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The web content describes a married sex addict's encounter with her first Latino lover, Rick, and their intimate rendezvous on his ranch, setting the stage for a continuing narrative.

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The article titled "Chronicles of a Married Sex Addict: Ricardo, the Latino Stallion (Book Two, Part Two)" recounts the protagonist's burgeoning relationship with Rick, a man she met the previous day. After a New Year's Eve party where she witnessed Rick with another couple, they plan to meet. The protagonist, juggling her time with her children and a strained marriage, is intrigued by Rick's forwardness and agrees to meet at his ranch. The narrative unfolds with a detailed description of the protagonist's visit to Rick's estate, their tour of the grounds, and their sexual encounter by a creek. Rick's lifestyle, his inheritance of the ranch, and his loneliness are revealed during their conversation. The article ends with the promise of their next meeting and a subtle request for reader support and engagement on the platform.

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The protagonist seems to have a complex marital situation, dealing with her husband's infidelity and her own sexual exploration.
The author conveys a sense of excitement and adventure as the protagonist explores her attraction to Rick.
There is a hint of satisfaction in the protagonist's observation of her husband's discomfort regarding his own extramarital affairs.
The protagonist appreciates Rick's directness and the absence of formalities in their communication.
The author describes the protagonist's enjoyment of physical intimacy with Rick, emphasizing mutual pleasure and consent.
Rick's character is portrayed as wealthy, inheriting a large property, and somewhat lonely, seeking companionship.
The protagonist's forwardness in their sexual encounter suggests a character comfortable with her sexuality and desires.
The author uses the narrative to engage readers, teasing the next part of the story and encouraging interaction through comments and likes.

Chronicles of a Married Sex Addict: Ricardo, the Latino Stallion (Book Two, Part Two)

My first and favorite Latino lover

Author’s note: This is book two, part two, in a series of articles. To start from the beginning, go to https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-sex-addict-the-beginning-7a8b72d29a86. Missed a story? Go to the chapter listing page: https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-married-sex-addict-chapter-listing-5cf51f0d2715**

The next morning, I woke up to a Facebook message from Rick. At this point, it’s still New Year’s Day 2013, and I met Rick less than 24 hours earlier. The message merely said, “Hi. I want to see you soon.” Rather forward, I guess, but considering I watched him and Paul fuck Gina about 12 hours ago, I’d say formalities were a thing of the past for us. I wrote back, “I’ll have some time Thursday during lunch or right after work before I go home if you want to meet up. The rest of this week is with my kids.” He agreed to Thursday after work, and I went to get my girls from Ben’s parents. It was Mom time, and I couldn’t bother with the rest of the world.

Ben was weirder than usual that day. I think he was trying to figure out if it was me at the bar or if it truly was someone else. I was also curious about how he smoothed over the situation with his side chick. That angry look on her face brought me satisfaction and then sadness. She really didn’t seem to know I existed and didn’t realize she was a side chick. Ben’s a dickhead all the way around for that one. I kept watching him watch his phone, trying to glean some expression from him. Considering he kept checking his cell but did not have messages to answer, it seemed as if they were on the outs.

Fast forward to Thursday, right after work. Rick asked me to meet him at his home. I drove to an area right outside of town that I wasn’t familiar with and came across a large metal gate with a buzzer. This was before GPS and Google Maps were a thing, so I had to keep double-checking his directions to ensure this was the right place. It was, so I buzzed the attendant. A woman’s voice answered the buzzer.

Woman: “Hello. Who is calling?”

Me: {Gave my information, cautiously}

Woman: “One moment, please.”

After a minute or so goes by…

Woman: “Please drive forward to the garage on the right.”

What kind of place is this? I cautiously drove and quickly realized I was on a large ranch with an older Victorian house that was very well-maintained. I made it to a crossroad and followed the right path as directed. As I approached the garage, it opened, and Rick was standing there, motioning to pull the car in. I parked, and he helped me out of the car. He greeted me with a hug, and he smelled like an amber musk cologne, my favorite.

Rick: “Want a tour?”

Me: “Absolutely. I might be an IT person by day, but I’m an outdoorsy person by night.”

We toured the grounds on a golf cart, met a couple of the horses, and ended up at a creek. There was a secluded area with a bench under some willow trees on the bank.

Rick: “Want to hang out over here for a while?”

Me: “Sure.”

He grabbed the blanket he had over us in the golf cart and wrapped it around us as we sat on the bench.

Me: “The land is gorgeous. I’m sure the house is gorgeous too. You live here all by yourself, or do you have a wife?”

Rick: “I’m alone with some crew that keeps the place going. On the far east side, there’s a bed and breakfast too that people run for me. I inherited this from my uncle and don’t really know what to do here. Other people do everything, and I just enjoy it. I’m divorced, and my daughter visits on weekends, so that’s my company. I get lonely, though, so I like visitors. Especially pretty ones like you.”

I grinned and snuggled up next to him for warmth as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer. It was January, but the creek was still warm enough to flow. I could hear it trickling across the rocks and flowing over a waterfall that was downstream.

Rick: “Can I kiss you?”

Being the forward person I am, I leaned in and kissed him first. He stuck his hand up my shirt, which was a little jarring at first from the cold, and pushed my bra up to play with my tits. I love a good massage. He pulled the blanket up over our heads as I leaned back while he sucked on my nipples. I pulled his hard cock out and began stroking it with my cold hands as he gasped a bit from the shock but managed to stay hard. I got on my knees on the bench and started to warm his cock up with my mouth while he gently slapped my ass.

As he moaned more and more, he pushed my pants down my thighs and started finger fucking me. I could tell he was getting close, so I got up and sat down on his throbbing cock, backwards. He pulled me against him and rubbed my clit with one hand while he put his fingers from his other hand in my mouth. I could taste myself from the fingering. As I pushed him deeper and deeper inside me, I held my breath to enjoy the orgasmic release longer. Once I was done, he lifted me off him and stroked wildly for a couple of seconds to blow his load all over the blanket instead of on or inside me. I appreciated not having frozen semen all over me.

I quickly redressed to keep warm, and he did the same. Now that our blanket was all wet, that was our sign to return to reality. Before we got back into the golf cart, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

Rick: “When can I see you again?”

Me: “Whenever you want to. Just send me a message.”

Coyly, he pulled out his cell phone and messaged me: “Can I see you tomorrow?”

I pulled out my phone and responded, “Do I get to see the house?”

Rick chuckled and set up our next meeting for tomorrow at lunch time, with the promise of no frozen semen. Book two, part three coming soon….

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