May 2, 2024.
Hi my Friends, here I continue talking about Olaso, there is just left other Pic of the Day, the 144, talking about our relationship, then I will return to talk about Francis in the regular Posts.
The second letter of Olaso was even longer than the first one and arrived almost in response to mine. It was just less bland and boring than the first, and Olaso was full of praise and thanks for the four photos I had sent him in my reply to his first letter (the last four in the Pic of Day 142) and even dared to suggest that he would like to have one like the last photo of those four, but where I wasn't covering my breasts and you could see my pubis (until even the last time we were together in 2019 Olaso always referred to my tits as ‘breasts’ and my pussy as ‘pubis&rsquo, meaning an explicit nude photo of me, and he told me that he had already seen me naked, and in a very nice way he reminded me that if the photographer had evidently seen me naked taking those photos and others, why not him. He was right, why not?
Anyway, Olaso was in love with me, but I didn’t, and to disappoint him and make him stop loving me I had already told Olaso in my reply to his first letter that for almost a year I had been posing from time to time as a model for a professional photographer to make a few bucks and that we worked for a graphic publishing house, but I didn't dare to tell him that I also had sex with Chema from time to time, nor did I tell him about the two trashy porn shorts I had acted on, or about the erotic playing cards and other graphic material in which I had appeared... perhaps I should have done it so that Olaso would realise that I was a slut and be disillusioned, for he must have thought that I was only posing for distraction, as a hobby, and that the publishing house was paying me ‘for the love of art’, and that I wasn't having sex with the photographer and others?: poor innocent creature! Perhaps I should also have told him that I was the kept mistress of a mature man and the rest of the mischiefs I was doing daily?
But I didn't want to tell him about it, firstly because it was my private life and Olaso was not really someone too special to me, to me he was just a very handsome guy I sucked off once, and secondly because of the risk that he would have told his mom and she would have told mine, something I didn't want to happen at all.
The truth is, I don't know what Olaso thought the publisher agency was doing with my nude photos, I think he didn't want to think that many of them were published in decks of erotic cards, trashy erotic magazines, bookmarks and calendars with naked girls like those you find in car repair shops: I was one of those girls, and no doubt hundreds of men had masturbated looking at my photos... anyway, as I say: it's his problem.
,[[ Image 1. Original photo of me by Francis and a card from an erotic deck published by the graphic publishing company for which I worked as a model when I was 22 years old, and through which I later got in touch with Francis, and to which he sent photos of me (like the one above) for decks of erotic cards, calendars, bookmarks, etc., for several years in order to make some easy money to rent his own artist studio and launch his career as a draftsman and painter, which he achieved thanks to my help. Just as when I worked for that publishing company with Chema the photographer when I was 22 years old, Chema and I split the profits 50/50, all legally and paying taxes; however, in Francis' case, he collected the full amount. I never wanted to charge anything for working as a model for Francis, and it was thousands of hours over twenty years. Francis was my lover and my friend, and I didn't need the money, but he did. However, since I legally transferred my image rights to Francis, I had to have a legal contract with him, but it stipulated that I did not receive any compensation, and therefore I did not pay taxes on my work as a model for Francis. This is more complicated to do in reality than it seems, so all the legal stuff: contract and tax matters, both mine and Francis', have always been handled by José Manuel, the lawyer I was his mistress when I was 22 years old. But I will talk about these matters in detail in the regular posts I am writing about my relationship with Francis. By the way, the first photo above appears in another post from the early ones I wrote, but I don't think it got the attention it deserves because to me, it seems like a good photo. Also, as a curious fact, that yellow blouse is the one I was wearing when I met Bill in Madrid, the American photographer with whom I had a torrid affair for five days, posing for professional porn, with him being the photographer himself and the model acting as my sexual partner, see Posts 3 and 4 of this Blog. ]]
Notice a curious detail: Olaso asked me to send him some photos of myself, and obviously if they were nude, even better. But he never asked me to send him any of the erotic playing cards, or bookmarks, or calendars where I appeared nude. I believe he was burying his head in the sand like an ostrich because he didn't want to acknowledge the obvious: that the girl he was in love with, "me," was a slut. Furthermore, perhaps if he had shown those photos of mine, published and accessible to his two friends, they would have thought that Olaso had invented a relationship with a porn actress whom he had never met in person, or that his girlfriend was a porn actress, one of the two options; the second one was closer to reality, though I wasn't his girlfriend.
