May 3, 2024.
Direct continuation of Pic of the Day 143; here we go:
I drove into the city in my beloved blue Citroën Dyane 6, well it was Dan’s car in theory, which you've seen in a few photos in this Blog's posts, parked near the café, and walked there excited and already horny (the "abstinence" days were taking effect). I saw Olaso from a distance before he saw me, impeccably dressed, and I was deeply impressed by the extraordinarily attractive man he had become in just over a year.
Olaso was looking in the other direction, and as I approached, I called out his name (well, his last name), and when he turned and saw me, he smiled, and his face lit up. He took me by the shoulders, looked me up and down appreciatively, and said, 'Aura, you look radiant! And much more beautiful than I remembered and in the photos you've sent me. You can't imagine how much I've been looking forward to seeing you again!'
I looked at him with my languid expression and mouth slightly ajar, that submissive and desirous gesture that has served me so well to hook men throughout my life. I moved closer to him, embraced him, and looking into those wonderful bright blue eyes of his, I said, 'Olaso, I've thought a lot about you, and I've missed you so much,' and I kissed him directly in the mouth with a deep, long kiss of sincere passion.
He responded somewhat clumsily at first, but when he felt my tongue seeking his, hoping he would put it in my mouth, he immediately understood the idea and kissed me with passion and possession while enveloping me with his strong arms, and I'm not saying something romantic, but the reality. It was obvious that I was the first woman he had ever kissed in the mouth, so he had 'remained faithful' to me during his stay in California, even though he must have had offers from numerous gorgeous girls eager to 'open their doors' to him; however, I didn't owe him any fidelity because I never told him I loved him, only that I desired him.
As we parted from the kiss, I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Olaso, I desire you, I need you, I want you to make me yours." He looked at me with a smile and simply said, "And I you, I desire you and love you madly." With just those few words, it was clear what was going to happen that afternoon, at least to me it was, although I hadn't used the verb "love" but only "desire" and "need," while he did. I don't usually have literal conversations transcribed in my intimate diaries, but these brief phrases that followed that first kiss with Olaso, and what happened that afternoon and evening are detailed in my notes.
Don't be surprised by my boldness in kissing him directly on the mouth. In our recent correspondence, I had shared the unique arrangement I have with my husband, mentioning that despite being married, I am free to “pursue my own affairs”. I hinted that I wished to exercise that freedom with him. Moreover, I didn't want to waste time or beat around the bush: I desired him, he desired me (he was truly in love with me), and therefore, I wanted to make it clear that I wanted to have sex with him that same day. What he couldn't imagine, and what I didn't tell him, is that I had already exercised that freedom with four other guys, and one of them, Francis, was my stable lover and, at that time, practically living with my husband and me in a full-fledged ménage à trois relationship.
, ,[[ Image 1. From his first letter, Olaso asked me to send him some photos of myself, and indirectly and very politely suggested that he would like to have some nude ones, and I decided to indulge him. So, I asked Chema (the photographer I worked with for the graphic editorial I mentioned in previous posts) to take some studio photos of 'artistic nudity' and sent them to Olaso in my replies to his letters over the following months. By the end of September, I stopped working for the editorial, but I still had the photos Chema had taken of me, which I gradually sent in various letters. Here are some for you to see the style of nude photos I sent him; in his letters, he always effusively thanked me for sending these photos and made genuinely romantic compliments about my beauty. I've always enjoyed compliments, so Olaso was gaining points little by little, and I soon knew I wanted to have sex with him when he returned from the USA. I remind you that when Chema took these photos, I was still José Manuel's lover and had not yet met my future husband, Dan. ]]
During his year in the USA, Olaso had gone from being a "nice boy," slim and handsome, perhaps a bit lean and shy, or rather "modest," to being a terribly attractive, sexy, and muscular man, although not excessively so, and self-assured. I estimate that Olaso had gained about five or six kilos, all muscle, and his reddish, three or four-day beard gave him an irresistible air of a bad boy… though not “too bad”, with the perfect mix between “good” and “bad”.
We entered the cafeteria and, instead of having our classic stand-up coffee at the bar (as I always wanted these meetings to be as brief as possible to go to José Manuel's house), we sat together at a secluded table, side by side. At that time, the cafeteria was quite full, especially with mature people having coffee and some pastries, but it wasn't crowded; there were also a few couples of lovers, and we looked like just another pair, although I don't want to sound conceited by saying we were much more attractive than the others, in special Olaso.
Going out with Olaso in the past, I had always ordered coffee or sparkling water, never anything alcoholic, and he usually had coffee or a cola drink. But when the waiter approached our table and Olaso asked me what I wanted to drink, I requested 'a glass of Baileys without ice.' Olaso looked at me and smiled pleasantly surprised, and for himself, he ordered a single malt whisky. When the waiter asked if he had any specific preference, Olaso replied that Glenfiddich would do... the afternoon was promising.
I'm sure Olaso hadn't tasted a drop of alcohol until he went to the USA, but apparently during his stay, he had developed a taste for fine drinks, although Olaso only drinks on very special occasions, as undoubtedly was this one I'm telling you about. Nevertheless, Olaso and I have had sex quite a few times while being fairly tipsy, usually when we meet again for the first time after a long period without seeing each other.
When the waiter brought the drinks, we toasted, and Olaso handed me a hemp-colored fabric bag containing three paper bags inside, one small, one medium, and one larger. I thanked him and gave him the typical courtesy of, "Thank you very much, but you didn't have to go through the trouble... blah, blah, blah." I opened the small package first, and it was a velvet box containing a small folding knife with natural stone handles, clearly crafted in a Native American style, very beautiful and meticulously made. The box came with a brochure explaining how and where it was made, and it was on a Native reservation in Arizona. The second bag contained a necklace made of animal bones and colorful stones, also in a Native American style, and the third was a matching belt with the necklace. In numerous photos on this Blog, I am seen wearing that necklace and belt.
