I found out my new girlfriend Evelyn wasn’t the kind of mood. She didn’t get mad easily. I was a little surprised a day by a small but sudden change of his mood. We were at the mall, and she asked me to come with her in one of the boutiques of those chic women where she would leave a dress to be altered she had bought there before. She left me waiting for the cash register while she returned to the dressing room to drop the dress. When she left she was in her usual pleasant and cheerful mood, but then when she came back she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t. He only said that the tailor was there, and that he would alter the dress, but before he needed to measure it. She told me she was coming back and then she went back to the dressing room. It’s weird, but when I saw her go, I thought about her body.

I thought he didn’t match his personality in my mind. She was what is called a “nice” girl, sweet-tempered and modest, not given to seeming or vulgar behavior. She didn’t wear low-cut clothes, wild earrings or a lot of mascara. She wasn’t a virgin when we met, and we had sexual intercourse quite regularly, so she wasn’t a plum, if you know what I mean. But he didn’t wear a bikini on the beach or show his body a lot, and I never heard of anything sexual in public. But under his plain, beautiful, Ann Taylor clothes Evelyn had what can be described only as a rather luscious body with full and heavy breasts, which always surprised me a little with their weight when I grabbed them, Big Rosy nipples, a full red mouth. Generous hips, which spring from a life in fiberglass and a perfectly proportioned ass with a deep and perfectly sculpted slit that divides the round cheeks.

Anyway, I was wondering about Evelyn’s mood change, and I was wondering if the tailor had given her a difficult time or something of the dress. Vaguely thinking of giving her some kind of moral support if she had a discussion with him, I moved away to the back of the store. As I arrived there I saw that there was a door that led to a series of small alcoves with the usual half white painted doors to try new clothes. Evelyn must have come here. I went in, a little nervous and a little bit to the tip of my feet, hoping I didn’t meet a woman dressed and scream.

I didn’t hear Evelyn’s voice. I saw that the corridor continued to the left and then turned right. I thought the tailor’s store was back. Evelyn was here? I walked around the corner. There was a store, and there were tables and pieces of clothing everywhere. The place was a mess. But I haven’t heard anyone yet. I started going through the toilet. Then I thought I heard a sound like someone who breathes heavily, and I heard a low Mormon, like someone who speaks softly. It was a man’s voice, he lowered, asked for something, exhorted something. Very suddenly and perfectly clearly I heard Evelyn’s voice. He said, “Well, but quickly,” and he said it in a normal tone, not whispering or nothing. His voice came from my right, around a huge table full of clothes, over which I couldn’t see. I peed over the table and froze. I didn’t understand what I saw for a moment. What I saw was a young man with dark hair and an elegant white shirt. Must be the tailor, I thought. He didn’t have pants. His legs were spread slightly. Kneeling gracefully in front of him in his pretty, modest striped gray dress was Evelyn, his heavy black hair moving gently while she picked up the big dick of the rigid man and wet from his open mouth. Evelyn rose suddenly. As he turned toward me, you will beg me behind the table, my heart beat fast. In some clothes I could still see her, but she couldn’t see me. He took her hand in her mouth and took a trace of saliva from her chin. He had a little lipstick today, but now it was all drooling. Evelyn walked away from me, raised her dress and pulled her panties off her ankles. She’s here and she’s taken them out.

Then he laid them carefully next to her on the long wooden counter. She turned around and raised the dress, over the bare ass, and bent over the counter. Reaching again with his beautiful right hand, on which our engagement ring shone, she gently spreads the lower cheeks apart. I could see the subtle and delicate folds of her vagina, surrounded by her sad and dark pubic hairs. When I looked at the tailor, he moved his hand up and down his dick, spreading some fat stuff. I noticed he had a big dick, and he was dense and rigid as he ran his fingers slightly over the gland. Standing behind Evelyn the tailor put a hand on the naked back. > From where I was able to see it perfectly. He drove his dick to the bottom of Evelyn, and placed his head between his ass cheeks, pressing directly on the brown circle of his anus. And then slowly, but without any hesitation, this man pushed his hard dick to my girlfriend’s ass. He never left me anal even though I tried several times.