Remember that Olaso left for the USA in July, and this was at the end of August, and the blowjob in the laboratory was only three months before. So I was still working as Chema's model for the graphic editorial house, and I continued to be José Manuel's official mistress and visiting other men on his behalf; that is to say, this was about four months before I was introduced to Dan, my future husband, on December 12 of that year (I will never forget that date). Dan and I started dating in February, we got engaged in March, and we got married on May 26.
I didn't talk to Olaso about my relationship with Dan until my response to his letter upon finding out from his mom that I had gotten married; Olaso was truly surprised and disappointed, very sad, as he thought that he and I were something like pen pals and I will become his girlfriend at his return from the USA, especially because I had sent him some erotic photos and a few nude ones. But I never implied in my letters that I loved him, only that I liked or desired him, meaning that I just felt a physical attraction for him, the same attraction as to any other handsome and fit guy. So, the misunderstanding was his fault because, as I have repeated several times, I can distinguish between love and sex, but he couldn't.
The months went by, and he kept writing me fortnightly without failing even once, and I kept delaying my replies and often I answered two letters from him at the same time, but I admit that whenever he asked me for more and more erotic pictures, I sent them to him. Why I did that? well, because I'm an exhibitionist and I got horny posing and sending him those photos, and because I had always thought about fucking him when he came back from the USA, regardless I was married to Dan or not.
But I don't want to bore you anymore with the topic of exchanging letters and photos with Olaso by airmail; I simply want to tell you that in my long and very kind and understanding response to his pained letter upon learning that I had gotten married, I clearly told him that this did not prevent us from having sex occasionally upon his return, as that freedom of mine was part of the agreement with my husband.
I also told Olaso that Dan knew about the blowjob in the laboratory and that I had thought about meeting him again when he returned from the USA (I didn't explicitly mention the possibility of having sex in that meeting, but it was perfectly understood in the context), and my husband had encouraged me to do so. But I will never know if Olaso fully understood and assimilated it all, because he would never have allowed me, let alone encouraged me, to have sex with others, and that is the main of the several reasons why I would never have married him, nor anyone like him, that is to say the vast majority of men; Dan is one in a million, and I have been very lucky to meet him.
And I'll tell you what happened on the day of my meeting with Olaso at the boring café we had gone to several times together the previous year. Although, to be honest, it has a counter with an incredible variety of 'tapas', all very good. It's not really that the place is boring per se; it's a 'normal' place and very frequented by families. What was boring was going there with the Olaso, handsome but nerdy, from before returning from the USA. But, as you know, I used Olaso as an alibi to go meet my lover José Manuel without my mother being suspicious.
The three days prior to my encounter with Olaso I kept ‘sexual abstinence’, which was not easy at all since I was practically a newlywed with two husbands from a sexual point of view: Dan and Francis, and just as with my ‘legal husband’ and love of my life, Dan, I had sex three or four days a week, however, with Francis it was daily and often twice, and up to three times if it was the weekend.
The reason for this abstinence before an extraordinary erotic encounter I have explained in other Posts; to be especially desirous and in need of sex, in order to make a good impression to the guy, in this case Olaso. When I was 23 years old I was a hypersexual young girl who needed good sex daily, and more than once a day was the norm, and when I say needed I mean a desire very difficult to restrain (my husband knew that and that's why he thought that Francis ‘helped’ him to keep me satisfied, because due to his work demands he couldn't give me everything I needed).
, ,[[ Image 2. Two more photos good girl style, or 'someone's girlfriend,' that I sent to Olaso in one of my response letters when I was not yet married. What happens is that, without me having given him reasons for it, Olaso thought I was his girlfriend, but meanwhile, for example, I was fucking with the photographer just for fun, Chema, who took these photos specifically to send them to Olaso. By the way, doing a blowjob to someone is not a reason to think that the girl loves you: of the almost eighty men I have sucked the cock, I have only loved two, and none of them was Olaso.The third one is a studio photo that Chema shot of me wearing the blue nightgown that Olaso gave me, I already sent that one to him. ]]
My husband knew that I was going to propose to Olaso to have sex, specifically I had a strong desire to fuck him, and if possible, more than once, and that's why Dan understood that I didn't want to have sex with him the days before, but the problem was Francis, who because he was so jealous I didn't tell him about Olaso. The excuse I came up with to tell Francis, well... the lie, was that I had a vaginal irritation from so much sex with Dan and him. Francis believed me, even though he had also become addicted to having daily sex with me, and seeing him so sad, I gave him blowjobs during those previous days; Francis was my friend and my lover, and I wasn't going to keep him ‘on a diet’ because of my whim to fuck Olaso. My husband didn't want to do anything with me, as he was also ‘accumulating’ sexual desire, since we had agreed that when I got home I would tell him ‘in detail’ what Olaso and I had done on our date, so that we would both get horny and have a night of sex to the max, reproducing with Dan the things I did with Olaso.
