The day I went Submissive

The Day I stay Submissive

Hi, I’m Ariana (although that’s not my real name) and I want to tell about what happened to me once I am a married woman, I have a daughter, and my husband have always been a very sociable and homelike woman, home <.../p>

In my 40 years, I’m wearing an enviable body (I know it’s not like before, but I keep my charm despite the years), I have straight hair, dark brown (almost like the black color) , led him up a little below shoulder height, sometimes loose and sometimes subject shaped tail, my skin was white, but over the years, was acquiring a tan on it; I’m not very high, my height 1.60 m I have many married years (I married very young) live in one of the most substantial areas of Lima, Peru <.../p>

As I was saying at the beginning, I have always been a woman very sociable, I like to go out with friends, go shopping, go eat, go to the movies, go somewhere, traveling, working when they could, and I started going to the gym, to hold the line and keep the figure, I have always maintained my physical form, even after I married.

To start going to the gym, and for some seven years ago, I made many friends (I think even today), especially from a guy (whom I will call Omar, although his real name not be that), which is roughly eight to nine years younger than me, he also attended the gym was not very athletic or neglected, you can say it looked like a normal man, he was single, I met him about four years ago or so ago to later that year, and from there, do not know why, since we met, we began to have more confidence than usual.

And the following year, the time we agreed in the gym with Omar, and to talk to him, I was not usual, I felt a little nervous, like a child; It was unusual in me and being married. I thought to myself: it’s my idea or … happens to me … because I feel like Omar! I thought that was what was happening surface, so to get nervous with Omar, I assumed that I would go and be well again.

With the passage of time, and every time I went to the gym, always thought Omar, “I could not believe it,” I do not know how he got in my thoughts, I felt a little guilty for thinking about a man who was not my husband, do not know what was it that was so, and to get the weekend to go to the gym, waiting with the thought, at least see Omar there in the gym. I did not tell anyone what was happening regarding Omar, or my friends, thought it was temporary and would pass; but it was not, I kept thinking about him, was uneasy, was not good as ever.

At home, I lived well with my husband and daughter, we had no problems since we got married, at home until something began to change more or less from March of that year, currently about 3 years ago or so.

My husband (I’ll call Yordy, although that is not his name), he began to gain weight, I neglect his image a bit, I guess marriage and married life should be.

Yordy, from March of that year, changed; He started coming home drunk, more than necessary (although I do not like to take), I thought it was like in those days which occasionally drank a beer and get home behaved calm me; but no, he began to get more and more drunk, continuously; their behavior also changes, and did not come quiet, looking me problems from nowhere, what made me feel bad and I did not want my daughter to see her father as well.

I thought this discomfort was temporary, that would happen, but the relationship with Yordy began to deteriorate, he drank too much, we discussed everything bothered to come out, I looked for problems of nowhere, left unchecked, me jealous even with my shadow, I was miserable, and he, cool, unapologetically at least misconduct, was unrecognizable.

And so time passed, the problems remained and the problem did not stop, I did not know what was all this discomfort is caused, believed would happen and we would live in peace, as before, but no.

Since the problem arose, I started dating least not argue with Yordy; at work he was somewhat distracted, and at home nothing better, the relationship deteriorated Yordy. But, nevertheless, I kept thinking about Omar (not understand why).

I felt very, very bad, but did not show it. Although we were not economically wrong, I stopped working and now I used my home to meet my husband and my daughter was in school.

Shortly thereafter, one of these days, Yordy went to work with forever, and I usually took my daughter to school early, and to be returning to my house, I meet with Omar, I think you could tell me I was not well, he realized it, and since I met him at the gym, trust and friendship between us was very good (as he had already told them before), and yet did not understand because he kept I think Omar, I think I expected to see him, but not now).

Amid talk, Omar convinced me to go for a coffee this morning and went, he started counting in my house began to emerge problems Yordy, who understood what it was because I felt sick and accidentally I let out a few tears.

Omar hug me, could understand how I felt (perhaps needed to tell someone). At the end coffee and talk, we said goodbye, we arranged to meet in the gym at the weekend.

By the weekend, I went to the gym, I think more, waiting to see again Omar, but failed, and so spent a few weeks, he saw Omar, did not find it either on the Internet, I wanted to call the phone but I did not dare, I kept thinking on it, and even showed up in my dreams. I was unable to understand why it was so, my mind thinking only of Omar (I know it was not right, was not well this well), and problems with Yordy not stop.

