My heart was pounding, my legs felt like cotton wool, and I couldn’t think of anything to say except a barely audible Yes. My husband is in the room behind the curtains, and I’m just a few meters away from him, being touched by a strange adult man. Along with the excitement, a pleasant languor appeared between her thighs.
Morning. My head is a little noisy after yesterday. I was standing at the stove and cooking breakfast for three. My husband’s boss stayed with us for the night, because in the opinion of my husband Oleg, it was rude and not useful for his career to expose him at night. I wondered if he would have changed his mind if he had known that this same Sergey Vladimirovich, his boss, had paid me more attention than decency allowed several times during the evening. The rest of the guests didn’t seem to notice anything, but I perfectly remembered his hands on my buttocks while dancing, and on my waist during a smoke break on the balcony.
I can’t say that it was unpleasant for me. I, like everyone else, was pleasantly drunk, and hormones made any man more attractive. Not to mention Sergey Vladimirovich, who is of average height, a strong handsome man in his forties. I even felt flattered by his attention. My husband and I are 22 and 25 years old respectively. Olezhka is gaunt and lanky, a little fussy, which is further enhanced in the presence of the authorities, whom we invited to Oleg’s anniversary. Perhaps it is the contrast with Sergey Vladimirovich (funny, even in my thoughts I call him by his patronymic). It had such an exciting effect on me.
At some point last night, when we were smoking on the balcony, we were left alone with him: Oleg went out first to bring drinks, followed by Sveta, my friend, and Anton, my husband’s colleague. The conversation broke off, and I silently looked at the night city from the seventh floor of our balcony. Sergei Vladimirovich, crushing a cigarette butt in an ashtray, came behind me. I continued to look ahead, feeling his warmth and the strength and confidence radiating from him. His hand went to my waist, and his other hand squeezed my shoulder, pushing off the strap of my light dress.
โ Olya, have you lived here with Oleg for a long time? “What is it?” he asked in a flat voice, as if nothing had happened.
My heart was pounding, my legs felt like cotton wool, and I couldn’t think of anything to say except a barely audible “Yes.” My husband is in the room behind the curtains, and I’m just a few meters away from him, being touched by a strange adult man. Along with the excitement, a pleasant languor appeared between her thighs.
“It’s not a bad neighborhood here,” Sergey Vladimirovich continued calmly, while his hand lightly squeezed my breasts, now covered only by a thin lace bra. My other hand slid from my waist to my hip, to the edge of my dress, and moved up again, pulling it up, exposing my slender legs without stockings.
I realized that something must be done urgently.
“Sergey Vladimirovich, Oleg will be back now,” I breathed, not having the strength to push him away or move away myself. Belatedly, I realized that my words did not sound like a categorical protest, but rather as a hint that he should have made such an attempt not here and not now.
In response, he hugged me tightly for a short moment. I felt his stiffened dignity with my ass, which almost made my legs give out and my breath catch. But the very next moment, he abruptly pulled away and silently went into the room.
I stood there, trying to come to my senses and put my thoughts in order. God, at one point it seemed to me that if he showed more persistence, I would cheat on my husband for the first time right here on the balcony, a few meters away from him. On the whole, I was glad that the head of my College had left me behind so quickly, although somewhere in the depths there was a desire to feel his hands on my body again.
When I came to my senses, I returned to the room, and then I discovered that Sergey Vladimirovich was not going to give up his plans to seduce me so easily. He took my friend’s place and looking around the table, I realized that I could only sit next to him โ Svetka had already chatted with Anton between him and her husband in my former place. Feeling myself blushing again, I sank into a chair.
Oleg didn’t notice anything. He was more interested in making sure that everyone had filled glasses and no one was bored. I don’t know about the other guests, but Sergey Vladimirovich obviously wasn’t bored. After another toast, he reached under the table and placed his hand on my hip. Feeling the silk of my short dress glide over my skin, I started getting aroused again. My head was in a complete mess. I was afraid that if I started protesting somehow, it could all turn into a huge scandal with unclear consequences. Or maybe I was just trying to find excuses for my inaction. Sergei Vladimirovich clearly didn’t care about my inner struggle, and he slowly explored my thighs under my dress, occasionally exchanging jokes with his neighbors at the table. I could only lean forward to hide his manipulations as much as possible. Meanwhile, his fingers finally reached
my mound, covered with a thin lace of panties. I sat with my legs tightly clenched, my heart pounding, realizing that I was starting to get wet. Sergei leaned over to me, and for a moment it seemed to me that he wanted to kiss me right there, in front of my husband. But his lips moved closer to my ear and I heard a quiet command that sent goosebumps all over my body.:
โ Spread your legs.
Startled, I looked at my husband, as if seeking help. Oleg was telling some long and confusing joke at the other end of the table. There was nowhere to look for help. As if under hypnosis, I spread my thighs, immediately feeling his fingers slip under my panties. I barely had time to stop myself from yelping. It was just a gasp.
His finger moved up and down the slit, and going lower, entered me. I bit my lip, trying not to show my condition, realizing that I was getting wetter and wetter. My husband’s boss, a meter and a half away from him, has me with his finger, while my husband is chatting merrily and does not suspect anything. At this thought, all my arousal tightened into a tight knot and I realized that I was coming. Covering my face with a napkin, I experienced convulsions of pleasure, trying to restrain my moans.
Sensing my condition, Sergey Vladimirovich slowly removed his finger from me. I knew he was looking at me, but I just didn’t have the strength to look into his eyes. I quickly finished the wine from my glass and got up and went to the balcony to refresh myself and recover a little. The light evening breeze stirred my curls, and I tried to sort myself out and make sense of what was happening. What just arrived? Treason? I don’t think so. But you certainly couldn’t call my behavior a model of decency. The thought of what a bad girl I am warmed up between my thighs again. After all, I’ve been right all my life, my husband was the first and all that. I remember he was very surprised and pleased, because he was sure that such an attractive girl had already had several men. And now, a complete stranger, whom I saw for the first time a few hours ago, almost fucked me in front of my husband. Did I like it? My body told me the answer. I was getting aroused again, feeling my nipples harden. I was curious how far I could go with my husband’s boss if circumstances allowed it. At that moment, I didn’t even know that I would soon get an answer to my question.
My fears that Sergei Vladimirovich would follow me out onto the balcony were not justified, and I returned to my room after recovering safely. The guests began to disperse. After seeing off the last couple, the three of us stayed: me, my husband and his boss. SV was clearly in no hurry to leave. Olezhek, realizing that the guest needed something to do, took out a good single malt Irish whiskey from his untouchable stocks and invited him to continue the event, although he was already visibly shaken. My feeble attempts to reason with the men were unsuccessful, and my husband, having seated the guest and me in armchairs, muttered something about a lemon and stomped into the kitchen. I was sitting almost opposite S. V. and I could just physically feel his gaze on my legs. It was exciting. The thought of teasing him a little flashed through my drunken head, and I spread my legs a little. But the shame immediately overcame me, and I blushed and tried to make it look like an accident.
Quite unexpectedly, S. V. got up from his chair, crossed the space separating us in two steps, and, bending down, kissed me on the lips. I felt dizzy. As if in a dream, I heard my husband slamming the refrigerator door in the kitchen. Despite everything, I wanted to prolong this moment, and I responded to the kiss by lightly touching his lips with my tongue. Immediately, his tongue invaded me, frantically caressing and arousing. A familiar wave of excitement passed through his body.
He pulled away from me just as abruptly and sat down in a chair just as Oleg returned with a bottle, glasses and lemon on a tray.
After the second toast, Oleg began to “stick.” I saw that S. V. was getting him drunk on purpose, but there was nothing I could do. Maybe if he was our age, I would feel more free and stop all this. But his calm authority and the confidence of a man accustomed to submission had an effect on me, too. I thought I wanted to know and feel what he wanted to do to me. I’ve already wanted this myself.
At some point, Oleg finally blacked out and began to snore. I asked S.V. to help me take him to the bedroom. There, after laying him on the bed, I bent down to take off Oleg’s shirt and trousers. The buttons and the buckle did not want to obey me in any way, I felt S. V.’s gaze on my back. He came up and took me by the waist, hugged me to him. One hand stroked her stomach, the other lifted her short dress. The picture must have been impressive: I was leaning over
I’m trying to undress my husband, and another one is groping me from behind. His hand went to her ass and squeezed her buttock tightly. The second one in front went down into her panties, immediately starting a fire there.
I twisted around and turned to face him. He immediately pulled me to him and began to kiss me.
โWait, not here,” my words sounded like complete surrender. In addition, I was annoyed with myself that even in such a situation I continue to call him by your name.
But my words had the same effect on him as a red rag on a bull.:
โHere and now,โ he abruptly turned my back to him and tilted me. I had to put my hands on the bed where my husband was lying in order not to fall. The thought that they were going to do THIS to me right in front of my husband made me feel sick.
The hem of my thin silk dress was pulled sharply up my back, my panties were down to my knees, and I felt his hands. One kneaded her bare buttocks, the other rubbed her pussy in front. Two fingers easily penetrated my lubricant, causing a muffled groan. Oleg stirred in his sleep. I froze in fright, even the excitement receded a little. But S. V. immediately bit my earlobe, as if knowing that this was my erogenous zone, and worked his fingers inside me.
I’m so turned on! Bending over as much as possible, I received light thrusts from his hand, which was dominating my crotch. The slap on my bare buttock sounded very loud in the bedroom, but I didn’t care anymore. My panties, which were still on, were in the way, limiting my movements, but even that detail was turning me on right now.
I wasn’t used to taking the initiative in sex with my husband, and now I just let S. V. fulfill all his desires. His fingers left my pussy and immediately entered my mouth. I sucked on them, perhaps for the first time getting to know my own taste.
A moment later, with the same abrupt movement, I was turned to face him and brought to my knees. I looked up into Sergey Vladimirovich’s eyes while he unbuttoned his fly and took out his penis. I am ashamed to admit that oral sex before that seemed to me something extremely indecent. And my husband didn’t insist. But now I wanted to put it in my mouth myself. Obeying the man’s demanding gaze, I parted my lips. The head immediately slid into my mouth and I tasted it. I felt a belated sense of guilt towards my husband that he was not the first to overcome this bastion of mine.
The smooth skin of the head slid over the tongue, reaching up to the throat. S.V.’s hand was holding my hair and setting the pace. Occasionally, he would take his cock out of my mouth to press his balls against my face. I kissed and licked them, learning how hard they were to the touch, and touched them with my hand. Excited by my debauchery, with a strange man’s cock in my mouth, a meter from my sleeping husband, I finished. Without even touching yourself!
A second later, Sergey Vladimirovich’s cock throbbed in my mouth, ejaculating thick, salty sperm. It wasn’t disgusting. I liked. I swallowed, even though it wasn’t easy to do it with a dick in my mouth.
After catching my breath, Sergey Vladimirovich helped me get up from my knees. He took my chin in his hand and looked at me, as it seemed to me, with some disdain. I lowered my eyes in embarrassment, feeling drops of his seed on my lips. She licked them with her tongue.
The excitement subsided and at that moment I was disgusted with myself. The whole shame of my betrayal has only now become so obvious to me. I didn’t just cheat on my husband. I did it with his boss, in his presence, and in such a perverted way. Tears began to form in my eyes.
But then S. V. suddenly kissed me, right on the lips.
“You were great, thank you,” his voice was hoarse and low with excitement, and I couldn’t help but feel myself getting turned on again.
Shifting from one foot to the other, I got rid of the panties that were still hanging on me and pulled back my dress.
โ I need to take a shower, โ trying not to look at my seducer, I slipped into the bathroom and locked myself from the inside.
Strangely, his words made me feel better. My betrayal no longer seemed so unnatural to me. After all, many couples have relationships on the side, and they live with it normally. I thought about Olezhka, who was sleeping in the bedroom right now, and felt a surge of tenderness for him. I will have to compensate him for everything that I deprived him of in sex because of my shyness.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I went into the bedroom. SV was not there. My husband was snuffling loudly in his sleep and was so sweet right now. After straightening the blanket on him and blowing him a kiss, I went to look for Sergey Vladimirovich. He was sitting in the gym shirtless and sipping whiskey. The towel covered me a little, and his gaze rested with interest on my bare legs.
โCome here,” the authority in his tone, unaccustomed to objections, simply hypnotized me. Having decided that tonight I am ready to belong to him completely
I approached, simultaneously getting rid of the towel myself. His hands immediately captured my breasts and buttocks, and his lips closed over my nipple. After caressing me like that for a while, he got up and put my knees on the chair, forcing me to lean against its back with his hands. I sagged in anticipation. Still, when my husband wasn’t around, it was easier for me to relax. I didn’t turn around, ready for whatever he wanted to do. And yet, when I felt his lips and tongue on my ass, it was unexpected. His hands spread her buttocks and his tongue strolled along her cleft, causing a surge of previously unknown pleasure. At some point, he touched his tongue to the anus. Without holding back my trembling, I moaned softly.:
“Please.” โ I don’t really understand what I’m asking for.
And a second later, his thick and curved cock entered me. Fucking me in this position, he massaged my second hole with his finger. It was nice, but I was worried that he would want anal sex. I haven’t tried this, and I probably didn’t want to. But that night, nothing depended on me. First, his finger began to penetrate my ass. It was so unusual to feel filled in two holes at once. Soon the penis left the vagina and went into the ass, I tried to turn away, but a loud slap on the ass brought me back to my starting position. A heavy palm rested on the small of my back, forcing me to bend even more, and my cock began to enter my ass. Strangely enough, I didn’t feel any pain. Just a feeling of some kind of strange stretching and excitement from… humiliation or something. After entering me completely, he began to move slowly and after a minute, I realized that I could cum with a dick in my ass. He squeezed my chest hard with one hand and it happened. I couldn’t stifle my moans, and twitching in his arms … in the spasms of orgasm, as if through a veil I felt the contractions of his penis in my ass. He was coming too.
My husband didn’t wake up from our noise.
Then we had a few more drinks. We talked about some nonsense. I stopped feeling like a schoolgirl next to him. Before I went to my husband’s bedroom, I went up to his chair and knelt down and gave him a blowjob. He was sitting in an armchair with his legs apart and running his fingers through my hair. Before he came, he stood up abruptly, his cock jumped out of my mouth. And a second later, cum flew on my face. There wasn’t much of it now, and I could feel its warm drops sliding down my cheek onto my neck and flowing into the cleavage between my breasts. That humiliation againโฆ excitement again. Putting my hand between my legs, I touched my clitoris, and imagining how I looked from the outside, I finished.