They are simple but very heartfelt gifts, as Olaso had bought them for me and thought of me at the White Mountain Apache Reservation during a hike with his two friends in the mountains of Arizona. In our mundane conversations in that same café before he going to the USA, I had spoken of my admiration for the cultures of the wrongly called "savages of North and South America," and how the only populated center near where I lived in the Venezuelan Guayana was a small village of Marikitare natives, who were the most welcoming, educated, happy, and empathetic people I have ever encountered in my life; at least that was the case back then when they were still barely affected by the so-called civilization.
But soon the topic shifted to my, for him, unexpected and surprisingly rapid marriage to Dan, who was two years older than him, whom Olaso knew from the Faculty and admired for his intellectual capacity, affability, and love for Science. At that time in northern Spain, it was very common for courtships to last five or more years before marriage, while Dan and I got married after just two months of dating, which caught Olaso by surprise as he expected to "court me with marriage in mind" upon his return from the USA... he came too late.
But we didn't talk much about that topic, as it had been sufficiently discussed in the letters we had exchanged, although Olaso has only been in love with one woman in his life: me, or at least that's what he says, but I believe him. What we did talk about was the type of "marital agreement" I had with Dan, which allowed me my own erotic life outside of marriage. I tried to explain, although I'm not sure if he ever fully understood it, although for him, it all boiled down to us being able to have sex whenever we wanted, but without me being in love with him.
I told him that, for example, my husband knew that afternoon I had a date with him, with Olaso, to catch up and sent his regards through me, and also that I had told my husband about the blowjob in the laboratory the previous year, and also that that evening I was free to go back home whenever I wanted... which, along with some of the "bold" things I said in my letters, were quite clear hints of what I was suggesting Olaso to do that afternoon.
What I didn't tell him is that I had already made use of that freedom with three guys the previous summer, and of course, I either didn't tell him anything about my lover, Francis, or the ménage à trois relationship we had with Francis. Olaso has always thought that he was the first man besides my husband with whom I had sex after getting married, but he's wrong... he was the fifth.
We were holding our hands, and as the conversation became more intimate and erotic I started rubbing his looking him in the eye, then without stopping looking into his eyes I lowered my hand and caressed a bit his thigh, but nothing more, for the place was not a pick-up pub but a family café. He also caressed the upper part of my thighs slyly over my dress, and I opened my legs reflexively and then kept them open willingly, his thumb finger was rubbing the inner part of my thigh less than one inch of my groin, and I almost melted with pleasure, and my pussy started to become wet.
Then we stopped teasing each other, exchanged smiles, and I gave him a peck on the lips. Olaso ordered another Baileys and another whisky, and the bartender, who seemed to have warmed up to us, poured generously. Because truth be told, Olaso and I made quite a pair, a perfect match.
We were both a little tipsy and completely horny, but he couldn't decide to take the plunge, so with a voice panting with desire I went for it, kissed him in the mouth, but a little less passionate than the one in the street so as not to scandalize the patrons around us, and said to him with a suggestive voice and a naughty smile: ‘Olaso, do you want us to go somewhere quiet where we can be alone together in privacy and continue talking and getting to know each other more... intimately.
By the way, that café is still open and bears the name of the main coastal city in central Chile, and Sting made a beautiful song with its name in 1999. This is a clue of the kind of 'Music Quiz' that my good friend and follower @citizen4722 enjoys putting in his posts, to whom I send a hug and a kiss from these lines. I have no doubt that he has instantly guessed the name of the café 😊
I believe what was holding Olaso back from proposing to move to the 'next phase' is that, although from the letters we had exchanged he knew we would eventually have sex, he didn't imagine it would be on our first date upon his return from the USA. That's why he hadn't planned a place to 'make love' to me, as he would say, or 'fuck me,' as I would say, since I didn't love him but only desired him... but at this point, I desired him madly.
When I told him I knew a quiet place with beautiful sunset views to be in my car in privacy, Olaso enthusiastically agreed. We went to where I had left the car parked, which was very close to the cafeteria with a Chilean city name, and when we arrived I gave him the keys so that he could drive, both because I was possibly more tipsy than he was, and because I wanted to tempt him during the short half-hour drive by showing him the lingerie he had given me and surely taking off at least my panties, and maybe completely undressing in the passenger seat and start touching his cock. I've done that ‘many, many’ times in my life with many guys, so on those occasions I like to wear dresses that can be pulled over the head very easily instead of trousers or other clothes that are more complicated to remove.
However, Olaso didn't fully learn his lesson that time, and the first few times we had sex again were also in my old car, the Dyane 6, or in his parents' car, which was larger and had larger rear seats, a new grass-green Chrysler 150. Only after I suggested it to him, and when he had already found a well-paying job in a company, did he start booking a room, almost always in the best hotel right in the city center, where we spent the entire night having sex much more comfortably than in the back seats of a car.
, ,[[ Image 2. Here you have three of the photos Olaso has taken of me over time. He has also taken a few nude photos of me (none porn), but he cherishes them with such affection and devotion that, out of respect for him, it feels wrong to upload them to the blog. However, I may possibly upload one or two to a future post when that photo is relevant to what I'm sharing there. In the first photo, I was 24 years old, and it was taken in the city center park where we used to go for 'boring walks' before the day I sucked off him in a laboratory at the Faculty two years before. The second photo is in the pub of the downtown hotel where we used to go since he started working; I was 31 years old at the time. Olaso had come from Madrid to visit his family, he called me, we met, and we spent the evening and the night together in the hotel ... if you look closely, you'll see that my left bra strap hangs down, as he had already groped me before we arrived at the hotel. The third photo is in his apartment in downtown Madrid when I was 37 years old. ]]
I told Olaso where we could go to be there quietly and he drove without haste, enjoying each other's company, as soon as we left the city I rolled up my dress to the waist and showed him my panties and garter belt, I released the hooks of the garter belt to the stockings and very slowly I pulled down my panties; Olaso was full of compliments with a voice cracking with excitement. I took his hand and put it on my pussy, which he grabbed as if greedily and stuck a finger in, feeling my wetness, I gave a moan of pleasure and held his hand so that he wouldn't take it away.