At home, despite what has happened a few months, the problems did not stop, they remained, and Yordy, that was so sweet, quiet and retailer since I met him when we were married and for many years we had been living together, turned, lout could say more, even with the family, and I, more and more low mood.

Later, more or less from the half of June that year, Yordy had to travel out of town for some business work, and was given two or three days. he was a Monday, and was supposed to arrive on Wednesday or perhaps Thursday in order.

As usual, I took my daughter every morning at his school, where he would pick out and continued with my usual routine. Already on Tuesday, it was the same, take my daughter early to his school, he had left cooked food because they had to do some business in the city center; to my surprise, I saw Omar there (it felt good to see after some time – perhaps as not stop thinking about it, I had the idea I would find); he saw me, came to greet me, we talked, I said that he had gone to work in a job more than it was, and that this was no time available, not even to go to the gym, but this other job I had was Temporary time.

He said that in the morning of that day, was free that afternoon had to go to his other job, but would have all the Thursday afternoon. I asked me out for that Thursday afternoon and keep talking, but I said I could not, as my husband is traveled and perhaps would return between Wednesday or Thursday not want any trouble. Omar insisted so much and not know how I convinced to leave. We agreed to meet in the city center this Thursday afternoon. We said goodbye, I to my house and then to pick up my daughter from school, and he for his other work in the evening.

I kept thinking that I should not have accepted him out Omar did not know why I agreed, and did not know what to do.

And on Wednesday, I assumed that my husband would come, I woke up early, took my daughter to school, came home, I began to fix a little, wash clothes and tried to think what to do for that Thursday afternoon .

Deep down, I wanted to go with Omar (at least I think that because I kept thinking about Omar), but did not want to have problems with Yordy, and to think that was the thing to do; I did not know whether to go with Omar, or call or tell him he could not go, or go and look for any excuse to Yordy … did not know, when suddenly the phone rings, it was Yordy, who called me to communicate that to his work would extend for a few days and would come on Saturday morning. For me, it was like a relief it, which would allow me to meet with Omar on Thursday afternoon.

So passed on Wednesday, I picked up my daughter from school.

Came the awaited day, Thursday, I woke up early as usual, took my daughter to school and did my usual routine at home. I had to invent a credible excuse to leave and not draw too much attention to my daughter. Then I went to pick up my daughter from school. Return home, we had lunch, and she as always, got to do their homework at school. I had to go meet with Omar, and did not know what excuse to leave.

I had to invent my daughter was going to the birthday of one of my friends, that in this meeting we would meet me and my friends. I was going to be busy and would return at night yet. It was food for dinner so I would not let my daughter neglected. The stop by the house to call me on my cell if any problems arose. She understood me.

I fix me a little, so as not to raise pecha and finally went to meet with Omar the city center. I was a little nervous and impatient.

Already in the city center, I met Omar at the appointed time, it looked good (maybe expected him yet). Then we talked and walked to a park that was close, we talk almost an hour, sitting there, like two lovers, telling our things, and I can not hide my sadness about the problems he had with Yordy, I dropped a few tears as the first Once I talked to Omar; at that time, hug me, I lean on it, and so were a moment.

Then he looked me in the eyes and hold my hands, I confessed that she liked, since he saw me in the gym, I had not stopped thinking about me; I on the other hand, was no reaction, without words, do not know what to say (me too since I met him, I started thinking more and more in Omar, without understanding why).

It was a moment like this, and Omar kept telling me nice things, breath, take courage and I said I was flattered what he said, but it was wrong, I was a married woman, with family, who was older than him, he could not be, … and imagine, kissed me on the lips, I run out of words, exercise and try to part with him, separating our lips, I retook hands, I keep my eyes and I wonder what answer I also liked it (I kept thinking of him inside me, but I could not tell) and not know what to say, and so he returned to surprise me with another kiss me again leave cold, which he was gradually corresponding, I think the words were not needed, I sold alone.

We kissed on a reciprocal basis, then decided to go to a quieter place, did not want anyone to see me known. Omar then decided to take a more private place, and arrived at a hotel, I with some doubts in the head, accompany you to the place I was a little hidden, but close by.

Back at the hotel, and some remorse in the head (I said to myself: what am I doing ?, I am well ?, what’s wrong?). We arrived at the reception, Omar asked for a room and went over there. Omar secure the door closed, I sat on one side of the bed, I was a little nervous. He turned on the television, put the adult channel (I think it was the Venus TV). I began to warm watching the images. Then he came towards me, sat down beside me, put his hands on my shoulders and started kissing me on the neck, cheeks and mouth. I would not resist.