After taking a shower and wishing Sergey Vladimirovich good night, I went to sleep with my husband. She hugged Olezhka, clung to his chest, feeling the sperm of his boss slowly flowing out of her ass.
โI love you, honey,” she whispered softly to him.
My husband woke up early and, excited by the alcohol he had taken the day before, came to kiss me. I gave myself to him with pleasure. I had no regrets about yesterday. I confessed to myself that I love my husband no less than before. And understanding what happened can be postponed until better times.
Excited by yesterday’s debauchery, I barely turned over my husband, who was puffing on top of me, and straddled him. Surprise flashed in his eyesโI had never shown such activity in bed before. Deciding to give him new sensations, anticipating his orgasm, I took off his penis and pressed my mouth to it.
โYes,” Olezhka whispered in ecstasy, and a tight stream hit my mouth. After swallowing everything conscientiously, I licked his cock and moved higher, kissed him on the lips. Oleg responded to the kiss in surprise.
My head hurt a little when I stood at the stove and cooked breakfast in short homemade shorts and a T-shirt. After all, yesterday’s drinking was making itself felt.
Sergey Vladimirovich had already got up, and now he was sitting behind me and looking at my figure in this homemade outfit. Oleg went into the shower, and from there he shouted out instructions to me on what to cook for breakfast. I smiled to myselfโwhat kind of stupid habit is this of shouting from the bathroom?
When I felt Sergey Vladimirovich’s hands on my chest, it was not unexpected. Without turning to him, I continued to study at the stove. His hands rubbed my breasts through my T-shirt, moved down, lifted it up, and now I can feel his rough fingers on my nipples. A pleasant languor descended down her stomach and spread between her thighs. I didn’t resist. Her husband’s presence outside the door was arousing.
Her shorts slid down under his skillful hands, revealing her buttocks. From the front, a hand rested on my pussy, making me bend over and moan softly. I spent a minute being petted in this position. Then she turned to Sergei, kissing him deeply. What a thrill!
The husband continued to mumble happily from the bathroom about coffee.
“And take care of the guest,” came his voice.
โ I’m already studying
โ I replied, getting down on my knees and getting a member of the “guest” in my mouth. He’s so fat! The second dick in my mouth this morning. Warmth spread inside from such thoughts. I licked my burgeoning cock, lifted it to my stomach, and kissed my new man’s balls. The water in the shower continued to pour and we had a couple of minutes.
Sergei turned me around with his booty, pulled off my shorts to my knees, there were no panties under them, and abruptly burst into me. I rested against the refrigerator, and biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud, I waved. The situation turned me on just unthinkably: My husband takes a shower after having sex with me, while I give myself to another male, and his boss. I came a second before Sergey. His sperm hit my uterus, and through the haze of buzz, I tried to figure out what my days were like now. Getting knocked up by Oleg’s boss would be too much.
We were calmly finishing our coffee when Olezhka came out of the bathroom and lightly kissed me on the lips that his boss had just kissed. How exciting it all is!
Sergey Vladimirovich gave Oleg the day off for a drink, while saying “your Olenka deserves it.” I almost fell through the ground, but Oleg didn’t pay attention to it.
In the hallway, when we were escorting the guest, and when the men shook hands, I, without thinking at all, kissed Sergei on the cheek, catching my husband’s amazed look out of the corner of my eye. SV did not focus on this and turned around and left.
“What are you doing?” My husband asked me, a little dumbfounded.
โBecause I want to,โ I answered vaguely, biting into his lips with a kiss. I spent the rest of the day very informative. I gave myself to my husband in the ass, blew his brain with a blowjob, and if I caused him questions about why all this was happening, he kept them to himself.
A month later, his boss offered me the position of receptionist. I’m still thinking about this proposal.Oddly enough, my husband helped me make a decision. I was uncertain for a long time. It’s one thing to have a casual affair with her husband’s boss, another thing is to consciously obey him, imagining what all this could lead to. I understood perfectly well that accepting the offer to become Sergey Vladimirovich’s receptionist, after what happened that memorable night, actually meant voluntarily becoming his mistress. At these thoughts, something fluttered vaguely in my chest and I felt my nipples swell. The past month has given me time to sort myself out.
I honestly decided for myself that I love my husband Olezhka and I’m not going to change him for anyone in terms of long-term relationships. Sergey, on the other hand, acted on me exclusively on some kind of animal level. I obeyed his power and enjoyed it. When I was thinking about my husband, I never thought about the specifics in the form of his physical component. I perceived him figuratively as the person closest to me. When I thought about Sergei Vladimirovich, I kept thinking of his strong hands in my crotch, a trail of curly hair in my groin, his thick cock, finally.
My husband resolved my doubts:
โ Of course, go. Money in the family is not superfluous, we will work nearby. Yes, and the decree will be from where to withdraw.
I must say that Oleg and I didn’t really discuss the topic of children. There were supposed to be children, maybe even a few, but sometime later. In the meantime, we were protecting ourselves. Although after the incident on my husband’s anniversary, I had the idea to install a spiral. Out of place, the memory of my dear husband’s boss’s strong, thick cock inside me and a stream of sperm hitting my uterus crept into my head.
And feeling languid at the bottom, I agreed. Come what may!
On my first day at work, I decided not to bother about my appearance: my favorite short loose skirt, a sleeveless blouse, which I usually didn’t wear a bra under, and stilettos. If there is a dress code, they will explain it to me. After a moment’s thought, I pulled off my cotton panties and pulled on the lace thong that I was wearing that memorable evening. Downstairs, everything was already aching with anticipation, although I had not yet decided anything for myself in terms of sex with the boss.
The reception was located in a four-story office building in the city center. S. V.’s company was engaged in wholesale sales of some kind of nonsense like hydraulic pumps or something like that. It occurred to me with longing that I might have to figure it all out. My husband walked me to my workplace, said that the boss was already there and would call me how to get free, and disappeared. It turned out that his office was on the floor below.
The beautiful leather swivel chair behind the desk was empty. Figuring that this was my workplace, I found no reason not to sit in it. She sat on the edge and looked around. The reception room bore the imprint of a personality
Sergey Vladimirovich. I was almost sure that he was behind the strict design, made in light gray and dark brown tones. The desk was filled with stationery and a telephone with a fax machine. At least I know how to use a fax machine, I thought.
The intercom bell rang so loudly by my side that I jumped up:
โ Olya, are you there? Come in,” his voice said.
With some trepidation, I opened the heavy wooden door and walked over to him. Huge floor-length windows, very light, the same shades of gray and brown as in the reception area and he, behind a large desk. He did not smile, but looked at me calmly and intently, with his fingers interlaced in front of him.
“Have a seat.”
Feeling strangely timid, I sat down on the edge of the visitor’s chair, trying to pull back my skirt and pull my knees together.
โ If you agree with the proposal, then your duties will include the following … โ Sergey Vladimirovich began calmly. He listed some boring duties, and I blinked in confusion and looked at him, barely understanding one word out of ten. It was as if this man hadn’t possessed me recently, as if his cock hadn’t been in my mouth and his seed hadn’t been in my ass. I couldn’t figure out what I was really feelingโdisappointment or satisfaction that everything was remaining within the bounds of decency. Maybe he decided not to tempt fate with the risk of losing a valuable employee in the person of my husband? Or, like me, did you decide to leave everything to chance?
After listening to the rest and asking a few clarifying questions, I got up and went to sort things out. The day was just beginning, and I had to concentrate, leaving the amorous affairs for later. The work turned out to be interesting, there was a lot of communication with different people. Many of the company’s employees were funny guys with a good sense of humor. Several women working here treated me with restrained kindness, apparently deciding to take a closer look first. Foreign partners called several times, and I was proud to see that the institute’s program was not in vain: I could easily answer the call and connect with whom I needed. Oleg stopped by several times to ask how I was doing.
A couple of hours later, S. V. asked for coffee on the intercom. It’s funny, of course, but I was a little confused by such a request. I felt like a servant, or something. Leaning over his desk to take the cup off the tray and set it down, I caught his interested glance at my feet out of the corner of my eye, but he didn’t take any liberties.
Anyway, by the end of the day, I relaxed, and I was already thinking that it was probably for the best. And when Sergey Vladimirovich ordered me to bring the afternoon mail to his desk over the intercom, I no longer thought about anything like that. As it turned out, it was completely in vain.
I put a stack of papers on his desk and was about to leave, but he stopped me with his stern voice:
โ Olya, mail should not be left upside down.
I turned around, feeling myself blush. I didn’t want to be reprimanded by my ex-lover on the first day. I walked over to the table and picked up the stack.
โ To do this, you need to go around the table and put the papers on my side, โ there were strange sparkles in his eyes, perhaps he found it all funny.
Annoyed at myself for being so easily embarrassed, still pink, I walked around the table and stopped next to his chair. She bent down and put the papers on the table. Sergey Vladimirovich covered my hands on the table with his broad palm, forcing me to stay in this position. His proximity took my breath away. He leaned back slightly in his chair, not allowing me to straighten up, and looked at me from behind with pleasure. His other hand, unexpectedly cold, touched the back of my legs and slid up easily, sliding over my skin, lifting my skirt, exposing my legs. Her rough palm stroked her buttocks, barely covered by her panties, and went higher up her back, dragging the hem of her skirt with her.
He no longer held my hands, but I continued to stand, leaning over his desk, holding onto him with my hands, with my skirt pulled up almost to my chest, feeling the cool breeze from the air conditioner on my ass, not knowing what to do. My body, however, knew better than I didโI could feel my nipples tightening and my lower abdomen getting heavier.
โSergey Vladimirovich…,” I stammered softly, still not knowing what to say.
His chair creaked, and he got up and walked behind me, apparently admiring the view. His cool palms began to stroke my buttocks and thighs. It occurred to me that the door to the office was open and someone might come in. Sergey Vladimirovich probably thought about it because he left me standing in that position and went to the door, locking it with a lock button. I didn’t adjust my skirt, especially acutely aware of the seductiveness of my pose. Sergei came out into the center of the office and slowly began to unbutton
A shirt. I watched with bated breath as the developed muscles of his torso, the curly hair on his chest and stomach appeared. He unbuckled his belt. He came towards me. He came in from behind again. I already thought I was going to come as soon as he touched me.
He hooked the elastic band of her panties with his finger and they crawled down her thighs. By getting rid of it .I was taken aback by this detail of the toilet, he unbuttoned my blouse. His hands covered my breasts, squeezing them tightly. I let out a strangled squeak as he squeezed my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I wasn’t surprised that when he put his hand in my crotch, it was already wet. It occurred to me that I would definitely install a spiral this week.
Guiding me with his hand, he forced me to climb onto his leather chair with my butt to him. The nipples of her heavy breasts touched the cool leather of the back of the chair. There was the sound of a fly being unbuttoned from behind. He entered me in one motion all at once, calling out a deep moan. It was only now that I was able to admit to myself that I had accepted his offer just for the sake of it.
His thick piston moved steadily inside me, his finger kneaded the ring of my anus. Abruptly pulling out of me, with the same crushing movement, he tucked his machine into my ass. Tears even welled up in my eyes. But this sweet stretch was also exciting. I reached down to caress myself while he worked on my booty, but this unauthorized attempt to please himself was immediately stopped. He returned my hand to the back of the seat and continued his measured movements. From afar, an orgasm began to approach. And when he was already very close, the penis abruptly left my ass and burst back into my vagina. The effect was simply overwhelming, I was shaking all over in orgasm, a loud scream burst out of my chest. Stars floated before my eyes.
After giving me a few seconds of respite, Sergey Vladimirovich continued to examine me for my aptitude, periodically changing my ass to my pussy and back again. The excitement returned very quickly.
Suddenly, he reached out to the table and pressed a button on the selector. With a sinking heart, I heard my husband’s voice:
โListening?”
A brown cocktail of guilt and excitement hit me in the head, forcing me to impale myself on my husband’s boss’s cock even harder.
โ What about the shipments we have today? โ Sergey Vladimirovich’s voice sounded surprisingly ordinary, while I bit my fists to keep from moaning out loud.
My husband started reporting something I didn’t quite understand. His voice, so familiar, turned everything in my soul upside down. How can you simultaneously feel guilt, pity, love, and raging lust? I don’t know, but I could do it. The longer he talked, the more powerfully the spiral of arousal twisted inside me, until it burst with another orgasm. Unable to stand it, I gave a muffled cry.
โ Sergey Vladimirovich? โ the husband asked again.
“Nothing, it’s your Olya…” I froze in horror, “… she spilled the coffee,” he finished, pushing his cock hard into my ass. He was clearly enjoying this parallel communication session with his spouses and was in no hurry to let Olezhka go.
โOleg, well, I do not know what to do with you,” Sergei began in some kind of accusatory tone, at the same time pulling me off the chair and lowering me to my knees in front of him. โ I asked you yesterday to prepare leftovers for the guys from Ryazan.
At that time, he was running his wet cock over my lips. I tried to catch the head with wide-open lips, looking up from under my shaggy eyelashes at my husband and my boss. The lust of this debauchery was simply eating away at me.
My husband began to make excuses, I listened to his uncertain apologetic voice and sucked his boss’s thick cock, hugging his buttocks. The smooth head popped out of my mouth, poking into my nose and cheeks โ Sergey Vladimirovich began to move towards me, fucking me in my mouth. The carpet rubbed my bare knees, and through my excitement, excuses for reddened knees were spinning in my head.
The situation with my execution, practically in the presence of my husband, began to affect Sergei as well โ the penis entered deeper and deeper into my throat, forcing me to choke, he stopped talking to my husband, leaving him hanging on the wire in uncertainty.
Sharp, strong jets hit me in the sky, and I coughed and took off my cock. My face was immediately lifted up by the chin, and while Sergey Vladimirovich was releasing the remnants of sperm on my face, I looked into his eyes, not myself after the orgasms I had experienced. I seemed to have no strength left to get up to my knees. Sergey sat down heavily in an armchair and took a deep breath, handed me a napkin.