It was Sunday afternoon, there was hardly any traffic, and it was almost dark because it was seven o'clock in the evening on a November day, so without further ado I pulled my dress over my head and threw it into the back seats, immediately unclasping my bra, my tits were as perky as tennis balls and my nipples as hard and wrinkled as nuts, and Olaso immediately started to caress my breasts with one hand while keeping the other on the steering wheel, I put my hand on the hard bulge in his trousers and started to rub it. Olaso asked me to keep my garter belt on and had his eyes more on me than on the road... Yes, yes, I know, you shouldn't do that, and even less if the driver has had two good glasses of whisky, but we were young and very horny, Carpe Diem! Sue me! Well, to Olaso who was driving I had turned up the heating, because outside the temperature dropped very quickly after dark, and inside the car it was quite hot, it was pleasant being naked.
Upon arriving at the designated spot, which you have in Image 3 of Pic of the Day 141, there were only four or five other cars with couples inside, so we could be adequately separated, although it's always reassuring and gives a sense of security to know that there are others doing the same around us.
As soon as we arrived, I couldn't resist any longer and unfastened his belt and eagerly unzipped his fly and pulled out his wonderful hard cock. Despite being illuminated only by moonlight I could look at it and touch it, and I realised with great pleasure that his cock had changed for the better, just like his body. It was still very nice and smooth, although with visible veins, but without any protuberance, but now it was even harder and firmer, and above all the skin of his foreskin could be ‘rolled up’ completely with ease, revealing a beautiful juicy glans in the shape of a bullet, so I couldn't resist any longer and bent down and licked it all over.
When he saw me bending down towards him, Olaso asked me if I had wet wipes or Kleenex to clean himself a bit, and I told him yes, but that I wanted to feel his man taste, so to his amazement and joy I slowly put it in my mouth all the way and I had it like that for a while, without sucking, just stuck in my mouth, while my saliva mixed with his precum came out of the corner of my lips and moistened his silky pubic hair. Olaso moaned with pleasure as he stroked my back and my hair.
I stopped sucking him, I looked him in the eyes and said: 'Please Olaso, have me, make me yours, I need you, please let's go to the back seats'. He kissed me passionately grabbing one of my breasts, then he just said: 'Come on my love', we opened the doors, got out of the car and went to the back seats, me completely naked for a few seconds in the cold of the night. We sat together and Olaso hugged me to warm me up, which wasn't necessary because as horny as I was I was incapable of feeling anything but sexual desire, pure lust, and I wouldn't have been cold even in the very center of Antarctica in the middle of the austral winter.
We kissed again while I frantically helped him take off his shirt, and then his trousers and pants, which he threw on the front seats. We groped each other and explored each other thoroughly with frenzy and between moans and snorts of desire from both of us, when I touched the tip of his cock there was already abundant precum coming out, he almost without being able to speak told me that he had condoms in his trousers pocket (meaning that he already foresaw that something could happen that time...), but I said: ‘If you want you can fuck me bareback, please Olaso, I want to feel how you empty yourself inside me and fill me with your cum, I want to feel like yours’.
He snorted looking very hard into my eyes with his piercing blue eyes illuminated by the moonlight, and said, ‘Aura, I want you to know that you are the first woman I am going to make love to, I have had other opportunities, but I wanted you to be the first’. Then I put my back to the front seats, spread my legs, pulled back his foreskin completely and slowly sat on top of him feeling his hardness enter deliciously soft inside me.
Once he was all the way in, I said to him: ‘Do you like it my love?’ and he answered in a surprisingly serene voice: ‘I'm in paradise my beloved Aura’, then we kissed passionately while I had my arms around his shoulders, and he held both my tits in his hands. We were kissing like that for a long time plugged together, like the beast with two backs, and I started to voluntarily contract my vagina squeezing his cock (as a young woman I had those muscles down there very strong and I could milk men with my vagina very easily, Francis loved it when I did it to him). Immediately I noticed his cock began to throb hard, which turned me on even more, and then we both came simultaneously in an explosive orgasm like few others in my life; both of us screaming each other's name loudly.
I had been abstinent for a few days, but Olaso even longer as he is not a fan of masturbation, so his release was monumental and really filled me to the brim, and as I was sitting on top of him I immediately began to feel his hot cum running down my groin.
Once we had finished cumming we stayed like that, nailed to each other, in silence, breathing heavily, he was caressing my face. Olaso is a man with a lot of sexual potency and he was very fit, that's why, in spite of having had a huge cumshot, his cock didn't go soft at all and didn't slip out of my pussy like a cream cake as it does with most men, but remained half hard and therefore well inside me and still throbbed involuntarily from time to time. We kissed, we looked into each other's eyes, he said, ‘Aura, my love, that was wonderful’, I kissed him again and said, ‘Olaso, my life, I like you madly’.
Then we ‘unplugged’ and sat down, he put an arm around my shoulders and I had my head resting on his chest, and I kissed and caressed it gently, licking the droplets of sweat that had become on it: Olaso's skin was the silkiest I had touched so far on a guy, and besides Olaso ‘smells good’; it had worn off his usual ‘masculine-but-not-much’ cologne and he only smelled of his sweat and his cum, mixed with my smells, but his was an deliciously intoxicating aroma.
Olaso, being as polite and clean as he is, told me he wanted to take the Kleenex from his jacket to clean us, but I told him: ‘Don't do it, let me do it’, and instead of Kleenex I bent down and cleaned him with my tongue and my saliva all the remains of semen that had been left on his penis and balls and I swallowed it, but especially on his pubic hair; I left him cleaner than if he had just got out of the shower and when I finished he looked me in the eyes and said: ‘Aura, you're amazing! I want you to be mine’ and he kissed me knowing that I had traces of his own cum in my mouth.
Many men are repulsed by kissing the mouth of the woman who has just given them a blowjob, but I tell you that this is a mistake, while men who kiss afterwards without hesitation show a great deal of empathy towards their sexual partner, and Olaso is one of those men.