Little by little, I felt an indescribable feeling all over my body, my lips were telling Omar: do not follow, I’m married, enough …! but my mind said, still, do not stop! Omar continued, was pulling down close to the black cassock of cloth was wearing, began to touch my chest, even putting lime green polo wearing, it made me feel in the clouds, but still out of my mouth words they were saying: for now, no longer follow, I am married, this is wrong …!. I felt like spellbound before Omar, let me kiss and touch him.

Omar casaquilla sack me, I remove the lime green polo shirt he was wearing, I was alone because I had pink bra. He kept kissing me from the mouth, neck, chest. Then he stood behind me, was kissing my neck, ears and was down my back, touching my breasts with his hands and was slowly falling down my back. I did not react.

I stood up from the bed, and he was behind me and kissed me through my body, I felt like a stream that ran through my back. I then turned around, we were face to face looking at us, he began to unbutton his shirt Lead color wore, was cleared and was exposed her chest.

Then he took me in his arms, kissed my lips, until I could feel his tongue and the warmth of his lips. Then I lie in bed, without words, only with bated breath; He began touring my navel button unbuttoned my jeans pants, navel kiss me and her cold hands were touching my skin into my sex.

I take off my shoes, socks, then I pulled his pants, staying put only my pink panties and my bra. I lying in bed with his legs off the edge of the bed, I was in the stars, Omar, took off his shoes, I undid the strap of her black cloth trousers he was wearing, keeping only a black bathing suit. Then he leaned over me, I kiss your lips and told me if I liked, I had set his head saying yes, making him understand that it was hers.

He got out of bed, he asked me that I also lifted me (I felt like a puppet, what he said, he did not oppose me). He asked me to kneel and put my face against her sex.

He said Ariana, you know what you have to do! I started to touch his penis with my hands, you lower your panties, and although he did not want oral sex, took his penis into my mouth, I was upright, said that suck, I obeyed.

I started fondling his penis with my hands, then take to my mouth, I was chupándosela tongue slowly and with my mouth, went back and forth to their sex; his penis was hardening and stretching more and more, Omar was all excited because I was also warmer. And so I was making oral sex for a while.

On television at that moment, there was a scene in which the girl also made him oral sex the boy. Omar asked me to do the same we saw on television. There, the boy pressed his penis in the mouth of the girl, told him to swallow and would hold their breath. I objected, but Omar gave me a look, with which I knew I had to obey.

Put his penis in my mouth, I began to lick and suck his thumb, in and out constantly. Then Omar said to me, Ariana, are you ready ?! I settled her head saying yes. Then he pressed his penis into my mouth, I grabbed my head with his hands, said: Ariana, hold on, hold on! Try to pull your penis in my mouth, because it was my breath, but I held her tightly. I let go, just for breathing, sucking and I followed her back to the same. I was obsessed with it and think.

I noticed that Omar was excitedly that at any time would run into my mouth, which I did not want. He was squeezing my mouth on his penis, but he sucked, in and out so that it does not run in my mouth. In one of those, again he pressed his penis in my mouth, I subject my head, and I could hear myself saying: Ariana, hold on, hold on! When I try to let go and felt his semen, but did not let go and ran inside my mouth. I felt like gagging and let go of him, my mouth went liquid semen (I felt a little disgusted, nor Yordy had done so).

Omar put his penis still had traces of semen into my mouth, I did not want that, and forcefully put his penis in my mouth and said, you are mine! Take my calientita milk! Swallow it! (I think if I had swallowed some semen above). He conceded his penis into my mouth, grabbed my head pressed again, I could not drop me. Being able to wriggle out of it, he told me that the suck and I did. Then he told me to go the bathroom to wipe the mouth of traces of sperm. I went, I rinse mouth Trail and semen that had returned to the room. I was a little embarrassed by what had happened before.

Omar went to the bathroom a moment, I sat in bed watching television; Omar then went out and approached me again, I under the straps of my bra, I take them out and began to suck my breasts, we stood up out of bed. Omar lowered his head to my sex, I under the pants and took it away. He kept kissing my sex, slowly introducing the fingers of his hand and his tongue to my being, I made me feel excited again. He kept kissing me, touching me and giving pleasure to my sex. I with my hands over my head was in the clouds.