As usual, excitement was replaced by a sense of guilt and shame from his debauchery. Wiping the cum off my face, I stole a glance at Sergey. To my surprise, he was smiling with a completely boyish smile.
looking at me. I smiled uncertainly, too.
โOkay, we’re not strangers,” he said, remembering Oleg on the phone. โ Olya has already finished here, I can let you go, provided that you deal with Ryazan.
โI understand, we’ll do it,” Olezhka said happily, “everything will be ready tomorrow morning.”
โ That’s it, come on โ Sergey hung up on the selector and helped me get up from the floor. Picking up my panties from the armchair, he put them in his jacket pocketโ”A souvenir from your ass.”
It was unusual to see him smiling. He even looked younger somehow. But anyway, his smile made me feel better again, and everything that happened stopped seeming so serious. After escorting me to the door, before opening it, he hugged me to him and kissed me on the lips, reaching under my skirt with his hand and squeezing my bare buttock. Then, without waiting for me to come to my senses, he threw me out the door.
Fortunately, there was no one in the waiting room, and I could calmly put myself in order. A satisfied female with smudged makeup, glowing eyes and a slight smile looked at me from the mirror of the cosmetic bag. I had no time to put the finishing touch, as my Olezhka appeared.
โ Did you hear how our guy scolded me? “What is it?” he asked dejectedly.
“Out of the corner of my ear,” I replied, getting up from the table and gently hugging my husband. He was so sweet when he was upset. I kissed him, wondering if he could smell the faint scent of cum. No, I missed it.
The working day was over, and I was completely at the disposal of my beloved spouse. In the car on the way home, sitting next to him in the front seat, I demonstrated the lack of panties, almost causing an accident. I wanted to warm up Olezhka properly, and promised to compensate him at home for the damage from the evil boss, thinking to myself that I should try this technique with my husband, alternating pussy with booty. Well, now I had an experienced instructor, and my husband and I were going to have a much more diverse sex life.I’ve changed. Funny thing: she changed and changed. I’ve grown up somehow. If everything in my life used to be simple and obvious: my beloved husband, home, and girlfriends, with whom we sometimes gathered to chat over martinis while Oleg was at work, now everything has become complicated and uncertain. Belated thoughts about responsibility and possible consequences crept into my head and spoiled everything, overshadowed that sensual firework of emotions from spontaneous sex with the boss of my College. I have to make a reservation here that I come from a decent family. Mom and dad have lived together all their lives, and there has never been even a shadow of betrayal in their relationship. At least, that’s what I thought. I have absorbed the same principles of integrity. And now, when Sergei Vladimirovich awakened a lustful female in me, she began to destroy one by one all those moral barriers that my parents had so painstakingly erected in me. I was torn between the desire to remain faithful to my Oleg and the animal desire to give myself to a stronger male, between love and passion.
22 years old is not the age when a girl can easily sort herself out and set life priorities based on life experience. For sure, if Sergei Vladimirovich hadn’t turned out to be on that anniversary, and if he hadn’t turned out to be so cynical and persistent, no thoughts of betrayal would even have crept into my poor head. Now I was being tossed around like a tiny boat on the waves of desire. As soon as my boss bent over my desk and took a look at my cleavage, goosebumps began to run over my skin, my cheeks turned pink, and everything felt heavy and swollen underneath. It was stronger than me.
I began to feel more keenly. If earlier I perceived sex as a kind of unified and rapid action leading to pleasure, now, even with my husband, I began to feel every single touch of my hand, tongue, and penis more strongly. I was starting to get high from the process of coitus, it was no longer enough for me to just lie on my back with my legs apart and take in a man, waiting for things to come to an end and wondering if I would have time to enjoy myself. I wanted movement, I liked to obey, and now I was particularly pleased with the thought of how I looked from the outside, in the eyes of a man.
Perhaps it was a subconscious attempt to bring all this confusion to a common denominator and reconcile my two halves that led to the subsequent events.
The day before, on Friday, during my lunch break, I was lying with my chest on Sergey Vladimirovich’s desk in my already familiar position. Her blouse was open, her short skirt was thrown over her lower back, and her panties and tights were pulled down to her knees. Bending strongly in the small of my back to make it easier for him to have me, I felt his thrusts all over my body, my breasts flattened against the countertop, my nipples rubbed against the laminated chipboard surface. Enjoying every movement of my thick cock
I suddenly found myself thinking that I wanted Oleg, my husband. I want to kiss his lips right now, look into his eyes. I want him to feel and share my passion. Imagining Oleg entering the office and seeing me giving myself to his boss in the most vulgar way, as he holds my bare ass with his big hands and impales me on his organ, occasionally slapping my buttocks with his palm, I came violently. The strongly contracted walls of the vagina forced the man to cum, and the dense jet of semen pulsating inside me prolonged my orgasm. I was no longer afraid to get knocked up, after consulting with Oleg, I set up a spiral. We decided that children should not be an accident.
Exhausted, I slid off the table, pulling on my panties and tights, putting a napkin under it. Sergey Vladimirovich zipped up his fly, sat me down on the sofa, and returned to his chair. Now he allowed me to tidy up my appearance in his office. He was married, and he didn’t need any extra rumors either. Although it seemed to me that some people already guessed about our connection. You can’t hide an awl in a bag.
I stealthily admired his proud profile as he half turned to his laptop at work.
While restoring my light makeup, I remembered my unexpected fantasy and was even a little surprised. It always seemed to me that the thought of my husband finding out about my infidelity terrified me. And here, to put it bluntly, the opposite effect.
Sergei kissed me at the door. I liked it when he kissed me on the lips. There was something so personal and sinful about it that it turned me on half a turn. And now I felt my body responding. I imagined what if I kissed my Oleg right now, so that he could feel the warmth of my lips and the taste of another man on my lips. This thought sparked desire again, but I was disappointed and had to retire to my workplace โ lunch was ending.
In the evening, Olezhka and I were sitting on the couch together, hugging each other, watching some romantic melodrama on the box. When the events on the screen began to slide into a completely outright banality, I decided that there were more interesting ways to spend time. Jumping onto Olezhka’s lap and covering the TV with myself, I gave out:
“Give me a kiss.”
Oleg gently touched me with his lips:
โ Did you feel like a turquoise wave? “What is it?” he asked mockingly. However, I could see in his eyes that he was starting to get excited, too. I was wearing a short, buttonless housecoat, which I usually wrapped myself in after a shower. Standing up on my knees and gently swaying, I pulled it down to my waist, exposing my breasts in front of my husband’s face. I could feel my nipples tightening in anticipation. Oleg decided to take a wait-and-see attitude and wait for the continuation, looking at my movements from under half-closed eyelids. Having accepted his terms, I continued my striptease, slipping out of my robe and acutely feeling my nakedness against the background of my fully dressed husband. Swaying my hips slightly, I turned my butt to my husband, and bent over, bending over.
โ Olezhek, kiss me there, โ my voice became lower from excitement, hoarseness appeared.
A second later, I felt his hot breath on my buttocks. He started kissing my ass, gradually going lower, spreading my buttocks with his hands. What a thrill! I groaned softly. His tongue penetrated the crevice, caressing my girl, his nose touching the anus. He had never caressed me like that before. It looked like I’d turned him on a lot.
I remembered that just a few hours ago, where Olezhka’s tongue was now, his boss’s cock was in charge, and I literally shook with excitement.
Turning to my husband, I began to peel off his T-shirt, and I kissed his lips, which still retained my taste. She went lower, caressing his nipples with her tongue, which were now straining like small stones. His cock was literally tearing his light sweatpants. I wrapped my hand around him through the fabric and began to massage him lightly, settling between his legs, looking into his eyes.
“What do you want me to do?” โ I wanted to break Oleg’s shyness, make him do something crazy. We were usually silent during sex, and now I wanted something new.
He looked at me for a while as if he had never seen me before.
โPut it in your mouth,โ he whispered hollowly. His eyes are now so dark with excitement.
โMake me,โ I felt my cheeks burn, but I kept looking into his eyes and kneading his organ through my pants.
In one motion, he yanked down his pants and underpants, and grabbing me by the hair, pressed my face against his groin. Suddenly, I realized that I have a pretty bad fever.
“What should I do?” I whispered, peering in.
from below into his eyes.
โKiss my balls,” the husband croaked, “lick them with your tongue.”
I obeyed, doing it gently and passionately.
As if breaking through a dam, the words poured out of him in a torrent:
โ Now suck, take it deeper! That’s it… you’re my girl! Open your mouth.
He got up and started running his cock over his face. I sat with my mouth open and my tongue sticking out, beside myself with excitement. His wet and hot cock slid over his cheeks and lips, touching his nose.
“I’m your girl,” I whispered in agreement.
He shoved his cock deep into my mouth, starting to fuck me harder than ever, holding my hair with his hands. I swam.
โCaress me from below,” I moaned, wriggling out of his grip for a second.
He started moving his big toe roughly between my legs. But everything was so wet there that even this caress was now only a pleasure. With his cock in my mouth and his toe in my vagina, I came. But somehow shallow and not completely. The excitement wouldn’t let go.
Oleg, apparently, was also overexcited and could not cum. His penis swelled to an unprecedented size and became as stiff as a stick. He pulled his cock out of my mouth again and pressed me against my scrotum. Kissing his large testicles, I whispered:
โ Imagine that someone sees us now..
Oleg was silent, exhaling hoarsely.
โ Would you like someone to see your wife now, naked on her knees? โ lifting my scrotum with my nose, I tried to reach the dark star below with my tongue.
โYes,โ Olezhek exhaled after a pause. He was taut as a string.
“Would you like someone to touch me from behind while I suck your dick?” I continued, disbelieving that I was saying it myself, “so that he would enter me?”
I swallowed his cock as deeply as possible, wrapping my arms around his ass.
- yes!… sukaaa, โ Olezhek couldn’t stand it and began to cum violently. The cock was so deep that I didn’t even taste the cum. With a tight ring of lips, I felt every contraction of his penis, every splash of semen, and obediently accepted. Taking out his penis, he leaned back on the chair, covering his eyes with his hand.
I felt that it was impossible to distance myself from him now, and I continued to gently suck his withering penis, put my head on his thigh, caressing his scrotum with light touches, kissing his penis. A few minutes passed like that.
“You’ve turned me on so much,” I confessed softly, “I want more… like this.”
The penis trembled in my hands, coming to life again.
โ Did you like this fantasy? I asked timidly. I was afraid that a showdown might start now.
“I guess so,” my husband admitted more calmly than I expected, “it’s strange, I’ve never thought about it.”
“I liked it when you were so… rude,โ I continued.
The penis continued to grow. I could already caress him with my palm along the trunk.
“Would you like to… show me to someone?” Let him touch me, kiss me?
The husband breathed deeply and often. The penis became stiff. Oleg was excited, but it was difficult for him to talk about it. I thought I could continue,
“Would you like to share me with someone?” To see me kissing someone else’s lips, as he squeezes my breasts? โ I was already on the verge of orgasm myself, and straightening up, straddled my husband. A deep groan escaped me when I felt how deep his cock was. He began to move, tossing me up with a hip movement and abruptly lowering me onto his cock:
“Go onโฆ
โ Imagine how I take his cock with my lips, right now, next to you, โ I was floating away on the waves of a deep orgasm, and I heard my words as if from somewhere far away, – he cums in my mouth, I swallow his cum … I kiss you!
I leaned over to my husband, planting a kiss on his lips. Our tongues intertwined. I even thought I could smell our boss’s cum.
This time we came at the same time and it was the strongest orgasm in almost three years of our life together with Oleg.
We did not return to this conversation in the morning. I was afraid to even look Oleg in the eye. But when all the bags for the cottage were already packed and we were standing in the hallway, ready for our usual Saturday trip to the cottage, Oleg suddenly took out his phone and dialed a number. He came close to me, kissed me, I heard the beeps, and then a man’s voice:
“I’m listening,” I felt weak in my legs, recognizing Sergey Vladimirovich’s voice.
โ Sergey Vladimirovich, good morning, I’m sorry to bother you on the weekend, โ Oleg ran his finger over my lips, looking into my eyes.
โ My wife and I are going to the country here, โ I put his finger in my mouth, caressing with my tongue, โ we thought we’d invite you. After all, we haven’t thanked you enough for offering Olya a job.
The finger began to move in my mouth, imitating the movements of a penis. I was getting excited.
There was a pause on the other end of the line, during which my husband and I held our breath. Then the voice of our boss said,
“Okay. I’m free today.
Give me the address.It was going to be a great day, with crystal clear skies and a light breeze. It had rained the day before and I just wanted to eat the air. It wasn’t stuffy yet, and according to my estimates, it would be possible to sunbathe during the day.
I sat next to Oleg in the front seat and wondered what he was up to. It was clear that he wanted to try to realize some of yesterday’s fantasies, but what and how exactly? Will I be ready for this?
The thought flashed through my mind like an anxious shadow, what if he already knows everything about Sergey Vladimirovich and me, and the adventure at the cottage is not at all what I hope for. Then I thought that if she didn’t know, then men under the influence of alcohol, which I was sure would be necessary, could have a frank conversation and everything would open up. Maybe, of course, I was still talking about teenage naivety, but I wanted to hope that Sergey Vladimirovich would not betray me. And why would he actually do that?.
Deciding to carefully delve into my husband’s thoughts, I put my left hand on his thigh, drawing attention to myself. Oleg, as always so focused at the wheel, turned and looked at me questioningly. I replied with a playful smile.:
โ Have you thought about how you would like me to thank our boss? I stroked his leg with my nails.
The corners of his lips twitched strangely and he turned away again, watching the road.
After a pause, he replied:
โ I suspect that you already have some ideas about this?
I was not satisfied with this answer.:
โ Are you offended by me for yesterday? Now I was seriously and inquisitively looking into his eyes. “but it’s just a fantasy.”โฆ I’m doing this for you!
He was silent for a while, busy maneuvering. I waited for his answer.
“It seems to me that you’re doing this more for yourself,” he looked at me shrewdly, “right?
It’s time for me to keep quiet. Yes, of course it was like that, but I really didn’t want to admit it.
“In principle, I don’t see anything wrong with such fantasies,” he continued, ignoring my hand on his hip. I didn’t want to put it away at such a moment, I didn’t want to move away. โ The question is, are we ready to move on from fantasy?