Francis is an even more extreme case than Olaso, for sometimes when I gave him a blowjob he would ask me not to swallow it, but to kiss him and spill his own cum into his mouth; no other of the nearly eighty men I have given blowjobs to has ever asked me to do that so far, but it is a very binding and intimate thing, although Francis was not doing it to strengthen any bond, for it was not necessary between him and me, but to experience what it feels like to taste and swallow his own semen.
Some time Francis has prepared me a coffee with a splash of cream (a macchiato) in which the splash was his cum, and I liked it by the way, but I will tell you about all that in the several Posts I have left to write about my relationship with Francis, believe me if I tell you that in those twenty years we did many very ‘peculiar’, kinky, dirty, and transgressive things together, both him to me and me to him. And in this Post I have told you before about something that is the maximum limit to which a ménage á trois relationship can reach, and that is that the three of them agree that the lover should impregnate the other's wife.
As I had agreed with my husband, I did not wipe off Olaso's cum or put on my panties, even at the risk of staining my dress and the car seats, which I did.
Olaso looked at his watch and asked me if I was getting late, as it was already after 9 p.m., and I told him that I could and would stay with him as long as he wanted. We rested in each other's arms, covered by the small but cosy travel blanket that I had left on the back tray of the car, and we fell asleep.
After about an hour we woke up, kissed again and started caressing and fondling each other; we were soon horny again and ready to mate, and so we did, this time more frantically than the first time. Olaso penetrated me as if he wanted to drill me, he held me by the waist with his hands and made me go up and down on his erect stiff cock sticking it in me as if I were a weightless doll, I remember the ‘plaf-plaf-plaf’ of my ass hitting his thighs mixed with the ‘chof-chof-chof’ of his cock going in and out of my dripping pussy, and in no time we were both cumming again simultaneously as we kissed and he was biting my lower lip, not hurting me but not letting go, which is a reflexive gesture some males do to keep the female from escaping as they mate with her to impregnate her.
We looked at each other again, and this time instead of saying words of love, we laughed spontaneously with a laugh of complicity, of joy, as good friends often do after having ‘transgressive’ sex, or some ‘naughtiness’, or ‘dirtiness’, as Francis and I had done so many times before by those same times in the process of discovering our bodies, and our souls.
I bent down again and meticulously and submissively cleaned his semen mixed with my fluids with my tongue, while he looked at me in fascination and in eloquent silence, we kissed again and dressed as best we could in that small space. Then we moved to the front seats, but this time I sat in the driver's seat, as the idea was that I would take him to the suburban train station so that he could go home, and I could drive back to mine. What happened was that I was very sad to be separated from him, and besides, the last train might have already passed, as it was almost midnight. Olaso told me to drop him off at a taxi rank in the nearby town, but instead I drove him to his home.
On the way, and with our sexual anxieties eased, we made plans to meet again from time to time and agreed to see each other every two weeks as the most realistic option.
I left him in front of his parents' house, and we said goodbye until two weeks from now with a passionate kiss.
Then I went home where my husband was waiting for me, impatient for me to tell him everything that had happened on my date with Olaso, I told him ‘almost everything’ (it's only fair that there are some small details and nuances that I keep private between me and Olaso, don't you think? ), Dan was already very horny waiting for me and when I took off my dress and he saw my pubic hair and my thighs full of spots of Olaso's semi-dry cum, he got so excited that he laid me down on the bed without further contemplation and fucked me on the remains of Olaso's cum, and with such a primitive and atavistic act: a female filled with the semen of two males, I got so excited that I had a huge orgasm again. But I must confess you that I was fantasizing he was Olaso instead of my husband fucking me again.
I had had Dan's and Francis's semen together inside me several times before, but that was part of ‘the everyday’, Francis was to some extent also my husband, no doubt he was "my man" more than Dan because we spent more time together and he gave me much more pleasure and more often than my husband; whereas what Olaso and I had done was much more like cheating on my husband, and what both Dan and I enjoyed so much about it all confirmed to me that Dan and I were a couple in which I was a ‘hotwife’ and he was a ‘cuckold-husband’, although at that time such things were not given names.
In summary:
My husband is turned on by me having sex with other men, and I'm turned on by having it, but even more so by the fact that my husband is turned on by me having it.
So every other Tuesday, Olaso would wait for me at the door of the offices of the company where I worked, and that day I would leave an hour early, and before five in the afternoon we would go to spend the afternoon and evening together, that is to say to have sex in my car or in his car in hidden places that I knew from my car rides with my fuck buddy Nestor while we were students at the university.
As I told you before, when Olaso found a job, very well paid by the way, we started going to the hotel I mentioned before, where we would spend the whole night together every other Tuesday instead of just a few hours in the uncomfortable seats of a car. If it happened to be fertile that day then we would move the date a few days, because as I told you Olaso can't stand condoms, and if it wasn't possible to move the date then we would have oral sex or he would impale me in the ass, always bareback of course, and then if I hadn't cum, he would ‘eat my pussy’, which he quickly learned to do very well.
I have never paid for a hotel room, a dinner, or anything else with Olaso or other lovers and flings, and it's not because I'm stingy, but because that's how I feel things should be. I don't interfere with what others do or think, but that's what I believe and do. However, every time we meet again after a long absence, we always come with a gift for each other, and I spare no expense.
A couple of days after the first date, Tuesday according to my diary, Olaso called me at work to tell me how pleased he was that we had started a "relationship" so quickly and successfully. He complimented me with some rather spicy remarks, but in a very friendly and almost joking tone, to which I replied in the same manner. We laughed a bit, and he invited me for a drink the next day after I finished work, which was in offices right in the city center.
When I left work on Wednesday at exactly 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Olaso was waiting for me at the door, impeccably dressed in casual clothes, looking really handsome with a mischievous smile and gaze. I approached him with a smile, and naturally, he gave me a kiss on the mouth (!) as if he were my partner. I had only been married for a few months, and except for a few coworkers I invited to the wedding, no one else knew my husband, so I suppose anyone who saw us would think he was Olaso.
