November 2, 2023.
Continuation of Chaper 2:
Phase 4: September to mid-January. A honeymoon with the devil.
This wonderful stage started the day of my surrender: on September 7th when I was 29 years old and lasted until mid-January: it is what I call "My Honeymoon with Lalo". Undoubtedly the most intense months of my life from the vital point of view; I lived in a world of passion, of continuous sensuality, where all the erotic fantasies I had come true, and I had some experiences that I could not even have imagined. It was 130 days of passion and fantasy, 19 weeks, twice as long as in the movie "9 1/2 Weeks" and instead of being just with one man I was with quite a few ones, but with all of them on behalf of one, my man, my owner, Lalo.
I must admit something I did wrong: I was not a good mother, I behaved selfishly, and I hardly took care of my little daughter for seven months, I hardly thought about her. With my husband absent in France and me absent in Lalo, it was Francis who raised her and gave her affection during that time. My daughter has always been very fond of "Uncle Francis" and has a special bond with him, who is also her godfather. I owe Francis a lot; the whole family owes him a lot.
Am I too sincere, brutally explicit, scandalous perhaps? Excessive for a Blog like this? I am like that, and at my age and circumstances, I am no longer going to pretend, nor hide the truth of the facts and my feelings; what would be the point?
By the way, I know that in theory I shouldn't use so many adjectives or be so verbose, but that's my style, I like to write like that; I know how to do it the other way, but I don't feel like doing it, sorry. And, by the way, I am also very aware that I repeat "by the way" a lot, it is like my literary fingerprint
As said, my husband was absent for his work for more than half a year, and in his absence, I lived at home with my newborn daughter and my husband's best friend, Francis, who temporarily replaced my husband for all purposes in public and private, of course with the approval and support of my husband. From seven years Francis have been my special friend in threesomes with my husband, now he was my lover at home, and I was also his model for paintings and drawings. Lalo was sort of my lover at work. In summary, 24 hours/day of sensuality for months.
From the very instant I submitted to Lalo, I accepted as a fact that he was my owner and tried to please and obey him in everything he demanded from me, we started kind of a submissive-Master relationship but at a deeper level. Lalo behaved very kindly with me during those months, and more than fulfilled his part of the bargain and thus my work advanced exponentially.
,[[ Image 1. Posing during a photo-shoot that Lalo did to me in the lab a few days after I gave myself to him on September 7. They are from the same day as the two photos that appear at the beginning of Post 42 (sorry but some photo-captions are wrongly placed in that Post, I will fix it when I can). ]]
From the point of view of my work, by mid-December, I had successfully completed the research for my thesis, and the Thesis Report was nearly fully written. Moreover, I had already accumulated a substantial number of papers in top (Q1) international journals and conferences from the previous years, ensuring my qualification for an “Summa Cum Laude (“With Highest Honors&rdquo distinction and possibly even an extraordinary PhD award.
Personally, Lalo behaved with me as my friend and lover, we were accomplices: yes, the bast+rd and the nice slut. Our deeper kinky fantasies matched and made them real together, and he provided me with incredible and abundant daily sex, both in his office and in the teachers' residence where he lived and where we spent quite a few nights together. With the excuse of work trips to congresses or visiting companies, we travelled and spent several days together, sometimes without even going to the congress, just having sex and more sex in the hotel; Lalo has many flaws, but he is very generous and showered me with expensive gifts and provided me with a life of luxury and lust, Lalo is “a bon vivant” and he pampered me as never before in my life. But let's not get too excited, I'm sure Nero was also a "bon vivant."
At work Lalo had two faithful collaborators, Nacho and Nico, who were his henchmen and with whom he conspired in making and executing devious and ethically questionable plans to achieve Lalo's rapid promotion. I became the third henchman in the group, but soon became the boss's favorite "henchwoman".