My heart beat joyfully: he said “we”. I was already beginning to fear that the conversation would go in the direction of accusing me of excessive promiscuity, and maybe even towards suspicion.
I shifted in my chair.:
โHoney, I only want what you want. It seemed to me that you were so turned on yesterday! I really liked it! If you’re ready to continue, just say the word! I started stroking his thigh again, moving higher. This time he spread his hips a little to the side. Accepting the signal, I moved my hand to his crotch, feeling the tight seams on his jeans. There was some tension there.
A few minutes later, he suddenly turned to me:
“But you like it yourself, don’t you?” I mean, all this stuff about another man? He looked at me questioningly. There was a kind of helpless confusion in his eyes, as if he was confused in his thoughts. It was as if the one he loved had suddenly turned out to be a completely different person. In fact, it was. All I had to do was make sure that this change didn’t disappoint him. I took his hand off the gearshift lever with my own hands and kissed him:
“Yes, I like it,” I replied softly, “but the main thing for me is that you like it all.” You’re the most important thing to me.
At that moment, I was bitterly ashamed of what was happening behind his back with Sergey Vladimirovich. It’s a shame, but to be completely honest, there was something else. Some kind of vague longing.
Oleg released his hand to control the car, and I returned to stroking his crotch. Oleg was looking ahead, but I could see that he was thinking about something. His cock, whether under my caresses or from his own thoughts, was straining.
โ How do you like Sergey Vladimirovich? He didn’t look at me when he asked that.
My husband’s excitement was beginning to spread to me.
“Physically?” I think he’s… attractive,” my voice faltered a little at the end when I remembered his short, thick phallus and large testicles. I wanted to get to Olezhka in earnest, and after a bit of tinkering, I pulled out his strained cock. In my arms, in just a few seconds, he stood up in jerks, pressing tightly against his husband’s stomach. I stroked the bridle with my fingernail, tickled his scrotumโhe has such broad shoulders, strong arms.โฆ
I was as excited as my husband, and I stared hungrily into his eyes, trying to read what he was feeling right now. Oleg stared straight ahead, his gaze darkened, but his penis hardened and became like wood. Deciding that I was on the right track, I moved closer to my husband and, without letting go of his penis from my hand, whispered in his ear:
“I want to see him naked.”
I want to know… which one he hasโฆ
My dick jerked in my hands, and the car swerved a little. Oleg licked his lips and swallowed convulsively:
โ So have you already figured out what your gratitude will be? His voice was husky with excitement.
“I’ll do whatever you say with him,” I touched Olezhka’s earlobe with my tongue and squeezed his testicles lightly.
โWill you… give it to him?” โ Oleg, even at such moments, could not be rude to me and chose his words so as not to offend me.
โWhatever you say, honey,” I cooed in his ear. His head moistened profusely, and I began to smear the lubricant with my thumb. The husband groaned.
“Will you put it in his mouth?”
โ Yes… โ I panted, imagining that my husband would see it.
โ Let him cum in your mouthโฆ
โ Okay, โ I had a fire between my legs. I stuck my tongue in my husband’s ear, caressing his cock faster and faster.
“Will you swallow it?”
- yes.
“Damn itโฆ I want you,” Olezhek began to slow down.
โOkay, honey, I’ll give myself to you as you want,” I whispered hotly in his ear again, squeezing the hard trunk harder, “but only after Sergei Vladimirovich!”
โ Mm-hmm, โ growling hoarsely, Oleg began to cum in my hands. The car stopped on the side of the road. Powerful jets shot into his palms and trickled down onto his balls. Groaning from the inability to get the discharge myself, I dived down, taking the head in my lips, sucking lightly. Oleg twitched from my caresses, running his hands through my hair. I moved on to my testicles, licking off the traces of passion.
After finishing, we recovered for a few minutes before Oleg, smiling shyly, turned on the turn signal and returned to the track.
We have a cottage near the city, which I consider a big plus. In principle, this is not a cottage, but an old wooden house that my husband inherited from his grandfather. There was a large plot adjacent to the house, which is rare in suburban villages. There is an apple orchard, and a small natural pond at the far end, facing the forest. If you bring this place to mind, you can get quite a prestigious place. But we didn’t have the energy, time, or money for this “if”. Oleg’s parents helped a lot in this regard: in the summer they spent more time here than we did, so that the site did not look neglected.
What one could be proud of was the new spacious bathhouse made of such round logs, and a similar gazebo by the pond. It’s quite nice. If I couldn’t get out to the south in the summer, like this year, then I could get a really good tan here. The place was quite secluded and the lush vegetation, coupled with a tall old fence, allowed me to sunbathe without a top when Oleg’s parents were away.
We had already sorted out our bags, and now I was standing in front of an open closet, thinking about what to put on. I wanted to make an impression, but not look cheap. I turned over two swimsuits in my hands: one closed ruby color, the other a delicate pink. I decided to wear it only here on the site when I was sure that no one but my husband could see me: it was all a tangle of strings with three small triangles in the most interesting places. My husband bought it for me in a fit of passion.on my honeymoon, but I couldn’t let him go to the beach in it. I was a little embarrassed myself.
Oleg, passing by, silently pointed at the pink one and walked on. Everything inside me flared up: he deliberately wanted to present me in the most seductive way in front of his boss!
I quickly took everything off, remaining naked, feeling how excited my body was. It’s not surprising, considering that I never got a release. After tying the laces, I critically examined myself in the mirror on the closet door. An almost naked young girl with loose hair and an elegant athletic figure was looking at me. My eyes were sparkling in anticipation of something exciting and unusual, and my cheeks were flushed, giving me a very youthful appearance. Deciding that it was unwise to immediately appear in this form, I threw a translucent leotard over my hips. I smiled to myselfโit didn’t make me any less sexy. I had to calm down somehow, because I already felt like I was starting to get hydrated. This has not happened to me since I was sixteen years old.
Oleg and I had just finished setting the table in the gazebo when a powerful car horn sounded at the entrance gate. I stood not far from the gate, and watched as Olezhek opened the gate and a large black SUV slowly crawled into it. Sergei Vladimirovich, wearing sunglasses and a T-shirt, looked at me from the driver’s seat. My half-undress was immediately acutely felt, and there was a pleasant ache between my legs. I shifted unsteadily from one foot to the other, trying to make my pose look natural, and feeling myself turn pink.
The men greeted each other, and Sergei took a large duffel bag from the back seat and hung it up.
on her shoulder:
โ I see you have a bathhouse, young people.
โ Well, yes, โ the husband ruffled his hair in embarrassment, โ they really didn’t drown. We thought we’d just sit there. But this case is fixable.
โ Of course, it’s fixable, โ Sergey Vladimirovich took off his glasses and looking at me continued, โ what to do on Saturday in the village without a bathhouse. I have everything with me.
He handed the bag to her husband.:
โ By the way, there are several bottles there, you can put them on the table right away.
Oleg took the bag and walked forward towards the gazebo, leaving me to show the guest the cottage. Still embarrassed, I walked ahead, feeling his gaze on my buttocks almost physically. Sergey imperceptibly put his hand on my waist and asked quietly:
โ Does your husband know that?
I looked down and shook my head. His hand, before leaving her waist, passed over her ass, causing her to get goosebumps.
Half an hour later, we were having our third drink. The tension eased a bit and we had a lot of fun chatting. Outside of work, Sergey Vladimirovich was just as confident and domineering, but at the same time quite companionable. The hops were already starting to turn my head.
โ And why, by the way, am I alone in a swimsuit, โ I coquettishly asked the men, pouring alcohol into glasses once again. The men were drinking vodka, which was beginning to warm up, and I had enough of a martini. โ I turned directly to Sergey Vladimirovich.
With a grunt, he pulled off his T-shirt. My gaze landed on the muscles of his chest and shoulders. My husband caught my eye. His face tightened a little: he was certainly losing in this comparison, and he couldn’t help but feel it. Moving around the table, I put my hand on his groin and made sure that these thoughts did not prevent him from experiencing arousal. He also took off his T-shirt and picked up a glass.:
โ Here’s to you, Sergey Vladimirovich. It’s not easy to find a job now, and Olya and I are grateful to you. Especially Olya,” he added vaguely. I think alcohol was starting to take its toll on him, too.
โCome on,โ Sergey waved him off in a relaxed manner. โ how could you not take such a girl. โ She has a lot of useful qualities. Really, Olga?
Now his eyes were devouring me almost without hiding.
The atmosphere of flirting at the table was gradually heating up. It was already difficult for me to follow the conversation without periodically looking at the men’s bodies.
Oleg put his hand under the table, and a second later, cool fingers slid into my panties, where it was already wet. Sensing this, Oleg straightened up, and apparently made some kind of decision.
“Olya, I’m going to melt the bath while you’re at it, keep the guest occupied for now,” he looked meaningfully into my eyes.
I nodded silently, afraid that my voice would not obey me.
Sergey Vladimirovich watched him go and turned to me:
“Well, entertain the guest,” he leaned back on the bench with a smile.
It occurred to me that it was time to get rid of that cocky smile, and maybe even shock him a little. I moved closer to him, simultaneously getting rid of the leeks, and feeling the breeze pleasantly cool in my crotch. No sooner had my husband’s back disappeared into the bathroom than I leaned into the chef with a kiss that made my head spin.
He opened his eyes in confusion.
โ Olya, are we not afraid of our husband at all? He looked at me incredulously, apparently thinking that alcohol had completely blown my mind.
“My husband asked me to entertain you, Sergey Vladimirovich,” I whispered in his ear. โ I want to show how grateful I am to you.
I started kissing him again. This time, he returned the kiss. His stiff stubble tingled excitingly on my lips and cheeks, his hands went to my ass and immediately pulled the halves apart, making me feel the string of the swimsuit literally with my anus.
โAnd if he comes back,” he asked, pulling back a little, trying to look back at the entrance to the bathhouse. I took his face in my hands, preventing him from doing so.
โWe have about twenty minutes,” she kissed his lips again. I saw Oleg looking at us with burning eyes from the doorway of the bathhouse. I didn’t want Sergey Vladimirovich to find out about it. Let him think that Olezhek doesn’t suspect anything. When I kissed another man, it was as if I could feel my husband’s arousal, and this time I was doing it for him.
โ Fuck, you’re a hot girl! Sergey couldn’t help himself, breaking down on the mat for the first time in front of me.
In one motion, he yanked the cups of the swimsuit down and squeezed the nipples. I moaned softly when I felt his tongue on my chest. With one hand, he easily penetrated the panties of the swimsuit and was now pulling at the swollen labia with rough fingers. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Oleg watching, and it made me feel the caress twice as keenly.
With shaking hands, I pulled the boss’s already erect penis out. I wanted to go down to caress him with my mouth, but Sergei pulled me to him, kissing me and sitting me on his lap. I pulled back the strip of fabric myself.
step aside, letting in this powerful unit. With a sudden movement of his hips towards me, he tore out a light cry of pleasure from me. I hardly had to move: the powerful hands of the boss impaled me on a dick like a doll. He lowered his face, grabbing my nipples with his lips, sometimes lightly biting them. I was already moaning out loud.
I was sitting facing the bathhouse and looking at my husband through a haze of pleasure. The distance allowed me to see that look. He had it all: judgment, jealousy, and a frenzied passion. I languidly licked my lips and imitated a “smack” in the direction of Olezhka. The excitement of this debauchery carried me away like a wave. Looking into my husband’s eyes, I began to cum. The orgasm was protracted and resembled a series of short bursts of fireworks inside me. Involuntarily, I shook on top of the man, feeling the muscles of my abdomen, buttocks and vagina contract, and I whined softly.
Sergei hugged me tightly to his waist and, with a hoarse growl, also finished. A familiar warmth spread inside. Exhausted, I rested my head on his shoulder, smiling tiredly at my husband. Oleg looked like he came with us. He staggered off into the darkness of the passage, leaving me to recover in the arms of my lover.
โ Was I able to entertain you, Sergey Vladimirovich? I asked, catching my breath, smiling at the man.
He helped me get off him, puffing like a steam train, looking at me admiringly:
โ Well, you give! That was all he could say.
โYes,” I purred softly, giving him a peck on the cheek and adjusting my swimsuit. The lover’s sperm began to flow down the inner thigh, causing slight discomfort.
“I’m going to clean up,” I waved at the stillโamazed man and left the gazebo, flashing my bare buttocks. On the threshold, she turned around with a smile, “rest, because it’s not evening yet.I went straight from the gazebo to the sauna. I can’t say what I wanted from Oleg right now, but after the pleasure I experienced a minute ago, I was drawn to be with him. I went into the still cool semi-darkness of the sauna, squinting after the bright sunlight outside and trying to make out Oleg. The bathhouse had three rooms: a fairly spacious recreation room, it was also a furnace room, from which a narrow door led to a washroom, all the decoration of which consisted of a narrow bench and a barrel of water on a chain in the far corner, so that you could throw water only by pulling on this very chain, a shower right there, and the steam room itself.
Oleg stood with his back to me near the open door of the stove with an armful of firewood in some unnatural position and looked straight ahead. He was breathing heavily. I came up behind him and gently wrapped my arms around his waist, lightly brushing my lips against his back.
“Do you even realize how… wrong this is,” his voice was tired and somehow empty. Only now did the echoes of guilt stir in me. There was a feeling of losing something important, bright.
I began to gently stroke my husband’s stomach, kissing his shoulders. My eyes stung suspiciously.
โI love you,” I said simply, although even to me there seemed to be some falseness in that phrase, after all that had happened. I felt like Alice falling down a deep rabbit hole, lower and lower. And the worst part was that I didn’t want to stop. If my husband had said, “That’s enough, let’s go home,” I don’t even know if I would have agreed.
“You knowโฆ It was wonderful,” I felt a drop of semen sliding down the hot skin of my thigh, and my body immediately responded to it. I closed my eyes and started stroking my husband lower. He didn’t push me away.
โ Did you like it?
โ Yes, โ I reached his penis under his shorts with two hands, caressing the trunk with one hand, fingering the testicles with the other.
“What… what exactly did you like?” His voice sounded strangled, he was getting excited. The penis was growing in my hands.
โThe way he kisses me on the lips,” I massaged the hole on his slippery head with my finger, “you know, he smells like toothpaste… and then.”
Her husband’s testicles tightened a little, his penis became just stone.