That same thing Dan and I had done that summer as I told him what I did with each of my two club flings with strangers, and I also replayed with him the two ‘extreme edge-play’ sessions I had with Paco. Also, after Francis and I started having sex alone, I replayed with Dan some of the somewhat ‘peculiar and kinky’ things Francis liked to do to me in private, that is, when we weren't in a threesome with my husband.
Look at how deliciously perverted my husband and I were, he asked me to bring him proof that Olaso had given me at least one bareback fuck (there were two), so after fucking me twice in the car, I didn't even clean myself up a bit with a Kleenex, but I went home with all of Olaso's cum, much of which had oozed out of my pussy and dried on my pubic hair and thighs, and impregnated with the delicious, soft scent of Olaso. When I took off my dress when I got home and showed Dan on my pussy and legs the semi-dry curds and dribbles of Olaso's cum, we got very horny, and without leaving me time to clean myself, Dan fucked me on top of both of Olaso's, we both came, so if by an accident, highly improbable, though theoretically possible, I had become pregnant I would not have been able to tell which of the two was the father; moreover the next day I also fucked bareback twice with Francis. Of course, I had arranged my meeting with Olaso on a day in the cusp of the non-fertile part of the month, but there is no such thing as 100% safety.
Every time I have met Olaso we have fucked bareback, because he can't stand condoms, so until I stopped being a fertile woman, I used to meet him during my non-fertile days, although due to his and my agenda and my irrepressible desire to have bareback sex with him, plus a dinner with plenty of wine and a whole bottle of champagne, one of the times we met at his home in Madrid when I was 28 years old, I took the risk and we fucked repeatedly during two days having crossed the theoretical limit of my non fertile days. I didn't get pregnant by Olaso, but if it had happened, I would have had the child; not only by Olaso but by any other guy of the many I fucked with, because for me and my husband abortion has never been an option, I don't do that, it's my choice, period. A couple of months after that, my husband and I decided to have a child and this time I did get pregnant and nine months later I gave birth to my daughter, and three years later I had my son also in a programmed or premeditated way, so to speak.
Throughout my life, I've asked three men to impregnate me. The first was José Manuel when I was his mistress at 22 and I thought I was going to remain single forever because no man would want to marry me under the condition that I could have sex with other men. However, even if I didn't marry, I wanted to be a mother at least once. He agreed, and we tried for a couple of weeks, but then he changed his mind to avoid ruining my life (I've talked about this in other posts). The second was my husband, Dan, with whom I've had two children, a daughter at 29 and a son at 32. We tried for a third when I was 38, but we both decided it was only fair for that third child to be Francis's, as we had been in a ménage à trois relationship with him for over fifteen years. I was his friend, model, and lover, and the only woman in his life, and Francis had already crossed the 40s threshold. Realizing how quickly life passes, he confessed that he had been and was very happy being lovers with me, but under other circumstances, he would have liked to have a child with me, although he never considered it seriously since I was his best friend's wife.
[[ Image 3. A photo taken by Francis around October when I was 23 for his 'pose bank,' which served as ideas for drawings and paintings that he immediately started selling in galleries with some growing success, although in the early months of his career as a professional artist, he financially survived thanks to what the graphic editorial, which I introduced him to, paid him for my nude photos, as in the case of Image 1. Olaso returned to Spain about a month after Francis took this, so you get a good idea of what I was like the night I had sex with Olaso in the car. ]]
However, I told him that I wanted to give him that child and that I had Dan’s approval. Francis was moved but said that he wanted to hear it from Dan in person, not because he thought I was lying but because it was such an important matter. So we did, and it was the most human and romantic conversation I have ever participated in: an ode to life and friendship; a married man in the prime of his reproductive capacity, Dan, asking his best friend, Francis, to impregnate his wife, me, and that the child I would have would grow up as one of Dan's and mine, although Francis would always have a special position regarding that future child, and he would decide if, when he grew up, he wanted to tell him who was his biological father or not.
The three of us were naked in our bedroom chatting after dinner at the beginning of a Friday night threesome gathering; we had put on music by Bob Dylan, Cat Stevens, and George Moustaki. I had danced with each of them, and we had started kissing and groping each other.