Without hesitation, I took his arm and walked with him, chatting animatedly, to the pub I used to frequent until I stopped working there about ten years ago now (time flies!). That pub isn't far from the offices, and I used to go there occasionally after work to have a drink at the bar, usually "alone," although I had also been there with Dan when we were dating, and with Francis. That was the pub where they played music and there was a small dance floor on one side, and as you know, Francis and I fooled around there a few times in front of my husband, who was my fiancé at the time, and who allowed and supported it. This pub is well-known in the city for being a pub where it's very easy to find a hookup, and I can vouch for that being true.
We sat at a table near the dance floor, which was empty at that hour, and we ordered the same drinks as last Sunday at the 'boring' café, that is, a Baileys for me and a Glenfiddich for him. After toasting, Olaso took both of my hands, looked into my eyes with a smile, cleared his throat somewhat theatrically, and... he declared his love for me (!!!) . That is, he told me he loved me and that I was the woman of his life, and after what happened last Sunday in the car, he knew that I also felt something for him. So, he proposed that we start dating, with the intention of courting me and eventually starting a life together, becoming partners...
My dear readers, I couldn't see my face, but my expression of surprise and astonishment must have been textbook; I was speechless and pale for a few seconds... But wait, calm down, dear readers, it's not because his declaration of love moved me, but because I didn't expect it remotely, and because I had just realized the huge mess that had been created, not because of me, but because Olaso didn't understand, or rather: he didn't want to understand, or didn't accept the several times I had told him in letters that I was not in love with him, although I did feel physical attraction for him and desired him. Olaso can't separate having sex from love, but I can do it naturally: sex is just two people - or more - having fun together, 'sex is pure body connection,' and that can be done with almost anyone, whereas 'love is soul connection,' and that only happens very rarely and not with just anyone. You can have sex just for the sake of it, but you cannot love just for the sake of it.
I decided I needed to make it very clear once and for all that I didn't love him and didn't believe it would ever happen, but I wanted to do it in a way that would cause him the least harm possible, without offending him, with sweetness but without ambiguity or beating around the bush. And so I did.
First, I expressed with all the affection in the world how flattered I felt that such an attractive, kind, and intelligent man like him had fallen in love with me... But then I proceeded to tell him what is written in the previous paragraph, clearly and firmly, but with great delicacy. I explained to him again that what happened on Sunday was because my husband, whom I love with all my heart, allows and encourages me to have sex with other men. I emphasized that our marriage is very unconventional, but that Dan is the man of my life and always will be (after almost forty years, he still is).
And, to conclude, I told him that nonetheless, I valued and admired him greatly, besides feeling a very strong physical attraction towards him (I didn't mention that I also felt it towards other men), and that's why I wanted to continue being his friend and deepen this intimate friendship that was developing between us, including unrestricted sex whenever both of us desired. After telling him all this, I remained silent, looking him in the eyes.
I looked at him affectionately with a sweet smile, and I didn't make any gesture to let go of his hands for a moment so that he would feel that, despite not loving him, I didn't want to break the physical contact with him... neither the contact of our hands nor the rest of our bodies.
Olaso didn't seem too surprised by my response, which leads me to believe that he had indeed understood what I had told him in several letters, but he wanted to make sure in person, and with a slightly sad expression, he said:
"Aura, you have a complex personality, and surely that, along with your sweetness and beauty, is what has led me to fall deeply in love with you, although I'm not sure I can understand how you are able to dissociate sex from love at will, as I am absolutely unable to do so. But I would like us to continue being friends and deepen our friendship by getting to know each other better, and as you are a free spirit, I suppose you will understand that I continue to be in love with you and that I try by good means for you to feel the same about me. I will try to win you over, but 'without storming the fortress,' I will try to persuade you without pressuring you, I will try to make you love me without resorting to tricks or lies, and I will know how to be patient. But I ask you that if one day you realize that you have fallen in love with me, you tell me, and I won't ask you to leave your husband to be with me, but if you decide to do so, I will be waiting for you with open arms. And because I never want to deceive you, I want to tell you that I hope what we did this Sunday was not the last time."
Those aren't the exact words he spoke, but they capture the essence of what he proposed, which evidently he had already thought out beforehand. However, I do remember that conversation quite well, as not many men have declared their love for me in my life. Let me explain: many men have told me they desired me, but only four have told me they loved me, and in chronological order, they were Dan, Olaso, Lalo, and Dean. Of them, only one still loves me, Dan, and I have been in love and declared my love only to two: Dan and Dean, and currently, I am only in love with one, Dan, forever.
I responded that I was greatly pleased that, although he may not comprehend me, he nevertheless can understand me. And I told him that I agreed with the honest proposal he had just made to me and that I was very happy to embark on this adventure together. And finally, I told him that, regarding the last part of his declaration:
"Dear friend Olaso, although I cannot join my soul to yours, I am eager to join our bodies. I am not in love with you, but I care for you as a friend, I am madly attracted to you physically, and I desire you intensely. I would like us to enjoy each other whenever we want, making all our fantasies come true. I cannot open my heart to you, but I am eager to open my legs for you, you can have me when you want, always. And if apart from the appointments that we schedule together one day for any reason you need me, call me and I will come eager to satisfy you as soon as possible, I promise. Olaso, I want to make you happy and give you as fulfilling a sexual life as I can until you find the woman of your life."
Yes, I said the “open legs” thing to remark the idea of our relationship being mainly a sexual one. During the first two years of our relationship, Olaso called me several times out of the scheduled dates… his unexpected calls always turned me on a lot, and I always cancelled any other plans if I had and came to please him the same day.
Olaso replied:
"Aura, I have already found the woman of my life, and it's you."
Then I approached him and said, "Kiss me, please, I need it," and we shared a long and deep passionate kiss.
And afterward, both of us very pleased, possibly me more than him, we moved on to organize our meeting for next Tuesday. We agreed that he would come to pick me up at four o'clock in the afternoon at the entrance of the electric company offices where I worked, so we could go together in my car to a beautiful coastal town about 40 minutes away from the city. There, we would have a drink together and then head to a quiet place I knew where we could make love... Well, laughing, I said something like, 'And we can make love as you call it, although I usually use a more vulgar term.' He laughed too. Call it what you want and whether it's with love or not, fucking is always delightful.