โ How he squeezes my chestโฆ He has such rough fingers,” I turned on again, letting the excitement wash away the bitterness of unnecessary thoughts, “I feel his seed right here.
I took my husband’s hand and pulled it back down into my panties so that he could feel this betrayal with me to the end, so that he would understand how late it was to regret something. To share the excitement of all this with me!
His fingers on his boss’s sperm easily penetrated me, gently, gently and habitually caressing me, as I love. Nothing like Sergei’s rough caress. I began to feel a special charm from the change of men, from this contrast. I spread my legs wider to make him feel more comfortable.
With a shuddering sigh, Oleg turned to me, biting into a kiss and pulling off my swimsuit panties. The ties burst with a bang and a tiny piece of cloth
He flew to the side. Squeezing my delicate folds tightly with his fingers, Oleg pulled away from my lips and croaked:
โ Bitch!
But that only made me more aroused.
โ Honey… โ he continued to knead everything at my bottom, caressing my lips with his tongue, penetrating my mouth, โ kiss me there… down there.
Oleg froze for a moment, and I thought for a moment that I had gone too far, but then he sank down to my feet with a groan, kissing my stomach and lower. I groaned in anticipation, thrusting my hips towards him. Oleg pinned me against the wall, and I was able to throw one leg over his back, while his tongue finally touched my girl. It was like an electric shock, and it was no longer physical, but emotional.
“He’s caressing me with his tongue, where there was just another man’s dick! He can taste it!” From these thoughts, the orgasm inexorably began to approach. His lips and tongue worked wonders there. But I didn’t want to end it so quickly. Not yet.
I pulled away, sinking down to my husband, kissing his wet lips.:
“Wait… it’s still early. Then, after Sergei. I want more… with him.
My husband moaned like a wounded animal, and I barely had time, awkwardly sprawled on the floor, to put my mouth to his organ, as he began to shoot sperm. I could feel his convulsive twitching in my mouth. Oleg grabbed my hair with his hands, and in time with the ejaculation of semen, he performed hard deep frictions, forcing me to choke and swallow air.
When everything was over, Oleg released me and, pulling back a little, said softly:
“Now kiss him on the lips,” he looked at me and a strange smile stretched his lips. I smiled too, wiping the moisture from my chin with my palm, peering into his eyes myself. There was no emptiness there that had upset me so much a few minutes ago. It was encouraging.
“The three of us can play this game,” he ran his thumb over my lips and smiled once more, turning away to the stove, “go to him, or he’ll get bored.” I will soon.
I looked down at myself, puzzled: I was completely naked from below. A pathetic pink piece of fabric, which could once arouse men by hugging my hips and buttocks, lay crumpled on the floor, and apparently was already unusable. I had to go to the washroom, and after slightly refreshing myself with a shower, wrap my hips with one of the short sheets prepared here for the steam room.
Deciding that everything was in order, and taking another look at Olezhka, who was now calmly and busily engaged in kindling, feeling this incomprehensible knot in my chest loosen, I fluttered out into the sunlight.
After the semi-darkness of the sauna, a carefree summer reigned here, saturated with the sun, the aromas of flowering herbs and the smell of the pond. There was simply no room for unnecessary doubts, and when I saw the boss in the gazebo, I felt anticipation again. After all, there is only one life!
He watched me approach him along the stone path, which made me involuntarily sway my hips wrapped in a sheet more provocatively.
“Are you cold, beautiful?” He smiled mockingly.
I couldn’t come up with a suitable answer, and instead, remembering my husband’s instructions, I gently pressed my lips to his. He let my tongue in, and with a shudder of pleasure I realized that now he knows the taste of my husband. I liked that. It was like a game in which I lead and set the rules. For the first time, I felt my power over Sergey Vladimirovich.
My stomach ached, asking for release, and in order not to make another spectacle for my husband right now, I had to tear myself away from his lips.
“I just took off my panties for you,” I said, “and I don’t want my husband to find out about it ahead of time.”
The smile quickly left his lips, and with a speed that scared me, he bent down and slid his palm between my legs under the sheet. After making sure that I wasn’t lying, he slowly straightened up, looking at me excitedly:
โ Listen, you’re just a bomb! I’ve never noticed that about you before.
Smiling coquettishly, I pulled away from him and took my place at the table.
โ Hmm, is that so? He leaned closer to the table, “so you’re my bitch now?”
His rudeness made my stomach ache again, and blushing, I looked down.
“Say it yourself,โ he looked at me imperiously and expectantly. Feeling the pleasant weakness of submission, unable to find the strength to put him in his place, I muttered softly,
“Yes…
” Which is “yes.” Say it completely.
The languor of excitement was just physically exhausting for me. Having no strength to resist, at the same time feeling my influence on the man, I glanced at him from under my shaggy eyelashes and said softly:
โ Yes, I am your bitch.โฆ
โMy slut,โ Sergei continued to enjoy this verbal torture, clearly realizing his own
teenage fantasies.
“I’m your slut,โ I repeated, indulging the man and getting pleasure from it, seeing how his gaze darkened with excitement. I was already regretting that I hadn’t allowed myself to cum with .my husband a few minutes ago. Maybe then my brain would have at least a little part in controlling my body and speech. I seemed to agree to everything.
Fortunately, Oleg saved me from further verbal punishment. He was carrying a chilled bottle of vodka.
“I’m sorry it took so long,” he looked at my face with interest, trying to figure out what had just happened here. Blushing for some reason, I gave him a defiant look.
“It’s just that the firewood is damp,” he continued, setting the bottle on the table and sinking down next to me on the bench.
“Nothing.” We’re not offended. Pour it out, Olka,” Sergei waved his hand as if nothing had happened. He clearly felt like the master of the situation, taking advantage of me almost in front of my husband, and thinking that he didn’t know anything about it. However, maybe he was the master of the situation.
The men continued to drink, exchanging remarks about the weather, work, cars and other nonsense. I sipped my martini, occasionally interjecting a word or two. The sun had long passed its zenith, and it was soaring very noticeably. In the gazebo, I was saved by the shade and a light breeze, which pleasantly stirred the sheet on me.
I got distracted from the conversation and just looked at the men. Strangely, perhaps under the influence of alcohol, I began to perceive them both in a new way. My husband has opened up to me in a completely different way in recent days. And even though I caused these changes myself, sometimes he already seemed like a completely different person to me. He was no longer the naive, lanky shirt guy I’d once fallen head over heels in love with. Now he was a man full of passions I didn’t understand, ready to share me with others, and I still couldn’t figure out how I felt about it.
And Sergey Vladimirovich? I no longer saw him as an impenetrable rock. I felt that he was basically as vulnerable as I was. After all, I had just deceived him with my husband, and he continued to consider himself the only seducer of women’s hearts here. Remembering my answers to his last questions, I blushed a little. Still, I liked being weak with him, I liked being submissive. While Oleg and I enjoyed riding the waves of excitement together, maybe even controlling him. I thought about my feelings when he caressed me from below right after another man. It’s the intense excitement of deliberately humiliating my spouse, partner, and the person I love.
Without realizing it, I was aroused by my thoughts again. I even stealthily lowered my palm down, but I realized with regret that the sheet tied tightly at my hips would not allow me to get to myself properly. The men, who had calmed down a bit, were talking about something in a relaxed manner, not forgetting to raise their glasses from time to time. No one paid much attention to me. On a sudden impulse, I carefully loosened the knot at my waist under the table and, moving my hips a little, pulled down the sheet. Now I could caress myself.
There was something perverse about caressing yourself in the presence of two men who wanted you. And the feeling between her legs was especially sweet. Alternately looking at the men, trying to keep a calm expression on my face, I caressed the rapidly moistening cleft and clitoris. It couldn’t go on like this for long. I was about to undress right in front of both men when Oleg suddenly said:
โ By the way, it’s already possible to slowly move to the steam room. I think we’ll leave the table here and go out into the fresh air.
“I’m all for it,โ Sergei replied, getting up from the table and stretching his back. The husband turned to leave the gazebo first. Sergei was waiting for me, apparently meaning to let me go ahead. Looking into his eyes, I slowly got up from my seat, feeling the sheet fall off me, presenting myself naked from below in front of the man. Looking at his round eyes, enjoying the effect, I clutched a corner of the sheet in my hand, and dragging it behind me like the train of a ball gown, I passed by the man. His hot gaze never left my neatly trimmed triangle, making my hips sway. I even wanted my husband to turn around and see that look, but I pulled myself together in time, reluctantly, and covered myself with the sheet again. Turning around, she smiled at Sergei, playfully batting her eyelashes, noting with pleasure his undisguised desire.
I already frankly wanted to. If my husband doesn’t propose some kind of development of the situation himself in the near future, I’m afraid I’ll start pestering men in the steam room myself. Oleg stopped at the entrance, letting me pass. Catching my questioning look, he nodded silently. That was encouraging.
In the steam room, men are completely unashamed
They took off my clothes (I stealthily admired Sergei’s strong buttocks) and put on the same sheets. I decided it was time to get rid of the top of the swimsuit. Adding a light touch to the erotic atmosphere that permeated the air, I invited Sergey to help me with the ties from behind, turning my back to him and looking at my husband. I felt the knot untie and the swimsuit hung loosely on my chest. Oleg wasn’t looking at me, but at Sergei behind my back. It was very difficult for me to understand this look, but I liked it. Taking off my top, I untied the sheet at my waist to tie it in the manner of a toga, and to cover my breasts, and for a short time I appeared naked in front of men, facing my husband, with my back to my lover. How exciting it all was! She turned around, smiling at Sergey Vladimirovich, and invited the men standing in a stupor to escort the lady to the steam room.
It wasn’t too stuffy there, which pleased me. We sat on the shelves and sweated for a while. When I handed my husband the broom, the sheet naturally slipped off my chest, and intercepting Oleg’s slight movement of his head, I did not correct it. I immediately felt the boss’s gaze glued to my bare chest. Her nipples immediately hardened, and sparks of excitement ran through her body.
To my surprise, Oleg turned away and lay down on the top shelf, offering me a little work with a broom. But when I started stroking him with steamed oak twigs, I realized his insidious plan: my sheet continued to slide from the movement. After a few movements, the fabric fell to my feet, leaving me naked between two men. The husband was lying with his face to the wall and could only guess what was going on. Feeling incredibly aroused, I could feel Sergei’s gaze on my buttocks, on my breasts swaying in time with the movements, now crowned with sharp pebbles of nipples. Reaching out, he touched my crotch, immediately touching my swollen lips with his fingers. I bit my lip. I did not look in his direction, giving all my attention to my husband. Does the husband really want to do this threesome? My legs felt weak at the thought.
I was ready for anything. But then Oleg abruptly got up from the shelf and, without looking at us, holding the sheet, headed for the exit.:
“I’m going to cut some firewood,” I could tell by his voice how excited he was. I took this as a signal, and as soon as the steam room door slammed behind him, releasing a cloud of hot steam, I turned to Sergey, pulling the sheet off him with trembling hands. His cock was already ready, so thick, intertwined with veins, with a large, swollen head. I wanted to kiss my lover on the lips, but he grabbed my face and pulled my head down to his cock with his hands, making it clear to me that he was not going to waste time on romance. Excited by my debauchery, I agreed to everything and opened my lips, letting this handsome man into me. Sergey did not give me the opportunity to caress him properly, immediately starting to fuck me very deep in my mouth. His swollen head poked somewhere deep in his throat, cutting off the air supply. But I got pleasure, as if absorbing it from a man. I had to put my hands on the bench. Sergey Vladimirovich continued to move my head on his penis, grabbing my dangling breasts with his other hand, squeezing them hard, causing my stifled moans. I wondered where Oleg was now: had he really gone to chop wood, or were they standing outside the door, listening to every sound, wondering exactly how he was using it.His boss is his wife, in what position? I moaned loudly with my dick in my mouth so that my husband, if he was standing outside the door, could hear it. So that I don’t doubt how good I feel right now.
Deciding that he had used my mouth enough, the boss pulled me off his penis by the hair, and pulled me back a little, looked into my eyes:
“Does my slut want to get fucked?”
“Yes,” I moaned, still clutching my hair, and it hurt a little.
โCome on, fucking say it,โ Sergei growled. I’ve never seen him so excited before.
โ Your slut wants you to fuck her! I almost screamed, imagining what my husband was feeling outside the door, having no doubt that he was there.
โ Become a cancer! โ having breathed out this order, the boss literally threw me on the bench with my stomach. With trembling hands, I lifted myself up, bending in my back, realizing that I would cum as soon as I felt his cock inside me.
He rushed in with one movement, leaning on me with all his weight, literally squeezing a deep moan out of me. He began to move quickly and powerfully, pushing me to the end, pressing his stomach against my ass. A second later, I exploded into orgasm. It even got dark in my eyes. I felt like I was literally being squeezed around a piston moving inside me.
But no one was going to give me a break โ the penis continued its measured movements.
The man’s hot breath in his ear:
โ Whose bitch are you?
A sharp and ringing slap on the buttock. I cried out softly.
โ Yours, I’m your bitch… – after the orgasm, the languor of humiliation enveloped me.
โ You will do what I say!
โWhatever you want,” complete submission washed the last thoughts out of my head, making everything in my crotch flutter again. I felt like I was going to come again.
“Whose whore are you?” โ Sergey enjoyed my breasts, squeezing them hard and pulling the nipples.
“I’m your whore,โ if someone had told me this morning that such words would come out of my mouth, I simply wouldn’t have believed it.
Suddenly, his hands left my breasts and squeezed my waist tightly. The cock slipped out of me, only to immediately poke into the anus ring. I tried to relax, feeling the thick head as it pushed my buttocks apart. I no longer had the strength to endure another marathon with my booty, and to help the man finish, I half turned to Sergey.:
“Your slut wants to get your cum in her mouth,” I tried to sound like a schoolgirl, knowing that a man wouldn’t last long from this. It didn’t work out very well, the voice was hoarse and was interrupted by convulsive sighs. But apparently it was the right thing to do.
โ Fuck, โ groaning hollowly, Sergey began to cum in my ass, without having time to do anything. His powerful body was shuddering on top of me, and his cum was hitting my rectum. I flexed my buttocks to enhance his orgasm. He bit my shoulder. Strongly. There will probably be footprints.