In order for the two henchmen to be motivated and not miss the "working group" meetings, Lalo ordered me to be naked during them, which I gladly accepted because of my exhibitionist side and my blind submission to Lalo's orders. Several times Lalo fingered me, even fucked or impaled me a couple times at the end of the meeting in front of the two henchmen, and I shamelessly cummed. It was also customary for him to allow one or the other to grope me for a few seconds as a reward for some success, to keep them happy and eager to follow his orders. I really loved those meetings 😉
In those "work" meetings, we conspired a lot and the erotic load while I was naked was intense; the meetings were in general in the late afternoons two days a week, the ones I was not working in the Club, and smelled to tobacco, coffee, whisky, and sex (do you remember the song "Everything I love"?). Having a work meeting while naked with three men with a bonner was a very flattering feeling. Lalo always told them, boasting and exaggerating, all the things he did to me and made me do, but he never told them that I was breastfeeding him, that was something very intimate between the two of us, our most sweet and tender secret. Besides, the alpha male should not show his weaknesses to the other wolves in the pack. You have some photos of me naked during some of theses meetings in the original Posts about Lalo.
Lalo also placed a small desk for me in his office, where I worked naked many afternoons next to him when there were few people milling around the department. When someone knocked on the door I would hide in the bathroom until they left. Except one time when Lalo and I made the prank that he left me alone with a Master's student so that I could answer questions naked about a class matter; The student was amazed at first and delighted later . I wrote more than half of the Doctoral Thesis naked in Lalo's office. On another occasion when there was a knock at the door, he made me hide next to his feet under his desk and I was caressing and nibbling his cock outside his pants and playing with his zipper, when the visitor left I opened his fly and gave him a blowjob being down there. That was six years before Monica Lewinsky blowed POTUS in the Oval Office (double meaning intended) We acted like a pair of playful and naughty lovers, and I was the most mischievous, daring, and creative of the two.
, , , , ,[[ Image 2. Here are several photos in Lalo's office in March, kind of a strip-tease 😊 , you see a part of the desk he set up for me to work naked whenever possible next to him. By then, our four-month "Honeymoon" had ended abruptly in mid-January because he had returned to reconcile with his wife, and also wanted to force me to do unacceptable things; and, to force me to do so he threatened me again to show my photos... only now they were no longer a few more or less suggestive artistic photos, but a huge amount of photos and long videos explicitly hardcore porn with different men; I have talked about this in previous Posts, especially in 49; Lalo had betrayed me again. I had to accept to continue being his but I refused to continue breastfeeding him, to his great anger. As a result, my tits began to shrink rapidly, and because of the displeasure, humiliation, and mistreatment that Lalo and his henchmen began to give me, I lost my appetite and lost a lot of weight in a short time. In any case, I continued doing the rest of the usual things with Lalo and for Lalo; Among them, continuing being naked in his office and also attending the meetings of the group of henchmen naked, although my position was simply to add an erotic touch and satisfy the whims of any of the three; I had stopped being Lalo's sweet slutty girl and was now the cum-slut of the three. But I will analyze this in more detail in other Posts in this series. ]]
An now my dear reader I'm going to ramble on for the next two long paragraphs 😊 , you can end reading here without missing any of the story:
Twice in my married life, unforeseen opportunities for a dramatic shift presented themselves. The first instance involved Lalo, who, during those first four months, displayed exceptional behavior with me. If he had continued to exhibit that level of sincerity, consistency, and persistence after falling in love with me in December, it's uncertain whether I would have reciprocated his affection and ended becoming his partner, his couple. However, if he had proposed me to be his long-term lover, I would have accepted without hesitation. Our connection was so intense and deep that anything seemed possible. Yet, Lalo possessed a 'bad boy' persona, which, while alluring to some women, me included, wasn't synonymous with enduring good behavior. This truth became evident in mid-January when his ambitious and untamed nature resurfaced and started mistreating me. The other occasion was 15 years later, when love blossomed between Dean el Escocés and me, and the possibility of becoming a couple, or even of my divorcing and marrying him, lingered in the air. However, his fear of commitment ultimately reduced all of this to mere subtle suggestions. The potential for the second scenario to materialize was not much really, but higher than in Lalo's case, but both were within the realm of possibility. If the theory of quantum multiverses is correct, out of every thousand universes, I would currently be Lalo's partner in 5 of them and Dean's in 45, while in the remaining 950, I would still be with my husband. We are undoubtedly in one of those 950. However, being in one of the other 50 depended only on decisions made first by Lalo—changing his behavior towards me since mid-January—and then by Dean due to his commitment phobia. I deliberately made this paragraph intentionally long and heavy to “bury a diamond within three kilograms of crystals”.
