1. Agent del Rey


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cheating, Domination/submission, Latina, Male / Older Female, Author: Hafisz, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    At the age of 26, Sergeant John Smith of the New York City police department was fairly well off. He had a good job and a good wife, Ciara Smith. To him, Ciara was the most precious thing and at the age of 28, also one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. John was 5'11 and she was 5'7. John was smack dab with abs and power, whereas she had a nice slim figure and fairly average breasts. John's father was from Ireland and his mother from Bulgaria and even though he was a full fledged American, he was surprised to hear Ciara's family history. They had arrived in Florida in the 1850s and emigrated up to NYC after their arrival, mostly staying within the Hispanic community. As such, Ciara's parents actually had their first two children before they were even married. As John lay in bed, remembering this family history, he looked over to the woman next to him was not his wife Ciara. How could he have cheated? He thought long hand hard that moment and realized, it was not for the sex, but it was the idea of who he was having sex with: Ciara's elder sister, Marianne del Rey. Marianne was the second child in the del Rey family. At the age of 42, she was 14 years older than Ciara but to John, much more beautiful. Before everything with her happened, he had only met her once, at his wedding. Marianne was a single mother, having had gotten pregnant from a former boyfriend at the age of 39. Standing at only 5'2, Marianne looked tiny and precious, as if one could snatch her ...
    up and just hide her in a broom closet. In fact, it was the opposite. She lived in Lyon, France and was trilingual, speaking English, French and Spanish, for she was a field agent for Interpol. That was what attracted John to her, that she had attained such a high status against all odds. In addition, she was extremely beautiful, had 32D breasts, a fit body and a literal Kardashian ass. Marianne kissed him softly, and strafed her hands on his chest. John was dazedd, having just been lost in thought. "I assume you're going to want to rest... would you mind terribly if I went down and spent some time in the sun by the pool? I'm still a little too wound up to sleep," she said quietly. "Of course not. How will I find you?" "I think you'll figure it out. I won't be hiding," came her response from the bathroom. She breezed back into the room. "Give me about an hour, then come rescue me," she laughed. "Rescue you ? Interpol?" John asked, an incredulous look on his face. "Yes." She had changed into her bathing suit in the bathroom, so he hadn't seen what she was wearing and when she came out, a cover up hid her attire from view. To say John was curious would be an understatement. She picked up her sunhat, pursed her lips at John, and slipped out the door. Hey there for a few more minutes, but her slightly cryptic behaviour had him wondering, and that feeling was stronger than his fatigue. I got up, stood under the shower for a few minutes, then dressed and followed in her wake. He ...
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