I didn’t have time to cum again, but I gave myself up to the pleasant bliss, as if in a dream, feeling that a penis was being extracted from me. The man’s semen spilled from his ass, drops ran down his labia. Lowering my palm, I touched this moisture, and took my wet fingers in my mouth, continuing the inertia of the undulating movements of my hips.
Sergey Vladimirovich slapped me hard on the ass, and leaving me in this position, he left the steam room.
I continued to stay in this position, as if I wanted to continue. I wanted my husband to come in and see me… like this… after another one.
A minute passed and the door really opened. I recognized my husband’s footsteps. Imagining what kind of view he had, she got aroused again. The lover’s sperm began to dry on the skin of the buttocks and perineum.
Turning my head slightly towards him, I could see how he stopped at the center of the steam room, looking at me there.
“It’s your turn, honey,” my voice sounded hoarse but gentle after the orgasm.
Oleg slowly approached. His sheet fell on the shelf next to me. I waited, rocking my booty slightly.
“Did you meet him when he went out?” โ I wanted to imagine it, how their eyes meet. Pleasure and superiority in the eyes of one, defeat and excitement in the eyes of the other.
“He went to the bathroom, I was waiting around the corner for him to come out,” my husband felt my ass, sliding his fingers over his boss’s sperm. So they haven’t met. I was surprised to feel disappointed. I would like that.
I spread my legs wider, even though my knees were already starting to hurt on the hard bench.:
โ Your wife is already ready for you, do you feel how wet everything is there? It’s his cumโฆ
A wave of lust swept over me again, I was looking forward to his cock.
“Where did he… finish?” Olezhka’s voice trailed off before the last word.
โIn the ass… come inside me, honey,” I was already seriously turned on, I wanted my husband to feel it, too, “your boss is already done with me.” I’m yours now… for a while.
When I heard a growl from behind, I felt his cock rushing into me. Crawling my knees on the shelf board, I took in a second member in a row, a second man, feeling like not a woman, but just a female for mating. And it blew the roof off. My husband didn’t last long and soon came inside me. Thinking about the fact that their cum was leaking out and mixing, I also finished. And still in the throes of orgasm, she sucked Oleg with a kiss. He hugged me, as if comforting me, and I was grateful to him for that. Reaching down, I took his penis, which was beginning to weaken, and gently caressed him, fingering his testicles.
I was facing the door, and over Oleg’s shoulder I could see Sergei Vladimirovich looking at us from the washroom, again covered with a towel. For a moment, jealousy flashed in his eyes, but then he smiled wryly and quietly disappeared.
Five minutes later, my husband and I, who had already cleaned ourselves up, joined him in the gazebo. Sergey Vladimirovich looked around at us and, smiling slightly, poured the alcohol into the glasses.:
โ I think it’s time for us all to talk a little.
My husband and I agreed with him.I sat in front of the men, blushing with shame, while at the same time barely restraining the stupid urge to giggle. I’ve been tempted to giggle like a schoolboy since the moment when the men sort of decided to “have a serious conversation.”
It turned out that it wasn’t that easy, and I wasn’t going to help them discuss me. I couldn’t even imagine how to do it. As a result, their conversation boiled down to something like:
- So you are it?… Well…
โ Well, sort of yes…
โ Ah..
And now they were sitting there looking stupid (this amused me especially in the performance of Sergei Vladimirovich, who was always so domineering and calm) and looking around, as if looking for a topic to jump on. Realizing that only my spontaneity could save the situation, I, as I was in the sheet in which I wrapped myself after a sex marathon in the steam room, got up from the bench, and holding the folds of damp cloth on my chest, gave the men a kiss. For real, on the lips, starting with his boss, who was a little tense in the presence of his lawful spouse, and ending with Olezhka, who in turn squinted in the direction of the boss. After that, the men looked at each other in confusion and reached for the bottles. It lightened the atmosphere at the table a bit, and I helped them fill their glasses, remembering that I was, after all, the hostess.
The sun began to periodically hide behind clouds, the air was a little fresher, and the damp sheet on my naked body made me think about what to change into. Leaving the men behind on the pretext of cutting lettuce, I ran into the house and changed into my second swimsuit, remembering with a smile the fate of the first one. This one was more private and, in general, more in line with the atmosphere of a friendly feast that has now been established in the gazebo. After what happened, I thought that men wouldn’t remember dessert in my form for a while, and I was a little grated and sore at the bottom.
She brought the men a salad, sat down opposite them and, resting her chin on her palm, began to examine them, not listening to the conversation, which, under the alcoholic fumes, became more and more incoherent and chaotic, but at the same time relaxed. They were looking at me now solely as a drinking buddy, and that was fine with me for now. They were so different, and each one was desirable to me in his own way. One complemented the other, and I suddenly thought that only together they could give me everything I would like from sex. For the first time, I asked myself the question, would I be able to give myself to these two men at the same time? How will I feel about it? My heart sped up at the thought. Would men want it? After all, it’s only in porn movies that all men as one want to meet together in the body of some sultry blonde. It seemed to me that not everything was so clear. And I wasn’t sure about myself either. In my fantasies, I imagined kissing my husband while being fucked from behind by another. There was something to it.โฆ what can hardly be described is some kind of forbidden pleasure. But in reality, it’s not just a kiss.โฆ I tried to imagine what it would be like to feel two aroused male organs inside me at once. My body immediately responded, goosebumps ran down my breasts to my nipples, and I shivered in my closed swimsuit, suddenly feeling that it had become somehow too tight, sweetly annoying.
Feeling like I was getting drunk, too, I hid behind a martini glass, glancing at the men from behind it.
It’s probably best to just give in to the course of events and let the men decide what happens and how.
Meanwhile, evening was falling. Everything I had saved had already been eaten and drunk, which gave me reason to believe that men would no longer be interested in me today. I shook my head, dispelling the slight disappointment of this discovery, and invited the men to wrap up.
โBeds for Sergey Vladimirovich, too,” Oleg offered, looking at me with a bleary eye.
“You can’t drive anyway,” he continued, turning to his boss.
He leeringly looked at my form in a swimsuit, as if he had noticed it for the first time at the table, and nodded:
โ You’re right, I’ll wait here with you until tomorrow. I’ll just make a call,” he got up noisily and walked off into the twilight with the phone. With unreasonable jealousy, it suddenly occurred to me that he would call his wife. I’ve become so used to thinking of this man as my own! Yeah, what’s going on in a drunk girl’s head?
Oleg helped me clean up the table and I went to get ready for the night. Moths were already fluttering under the lamp built into the ceiling of the gazebo, playing with shadows, and the voice of some bird suffering from insomnia could be heard from the forest. I’ve always loved being in the country at this time.: It’s so quiet and romantic.
I made up a single bed for the boss in one room, and laid out an old creaky Soviet sofa for my husband and me in the other. Smoothing the sheet on Sergei Vladimirovich’s bed, she lingered for a while and, after a pause, sat down on it, fingering the folds of the fabric. Making a bed for her lover next to her husband was
It’s so unusual and exciting. Despite the satisfaction I had received not so long ago, a slight excitement fluttered in me again. With a pleasant longing, anticipating what might happen on this bed, I got up and, grabbing a toothbrush and towel, left the house. There was only a shower in the sauna, and in the gathering dusk, I put my feet in flip-flops and headed there along the stone path. Sergei Vladimirovich came out to meet me, drops of water glistened on his body, and a large shaggy towel was wrapped around his hips. Apparently, he had already taken a shower.
โCome inside, your room is on the right, I’ve already made up the bed,” I smiled at him.
The man briefly pulled me to him, smelling a pleasant shower gel, kissed me on the temple and left.
I took a shower stall and stood under the hot jets and began to lather up. The curtain slid back and my husband dived in. He was already naked and smiling, holding a washcloth in his hands
.
“You can rub me all over,โ I said, turning my butt to him and bracing my hands against the wall. His hands slid lightly over the soapy skin. He ran his fingers from her neck down her back to her buttocks, moved to her stomach and lower, and rose to her chest. He pulled at her nipples with light pinches. I caught myself thinking that Olezhka’s caresses had become more sophisticated and sensual. He hadn’t been like this before, and I was pleased with the change.
He turned me around to face him and we kissed for a while under the hot jets. Finally, his cock pressed into my stomach.
“Already?” I looked into my husband’s eyes, smiling, “I thought we’d all calmed down for today.”โฆ
My husband did not answer, looking at me seriously. With light strokes, he lowered his hands to my ass and now reached my anus with a soapy finger. Finally, he said:
“Will you go to him at night?”
These words made me feel a little weak in my legs.
“Do you want to?” โ I smiled, I didn’t want Oleg to take it all so seriously. It was much easier to perceive it as an erotic adventure and flirtation.
Shifting my hips, I rubbed my stomach against his cock. The crimson head glistened from the water.
Oleg didn’t answer, but his finger penetrated my ass a little and started making circular movements there. My front ached with anticipation.
“Are you going to watch?” โ I touched his shoulders and chest with light kisses, โ or are you also… with us?โฆ
I took his cock in my hand, massaging it.
Oleg sighed, pulled away from me a little and focused on washing:
“We’ll see,” he muttered, not looking me in the eye. He obviously didn’t want to end everything right there, and, like me, he was waiting for the continuation.
After rinsing off, Oleg pulled on a change of underwear, I wrapped myself in a fresh sheet, and holding hands like a couple of teenagers, we went into the house.
The light in Sergey Vladimirovich’s room was already turned off, and after a little hesitation in the hallway, I followed Oleg to our sofa. We lay down and for a while the only sound in the house was the chirping of some kind of cricket under the window and the ticking of an old wall clock. Thinking about my men, I reached out to Oleg with my lips, feeling the still tense penis with my hand. He returned the kiss and we began to kiss selflessly. The sofa responded to our movements with heart-rending creaks, and I had no doubt that our boss could hear everything right now.
Her husband laid a trail of wet kisses from the cleavage between her breasts down her stomach. I moved my hips in anticipation, trying to finally get rid of the tangled sheet on me. Here is his hot breath in my crotch and finally his lips lightly touch mine. Impatiently, I spread my legs wider, running my fingers through Olezhka’s hair. Now I couldn’t hold back my light moans, guessing how Sergey Vladimirovich must feel right now. I imagined the blanket covering his groin rising above his groin area, and biting my lip, I literally pressed Olezhka’s head into his crotch. His tongue finally began its sweet torture, tickling her clitoris with quick movements and aggressively penetrating between the folds inside. I quickly moisturized.
Finally, feeling the orgasm coming from afar, I pulled away. Oleg moved up on his elbows and kissed me on the lips. I let his tongue in, tasting myself. His penis started poking between my legs, but I stopped him.:
“Honey, did you prepare me well for your boss?” “I knew what he wanted to hear. I saw how it turned him on, and then I went to him.
Oleg rolled onto his side, looking at me. His gaze was hard to make out in the darkness of the room. I could only see his eyes twinkle and hear his heavy, excited breathing.
โThen go,” his whisper was barely audible.
Creaking the sofa, I stood on the cold floorboards, and as I was, naked, tiptoed towards the boss’s room. For a moment, my silhouette flashed in the mirror. Lunar
the light beautifully illuminated the excited body.
This is his room. It was darker here because of the night curtains. Standing on the threshold, I tried to see something, sure that he was awake. Suddenly, the night light switch clicked and a soft yellow light flooded the room. I blinked, foolishly covering my lower abdomen with my hands.
Sergei was sitting on the bed, looking at me in the doorway. I excitedly felt like I was on a panel, my nipples hardened, and I finally lowered my arms, presenting myself naked in front of the man’s gaze. He pulled back the sheet, showing me his device, which was already a little tense, and made a sign in his direction, as if inviting me to take care of it.
The sofa creaked behind me, and I realized that Oleg was taking a more comfortable position to watch an upcoming adult movie. In an unlit room, he could remain invisible to Sergei and me, seeing everything in detail himself.
I approached the man and knelt on the rough rug by the bed. She reached out with her hands to her manhood, which had already gained strength and was now proudly rushing up, exposing her large head. There is no woman in the world who could calmly look at an excited male member. With trembling fingers, I felt his testicles, massaged the trunk, and finally, feeling the man’s strong hand on my head, I bent down and opened my lips. The head entered the mouth at an angle, sliding along the cheek, which my boss held with his palm on the outside. I could feel his penis stretching my mouth. His palm began to gently pat the cheek against which the head rested. Despite the humiliation of this dubious caress, I flowed, feeling a sharp arousal. The penis began to move deeper and, unable to swallow, I felt the moisture from my mouth trickle down my chin onto my chest. With my fingers, I rubbed her over the pebbles of her nipples, making a deep moan.
There were no unnecessary words, everything happened under my soft moans and creaks of the bed.
Finally, the boss was satisfied with my mouth and pulled me into bed by the hair, turning me on my back. Breathing heavily, I spread my legs, feeling the man’s big body turning powerfully between them, getting comfortable. Finally, he put all his weight on top of me and pushed his piston into me. He was just stretching me from below with his thick cock, and I couldn’t help moaning. With my husband, the feelings were completely different.
Thrusting his organ into me, the boss began to kiss my neck, licking my earlobe. I was floating away. Yielding to a sudden urge, I gently whispered in the man’s ear:
โ My husband sees us nowโฆ
He didn’t respond, but his movements became even tougher and faster.
“He sent me to you,” I continued to sweetly whisper in my lover’s ear.
The man rolled over onto his back, dragging me with him, almost rolling off the narrow bed, and I found myself in a horsewoman’s pose. Lifting me slightly by the hips, he began to drive his cock into me from below. I ended up at the door with my booty, imagining what kind of view my husband is opening now. A short orgasm completely unexpectedly shook me in the man’s arms, leaving me dangling like a doll in his arms. Her heavy breasts swayed from side to side, her nipples touching the man’s chest. The release, oddly enough, only increased the excitement.
Sergey Vladimirovich slowed down his movements in me a little, apparently trying to prolong the sensations. I bent down, kissing him on the lips, caressing his tongue with my tongue. His hands left my breasts and went to my buttocks, pushing them apart. One finger persistently massaged the hole of the ass, sometimes dipping lower to take some moisture. I realized with longing that I would soon feel his cock in my ass.
Then the floorboard creaked behind me, and I felt Oleg’s cool hands on my waist. Sergey Vladimirovich, realizing that we were no longer alone, expectantly slowed down and looked behind me. His excited gaze expressed nothing but passion. The male didn’t care who he shared me with right now, as long as he got what he wanted. I was captivated by such animal passion.