On both occasions, my husband had prioritized his work above all else, including me. The first time, he left home for seven months and went to France, leaving me alone with our newborn daughter, knowing I was on the brink of falling into Lalo's grasp. He left with complete peace of mind because he had given me good advice from a professional perspective (surrender to Lalo in exchange for stopping harming my work, which I immediately felt compelled to do) and from a personal standpoint he left me in Francis's hands so I wouldn't feel alone. With these two problems resolved, in his opinion, he left thinking: 'Figure it out.' The second time, his workgroup embarked on an ambitious project in a novel research field, and he traveled for months throughout the EU and the USA to gather information, learn, make contacts, and build relationships and agreements (back then, the UK was still part of the EU—what a pity you left). I never held a grudge against my husband in either instance, but in his absence, things unfolded as they did, c’est la vie, and they could have taken an even different turn; one can't control their feelings (my case), but their actions are within their power (my husband has been a workaholic his entire life and acted in consequence). My husband and I never argued, and I never stopped loving him, but I had doubts, and anything could have happened. He took the risk, and nothing serious transpired in both instances because there was undeniably a risk that I might have left my husband for another man. Either he has the 'luck of the Irish,' though he isn't Celt, or he's truly as skilled a chess player as they say. Was I ever a chess piece that he could be considered acceptable to lose for the sake of winning “his” game? Maybe, I'll never know for sure.
To be continued soon talking about the Club, the breastfeeding sessions, and how I successfully collaborated with Lalo attracting some influential people to support him for Vice-Chancellor.
Kisses
Aura
48 comments
Wow !
Very hot
@Mibelayze your very welcome
Are you sure you don't have paste on nipples? They change so much! But in all cases they are beautiful and so tempting!!
I was breastfeeding… 😀
@Mibelayze Would've loved to be your "Baby"!
I want some
When you're talking about your daughter definitely I'll crying.. secondly like You said it's the honey moon with lalo and i like your work meetings...and writing your research naked in his office and meeting with student like that it's crazy.. about your husband i think u are retiring now and spending time together you are deciding.. naughty pics my naughty teacher especially your back and ass..i love breastfeeding it's my favourite
Thank you Alfedo, the next Post is about my experiences breastfeeding Lalo, anyway, have a look to the Post 48 if you have the time
@Mibelayze I'll be there naughty kiss 💋💋💋💋
U are so proud
Yes I am
I'm panting! So pretty!!
I am so, so flattered!
Kiss
Aura
I think your husband must have been incredibly busy and occupied with his work during those away periods. Otherwise, if he had large amounts of time to miss his wife and daughter, things might have turned out differently also...I think you both dodged relationship bullets. The circumstances were right then, "The Perfect Storm" kind of thing....It probably couldn't have been like that, either earlier, or later, in your lives...Interesting to think of the "What if's"....All's well that Ends well....
Hello Rachael,
You've defined it perfectly well; I couldn't have summarized it better myself. Indeed, during those absences, many unforeseen things could have happened, especially in Dean's case more than Lalo's.
