Time with Lizbet Part1

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Time with Lizbet Part1The firm sent me to Houston to work on a huge project; it involved energy, the government, foreign investors, and of course taxes and contracts. I was going to be working it for 6-9 months. My government Liaison/advisor was an attorney named Lizbet. She went by Liz, but after awhile I called her Lizzy. She was a South Texas girl, about 30, married with 3 that were 13, 11, and 5. She was a stunning beauty that looked identical to Chloe Amour. (If you don’t know who Chloe Amour is, do a search on her name and watch some vids. When I first saw her, I thought Lizzy had started doing porn they looked so identical. Not just in the face either, everything looked cloned.)I am not sure why I didn’t think of Lizzy sexually at first. I mean, I certainly had noticed her and thought she was beyond attractive. It seemed she was very focused on career and family without much room for anything else. She was also very smart and logical (Lots of women are smart but can’t always couple that with reason, very rare to find!) So, I guess when I put it all together, I just considered her on the completely unavailable list with not much chance for a slightly older guy like me. She certainly could have her choice of men if she decided she wanted one. It was pretty unlikely it would be me. Unbeknownst at the time, my indifference to her became a challenge to her. She could not understand why I didn’t fall all over her like practically everyone else did. Why did her charismatic charm and easy conversation not put me in a spell like every other man she had wowed and tried to control? She had told me later that she was instantly attracted to me, borderline obsessed. She described it as love/lust at first sight that built quickly and soon was out of control.I was oblivious, and since I had written her off as “unobtainable” my focus was on some of the impressionable assistants and interns that were easily impressed and felt like they had things to prove. You probably know the type…easy pickings. What happened slowly over the first couple of months is that Lizzy and I actually became pretty good friends. I have always said that men and women cannot be friends…unless one is gay or hideous. If there is any attraction, the guy will hit it come first opportunity, it’s just how it is. Usually a guy is a friend to a girl only if he is trying to get in her pants…sorry ladies…most dudes don’t want you for friends, you are all too complicated and high maintenance and talk too much. We want guys for friends, you can be yourself when you are not trying to fuck your friend…so ask yourself why a guy is your friend…if ısparta escort you have that much in common then you have enough to fuck, and that is really why he puts up with you. Unless one or the other is gay or hideous.Anyways, we did start to become good friends and that is when I realized she wasn’t only a stunner, she was a cool chick, and a lot of fun, and suddenly I was really thinking I wanted to fuck her. She slowly started revealing things about herself and her relationships; like she didn’t have much sex with her hubby because it wasn’t real good. Then one night after work and drinks we made out in her car and about two weeks later we started a full on affair. Everything about her, sexually, was just on another level. Her body was just built for fucking. I had told her it was impossible that she had passed three babes out of her pussy. She was so tight and so small, her pussy was better than 99% of the women I had been with, regardless of offspring. She had no stretch marks or saggy skin, in fact she was tight and taunt everywhere. She had a nice round bubble ass and nice tits with big nipples, but she was very fit and perfectly proportioned. I’ll only describe her again as Chloe Amour…check her out. It wasn’t just her body though, she had an insatiable sex drive and nothing was too crazy. She loved fucking, and she loved it often.We were having sex up to three times a day, sometimes they were quick sessions, but usually in the evenings before she went home to her hubby and k**s, we’d have a nice, long, sweaty fuck. She was on some kind of birth control so I always came in her. I liked the thought of her in working meetings, filled with my cum for most of the day; then topped off before going home for the night. I had asked her once if her hubby would get suspicious or if she was worried going home all disheveled and fully fucked, but she told me not to worry and that everything was good. I pressed her more because I was worried and I sensed there were things she was holding back from me. She would leave me in the evenings and not even try to cover up or hide the results of our days. Was her husband Josh in bed asleep when she got home? Didn’t the smell of her cause questions? Finally she spilled the beans, and it was a big can of beans!So one day she told me she was going to spend the night and tell me everything. It was a weekday and we were both working the next day. I asked how she got a weeknight out of the house; she told me all would be revealed through the night. We finished up work early so we could get back to my hotel and enjoy the night instead of a usual quick escort ısparta fuck and go. It didn’t take long for us to get naked and into the