April 30, 2024.
Hi my friends,
Pic of the Day 141 ends with some reflections on my relationship with Olaso, but the narrative leaves untold what happened on that Sunday afternoon date in early November to catch up after Olaso's return from his over one-year stay at a university in California.
Olaso was in love with me, and he went to the USA thinking that I was also in love with him. Let's say he misinterpreted the blowjob I gave him in the lab and thought I did it to show him my love: forgive him, but he was just a 24-year-old guy with no previous experience in girls and who had fallen in love with me. And I was a 22-year-old nice slut with a lot of experience, who didn't attach much importance to giving a blowjob and did it as a gesture of gratitude for his help with my Master's Thesis,… and because he was a very attractive guy. But despite my experience in sex, I was ignorant when it came to relationship matters.
During his stay in the USA, Olaso would send me a letter fortnightly, always with the same routine: he would write it on Sunday afternoon and send it to me on Monday by airmail. The reason for this biweekly frequency rather than more often was because it took about 10 days for the mail to reach, and he didn't want to be writing a letter before I had read the previous one... thankfully, because most of his letters were long and a drag, and I say most because a few of them are of a very different kind, and he talked about his feelings towards me, including some elegantly written erotic references. I can say that Olaso declared his feelings for me through airmail; I'll tell you about that right away.
Some letters came with photos, quite good ones actually, and in almost all of them he appeared, as always, very handsome; more handsome than before he left, since being away from his mother he dressed more casually, let his hair grow, and didn't always have it neatly combed, and he usually had a three-day stubble. Olaso was ceasing to be a mama's boy and becoming a very interesting and attractive man. His dressing style had transitioned from the elegant and somewhat posh cowboy look to a more urban and informal post-hippy era, yet always donning quality clothing. Even in some photos, he sported the classic Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses that made him quite intriguing… less “good boy”.
Indeed, Olaso no longer gave the impression of being a pampered child; he was less of a 'good boy' now, and his gaze was no longer as innocent as before; altogether, a boy who had metamorphosed into a man soon after distancing himself from his mother and having to fend for himself. Moreover, I'm certain that what we did in the laboratory had been a significant milestone in that transformation. Once again, because of my sexual openness – polite way of saying because of my sluttiness-, I had a decisive and positive effect on a boy's life, helping him become a man. How much harm overprotective mothers do to their sons!
Also, the tone of his letters was changing month after month, and some were slightly daring and alluded to the "mischief" we got up to in the laboratory, and the possibility of repeating it or better “going further”. Of course, I keep all the letters and photos. One particular photo stands out in my memory: it depicts him on the beach at Santa Monica at sunset, clad in swimwear, with the iconic pier seen in many movies stretching into the background. In this photo, his gaze carries a hint of masculine mischief, exuding the confidence of a man comfortable in his own skin, despite being only 24-25 years old.
In the months he had spent in the USA, Olaso's body had become more muscular, thanks to the good weather in Southern California allowing him to exercise almost daily, especially jogging, and hiking many weekends. He had two friends he went out to exercise with, a nice Taiwanese guy who was his roommate, and another Spaniard, a guy from Barcelona, so he had a reasonable social life; what he didn't have was a relationship with other girls... or at least that's what he told me.
So, his letters gradually became less boring, and the last ones were frankly interesting and 'stimulating.' I confess I looked forward to seeing his next letter on the telephone stand at the entrance where my mother left the mail. More than once, I got turned on reading them, even though I was already Dan's fiancée and soon his wife. Even after getting married, and once Olaso had absorbed the blow when he found out, he continued to write to me in a rather daring tone, as I had hinted at how open and liberal my husband is with my intimate life.
However, Olaso hadn't quite grasped what I was suggesting, which was that despite being married, my husband allowed me to have my own erotic adventures, as was happening in the case of Francis, and happened that summer with three flings I had with my husband's blessing and support. In my letters to Olaso, I suggested that upon his return, we could meet up and have occasional sex, but he must have thought I was suggesting that I was in love with him or could be. I can make a clear distinction between love and sex, but most people can't, and Olaso was one of them.
Nevertheless, my dear readers, I can tell you one thing: if I hadn't already been married to Dan when the 'New Olaso' returned from the USA, I would have had serious doubts about which of the two to commit to, although it would almost certainly have been Dan in the end. Olaso would never have accepted my condition of being able to have sex with other men after marriage, something non-negotiable for me but which Dan willingly accepted. However, Dan realized the danger Olaso represented as a serious competitor, yet he never objected to me having occasional sex with Olaso because it is part of our agreement as a couple, and because Dan is a very confident man, aside from being an extraordinary chess and 'Mus' player (a type of poker played in northern Spain with Spanish playing cards). He excels at chess due to his intelligence and strategic mind, and at poker due to his memory, intuition and sixth sense; Dan is very good at reading people.