Omar wanted to do in bed. Already there, Omar lay in bed, her back down; He asked me to get into it, I got up spreading her legs, making the position of Andró maco subject myself with hands over his waist, kneeling on Omar, with his legs apart, take your penis into my vagina, I started up and down, his hands began to fondle my breasts, my buttocks touching, fondling my ass, I was enjoying. I think I never felt like.

Then I turned around, giving a spectacular view of my back, I sat on it to support my hands on his knees, he held me by the waist and began again to have sex, was given to him, to his will, and I moaning non-stop (doing the pose of the swing). Continue for a while and then subject their hands to mine, I moved up and down, moaning, was incredible.

Then, from that, we moved. I lay in bed, her back down, she was lying, opened my legs and put his penis back into my vagina, now was Omar who was moving, he held one of his hands, my hands up to my head, and his cock in and out of my vagina, was cums. I lying, he kept moaning, he said, still, do not stop, ah …! I am yours as well, is …! He had lost his mind. We still have sex in missionary he poses for a while, to myself, I felt some guilt, but satisfied.

When looking at the windows, I noticed that it was dark, so I knew I had to go home. Omar begged me to continue a little longer, I was not (who wanted to leave at that time, I think anybody), I said your daughter is already a big girl, call her by phone and tell him to delay to a few more hours to return to home, this time! Omar begged me with kisses and caresses until he convinced me, I was at his mercy, I obeyed if refute (not know he was doing).

Between me with some questions in mind, I called my daughter and told her that I would take a little longer, I’d go a little later than usual, have dinner and rest, she understood. Omar was glad, kiss me again, told me I was his, he would do what he had asked me; and I said to them: I am yours, I’ll do whatever you ask me!

I could not believe I had cheated my daughter. It went well the excuse, and Omar kissed me and told me: Ariana, now you stay a while with me and do what you ask

Omar Okay! I said, I’ll stay a while longer and do anything you ask me! Omar wonder: Ariana, are you sure you do what I ask? Are not you deny what you ask? I hesitated a little about what I ask, I said, we do fulfill what I ask, if not extremely bad. Omar said: Ariana Promise! Tell me yes. Then let itself.

I asked Omar that was what he wanted me to do. Omar, a little embarrassed, told me he wanted me anal sex, I had this fantasy, I wanted to know who feels, who had a formidable ass that any man would be happy to be with me. To my amazement I said, What ?, How? No way!(Only Yordy had done over there sometimes was not used to give me the ass, it was a little painful there). I was a little annoyed at his proposal. Omar was now above me, I pulled up the bed, and he was kissing me all over my body, I begged and begged to agree (I liked to beg). Among many kisses and caresses, I ended up accepting (though not want to through the anus).

Omar I warned that if I felt uncomfortable, hurt me or not like it, we would leave. he agreed. He told me to get in the pose puppy, and I did, my hands were resting on the bed, I was a little nervous. He started kissing me, from the back, was down gradually until my buttocks, fingering; and hands, stretched. It began gradually to open up the anus, kissing and licking his tongue around my ass.

Introduced into my anus his index finger slowly, while his other hand, trying to separate my buttocks to open up the ass. I felt very narrow anus. Gradually the pain was present, was taking out and putting his finger in my ass, and was for a while. I began to feel pain and moaning, telling Omar: do it gently please ahh! Took pleasure every time Omar was inserting and removing your finger from my ass, I closed my eyes and opened them (perhaps nervous about the pain, but satisfied by the pleasure that Omar gave me).

I felt my anus was opening a little more, Omar was taking out and putting his finger. After a while and I feel that my anus was more open, and can no longer bear the pain, I begged him to stop Omar. He told me to hang on a little longer. I wonder if she was ready. Despite the pain, I said yes, but they mess with care.

With both hands, Omar opened my buttocks and remained so for a while (I felt my anus was wide open), pointed the tip of his penis again be stiff at my ass, squeezing it to me slowly into me, while his hands, opening my buttocks. I felt that I departed in two.

He was pushing his cock into my ass, trying to mess with the smoothness, and got pulled slowly; I was coming more and the pain increased; so I told Omar that he no longer wanted to continue, to take out his penis from me. Omar did not listen to what he said. He felt his erect penis was fine, bigger than I thought when we had sex before, and gradually began to feel more and more inside my ass.

