult me, to ask me to take her back to Madrid, who had never cursed course it was. I waited that will exhaust, and then I sat astride her, one leg on each side of his body, giving him a smack and said:

Look bitch, I never thought that your husband maltratara- lie I had swallowed it completely – even more, to see pictures of you cavorting with your lover, I decided to become my dog ??-.

He stopped struggling as he felt the knife button button I was opening his shirt, was paralyzed with fear at the memory as she had gutted the piggy with the same tool with which he was undressing. Actually, it was cooked meditated while introducing the edge between your bra and your skin, cutting the thin strap that bound the two parties. His chest was shaking with fear when I pinched her erect nipples mercilessly. I was excited to see her helpless, helpless. Without considering the consequences, I stripped off his pants and tearing her panties, I finished undressing. Seeing my sex freed from his prison he tried to flee, but the difference in strength is prevented.

Patricia, hunters there are many accidents, I said with a smile, I do not think you feel like part of one of them, now I’m going to drop and you will have two chances, escape, allowing me show my shooting ability, or get on all fours to make use of you -.

He made the smartest decision, not for nothing had been present when one shot ended up with the beast and with tears in her eyes, leaning against a rock, waited with my ass in pomp onslaught. I went where he was, and with both hands I opened the buttocks so that I could delight in the sight of her pink hole. Putting a finger while she would not stop mourn realized that had not been used yet, was too closed for ever had shattered, knowing it was still a virgin anally, I loved it but needed time to do the honors, so giving a scourge that said:

– Your ass deserves special treatment, and the bellowing not start for a few days-I carcajeé on his face, making it clear that not only would not be the owner, but his role was to be my lust.

The first act was over, so we jumped in the jeep, returning to the house. This time it was a journey in silence, never in his life had been so denigrated, such was his humiliation would not even look me in the face. I for one was pondering the continuation of my revenge.

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