To plan my dates with Olaso, my scientific and calculating mind took into account that my periods were as regular as clockwork and lasted five days, while for safety reasons I extended the usual seven fertile days to nine. That is to say that for half of the month either I wouldn't feel like fucking (the five days of my periods), or it would have to be with a condom (the nine fertile ones) and as Olaso didn't want to use condoms, we would have to masturbate each other, or have oral sex, or anal sex.
Back then, I used a 'Fertility Calculator Chart' that my first boyfriend, Andy, gave me eight years earlier in Venezuela (he 'borrowed' it from his mother). So, before confirming a Tuesday encounter with Olaso, I would do the corresponding calculations using that chart to adjust the date of the appointment if possible and necessary.
Nevertheless, on a few occasions and with different guys, Olaso among them, I dangerously narrowed down the 'safety margin' of my fertile days. And on one occasion when I was 24, shortly after Francis and I became lovers, I miscalculated and had sex intensively throughout a whole weekend right in the middle of my fertile days. But I was lucky, and nothing happened, although when I realized my mistake, I nearly fainted from the fright. This was fourteen years before attempting to have a child with him, but I've talked about this in detail in the Pic of the Day prior to this one.
Olaso and I had sex in my car or in his parents' car a few more times, but a couple of months later, he found a well-paid job in a major company on the outskirts of the city. From then on, he would book a room in the best hotel in town, and we would spend an afternoon and night there every fortnight for almost two years. A few times when his parents were away, we stayed at his home instead of the hotel, as Olaso had the fantasy of making love and sleeping with me in his own bed.
When Olaso called me unexpectedly, I even took off work saying I was unwell and went straight to have sex with him. A night that he was horny as hell he called me home at 11 pm to meet that very night, my husband said me that he was ok me having a quickie with Olaso on the fly; Olaso came to pick me up in his father's car and we had sex, twice, in the car in the parking lot of the building of my apartment. Also, a time that my husband and Francis were absent I spent a full night sleeping with Olaso in my marital bed fucking like wild beasts, I always had the fantasy of cuckolding my husband with Olaso in my own bed and I am glad I could fulfill that fantasy at least once. Of course, my husband knew in advance what I was going to do, gave me his permission and encouraged me to do it, so I didn't really cheat on him. As said before he is a hotwifer, a cuckold-husband, and I am his hotwife, he loves me being the slut of other men, and as more extreme of a slut I am, more pleased is him.
When I spent the night with Olaso at the hotel or at his place, my husband knew, of course, but I would tell Francis that I wouldn't be home that night because I had a work trip. However, after a year of marriage, Francis managed to rent a small apartment that he used as an art studio, so he didn't spend as much time in the rented apartment that Dan and I had. Therefore, I didn't have to lie to him when I met with Olaso because Francis didn't realize I hadn't slept at home that night. Besides, until Francis and I stopped being lovers, we would sleep together at least one night a week in his studio, and if Dan went to a conference or scientific symposium, Francis and I would spend those days living together at his place or mine.
During the two years after I was married I had a husband, Dan, who loved me passionately and made love to me very often; a steady lover, Francis, with whom I had "very creative" sex as often or more often than with my husband and more intense, plus a threesome almost every week with the two of them; and a gorgeous friend who was in love with me, Olaso, and with whom I had torrid and intense sex sessions every fortnight. In addition, in the summer holidays Paco called me to be have sex a couple of times, and I had several flings during my work trips (see for example Posts, 3, 4, 14, and 24). Those years were like living in paradise for me, and I owe it all to my husband's love and understanding.
Olaso patiently waited for two years for me to fall in love with him, but when he realized it wasn't going to happen, he decided to distance himself from me to try to suffer less for not being able to have me more than sexually twice a month, while he wanted me to fall in love with him, divorce my husband, and marry him... That's why he requested a transfer to the company's headquarters in Madrid, where he has been working all these years; he will retire next year.
But Olaso and I have never lost contact (it's a classic behavior of mine, as you know, because for me, emotional relationships, whatever their nature, are lifelong; I can't say goodbye to people I appreciate and with whom I have shared something as intimate as sex), and that's why we met in Madrid several times over the years, and on a few occasions, we returned to the aforementioned hotel when he came to the northern city to visit his family. The last time Olaso and I had sex was in his apartment in Madrid in 2019, and I'm sure we'll be together again soon.
I have never wanted to deceive Olaso or give him false hope. Gradually, I told him that while I was having sex with my husband and him, I was also having sex with other men. I didn't tell him 'everything,' but enough for him to know that I am far from being the 'good girl' he thought I was when he fell in love not with me, but with a fantasy of me, and for him to know that I am a 'nice slut' who frequently takes advantage of the freedom of relationships that my husband gives me (I'm speaking to you in the present tense)... but Olaso remained in love with me, and I believe he still is.
Not even my husband knows everything about all my adventures, though he knows all my adventures.
I have been Olaso's impossible love, despite knowing that I am a slut, and I am very fond of him, and I have always liked and I desired him very much physically... and what woman could not be attracted to Olaso! But I don't love him, although he has at least enjoyed me from a sexual point of view on many occasions, and I have gone to him whenever he has called me to be with me, even when it didn't suit me or I didn't feel like it, that is to say that Olaso has been able and can make love with his beloved when he wants, although I have only had sex with him, fucked, but he has a special place in my heart as a good and faithful friend.
Olaso and I have been together more than sixty times, and on each occasion, we have had sex more than once. On several occasions, we have spent more than a day together, and once it was four days during a long weekend that we spent together at his apartment in Madrid in 2014. Therefore, Olaso has made love to the woman he loves almost two hundred times, the last being in 2019. Not all men have had the opportunity to do something similar with a love that is not reciprocated emotionally, although it is sexually.