I've talked very little about my husband on this Blog. He's a very special and unique man, and I don't say this to flatter him but because it's the truth, and all those who know him say the same. Besides being a brilliant researcher, he has kind of a personal magnetism, he managed to build a leading big research group in Europe in his field of expertise, and certainly the best in Spain, composed of "the best" who all respected, admired, and loved him, following him as a natural leader, which he truly is. Even during his brief time in the military as an officer, his soldiers idolized him, and I've seen how they still greeted him with respect and affection many years later on the street.
My husband was very happy in his job, but when I voluntarily decided to stop working (it was my goal throughout my working life), he felt sorry to see me alone at home and didn't want to miss the opportunity to spend our "golden years" together. So, "for my sake," he left his beloved job and retired early, when he was at the peak of his professional career. Can there be a greater proof of love from a workaholic than leaving his job for me? The farewell party organized for him in his department was memorable, with several people having tears in their eyes, including me. Three of them even wrote a small but interesting book about his life and adventures as a researcher (my adventures are of another kind 😉 ).
When the idea of these two absences of him came up, it wasn't against my will. On the contrary, we talked and I encouraged him to be absent because I knew that was his life, his essence, and I love him for who he is. We've always talked a lot about everything and decide together the most important things in our life. Knowing him, I'm aware that before deciding to be absent, he weighed the pros and cons, the advantages for his work and our family, and the risks, although of a different nature in Lalo and Dean's case (Dean isn't a bast+rd), and he made the choice. I don't think it was just luck.
Kiss
Aura
I would fuck it
Thanks for sharing, fascinating. It reads like a script from a Bernardo Bertolucci film and reminds me of secretly reading ‘Last Tango in Paris’ under the bed covers with a torch when I was 16 ….. Unveiling an erotic and very foreign world at the time. I look forward to further instalments.
As for your comment re the UK and leaving the EU … it is the biggest case of self harm the UK has ever inflicted on itself and all because 50% of the country believed the lies of a self interest group. I wish there was more focus on critical thinking in school!
Hi 😊
Ah yes! Last Tango in Paris, what a movie and story! Thank you for the comparison with my life and writings, I am not at the level but I am flattered
The UK leaving the EU saddened me a lot. People can be easily manipulated, and politicians know this. That's why, to achieve their goals, they appeal to the visceral emotions of the public more than reason. The EU is not the disgusting, incompetent, and lying politicians in Brussels. The EU is the citizens who share a common culture, history, and geographic proximity.
With the help of the citizens of the UK, their courage, and their willpower, it would have been much easier to bring about changes in the EU and turn it into a true "Europe of the Citizens" and oust that corrupt elite in Brussels. Now, separated, it's more challenging. You know, "divide and conquer," and they have succeeded... for now, nothing is irreversible.
New profile pic - awesome!
Milk filled tits - omg!!
Lush bush - wow!!!
Lalo affair- my cup runneth over!!!!
Aura - another splendid post lady slut! G xxxx
Hi G
I know you especially like the Posts about my relationship with Lalo, you kinky boy! 😉 .
If you notice, in the new profile pic I'm wearing a D/S collar which in the full pic is hooked to a leash. That photo is from when I was Sir Ulf's submissive in 2015-16.
I'm writing the next Lalo episode, I think the part about me working at the Club, and also attracting influential guys to support Lalo's candidacy for Vice Chancellor will please you, but I'm afraid I'll have to omit some "juicy" stuff due to Blogland censorship, anyway I'll try to refer to those "socially frowned upon" facts, with euphemisms and hints : -D Also, remember that in the old Posts about Lalo I talk about all this in detail, here what I am doing is to complete them and add some analysis about my feelings and sensations.
A kiss
As I get older and look back at some of my exploits i realise that I have spent most of my life looking or thinking of sex. I still spend time either on this site or meeting people for no strings fucking.
I love women and most of my friends are female.
My obsession with the female form has often caused me to miss events or lose sleep.
I read your blogs and think about how much you looked at your relationships in a similar way.