Oleg’s hands began to stroke me, giving me new sensations. Being on one man’s cock and being caressed by another was something!
Subconsciously wanting to take responsibility for everything that was happening, I slid off Sergei and found myself on my back, between my husband and my boss, with my legs spread out, leaving the men to do whatever they wanted.
The boss was the first to lay down on me again, pushing his machine all the way in one motion. My husband sat down by the side of the bed, caressing my body with his hands. Sergei pulled me by my hips, lifting my ass from the wet sheet, and began to penetrate me steadily, kneeling on the bed. My husband squeezed my shaking breasts, caressed my lips with his fingers.
It was like being in the arms of some fabulous creature with four arms. At the same time, I was acutely aware that one of these men was mine.
my legal spouse, who has the exclusive right to me. He bent down, trying to kiss me on the lips, but I unexpectedly pulled away from myself:
“no, honey… just look,” I whispered to him, looking into his eyes, feeling the other’s cock moving inside me. Oleg shifted his frozen gaze between my legs, to where his boss’s large baton was scurrying. My husband’s cock was as hard and long as ever when I put my palm on it, moving along the trunk.
From my words, Sergey wheezed hollowly, and accelerating, he began to discharge sperm into me. While his cock was throbbing inside me, I managed to cum sweetly, twirling my spouse’s penis in my hand. Now he leaned over and kissed me, prolonging my orgasm with this kiss, making me twitch on his boss’s cock and whine subtly.
Having finished, Sergey fell off well and got out of bed. His husband immediately took his place. His stiff cock easily slid into me over the boss’s cum. After all, right after Sergey’s fat organ, I felt the difference between men. But when Olezhka leaned on me and pushed me to the end, a pleasant longing spread inside โ he reached further than the boss, affecting some areas that had not yet been caressed during the evening. The marathon continued. As I moaned, Oleg pounded his cock into me, and I looked into the eyes of Sergei, who was sprawled naked in an armchair next to the bed. I was already beside myself with excitement, I leaned back on the pillow, covering my eyes with my hand, crawling from the bumps on the bed. Oleg, under the gaze of our boss, still could not finish. But the cock inside me was still as hard. Peeking from behind my palm, I noticed that from our performance with Oleg, Sergey Vladimirovich was getting excited again.
I exerted all my strength and rolled on top of Oleg, still not sure what I wanted to achieve with this. Olejek remained inside me, and moving on him now, I cast an inviting glance at the boss from under my eyelashes. Oleg caught my eye and also looked at the boss. No one said a word, but Sergei got up and walked behind me.
I arched my back in longing, lifting my ass towards the man. He took his time, and while Oleg gently rocked me back and forth on his organ, our boss caressed my crotch with his fingers, then pressed the ring of my anus with his moistened thumb, relaxing me there. So he pressed me hard by the waist to Oleg, forcing me to bend right up to the crunch, and began to carefully push his cock into my ass. It hurt a little, but the pleasure of this debauchery and arousal made me endure, allowing the man to penetrate deeper with smooth forward movements. Oleg stopped moving, and looked at me with burning eyes from below. I leaned even closer to him and breathed into his lips.:
“He’s already inside me.”โฆ
Oleg squeezed my chest with a groan and started moving again. Now Sergey joined him, also grabbing my breasts, stroking my ass with his hand.
That’s what happened! There were two men in me at once, which some time ago I could only have dreamed of in some erotic dream after two weeks of abstinence. The members rubbed into me, stretching me like a glove put on thick fingers. Sergey Vladimirovich slapped me hard on the ass, so that tears sprang from my eyes:
โ Mmmm, that’s a good bitchโฆ
I liked the rude praise now, and I kissed my husband, trying to convey my state to him, trying to share this excitement with him. Under the thrusts of the boss, I caressed my husband’s lips with my own, sometimes ridiculously poking my nose into him.
Sergei was the first to cum in my ass, pushing me to the limit, pressing his stomach against my ass. Realizing what was happening, Oleg couldn’t resist hitting the uterus with a tight stream. The moans of men, better than any flattery, made me gently sway my hips until they calmed down.
Sergey Vladimirovich, in one movement that caused a storm of sensations, took the penis out of my ass, causing some of the sperm to immediately spill down my rubbed labia. I slid off my husband by myself, barely catching my breath.
I didn’t have time to cum, despite the excitement. The strangeness of the sensations affected. I finished a little later, taking turns sucking the men’s overworked penises, lowering my hand down and playing with my clitoris with my finger.
After a while, the house fell into a contented sleep. The husband went to the sofa. I stayed asleep in the boss’s bed, resting my head on Sergey Vladimirovich’s chest, fingering the hairs in his groin.It’s been about a week since the memorable events at the cottage. Everything went as usual. Work, sometimes sex with the boss at lunchtime, home, dinner, sex with my husband while I tell you about the day’s events. The three of us haven’t been able to do it together yet. I was beginning to suspect that the boss was specifically sending Oleg on errands, and while he wasn’t in the building, he was calling
me on the carpet. And sometimes in the truest sense of the word, I’ve already ruined several pairs of stockings, crawling my knees on the hard carpet of the boss’s office while he was satisfying his whims with me. It began to seem that he was jealous of my husband. It was not entirely clear to me: it seemed that the boss should no longer be shy of my spouse. Although Oleg later, comparing everything by time, told me that, as a rule, at that time he was raking in for the boss at the tax office or somewhere else while he was using his wife. Oleg continued to be excited by this topic. More than once, during our evening caresses, he asked me to tell him the details of what and how… and where. And I, turned on in earnest by my story about my boss, remembering everything in great detail, with my husband’s penis inside, experienced my most vivid orgasms.
But I began to notice that after such sex, Olezhka began to distance himself from me. He didn’t want to lie down together like I loved him anymore. Now, after he came and came to himself, he would find his underpants in the rumpled bed and go into the shower. And after the shower, I went to the kitchen and drank tea, looking through some documents on my laptop. It bothered me a little. I took this attitude from the boss for granted, maybe it was even this kind of neglect that turned me on. But that’s not what I wanted from my husband. And nowโฆ
On one of these evenings, when my legal spouse, before he could bring me to the highest point, discharged himself in my ass, I lay listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom. The excitement sadly faded away, having not found a way out. There was no satisfaction even from being close to my lover after sex โ as it became usual, he kissed me on the cheek and immediately went into the shower. The bathroom door opened, the light switch clicked, and I heard my husband go into the kitchen.
Sighing, I found a nightgown and went to the shower. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair. After a bit of hesitation, I decided to go to Oleg’s kitchen before going to bed, and if not to talk, then at least sit next to him and have a drink.
Oleg was hunched over his laptop screen, intently reading something. I lightly ran my fingers through his hair and sat down next to him. The husband reluctantly looked away from the screen:
โ Tea before going to bed?
I nodded.
“Then pour me another drink,โ he pushed the empty cup towards me, staring at the screen again.
For a while, I sat looking at my husband, not knowing how to react to such blatant harassment of my person. Then, feeling somehow superfluous here, I got up and turned to the stove to fill the kettle. All of a sudden, tears welled up in my eyes and I sobbed softly. My hand with the cup trembled and in order not to drop it, I put it on the counter next to the stove, trying to control myself. Oleg undoubtedly heard everything, but he continued to sit there without making any attempts to comfort me. Unable to stand it, I cried out loud, annoyed with myself, but unable to stop. It was so unfair! I understood why my husband treated me differently, but weren’t we making these decisions together? Suddenly I remembered the time when I openly deceived Olezhka, giving myself to the boss behind his back. Maybe he finally found out about it? Maybe Sergey Vladimirovich told him about it himself in order to humiliate him in some other way? These thoughts made me cry and I stopped trying to fill the kettle and turned to leave the kitchen.
Oleg gently stopped me by taking my hand. He got up, pulled me to him and hugged me. I’ve missed it so much!
“It will all be over soon,” he said softly.
I buried my face in his chest and sobbed softly. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I didn’t want to ask him anything right now. I just needed to stand there with my arms around him, feeling his hand lightly stroke my hair. After waiting for me to calm down, Oleg pulled back a little and looked into my eyes.:
“I’m working on something.” Can you help me?” โ it was unusual to see him so focused and serious.
I nodded my disheveled head, more preoccupied with thinking about how I look now with a reddened nose and puffy eyes than about what Oleg had come up with. The main thing is that he needs me.
My husband turned the laptop screen towards me. I looked at it, didn’t understand anything, and turned my questioning gaze back to Oleg. There was an image of some kind of registration card or statement, or something like that, with names and numbers I didn’t recognize.
“What’s that?”
โ Registration file of our company. Extract. Did you know that all the assets of the company are registered to the wife of our boss?
I shook my head, confused. Why all this now?
โ And no one knows, except, probably, the chief accountant. Oleg stared thoughtfully at the monitor again.
“What’s all this about?” “I’m still okay.”
I didn’t understand, but I instinctively felt that my husband was planning something dangerous.
Oleg sighed, looked at my figure in a new nightgown, got up from his chair, walked behind me. His voice sounded close to my ear.:
“To the fact that I don’t like the way our dear boss behaved,” his hands went to my chest, covered with a thin lace nightgown, and squeezed lightly, “no one can fuck my wife behind my back with impunity.
At the same time, his lips took my earlobe, and his fingers began to play with my nipples. It seemed to me that now was not the time for this, but the body responded to the caress … or to the phrase “fuck my wife.” I licked my dry lips.:
“I thought… you liked it when Iโฆ that you like it,” I chose my words, afraid of scaring Olezhka away. I wanted to know what he was up to. I loved that we were back together.
He snuggled up to me, and I felt that he was already tense down there. His hands slid down her body, and went up again, but this time under her nightgown. He caressed my bare stomach.
โ I like it, but not like this, โ his hand slid lower, covered my crotch, and began to stroke, โ have you noticed that he sends me somewhere all the time?
I nodded, getting excited, and spread my legs a little wider. His middle finger immediately took advantage of it, making me exhale languidly.
“Did you think he was falling in love with you?”…what’s jealous of me? Oleg tightened his fingers on my folds below, as if in punishment for the very possibility of such a thing.
Of course, I felt the changes in Sergey Vladimirovich’s behavior, and intuitively guessed the reasons, but now I shook my head negatively.
Oleg inserted his finger into me: I was already ready. It was so hard to focus on her husband’s words in this state, but he continued:
โ He’s not as cool as he wants to appear. I found out that the capital for this business was provided to him by his wife’s father. That’s why everything is written on it,” I was now more focused on his finger inside me, which began to make progressive movements, than on his words. I raised one hand behind my back, caressing his hair, his lips touching my neck.
โ And what does it give us? โ I already wanted to feel his cock inside me and send all these conversations away, but I understood that all this was important.
โ His wife is a dumb Burenka, I’ve already talked to her. But Sergei Vladimirovich’s fatherโinโlaw is a tough comrade, and at the same time Olezhka’s finger was moving faster and faster in me and was also quite tough. With a sudden weakness, I wondered if I might soon have to get to know Sergei Vladimirovich’s father-in-law better.
Oleg seemed to hear my thoughts.:
โ The peasant is a little old, of course… but he solves questions quickly.
My husband finally bent me over the table, and pulling my nightgown up on my back, he put his hands on my waist. His hard end passed between my legs and began to rub me from below, while still.without going inside. Everything was already aching there, and I was afraid that I would lose the thread of the conversation.
“Why do we need him?”
“If he finds out that my sonโinโlaw is walking to the left, there won’t be a wet spot left of our dear boss,” my husband finally reached my wet spot with his penis, and began to slowly enter, gently rocking me.
I suddenly felt unwell.:
“What’s he going to do to him?”
My husband concentrated on pushing his tool into me for a while, and when he pressed his stomach tightly against my ass, he exhaled with pleasure and continued:
- Nothing special, the company will take away.
Despite my excitement, I felt sorry for the boss. In the end, it was all three of us’ fault that the three of us had a relationship. And my share is the most. But I didn’t want to contradict my husband now:
โ What will I have to do?
“What you love,” my husband moved harder inside me, our bodies slapped around the kitchen, his elastic testicles poked into my swollen labia, “give it to our chef again.
His words sent a jolt of excitement through me.:
“How do you want me to… do that?” โ the thought that I would do this with the boss under the dictation of my husband was exciting. I felt like an insidious seductress, because after this sex, my boss was supposed to lose everything. At least according to her husband’s plan. I was a little afraid of this plan, but it was all out there, far away, and then, and now there was only excitement and lust. Starting to moan softly, I arched even lower, pulling down the straps of my nightgown and freeing my chest, I sank onto the table. From contact with the cool surface of the table, the nipples hardened and ached sweetly.
Oleg reached for his breast with one hand, starting to knead it, twirling the nipple with his fingers.
โ Starting tonight, I’ll install a camera in his office. โ his voice was hoarse with excitement, sounding close to his ear, โ and in the morning you will come to him before the meeting. Bring some coffee.
“But he drinks after the meeting,” he said in a strangled voice.
I moaned, feeling in my gut how Olezhka’s cock was swelling inside me.
โYour problems,โ my husband lightly slapped my ass, eliciting another sweet moan.
“Get dressed somehow… so that he doesn’t get away.” I need him to fuck you before the meeting,” I whined with excitement, “there are a lot of people there during the meeting… the camera will be noticed.”โฆ I want to pick her up before the meeting, after he fucks you.
Oleg’s voice was choked, and I could feel his excitement.
“What can I do?”โฆ Tell me… โ I wanted my husband to tell me himself how to satisfy his boss.
“Close the door… put the coffee on the table.”โฆ You’ll kneel next to his chair,” my husband was furiously thrusting his stiff penis into me, “and ask me to give it to you in my mouth.”โฆ He can’t refuse.
I groaned loudly, imagining myself doing all this in my shortest skirt.
“Then you’ll lie back on the table.”โฆ I don’t want your face on the camera,” my husband breathed hotly into my ear, “spread your legs and ask me to fuck you.”โฆ
He pushed his cock into me hard and froze for a moment before the last sentence:
โ… like the last fucking thing!
Unable to stand it, I began to cum, twitching convulsively on his cock. My vision went dark, and I think I even screamed something. The orgasm was so intense that the sensations were comparable to pain. With the final touch of pleasure, I felt inside how Olejka’s sperm was spreading inside me.