As for me, being as sensual a woman as I am, it has been an enormous pleasure to enjoy such an extraordinarily attractive man as Olaso; he is one of the five men I have most desired sexually and with whom I have felt the most lust and physical pleasure having sex, especially fucking, the other four being in order: Dean, Lalo, Francis, and Sir Ulf. Dean and Francis were "handed to me" by my husband, but I found Olaso and Sir Ulf on my own... Lalo found me. My husband is not even in the top-ten in this ranking among the almost eighty men I have had sex with so far, but I love him and thank him infinitely for allowing and supporting me to have such a varied and complete sex life. He knows that I am a non-pathological hypersexual woman, and he has always understood me and made me happy by allowing me to be what I am without restrictions or reproaches, and I have made him happy: we are meant for each other, we are two "soul mates", or as he likes to say "one soul with two bodies".
But don't feel sorry for Olaso, for he has not been a monk, since in addition to me he has had sex with several other women and, as far as I know from what he has told me, he has had at least two steady lovers over time, and his sex life has been quite satisfactory I understand; what Olaso has not been able to do is to fall in love with another woman and that is why he has not married.
Olaso is still waiting for me with open arms.
And with this, I conclude, for now, the story of my relationship with Olaso, and I'll resume the normal posts by telling you in the next one what happened with Francis and my husband on 'The Night of the Sea Bream,' continuing directly from Post 131. Therefore, the next one will be titled: 'Post 132: The maximum level a MFM threesome relationship can reach; Part 9.'
I know that by the way I've written this post, it may have seemed more interesting to the few women who have read it than to male readers. I'm sorry, guys, but I hope at least you enjoyed the old photos of a young me.
A kiss, and I wish you all, ladies and gentlemen, a happy and sexy weekend.
Aura
58 comments
Honestly, you need to save these posts and make a book out of them! No, I am not being sarcastic. I just think you should turn them into a book 📖 🥰
Hi B,
I'm flattered that you think that because it means you enjoy reading about my adventures. However, I don't have the ability or the knowledge to write a book about my erotic memoirs, something like 'Aura's Diaries: a Life of Eroticism' And besides, there wouldn't be any publisher interested in publishing it. Additionally, English is my third language, with Spanish being the first and French the second, so I feel quite limited when writing in English: if I were to write these posts in Spanish, I would seem like a better writer, and the posts would have much juicier nuances Writing in English isn't too difficult for me, but since it's not my native language, where I fail is in nuances, double meanings, subtle jokes, and ironies... Anyway, I enjoy telling this part of my life: the erotic part because I'm an exhibitionist, and baring my life in front of readers like you is a pleasure.
Kiss
Aura
M5 sentiments exactly Aura.
👍
Aura
My beautiful friend you are so very fortunate to have found the lovers you have had, and they are fortunate to have been with you. One of the questions I have is it sounds like you were in love with these men each one differently. Anyone can have sex with someone but the way you write I think that each of your lovers meant much more to you than just a fuck.
As I've told you before I do think your erotic life can be made into a book. I would cut out the description of the pictures, maybe combine some paragraphs, and some things you can cut out all together.
I love reading what you write, and I actually do read it like a short story which to me it is. So I will read and then stop and come back where I left off to finish it. Each time I find myself being the man you write about and that doesn't happen very often. I know that I had asked you if considered being a thropple which is different than a ménage à trois. In a thropple you and your husband would live together with your lover. You can make to love to one of the men or both of them, and would share the bed together even when your not making love. I'm looking forward to the next part.
Hi
As I think I told you in my reply to a previous comment, Francis, Dan and I never "officially" lived together at the same home, but the three of us slept together many times after a threesome sex meeting, both at my place and at Francis' place when he had his own.
But I have lived alone with Francis for long periods of time, even months at a time. The first time was for seven months when I was 29 years old and my husband was in France directing an international research project, and the second time for more than three months when I was 38 years old and wanted to get pregnant with Francis without success (I have talked about all this in previous posts).
I am very glad that when you read my posts you feel like you were there with me, you know that my aim is to make readers feel immersed in the experiences I tell.
Kiss
Aura
My dream body!
Thank you for the compliment!
Aura
@Mibelayze thank you so much for sharing the beauty of this female form. Stunning.
I can’t imagine the fun we would have if we were together…..
Nice bush!
Aura
Just plain beautiful. Love a hairy pussy. Thank you!
Aura
Great body and a bush. What's your pleasure so I can 'turn you on' and make you cum darling? xxx
I am flattered!
Kiss
Aura
Beautiful body!!!
Aura
It was wonderful meeting in café... looks like From what you're describing we can called it the celebration for his return from USA..at least in the physical level you're matching with olaso... we exchange gifts 🎁 wonderful topics talking about civilization it's so good From u..i love cultural woman mm 😉 especially this topic u are talking about.. it's conterversial topic it's still happening until now...u are convincing him step by step your marriage not effecting on your relationship with him... it's wonderful delicious 🤤 details for what happened in Sunday Afternoon it's Amazing 😍😍.. despite he's not learning little but he had a good performance and in the car something i want to try it.. And After finishing u clean and licking his clothes well 😋 signs for slut i love that 🤤🤤.... mmmmm 🤤 delicious 🤤 details happening with olaso it's rubbing my soft cock now like i was there .. he's more desirable and playing levels of sex than francis I'm talking in swallowing cums and bond things .. like i said it's twice in Sunday with olaso and Dan... And so After happening with olaso we've a date every week it's developing from cars to the room in hotel 🛏️..so delicious 🤤 fucking bare back i love ... until the shocking wednesday coming the moment of truth.. it's so good to go with it Away And you're expressing and explaining this to him politely And finally he understands ...so you arranging his day with you... everything is fine...To reaching to calling you in night And spending time together but you're becoming in this coming dates more bondless with him.. And he's making good with u.. it's busy schedule in this time... the silence sometimes it's the Answer to not hurt him And with your nature until now u have contact with him and retiring soon ... he's not missing hope from becoming his lover again .. And physically he's more special not anyone eighty men you've met them .. certainly thanks to Dan he's loaded this journey with you until now god bless you ❣️ Exhausted journey but naughty.. olaso like you too here difference between sex and love but he's still bet on u ..so wonderful long story...more adventures here thanks 😊 to the next time again with Dan and Francis ...yes wonderful naughty pics especially i love so much your pic when you're 37 years when I'm looking to it 😍 now I'm feeling with you in this pic And you're talking to me and see me like mmmmm 🤤🤤 i admire this.. maybe because I love older women have experience like u 😉 i don't know.. have a great weekend my naughty teacher 😍
Hi Alfedo,
The continuation of our first threesome- Dan-me-Francis will come soon!!