bed, but before we really got started, she insisted on telling me her “story” first. She started the story with her mom and stepdad Berto, who was also her uncle. Her mom died young, and shortly after, Lizzy willingly became Berto’s lover. According to her, he was her first and best. Anyway, their relations went on for years and were both intense and frequent. Lizzy got pregnant by Berto at 18 (He was 46) and had her daughter Mia. She met Josh when she was in college, they started dating and eventually she fell in love with him. Both Lizzy and Berto knew they couldn’t be together openly, but the entire time she was dating Josh she was still with Berto almost daily. While she was very much in love with Josh, she was very conflicted because he was not very good in bed. She tried but he just couldn’t fulfill her needs. He was kind and patient and good to her and Mia in every way but sexually, they just weren’t a great sexual match. Josh enjoyed sex with Lizzy, but she didn’t, even though she tried very hard. As she explained it, Berto was her sexual partner, and Josh her emotional partner. She loved both very much and needed both to be complete. She got Pregnant again, and though Josh didn’t know, she was sure it was Berto’s baby.Josh wanted to marry her and that was when she decided to come clean, even though she knew he would never want to marry her or have anything else to do with her after he found out she had been fucking Berto almost daily before and while they had dated. To boot, she had lied about Mia and told him her father had disappeared after she was born. In fact, Mia was Berto’s, and now even though Josh thought she was pregnant by him, it was Berto again. If all that wasn’t enough, she also didn’t want to stop her relations with Berto. To her surprise, she found that even though Josh was hurt by all the revelations, he loved her so much that he didn’t care. He wanted to marry her anyway. As long as they lived together and their relationship was as strong as it had been, she could still keep seeing Berto. He only asked that all the lying was over.I don’t know why but all of those secrets revealed pushed me beyond horny. I told Lizzy that everything she was telling me was important and she had my attention but I needed to be inside her. She paused her story and we had a marathon sex session. We did it in the bed, in the shower, on the sofa…we fucked for hours. As we lay in bed snuggling she said she had to finish the story. I felt ısparta escort bayan so well fucked and tired I could easily have slept, but I was interested in everything. As she lay on my chest, I stroked her hair and she played with my cock and balls as she continued her story.So, she married Josh and went on a “honeymoon” with both Josh and Berto. As she explained it Berto would fuck her, and then Josh would finish up. Afterward, that was the routine whenever Berto came to visit. However, she would still go to visit Berto and stay with him, but always alone. A few months later, along came her second, a boy, any doubt that he was Berto’s was erased when he was born. They named him Justin. Life went on fine for them. Lizzy finished college and Law School while raising a family with Josh and being with Berto whenever she could. Then tragedy struck and Berto died rather suddenly. For years she was despondent, she threw herself into work and tried to get by with only her husband. She had one fling on the side but it had not been satisfying and was more trouble than worth. Years went by, on one of the occasions she actually had sex with Josh, she got pregnant. After she had her third, a daughter Zoey, she tried to be a loving wife and mother, but always there was a deep desire for more. While she had wanted to find new lovers and had an endless stream of suitors, she had been frustrated and mostly avoided other men. Five years later and the strange chain of events brought her to me. She had been stroking my cock and I felt like I was ready to explode again, even though I probably didn’t have anything left. I rolled over on top of her, looking her in the eye as I slowly started fucking her again. “So Josh knows we have been fucking?” I asked her. She bit her lip and nodded her head. “And he doesn’t care?” Was my follow up question. “No, he’s happy about it,” she replied, her breathing becoming faster. “He’s happy you go home every night filled with my love?” I asked with a chuckle, not really grasping the whole concept. “He loves it,” she answered straight faced. “What does he love about it?” We were both close to coming as I pressed with the questions. “He loves how I taste” she moaned breathless. With that we both came hard for the last time that evening. As I lay on top of her softening slowly, breathing heavy and kissing her softly, I felt as if we were melting together, but my tired head was swimming with questions. I whispered breathlessly in her ear, “I have so many questions, I’m just so tired.” “Just sleep baby,” she softly whispered back. And we did, both fall asleep just like that. My head was filled with dreams, fragments of thought. Sometime in the night I half woke up, hard inside of her. She was mostly asleep but her hips were instinctively grinding with me. That was the last thing I remembered until the alarm woke us for work.

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