It was a Thursday and my wife told me that we had a birthday of a friend of hers to go to. Light stuff, a livelier bar, with live music and such. I never had a problem attending social events with her, after all I love a beer. But on that specific day I was very wrapped up in work. I realized that I would not arrive in time to go, I communicated and she asked if she could go without me. He said he wasn't very into it, that he would end early, but that he couldn't not go because of their proximity. I did, of course.
I was 39 years old, good looking (but I'm no hunk) 1.74 tall, well I moved to a building and right away a neighbor caught my attention, she was 52 years old, black hair, just a little overweight, medium breasts and a butt that attracted me as soon as I saw it, she was always very polite and kind.
My name is Kathy, I'm 26 years old, I'm divorced and for a few years I was the whore of half the city where I live, even though I was married.After discovering my betrayal with his friend, my cuckold was very cold to start a game with me, I will share this part with you.Many arguments happened and I no longer cared about being called a whore, a slut, a bitch…My husband couldn't accept my actions and even though he didn't want to separate, he decided to punish me for each one of them.
I met this woman in her early twenties while watching one of her Twitch streams. We became friends over time, and her stream grew quite a bit. She's even living alone in a super comfortable apartment, even though it's not very big. Her average viewership is probably between 80 and 150 people. There's a secret "benefit" to her streams for those who support her, whether by being active, donating, helping her out, etc. (I'll talk about that in a moment), but these people become important to her streams.
I'm Ruan, 22 years old, 6'2", 183 lbs., white, and blue eyes. I've been dating a beautiful girl for 3 years. I'm studying engineering. I'll tell you something special about me, lol: I'm simply horny, but very horny for old men. I can't see an old man without getting a hard-on.
The house was silent when Luana arrived. I had already prepared everything—the atmosphere, the details, every corner of the room seemed to conspire in favor of what I wanted to happen. She entered with that look of curiosity, mixed with a touch of hesitation, like someone who senses she is about to enter territory that doesn't entirely belong to her, but which, at the same time, she wants to explore."Good evening, Luana," I said, my voice firm but low, letting each word carry authority. She responded with a slight nod, without saying much. I knew that at that moment, any gesture from her already spoke louder than words.
Before we get to the facts, a few clarifications. At the time, I was 18 years old, about 5'10", 178kg, athletic, with a light tan, dark hair, and a very typical formal haircut. I was already dating, and my cousin knew about it.Ray was a little older, 21, a tall woman, 5'7", with pale skin, a sharp nose and face, and straight black hair, usually worn in a ponytail. Her breasts were the ideal size, not exaggerated, and what really caught her attention were her thick legs and round butt, thanks to the Muay Thai she'd practiced since her teens.
My girlfriend had gone to her parents' house for the weekend. I took advantage of the opportunity to stay in my pajamas all day, without makeup, watching porn and eating junk food. I was just about to touch myself when someone knocked on the door. I thought about ignoring it, but she knocked again. I approached, annoyed, without a bra, my T-shirt showing my nipples. When I opened it, I found her standing there.
Alice woke up and lazily turned to the side, blinked a few times until her eyes could focus on the clock on the nightstand, when she managed to focus she saw that it read 7:20, she turned over in bed again and stretched.
It was a quiet Thursday evening in early December, and for once the apartment was completely mine. My roommate had gone to visit her family for the weekend, and I had the whole place to myself until Sunday. I’m 25, single after a messy breakup a few months ago, and lately I’d been craving touch more than ever. The kind of deep, aching need that keeps you restless at night.