Lalo was your obsession. The way you allowed him to use you but you seemed at the time to be unaware that he was using you. I still read your blogs and recognise myself in some of the situations. I was like Lalo.
I will read on. I still love your photos and hope you find this cathartic
Hi
I love to know that I am able to transmit you well my experiences and the sensations I felt.
I did know that Lalo was using me, but that's what happens to us submissives when we accept someone as an owner: we want to be used by him and we find pleasure in it. I was even the one who gave him the idea of sending me "to work for him" part-time at the Club, I didn't get any profits (I didn't need it either), you know what I mean. It was all for Lalo, which I was especially pleased and proud of. But there was an underlying reasoning that sustained all my behavior: I could not allow Lalo to ruin my work and my career, and for that I was willing to do anything. From then on I applied the "relax and enjoy" principle.
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze Relax is my policy now with all the women I meet. I don’t see lots of partners now. Two are fairly regular,one more than the other one.
I have always wanted sex. I didn’t care who it was at first as long as I was fucking someone I was happy. Eventually that wore off and I couldn’t say I was happy until I started to be more selective. Now I look for someone I can spend ages just chatting and have a reasonably intelligent conversation. That’s one of the reasons I love to read your blog. It makes me think. I wish I knew you years ago. 💋Tom x
@Mythosier
Hi Tom,
Chatting, having intelligent talks, deep talks, is very important for a relationship to work. When one is young, sex can sustain temporarily a relationship, but not for the long run, and not at mature age
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze I have found sex is more intense and seductive now that I have gotten older.
It’s still amazing but I don’t tend to go for quick fucks any more. It’s about connecting now. I spend time on foreplay before any penetration happens. The moments after we orgasm are the points when the ability to have an intelligent conversation is important. 💋Tom x
@Mythosier
Yes, I understand you perfectly The same happens to me.
@Mibelayze I just realised your are about my age. I looked at your most recent photos and you haven’t changed a bit apart from your hair which suits you perfectly. You also still like to walk around in the nude which is one of my favourite things to do when I can. Spain and France are my favourite countries to walk and swim naked. Nobody really cares and I like that. 💋Tom x
@Mythosier
Sexual freedom in Spain and France are out of the common I hope it last for a longtime, though pruddish people and religious nuts are always fighting against other's freedom... f*ck them!
@Mibelayze I hope they don’t eradicate the right to being naked on a beach. It’s the thing I love most about Spain and France. That and the wonderful food. The gorgeous women help too,present company included. 💋
First of all I love your new profile photo. You have a million dollar smile! So beautiful! I'm as knocked out as @spunkycumfun at this array of pictures. My vocabulary fails me here. I run out of hyperbole. You are absolutely exquisite, Aura.
I'm also addicted to your blog. Your forthright manner is both endearing and enchanting.
Is it possible that you were in post partum depression all those years ago? At least there must have been some stress at being left with a newborn. How fortunate that you had Francis. What did Francis think of all that affair with Lalo? If you've told it before I apologize for forgetting.
Thanks for another post, Aura. Yours is a fascinating story.
Hola Bill,
The new profile picture is from Sir Ulf's time, in 2016, although this portrait was taken by my husband; as you can see, I'm wearing a collar, and in the full picture you'll see it's D/S and has a leash attached 😊 I have at least two Posts left about Sir Ulf in this series about my BDSM experiences. I thought having that profile picture now was appropriate to the subject matter of these last Posts 😊.
As for me saying things openly and calling them by their name, that's what I try to do, although sometimes Blogland's censorship limits the language I can use; for example this Post took yesterday 8 hours to be approved and published, I thought they were going to deny it and that's it doesn't say much explicitly, but implicitly. The next one I am preparing, in which I talk about my experiences working in the Club, I am writing it with special care and quite a few euphemisms and hints to avoid troubles.