After a brief silence, Francis accepted very moved, and we decided that it was best for me to move in with Francis until I became pregnant. The three of us hugged, Dan kissed me, then he took Francis by the shoulders and said, "My friend, now she is yours, as much your woman as she is mine. Take care of her, make love to her, impregnate her, and I will love that child of yours as much as if it were mine." Dan got dressed and went out alone for a drink at our usual pub, leaving Francis and me alone. Francis and I had fucked hundreds of times, but that was the first time we made love, in my marital bed; we both climaxed while "Blowing in the Wind" played on the radio-cassette.
That night, when Dan came back home, I was already gone; I didn't return until more than three months later, when I found out I couldn't get pregnant. Even today, when I hear that song, tears come to my eyes, not of pain or sorrow, but of emotion.
This has undoubtedly been the most extraordinary experience of my life, and the day I have felt the most "alive." Such an extraordinary and wonderful moment as the one we three shared makes life worth living, gives meaning to a life, to three lives in this case, and could have been four if I had become pregnant.
It couldn't be, as a temporary thyroid disorder prevented me from getting pregnant; a year later, that problem was already fixed. However, with periodic monitoring and medical advice, and I was advised not to get pregnant for at least the next two or three years until it was definitively resolved. This was like a cold shower for Francis and me. When I was given a clean bill of health, the circumstances had changed; shortly after, Francis left me as a lover, although there was never any anger or reproach, and we still remain very good friends.
Francis and I even had decided on the name for our child: if it had been a boy, he would have been named “Javier”, and if a girl, “Carmen”. I apologize for not telling you the reasons for choosing those names, but for example, many people say it brings bad luck to choose a child's name before they are born, and what happened to me seems to prove them right. Javier or Carmen would be 23 years old now, and although they don't exist in this universe, they do in many others, and having that certainty is a comfort to me.
My husband and Francis remain close friends, best friends, and the three of us still get together occasionally, but without sex; we have never spoken again about that wonderful time, as that failure hurt Francis deeply, who never had the child he so desired. That's life, "C'est la vie", you know the saying: "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans," attributed to John Lennon although it's not originally his. The concept of "ménage à trois" is as old as humanity, and it's more common for two men to share a woman than the reverse, but the French gave it a name and formalized it as a relationship that is not sickly but natural and good, and I agree.
Returning to the topic of the men I have asked to impregnate me, they have only been the three mentioned before: José Manuel, Dan, and Francis. However, there have been three more to whom, although I have not explicitly asked, I have felt that desire internally at some point, albeit briefly in all three cases, and they are in chronological order: Olaso, Lalo, and Dean. Perhaps Dean's inclusion doesn't surprise you, as you know I was in love with him; Lalo's might have been more surprising considering the murky relationship we had, but if you analyze it a bit, it's normal given my state of absolute mental submission to him and the complexity of our relationship, which included a part of adult erotic lactation.
But surely Olaso's inclusion has surprised you; although it shouldn't, as I have already told you that Olaso is the most handsome - beautiful - man with whom I have had a more or less enduring sexual relationship, and male beauty is not a subjective concept but a mechanism that The Laws of Evolution has selected so that females want to mate with attractive males; it's a fact. Years later I had sex with another guy, an “Adonis” who was even more attractive than Olaso, but it was a one-night affair, a fling, while with Olaso I had sex "quite a few times" over many years.
Perhaps you may think I'm disclosing overly personal, intimate information, but I believe I'm not mistaken in saying that few people will read it, and even fewer will understand; you, dear reader, are special and an exception, and that's why I'm happy to share those important experiences of my life with you. Furthermore, despite its importance, I have decided to narrate these events in the midst of a long post so that only the most loyal and interested readers among you will come to know them; you know how it goes: "The best way to hide a diamond is among a kilo of broken glass." So, let's continue with those shards.
As newlyweds we lived in a simple rented apartment in a working-class suburb, about a half-hour drive from the city center, where Olaso's parents' apartment was located, as well as my parents', where I lived when I was single, and the boring café I frequented several times with Olaso in the previous years also was nearby.
So, I put on the sky-blue underwear that Olaso had given me the year before, garter belt and stockings included, a loose light blue dress that was very easy to take off 😉 (I bought it for this occasion a few days before), and a light beige coat as it was November. I chose a pair of relatively high-heeled black shoes to match Olaso's height, who at just over 1.80 meters tall (about 6 feet) towers over me, as I measure 1.70 meters (5 feet and 7 inches).