And so he evaluated the situation Olaso-me-Dan and the possible risks of losing me, and he didn't try to hinder my affair with Olaso, but rather encouraged me and helped me to have a friendship with him on my own, which included periodic sexual encounters: every ten or fifteen days during the first year after Olaso's return to Spain.
Do you know what Dan's favorite song is? It's 'The Gambler' by Kenny Rogers, mainly for the lyrics. I think that gives you a clue about his personality. My husband holds a few aces, and if I'm what's at stake in the game, he's practically won it already. Nonetheless, he “never counts his money” because he believes he's still 'sittin at the table.' And this reminds me of something José Manuel once told me when I was only 22 years old and his lover:
' Life is like a game of chess against Death, so you know you'll eventually lose, so what you need to do is learn to play, enjoy the game, and make it last as long as possible. And remember, don’t be afraid, Death is not your enemy but your playmate '.
I consider myself incredibly fortunate to have known and cherished two extraordinary men like José Manuel and Dan! They've been the most influential figures in my life, and I deeply admire them.
The first letter of Olaso came shortly after he settled into a room in the university residence, which he shared with the Taiwanese guy. The letter was written in the tone a "good guy", he was one, would use to write to his chaste and honest girlfriend, with lots of descriptions of his feelings upon arriving in California, how the campus was, comments on the excellence of the professor he was going to collaborate with on research, how well-equipped the lab was, the topic of research proposed by the professor... in short: boring.
The letter ended with a few lines in which he said the only regret he felt was being separated from me and that he was going to miss me a lot, but at least he had "some photos" to remember me by every night before bed, but he asked me to please send him some portrait photos of myself.
Let's see reader friends, I know you and I know what you're thinking... No, when he went to the USA Olaso didn't have any photos having sex with me, or of me naked, but just a couple of very poor-quality photos of him, me, his mother and mine that my brother took one day when they came to visit. There isn't even a photo of him and me alone. What Olaso did have and took to the USA were the panties and bra I had given him the day of the blowjob, so I guess he remembered me more when he saw and touched that underwear than the pictures with our moms.
Olaso never asked me if I had had sex with other guys before him but, despite his inexperience with girls, he is very smart, so I guess he realized that I had sex experience because I was the one who directed all the action during my blowjob in the lab, and the one who told him how to use his fingers to masturbate me, so I guess he figured I had at least a boyfriend before.
But I am quite sure Olaso didn't realize was that by that time I had already fucked about twenty different guys, many of them several times and given hundreds of blowjobs, even to strangers without even knowing their names, which is why the one I gave him was so "pro". But what could not even cross his mind was that when I gave him the blowjob I was the kept mistress of a man much older than me (I was 22 and José Manuel 35), and visited on his behalf some VIP clients of his law-firm to help to keep them loyal, and even less that only a couple of weeks ago I had begged that man to impregnate me; that is, Olaso could not imagine what a slut I was; he had me idealized, he was not really in love with me but with the idea of me that he had forged in his mind. I didn't lie to him, he assumed that I was as he imagined and just didn't ask me.
,[[ Image 1. As I mentioned in a previous Pic of the Day, when we said goodbye before he left for the USA, Olaso gave me two sets of quality lingerie. One was a white lace set, sort of as a return for the panties and bra I gave him when I sucked him off in the lab. The other was a complete sky-blue set that included a nightgown. In some of the sexier photos I sent him by airmail along with my responses to his letters, I wore that nightgown, the one than you can see it in my right leg. By the way, I used it both with my husband and with Francis, who took numerous photos of me in that blue lingerie. For example, here's two of the photos Francis took before Olaso returned from the USA. Francis is very jealous, so I never told him anything about my relationship with Olaso, but I told my husband everything... well, 'almost everything.' Of course, a few months later Olaso fucked me wearing that nightgown, it was fair. And by the way, how many times Francis has fucked me in those armchairs!, my husband less but also, that's why in some pictures you can see that there is a pink cloth on top... to protect the upholstery from the fluids of the boys and mine. In successive Pics of the Day, I'll be uploading more photos from that very erotic photo shoot with Francis. ]]
And speaking of the photo in Image 1, Francis took it a couple of weeks before my meeting with Olaso in which I ended up fucking him in my car, and yes the correct expression is that the first time “I fucked him”, bareback, so he finally realized that I was not the good girl he thought, but a lustful married slut, and the other times we were together it was him who used me deliciously hard and without contemplation, or many preliminaries, as "bad boys" do with their sluts.