As far as Francis is concerned, I think it is worth telling you in more depth since you are interested. I did not tell Francis at the time about the Lalo affair, because had Francis known that Lalo was harassing, threatening, and blackmailing me, Francis would have gone to report the matter to the Chancellor, or perhaps filed a suit against Lalo. Keep in mind that Francis had, and has, an admiration, affection and respect for my husband out of the ordinary, who was his best friend. That best friend had left his wife and little girl in Francis' hands in his absence, and he took it as a responsibility very seriously. Had he made an appointment to talk to the Chancellor, or filed a complaint, which is what Francis would have undoubtedly done, it would have provoked an investigation and scandal, and the end or delay for years in my Thesis. There was however one thing that Francis found strange, and that was: how was it possible that I still had those huge boobs after I stopped breastfeeding my little daughter? I had to lie to him saying that sometimes they take a while to return to their "original" shape and size and that in the meantime he should enjoy them (Francis loved my "road cones" ). As soon as I started breastfeeding Lalo I told my husband about it over the phone and although he didn't like it at all, he had to accept it, because when he asked me to stop doing it I refused, so when he came home a couple of days at Christmas he was not surprised to see that I still had the "road cones" 😊.
I didn't have any postpartum depression, what happened was that were hectic times for me: I had just given birth, I had a doctoral grant with only one year left, the Thesis was about to be finished on time but I couldn't afford any delays, Lalo started first to harass me and then to slow down my Thesis, and threatened and blackmailed me, my husband is absent from home for a long period of time.... I had to make decisions on the fly, some of them poorly thought out. Anyway, I have absolutely no regrets about what I did then, and I still think that what I did was the best solution. Had I put myself in the role of a "demure" woman, which I have never been, and refused to give in to Lalo's wishes, I would have lost my job of four years, my thesis, and probably much more. That was not an option.
Oh! I forgot! my mother and mother-in-law were not surprised to see that I still had big boobs until the end of January, because I told them that I was breastfeeding my little daughter once a day every night... in short, as we say in Spain "una mentira piadosa" (a white lie): the truth was impossible to tell.
Years later, my husband and I told Francis a small part of the Lalo affair, and in a very softened version.
kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze Thanks for the detailed response. Your assessment of Francis' likely reaction doesn't surprise me.I feel protective of you myself when I read your narrative. It can be hard to mind your own business when someone you care about is being abused.
@kzoopair
Hi Bill,
Thank you for wanting to defend me, it shows that you are a true gentleman. But please keep in mind that after I submitted to Lalo "I didn't want to be defended", I liked being abused How complicated life is and how complex humans and human relationships are; nothing is black or white in them.
Kiss
Aura
You certainly are forthright in all your posts. There are never any rocks left unturned when I leave these pages. Although, I wonder how you managed to patch together the pieces of your life into the happy and balanced one it seems to be.
Lovely images. I like your NEW Profile pic. 💕👍
Hi Paul,
I am very glad that you are interested in my experiences and that you like the way I describe them. I have always been a frank person, it is difficult for me to lie, although I know how to keep a secret. At the point in life where I am I can afford to tell in this Blog such intimate things that my best friends, and even my husband didn't know... even I myself discover feelings and sensations that I didn't know I had. I have fun telling the facts, and I even get excited remembering and writing about some of the most erotic ones (I think you can see that when reading some paragraphs), but what interests me most is to analyze those facts in order to know myself better, and those who made them with me. Besides, exposing all this in a Blog is like undressing myself in public, and you know I like that... in fact I've already done it twice here with the webcam
The truth: I'm happy, I have a positive attitude and I love life. When bad things happen to me, like to everyone, I try to keep the good part of the bad things. I don't know how to hate or hold grudges for a long time, maybe that also contributes to happyness.
Kiss
Cada post sobre Lalo es más erótico que el anterior.
Excitante, muy excitante e insinuante.
Un aplauso!
N
Gracias guapo!
Un beso
Aura