Evelyn didn’t make any noise at first. He just bit her lip. The grunt tailor when he entered her, and sospired deeply when his dick was finally on all the way inside her, with her hairy hips leaning firmly against the smooth white buttocks of Evelyn. He began to stroke his dick slowly inside and out, back and forth in the bottom of Evelyn. He put his hands on his hips to stabilize, and began to accelerate, pushing more and more urgently into his asshole. I couldn’t help but imagine his swelling of the cock as he penetrated it again and again, becoming harder and longer as he became more excited, so that every push of his cock probed deeper and deeper into Evelyn’s complete rectum. Evelyn began to moan stronger, in time to his motion, a great “OH! OH God!” coming from her on top of every stroke, just when the man’s dick filled it more completely. Suddenly the tailor grabbed Evelyn’s hips hard and began to push urgently, with force. He took the biggest, longer shots, and sometimes I could see the smooth head of his dick emerge completely from Evelyn’s anus before returning to her. She started growing and snoring strong, and I could see she was for cum. I began to shake a little, with what emotion I don’t know, as I imagined his dense white sperm bleed in Evelyn’s ass, and I thought about how he would feel his throb dick and swell in the narrow ring of his buttocks. “Ohh!” cried suddenly. He stopped pushing. Passing her hands from Evelyn’s hips to her thighs, she pulled her to him hard, urgently trying to push her dick into my girlfriend’s ass as she could. For a moment he remained there, keeping his body trapped and penetrated tightly. He started screaming loudly with him, put his hand on her mouth. I could see her sucking her fingers in her mouth like a dick.

Then he complained and his muscles were agitated, and he released it. As she crashed back I saw her softened penis slide and quickly slipped from Evelyn’s anus and jumped out. A small thread of white cum landed from the tip and landed on Evelyn’s white meat, resting in the cheeks of his beautiful smooth ass. She never touched her breasts. Well, it was hard to know exactly what to do, and my mind was still in a maze. My thoughts were running, groaning together, memories of Evelyn’s caste kiss after our first date, and the shy way that later left me caressing his nipples under his sweater, mixing together with what I had just seen, Evelyn spreading his generous buttocks aside so that a strange man could push his cock more easily into his ass. I came back behind the table where they didn’t see me. I heard voices and movements, and I realized that if I stayed where I was definitely discovered. I needed more time to think, so I walked quickly and quietly out of that back room, past the alcoves to dress up, and again in the main store. The noisy shopping environment of the store as they emerged surreal to me, women passing abruptly in the aisles, high heels clicking on the polished floor while swung their shopping bags, or pursing their lips and frowning as fingers scheptically blouse and scarves on the display stand. The absence of sex of all the shopping hustle and bustle of the mall contrasted so strongly with where I had just been, looking at a woman being fucked up by the ass, which I felt only dizziness.

What would I have told Evelyn? Only a few minutes have passed since she returned, and she would be out very soon. Actually, she came out as I thought. He seemed normal, walking brilliantly towards me and smiling gently in his usual way. Her dress broke naturally, and her red lipstick is no longer spread, but I thought I could see her black hair was a little bit musky. And, of course, I thought about that tiny sperm pearl I’d seen lying in the crack between his buttocks. Did you know he was there? If he wiped it out before he put his panties back? Evelyn and I left the store. He told me that the tailor had agreed to change the dress and that he would come back to pick it up in three days. We went out to the main shopping center and to the music shop that had been our destination when we arrived. We spent a family restaurant with a large window of glass in front. There were a couple of kids eating in and watching Evelyn and I was walking. They seemed a little jealous of Evelyn, and at first I felt a little proud, as I always do, to think of this beautiful woman by my side – I could see Evelyn’s reflection in the restaurant window, and she looked very sharp – pretty dark hair, sweet smile, well shaped and large legs, standing breasts high under her dress. But then I thought: this woman standing next to me, her hand in mine has a sperm ass full of another man right now. Thought made me sick and wanted to sit down. I asked Evelyn for lunch. He said yes, and we went. We sat down and a waitress brought us some menus. I was watching mine when Evelyn suddenly said he was wondering if they had a bathroom here. I said they probably did, and then she said she’d go to “save a little.” I sat down and reflected on my fate. My girlfriend had just taken one of the biggest dicks I had ever seen on her ass and left a strange man cum inside her and she was acting perfectly normal. Who was this woman?