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze I'm waiting...ooo so delicious 😋 time I'm feeling I was there with you in this days
In a word: stunning!
Aura
Stunning body my dear 😘
Aura
Yes peeeeee
May your weekend be as beautiful as your smile and as warm and as intoxicating as your eyes! 🤩
Aura
You are so very hot. So lovely.
Jim
Thank you Jim!
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze I would enjoy kissing you in a number of places
Chase the Dog Star
Over the sea
Home to my true love who’s waiting for me.
A beautiful song for a beautiful woman
I read your blog twice this morning and I am always so turned on by your prose. Olaso was a very lucky young man.
I liked the idea of you on the Baileys and his choice of Glenfiddich. It’s made by a distiller called William Grants and I live five miles from a Grants distillery.
I felt a slight hint of jealousy when you described your first fuck together. The idea of bareback sex always excites me. I often have bareback sex with people I have known for a while. The feeling as my cum explodes inside her as it trickles or pours down between her legs is unexplainable.
Cumming together is the holy grail of fucking.
Your photos look amazing. The photographer is an artist although it would be very difficult to take a bad photo of you. You have a unique look that makes you stand out in a crowd.
I will read this again and probably edge myself in the process.
Look forward to more of your blog.
Kisses 💋💋💋Tom x
Hi Tom,
Yes! to got it! Valparaiso, that Sting prounced in the song as "Valpara-asu" sounds sweet. I live that song.
To me bareback sex is the best, and has been always my choice when possible. Ans simultaneous orgasms are wonderful!
Hmmm... I like to know yor are going to "edge" reading about Olaso and me again,,,
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze I did read it again and I did edge then ended up finishing in the shower. The spray of a hand held shower head was enough to send me over the edge. That and your blog which was still in my head.
I loved a lot of Stings songs. He collaborates with so many other bands and singers.
I had a vasectomy many years ago and never used condoms with my partners. I love to clean up after pulling out and often she licks my cock clean too. Very sensual.
Look forward to your next part of your blog.
Kisses 💋💋💋Tom xxx
@Mythosier
Hi Tom, I am proud of you going to the edge reading the Post and then "over the edge" thinking in me
I hope to upload the next Post in a couple days, which will be he continuation of Post 131 and I will tell about the first threesome with Francisd and my husband. That was also the first time Francis and I had full sex, because up to hat day we only had kind of "soft" edge-play pretending it was by accident while I was posing for him We spent two days, night included, having almost non-stop sex... Imagine the things two 26 years old studs and a 23 years old hypersexual (maybe High Sex Drive would be more accurate) uninhibited girl could do being two days locked in an apartment...
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze I have a very vivid imagination and I am not having any difficulty being a viewer in that room. Two whole days and nights of fucking,the air scented with sensuality and sex. The brief interludes when you were lying between your husband and Francis,both men re-energising themselves to give you the best orgasm.Licking your clitoris until it is pulsing. Taking your gorgeous nipples between their teeth.
I wish I could have been an invisible presence,edging as I watched the show.
I still think you should make a film of your life. It is something I would watch again and again.
Kisses,💋💋💋,Tom x
@Mythosier
Hi Tom,
You know I write my Posts with the idea that the reader feels as if they were present with me during that adventure. That is, I try, within my limited abilities, to make the reading as immersive as possible, and I suppose the photos help a lot. In a way, you have been there ith me by reading the posts, or at least I have tried to take you there.
Kiss
Aura
Amazing wonderful story of deflowering Olaso….stunning pics too ….
Yes! I deflowered him, and was wonderful. I have to recognize that having sex with Olaso is something special every time, because he is in love with me which flatters me a lot, and that's why I make a special effort to satisfy him more than to other guys. Having sex with Olaso always includes a lot of kisses and love words, a touch of romanticism which I love.
Kiss
Aura
Crees que el Escocés va a aparecer a la cita que tenéis dentro de 10 días? Te apuesto dos Baileys en "tu pub" a que no, y lo siento.
Conociéndole no se si va a venir a buscarme a casa, pero como venga se la voy a ir ya chupando en el coche como a él le gusta y en cuanto lleguemos a su casa voy a ir con él a la cama a hacerle el camel-toe que me ha pedido y cuando vaya a correrse me la voy a meter dentro hasta el fondo para que me llene el coño. No sabes bien las ganas que tengo que follarmelo otra vez! ...te pone cachondo que te diga esas cosas verdad? Por cierto, si aparece no creo que vuelva esa noche a dormir a casa, hay que aprovechar las oportunidades a tope, no te parece?
Besos
El Guapo nunca me cayó bien, con su carita de no haber roto un plato y rompiéndote el culo en los asientos traseros para no preñarte, ! Menudo menda! quien lo diría
Pareces un poco celoso? Además el Guapo no fue el primero en "romperme el culo" en un coche, "otro tío" ya lo había hecho antes en un R8 si no recuerdo mal....
@Mibelayze
No sería al salir de la disco cutre de Sopelana en la que ayudabas de vez en cuando al dueño a servir bebidas en pelotas en las mesas a cambio de entradas y bebida gratis para tí y para mi? Solo te faltaba llevar un liguero para las propinas!
@RotsenOgimautb
En efecto allí mismo; entradas y bebidas gratis para mí... y "para tí" Y aunque no llevaba liguero, alguna propina que otra me dieron
What a stunning beauty. It’s rare to walk the line of innocent looking plus sexy plus pure desire … you do that in your photos!
I am so flattered!
Aura