The day we met after his return from the USA, I went from being for Olaso an impossible romantic love with a married woman, to being his slut. But, as he himself confessed to me, he was still in love with me, and even when I did not reciprocate his love, having sex with him without inhibitions or limitations and whenever he called me, made him the happiest man in the world when we were together. However, Olaso suffered when we separated because he would have liked that instead of being his slut for sporadic encounters, I would have been his wife: slutty in private and honest and prude in public. That is to say, my devotion and passion for sex instead of disappointing Olaso made him desire me even more and be more in love with me.
But ultimately, after two years having periodic encounters, the pain he felt from me not being his wife led him to seek a job in Madrid, where he still lives today. Nevertheless, over these years, we have met and had sex on quite a few occasions, when he came to visit his family and friends in the city where I lived and taking advantage of some of my work trips to Madrid, where if we agreed to meet, instead of booking a hotel, I stayed at his home. The last time we were together was in 2019 in an hotel in San Sebastián (northern Spain, near the French border), and we may possibly meet again before long. I would bet that when Olaso retires next year, he'll call me to celebrate together, I'm practically sure of it.
As for the light source in the photos in Image 1, my husband had brought home an overhead projector to prepare his presentations at the many scientific congresses and conferences he attended (in his absences I stayed at home living with Francis), but Francis used it as a light source to take nude and erotic pictures of me until he had the financial means to buy his own professional lighting equipment. How many times did Francis fuck me with the light from that overhead projector! For years I would get horny when someone made a presentation at my work using one of those, I am not joking.
Judging by my lustful face and my posture in Image 1, I was already completely horny looking and tempting Francis to fuck me right there, who was almost certainly naked and with a hardon while he was taking the photos. And make no doubt that while I was in that position Francis had brought his cock close to my face and I had sucked it; Francis loved to tap me on the face with his cock and close to my mouth to make me anxious so that I would open my mouth and beg him to let me suck him a little. Also, the days when that picture was taken I was especially horny, because I was anxious waiting for my already close encounter with Olaso, whom I had decided to fuck him for sure.
, , ,[[ Image 2. Speaking of rubbing my face with his cock and tapping me to tempt me to suck, in the first photo you see Francis doing that very thing to me during a threesome with my husband about ten years later, meaning I was about 33 years old, my husband shot the photo with one of the first digital camera, a Kodak KDC. In the other three pictures you see John in 2011 driving me crazy doing something very similar to what Francis was doing to me with his cock in my face during a threesome including BDSM role-play. Those are screenshot of a video recorded by my husband. ]]
But let’s return to Olaso:
As I mentioned in a previous Pic of the Day, it took me a month to respond to his first letter. My reply was short and impersonal, though polite, avoiding any mention of affectionate feelings. I didn't tell him I missed him because it wasn't true. I responded to him as I would to any good classmate, not as to my boyfriend, which he wasn't. I tried to discourage him, to make him realize that I wasn't interested in having a relationship with him without explicitly telling it, as he wasn't clearly proposing it to me either.
However, his request for me to send him some pictures made me feel very flattered and touched my exhibitionist side; he was obviously asking for pictures to remind me, to masturbate at night before going to sleep, and to show to the closest friends he made there; yes, that's what most guys do, even the “good guys” like Olaso, and that's fine with me, so I decided to send him some of a "good girl" style, one a bit sexy, and finally one quite daring, but without showing my “private parts”, but almost.
I already had a considerable collection of photos, but it was at the end of July and I was still working with the photographer Chema for the editorial, posing for him two or three times a week. Instead of sending Olaso some photos I already had, I decided to ask Chema to take some new ones specifically intended for Olaso, and that's what I did. Of course, I explained to Chema what they were for; he didn't know Olaso.
, , ,[[ Image 3. As I have recounted in several posts about "My Glorious Year," at 21 and 22 years old I was the model for a wannabee professional photographer, Chema, who took nude photos of me - not pornographic - and sold them to private clients; it wasn't illegal, but somewhat clandestine, although later we signed a contract with a graphic editorial that made decks of erotic cards, erotic page markers for books, calendars, and similar items. As I would like to send Olaso some quality portrait photos I asked Chema to do a few good quality photos as the ones you have in this image. Sending these photos to Olaso, it was evident that at least the last two were from the studio, and I was nude in front of the photographer, so I took the opportunity to tell Olaso that I was the model for a photographer and had been posing nude for him for almost two years. In this way, I satisfied my exhibitionist urge by sending him these photos, especially the last one, while also hoping that Olaso would become disillusioned, realizing without me expressly telling him that I wasn't the innocent 'good girl' he thought I was, and that at 22, I already had a sexual history, and the pro-blowjob I gave to him was another proof of it. ]]
But, as often happens to me, this Pic of the Day has already become excessively long, so in the next one I will tell you what happened when he found out that I got married at the end of the following May, and in detail my first dates with him upon his return from the USA and the arrangement we did to have a relationship with him out of my marriage but with the consent of my husband, and without Francis knowing I was dating Olaso from time to time.