Omar began to move faster and faster, until all inserted his cock in my ass, I screamed; and although it hurt, I asked her out, I held it tightly without letting his cock, I grabbed his arms acorralándome waist; I began to moan and gave some small cries of pain. Omar told: take it out, it hurts, take it out …!

Omar told me, that’s it, quiet, relax! Then he began to move, I got all his cock, slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster; pain and pleasure was started to increase (felt that I tore the anus).

Slowly and with movements, my legs were stretching on the bed felt like Omar penetrated me the ass, despite the pain he felt, did not stop moving behind me, it was heavenly.

I upside down, and my legs were stretched in bed, I was dying; Omar was penetrated from behind without stopping; my arms and elbows were holding, leaning over the bed, I felt I would give at any time and would be lying on the bed completely.

Omar told me: you are mine Ariana! you’re mine! tell me what you like! I said, if I like! I’m yours, do not stop! Omar was excitedly moaned louder, I knew that at any moment would run, I too was very wet and finally gave up my arms, stay completely lying on the bed, with his mouth close to the bed; Omar was above me, he broke down and ran inside my ass, I felt like liquid filled all; in turn, felt that Omar crushing me back to his waist, he lay on top of me, I felt his breath on my neck; agitated the two, were thus united for a moment (with Yordy never done anything like that, nor had he had that feeling when we did the whole time we’d been married).

Then we lay in bed, lying each on either side of the bed, Omar arm around me, and I embraced to him. The TV was still attached. I felt renewed, like a new woman, though with some remorse for what I did.

It was already late at night, had to go home. I saw my phone and it was almost midnight, I had been all afternoon and until then with Omar (could not believe what he had done).

I went to the shower, I bathe and dressed to go home, was still stunned by what had happened. He had never been so submissive to someone. Omar asked me to stay, and this time not agreed, then asked me what expected, entered the shower, bathed, dressed, called a taxi would arrive in about ten minutes, we went to the reception, Omar returned the key to the room and left the hotel, we hope to entering the taxi was quick to appear.

He took me to my house, we said goodbye, then communicate staying in, get off the taxi and saw the lights of the floor of my house off; the taxi went with Omar, I went to my apartment, I entered my daughter was asleep in his room, he left a note in the kitchen saying, Mom, you serve the soup pot, and had dinner, I had to you go to sleep because I was so tired, asked me to please wake up very early if she fell asleep!

It made me want to mourn at the time, I dropped a few tears. I had dinner a bit, then I went to my room, I thought for a moment what he had done, and before I fell asleep, I set the alarm on my cell phone to wake up early if I fell asleep.

The next day I woke up early and went on my usual routine. My daughter asked me about my meeting with my friends. We went to school and then went home. Take a break. Omar called me on my cell at midmorning, talked for a while, then we say goodbye because he had to keep working.

After what happened to me, Yordy arrived early Saturday as he told me. That weekend I went to the gym and met with Omar, I felt a little guilty about what he had done. When finishing our exercises, we talked, we went to a cafe and talked about what we did, I explained that what happened between us not repeat, did not want to ruin my marriage or lose my daughter did not want to ruin my image, my reputation, anyway. When I finished speaking, Omar listened to me, took my hand, told me that although he did not agree to let me go, respect my decision; for him it was magical what happened between us, it was her first time, that there would never forget me. And if I wanted to call him at any time, I would be there for her. So we said goodbye.

They spent a few more months, I continued to go to the gym on weekends, and although he had not forgotten Omar, and did not see him at the gym. We agreed only on the Internet and sometimes when chatting online, he kept reminding me how much I liked it, although I also like him, I care well my image, and not raise suspicions Yordy. I know you tried to convince me to repeat this encounter between us, but no longer can.

At the end of that year and begin the next, with my husband our relationship improved slightly, it was far more at home, took less, their behavior also improved somewhat. Although I could not forget Omar for what happened that day; therefore, I must give my place and follow my daughter.

I started working again, and continue to this day. They have already spent a little over two years and some months since that day I was unfaithful, when I start to think how submissive I went with Omar, it seems that that day and during that time, was not the one who acted like . I have not seen Omar, only sometimes I place on the Internet. Although I maintain my figure in shape, there are those who annoy me.

I know I was wrong, I should not do so, I stumbled, I admit. I try to get ahead, my daughter (who is already finished high school), and despite my husband change, I hope I never get to know what I did.

The secret is guarded me, and yet, I know that we must move forward.

Attn .: Ariana.