To be continued immediately, this Pic of the Day is too long and the system in Blogland would cut it.
Kiss
Aura
49 comments
The most erotic image one could imagine! Lovely!
Hola Miguel!
¿De verdad lo piensas? Muchísimas gracias por tan bonito piropo.
Me encanta escribir en mi idioma, !en español!
Un beso
Aura
Y por cierto: bienvenido al Blog!
Aura
I think I'm understanding About olaso's letters u are explaining in the long post..letters will improved becoming little experience Despite it's boring but with time it's becoming normal... especially u are trying to make signs to him you are slut at the same time you're married and he knows it ... he's shocking but ok... it's so good (sexual abstinence) it's more more experience comes from professional woman i love this woow 😲...yes the jealous Francis we're talking about it..hard situation..so fun with Dan he's getting more kinks sessions and paco in this time it's like lol 😂🤣 busy summer season... yeeeees it's so delicious 🤤 what's happening in the car with olaso very naughty accident to fucking twice in this day but yes with pregnancy you're right ..it was very fun details about manage a trois with Francis... it's truly important medical advice in this time... And unfortunately it's finishing wonderful sexual times with Francis in this twenty years..yes it's wonderful manage a trois i agree for fun and the natural of giving happiness to the people but not natural things in this life like a child..etc it's going on it .. conditions should be happened..yes olaso maybe surprising me I don't know why Are you feeling this internally desire of pregnancy with him...Dean and Lalo I understand ... Let's be ready for the date with olaso in café.. wonderful pics.. especially 🃏..chema is perfect
Hi Alfedo,
Olaso's first letters were boring, then they became more juicy till he knew I have married. Then he was sad, but when he saw that I was seriously saying that my husband allows me to have my own affairs Olaso started to write rather hot letters to me, though never too explicit.
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze u mean he's now about the agreement with Dan when he's still there in 🇺🇸
@Alfedofernanz200
Yes, I suggested him in a letter that though I was married I could have my own affairs
@Mibelayze but he's still long or maybe motivating to this in a long time
@Alfedofernanz200
Honestly: I tempted him in my last letters....
@Mibelayze mmmmm 😋😋 it was good to the next time I love this
👍
Aura
Love it ! Fur is so hot
Aura
Wao!!! Beautiful people shouldn’t age
Such a nice compliment!
Kiss
Love the bush
Aura
I am out of my mind - you are so NATURALly beautiful! what an absolute turn on!
I am so flattered by your compliments!
Kiss
Aura
What a perfect shape
Thank you
Kiss
Aura
OMG perfect breast and a fully forested valley mmmm
so, mountains and a forested valley!
Good one!
Kiss
Aura
I'm looking at what she is looking......gorgeous
Aura
You would be the queen of hearts and alot of men.
Such a nice compliment!
Kiss
Aura
You are (may I say lucky?) to have found a husband — flexible and open-minded enough — to have accepted you for who you are. 🤗💕
Hi Paul,
I completely agree with you. If it hadn't been for the highly improbable 'coincidence' of meeting him and falling in love, and him accepting me just as I am, I would have remained single, which doesn't concern me too much per-se, but I wouldn't have had such a wonderful family as the one he and I have built together. I am truly fortunate, and happy.
Love hearing about your interesting life and thoroughly enjoy the photos that you share my sexy friend
I'm glad you enjoy reading about my adventures. Certainly, my life has not been nor is it boring, that's for sure, but I wish it were more 'interesting,' the things I've done leave me wanting more, craving something more intense...
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze it's never a bad thing to want more.
Osea, que nunca quisiste tener un hijo con Néstor... hmmm
Bueno, estábamos a "otra cosa" creo recordar....
Además hubiera salido igual de golfo que su padre
You rock hugs licks
Aura
Gracias Aura por haber querido lo que quisiste conmigo, y por contarlo de una forma tan dulce.
Muchos besos de tu viejo amigo, tan viejo pero más amigo
Viejos son los trastos, no tú, mi semental navarro....
Besos
Aura
@Mibelayze
Gracias, y yu eres mi yegua siempre en celo y deseando aparearse.
@SurNavar
Y quise darte un potrillo, pero en fin... Qué tiempos!
@Mibelayze
Gracias Aura. Por todo.
Stunning …xx
Aura
Wonderful post Aura! So moved by the last bit. G xxxx
Thank you G!, I will upload the continuation later.
Kiss
Aura