I wish you an excellent and sexy week,
A kiss
Aura
49 comments
Love your stories
Followed by very erotic and sexy photos of you
😘😘
Thank you Rob! I am glad I had followers and readers like you.
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze 😘😘😘
Luv To Have You, Spend The Day...On My Tongue
Aura
@Mibelayze Kiss...YOUR..Tender...Pink Lips...
Aura me encanto tu historia pero tambien me senti exitado me puse mu duro alver tus fotos! eres una mujer Maja como me gustaria tener un MFM con ustedes pero yo vivo en Atlanta en los Estados Unidos solo me queda sonar contigo solo eso, estuve en Madrid y Barcelona la primavera pasada pero no sabia de ti, yo soy de latinoamericano ingeniero electronico y vivo aqui 40 anos.
Me gustas mucho por tu caracter abierto y sin perjicios, Love You
Hola!
Me alegra mucho poder escribir en español. Y también me alegra de que sigas el Blog y te gusten mis aventuras y mis fotos. Y muchas gracias por los bonitos piropos que me dices.
Un beso
Aura
I love seeing a hot sexy lady with a hot hair pie
Aura
You are Beautiful. You must have dozens of lovers.
Thank you for the compliments !
Yes, y had sex with dozens of guys
Aura
Yes the New olaso is coming thanks to U And the USA it's making him more daring...but his mind still in this time but what i say the love is blind... you're feeling from the tone of letters it's time to reward him.. And many pics...Dan is very intelligent you're lucky you're opening sex with olaso at the same time i think between u as a couples u are making limits and red lines to olaso ... he's beginning to realise little how u are naughty girl 🤤 but still stupid in love with you ... interesting details About image 1 Francis take it at the same time he realize what will happen with olaso... And olaso is shocking After he's seen married slut woman ... And delicious 🤤 request for olaso and pics too Despite he'll realize of what happens After returning .. good Acting from u 😉 for sending pics to olaso ... waiting for next.. this Action series happening between u and olaso...dan... Amazing 🤩 details and pics kiss 💋💋💋
Hi Alfedo,
The only red line I set to Olaso was that I could not fall in love with him. As for the sex, we had no limits at all when he returned to Spain
Aura
@Mibelayze yes I understand..sex and love... like u said in this posts about him... He will retire next year and he now in Madrid...is he thinking again of u in next time or maybe the next years to play this again or he's enough from doing it... Despite he's still now loving u and I will taking that to the Another side
@Alfedofernanz200
Really I don't think too much in Olaso, but wrting these posts about him brought up my memories of the things we did and I sent an email to him yesterday saying: “Hi Olaso, how are you doing?” ☺️😉
@Mibelayze it's wonderful memories..good to send him email..but I feel from your response he's outside of your matters..it's not important
You steal my lusts heart.
Good!
Kiss
Aura
Love the pics with the sweater darlin! You are beautiful! Love your smile! 😃
Aura
@Mibelayze thank you sweetheart!
I love the first pic of you laying blissfully naked, his cock on your cheek and your pussy free for the taking, mmm…so erotic, thanks for sharing
Aura
Absolutely gorgeous and breathtaking photos Aura. You are a natural in front of the camera and so much of who you are transcends the lense.
Another great read with amazing photos! 🤩
Always so kind with me!
Aura
!Eternamente preciosa! Eres una fantasía hecha realidad.
Gracias amigo!
Un beso
Aura
Stunning sexy erotic pics …love the tied spreadeagled….got a nice hard rise x
I am happy being the cause of those stimulating effects
Aura
Olaso sí que fue un riesgo, más de lo que dices, reconócelo! Me arriesgué demasiado.
... mucho más de lo que te imaginas.
Has apostado fuerte y te has arriesgado demasiado con Olaso, Lalo, y sobre todo con Dean. Digamos que has ganado partidas de poker teniendo solo una pareja de corazones contra alguien que tenía trio de reyes. Eres muy bueno echando faroles De todos modos te agradezco infinito qe me hayas permitido darme lujos como tirarme a Olaso y a Francis a placer siendo una recién casada, o irme a Escocia 15 días con Dean, esa vez si que te la jugaste...
Pero siempre ganas porque te amo
A
@Mibelayze
Y ahora, a mis años, me la vuelvo a jugar con Dean, pero esta vez el ha elegido voluntariamente retirarse de la partida, me temo que será así. Así que volveré a ganar y estar vez si ni siquiera tener que jugar, es una pena.
@Kitdan131
Las probabilidades de que Dean venga son de menos del 10% me temo
Jopé con John! Yo quiero hacerte eso también!
Cuando quieras.
!Y quien no!
Looking good
Aura
You're gorgeous and your stories are exciting
Aura