Then we lay together in our bed. My head rested on his shoulder, I caressed his chest with my fingers and stared thoughtfully into the darkness of the bedroom. Oleg wasn’t sleeping either. What he was planning was too much for me. I never suspected that my husband could be so… brave? Cruel? I couldn’t even find the right word.
โ You know, he’s not the only one to blame… โ I was surprised that I was trying to protect Sergei.
The husband stirred in displeasure:
“I don’t give a fuck.”
I was silent, knowing that Oleg would still want to explain to me how he feels, what motivates him. My approval and understanding were important to him. After a minute, he continued:
โ He behaved incorrectly. He wanted to… take you away from me,” his voice sounded hollow in the darkness and fell silent. I understood what he wanted to say. I’ve felt lately that the boss is trying to make me his property. This was expressed in an unspoken unwillingness to share me with my husband, in attempts to put him away at a time when we were having sex; in particularly unpleasant assignments that Oleg was now forced to carry out instead of his boss. I wasn’t happy with this state of affairs either. Sex with the boss was starting to lose its edge, and only now, thinking about it, I began to understand why: my husband was no longer involved in this sex. I don’t mean a threesome right now. Previously, I was turned on either by Oleg’s ignorance of my connection with his boss at the beginning, or vice versa by his presence later. Now there was neither one nor the other. And being a simple concubine of your boss was so banal.
“I’m only yours, you know.” Everything else is a game,” I reached for his lips and kissed him lightly. Oleg squeezed my shoulder and hugged me briefly. He obviously wasn’t going to continue explaining, so I decided to ask the question myself:
“What happens later if everything works out?”
My husband was silent for a while, running his fingers through my hair.
โ His father-in-law will need someone to run the company. The business is really profitable, such connections have been established. And I’m basically the second person in the office. I know all the partners.
“But if his fatherโin-law finds out that we set this up.”โฆ
“Let’s hope he doesn’t.” Even if he finds out that my wife is in the video.โฆ It turns out that I’m a victim. It turns out that Sergey Vladimirovich dumped me, just like him.โฆ
“Then what will happen to me?” โ I suddenly imagined that the father-in-law of the chief would want to take revenge on the destroyer of his daughter’s family hearth and shivered. The plan was starting to seem more and more insane to me.
“Nothing’s going to happen to you. He’s not stupid. The secretary doesn’t have much choice if the boss is bothering her: either to go outside or to bed. In general, we will make you another victim of a lustful boss.
I realized that it was useless to argue. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Olezhka so determined. In addition, to be honest, the prospect of making her husband the head of the company loomed pleasantly on the horizon. And what did we lose in case of failure? A questionable relationship with a boss that we both stopped enjoying? A job that could not be considered particularly monetary, and which now promised to become completely problematic? After all, it’s not the 90s anymore, and I didn’t believe it could end in some kind of violent crime. As a last resort, we’ll go to the city where Oleg’s parents lived and try to start over there.
I sighed wearily: how complicated everything was because of
my desire to have fun. Although if we recall Sergey’s insistence on her husband’s birthday, which is exactly how it all started, as well as her husband’s unexpectedly revealed desires and preferences, I could not consider myself the only culprit of what was happening.
Calming myself down a little with this thought, I tried to fall asleep.
The day of “X” has arrived. The night before, my husband told me that everything was ready.
In the morning, after a light breakfast, I stood in front of an open wardrobe, choosing what to impress my boss with one last time. It’s still strange how human sexuality works – even realizing what kind of meanness I was about to commit, I felt some excitement, pulling on tiny lace panties, and choosing my shortest skirt, which allowed everyone to find out what color underwear I was wearing, as soon as I forgot about caution a little.
When I was fastening a light lace bra on my chest, my husband came up from behind, gently stopped my hands, and took it off, looking into my eyes in the mirror. I got even more turned on. So he doesn’t want me to wear a bra. Well, then a low-cut white blouse would be perfect. Cloth.It allowed her to hide her darkening nipples, but softly hugging her breasts left no doubt that there was bare flesh underneath. It was a little chilly today, and I thought that sticking out my nipples would be unnecessary, but we were already starting to be late, and I threw my keys, makeup bag, and phone into my bag and flew out after my husband.
There was hardly anyone else in the sleepy office building in the morning. Oleg walked me to my workplace, kissed the corner of my lips goodbye so as not to smudge my lipstick, and left. I was trying to control my excitement, putting my stuff on the table, sorting through the papers to sign, when Sergey Vladimirovich walked by. He looked tired and didn’t get enough sleep. He grunted “hello” to me and glanced in my direction. It seemed to me that there was a twinkle in his eyes when he appreciated my outfit, at least the part of it that was visible from behind the table.
“Bring the coffee.”
Well, at least that part of my assignment was getting easier. The boss, who couldn’t sleep, wanted coffee in the morning, and I wouldn’t have to come up with an excuse. But on the other hand, will I be able to get him in this state?
After making coffee and carefully holding it on the tray with one hand, I opened the door with the other and went in to the boss. The lock clicked softly behind me as I turned the latch. We weren’t supposed to be disturbed now. There was still about an hour left before the meeting, and there should have been enough time for everything. My heart was beating somewhere high in my chest when, under Sergei’s attentive gaze, I walked with a tray to his desk, feeling my unfettered breasts sway under my blouse to the beat of my steps and the fabric of my short skirt stretch over my hips. I glanced furtively around the office, wondering where exactly my husband had hidden the camera. He explained to me that it would be a shelf opposite the boss’s desk, but when I glanced there, I didn’t notice anything. Knowing that I was being filmed didn’t add to my confidence at all.
The boss watched with satisfaction as I set the tray in front of him, took the cup from the saucer and straightened up.
“You look great… come in for lunch today,โ Sergey smiled, apparently imagining what he was going to do to me at lunch. But I was not satisfied with this turn in any way, everything should have happened before the meeting! In addition, it was necessary to somehow pick up the camera before the meeting. Oleg’s plans were that after sex, Sergei Vladimirovich would leave the office to go to the toilet or just freshen up, and I would quickly pull out the camera.
Biting my lip in confusion, worried, I stopped at the table. Sergey took the coffee with one hand and lifted the laptop lid with the other, intending to immerse himself in work. Something had to be done urgently. I’ve made up my mind!
Feeling like some kind of cheapie, I put my hands under my skirt and rolled down my panties. Stepping over my heels, I took off my panties and, holding them on one finger, shook them in front of the boss’s nose. When I was sure I’d managed to get his attention, I dropped a tiny piece of lace onto the keyboard.
Sergey Vladimirovich turned around in his chair with interest and put his cup on the table. Without hurrying to do anything, waiting for the show to continue, he looked at me silently with a slight smile.
Embarrassed and at the same time feeling growing arousal, I began to unbutton my blouse with nervously twitching fingers. In the cool air of the office, her bare breasts were covered with goosebumps, and her nipples tightened and hardened. Feeling a pleasant longing between my legs, I opened my blouse wider, revealing myself.
“Did you close the door?” โ the boss’s voice started to sound excited, I was on the right track.
“Yes,” remembering my husband’s instructions, I sank smoothly.
kneeling next to the boss’s chair, excitedly stroking her breasts, under his burning gaze. It was so sweet to realize that I was doing this for my husband, that he would see everything later, and that the boss did not know about it.
“Does my bitch want something?” The boss arched an eyebrow questioningly, looking at my body.
- yes.
“What’s that?”
Swallowing, I said softly,
“I want your cock… in my mouth,” I could already call him “you” for the last few days, but at such moments something inside me wanted to be humiliated.
Lifting my skirt with one hand, I exposed my lower abdomen. The boss’s gaze immediately glued itself to my crotch, which was clean-shaven today.
He leaned back in his chair and unbuckled his seat belt. Impatiently, I licked my lips, watching him work on his fly. Finally, his thick, tense penis was released, the foreskin still hiding the large head.
A short order followed:
“Take it.”
I obediently took a couple of awkward steps on my knees, approached his feet and pressed my lips to the phallus. The tart male scent made my head spin and, closing my eyes, I began to cover it with kisses, sliding my tongue along the trunk, gradually moistening it.
โLook at me, bitch,” the new order cut into his ear, however, causing only more excitement. I obediently looked up at the boss, and continued to suck his cock, now looking at him from under my shaggy eyelashes. His eyes darkened, and his face hardened. Soon I felt his heavy hand on the back of my head. Now the initiative was in his hands. Pulling my hair back into a ponytail, he moved my head back and forth over his cock. The hard plunger moved in his mouth, the slippery rounded head poked into his throat, making it difficult to swallow. And soon, in order not to choke, I had to release some of the moisture from my mouth through the tight ring of my lips. It slid down my neck to my chest and below. Trying to keep my blouse wearable, I wriggled out of it, leaving only my skirt, which is now bunched at the waist. My blouse was left lying on the floor like a white flag, indicating my surrender to the man. As usual, the man’s piston inexorably moving in my mouth made everything swell from below, and a slight tremor began to run along the inner surface of my thighs and stomach, indicating that my orgasm was close. Now I honestly admitted to myself that oral sex with my husband did not give me such strong sensations. Apparently, it was about the moral and emotional component. Such a mouth fuck with the boss was forbidden and humiliating, and that’s probably why it turned me on so much.
Soon, my wide-open mouth began to ache, and I remembered that my husband wanted more than just a blowjob. Besides, I wasn’t sure if sitting on my knees at the boss’s desk was a good way to get into the camera’s field of view. Something had to be changed.
After waiting until the man finally released me so I could lick his testicles, I pulled back, wiping the moisture from my chin with my palm, looking up into the man’s eyes. I got up from my knees, unbuttoned the lock of my skirt, stepped over the fabric that had fallen down, and remained naked in front of the man. Dodging the boss’s hands reaching out to me, I sat down on the table in front of him with a smile and pushed the papers aside, sinking back onto the cool laminate tabletop. Between my bent knees, I could see Sergey Vladimirovich’s face, flushed with excitement. He stood up to his full height, his trousers fell down, and he began unbuttoning his shirt. Looking out from under my lashes at the mighty cock ready for battle, which was now swaying from side to side while its owner was straightening out his clothes, I stroked my breasts and nipples in longing.
Finally, the boss pushed me by the hips to the edge of the table, and I felt his hot head between my crotch.
โ What should I say? โ the boss stared at me expectantly, continuing to rub his penis there.
I was ready to say anything just to feel him inside me. Remembering my husband’s words the day before, I licked my dry lips and said,
“Fuck me… like the last whore,” the words aloud ignited something in me, I heard the boss growl, and I finished at the same time as his cock penetrated me. The phallus did not stop inside me for a second, massaging the vaginal muscles contracted by orgasm, prolonging and enhancing my sensations. In order not to scream, I bit my lip, trying to limit myself to moaning.
Right now, for me, there was no camera, no husband, only Sergei’s piston moving inside me, only ancient instincts, only lust making me squirm on the table. Under the man’s thrusts, I crawled around the table, my ass began to rub against the hard edge of the tabletop. Sergei threw my slender legs over his shoulders and moved rigidly, sometimes bending down to crush my breasts with rough hands.
With your fingers. I suddenly wanted to tilt my head back and look at the camera, at least where it should have been. So that my husband could see my eyes at that moment. But remembering my husband’s order in time, I restrained myself.
Sergei began to accelerate inside me, his heavy testicles pressing harder and harder into me as he pushed his whole body as far as possible. His orgasm was close, and wanting to give my lover a sharper feeling at last, I exhaled softly:
โ Into my mouth … pleaseโฆ
The penis immediately jumped out of me and Sergey quickly took a step to the side, at the same time turning me around by the hair on his desk, pulling me up to his groin. His wet cock lay on top of my face, I began to caress it with my tongue, pressing it to me with my palm, and then the sperm hit. Trying to catch the head with my lips, I opened my mouth wide, but the convulsively twitching phallus erupted on my cheeks, forehead and hair. Finally, Sergei himself directed his penis into my mouth with his hand and I took the rest of the semen there. I held his cum in my mouth, rolled it with my tongue, trying to remember the taste of it, realizing that this man might not be in my life anymore. I used my fingers to collect this moisture from my face and put my wet fingers in my mouth.
Sergey Vladimirovich, having received his reward, pulled away, and now casually examined my wet face, in traces of his sperm. I was already used to such looks after sex, and now it didn’t bother me at all.
After a few more minutes, he helped me get ready, I worked on myself with napkins, pulled on my panties that I had taken off in time and buttoned my skirt. My makeup bag was left in my bag in the waiting room, but no one was supposed to be there yet. People will start to catch up to the meeting in about half an hour.
The camera was safely removed from behind the folders stacked in the back of the rack, while the boss went out and went down to his car for something.
Now everything was in Oleg’s hands.
It’s been about a month. Olezhka and I were tumbling in bed in the evening, footage of my crazy sex with our former boss flashed on the TV screen in the bedroom. Oleg was incredibly excited by this video, and I liked it too, except for a few shots at the end, where my face was still wet with traces of male semen. Everything didn’t go as smoothly as my husband had planned, and I still had to quit. The owner of the property insisted on this. My husband, pretending to be an angry cuckold, quickly agreed with him, and now we were hiding our relationship. It wasn’t difficult, the father-in-law of the former boss didn’t really get into the business of the company and the personal lives of employees. It was only important to him that everything worked and made a profit. The difference in the family budget caused by my dismissal was easily compensated by Olezhka’s new salary as a supervisor. When the recording was anonymously sent to the owner, he was the first to contact Oleg, and after dealing with Sergey Vladimirovich, he offered the position to his husband. He didn’t even have to come up with anything for it. In addition, Oleg, despite his youth, quickly figured out what else he could earn in this position besides a salary.
We learned about the fate of the boss only through rumors. Strangely enough, he didn’t hold a grudge against us, apparently deciding that one of his competitors had framed him. He had enough funds, which his father-in-law could not reach, to open his own small company with the same profile, and now he was trying to lure suppliers from us, however, not too successfully. Knowing about his problems, they preferred to work through the old channels. Soon the spouse was going to meet with partners from Ryazan, it was very important to lure them to his place.
Under the soft glow of the plasma with my image, my husband gently rocked me and penetrated my ass. I was on all fours on the bed, waiting for his orgasm. On the screen, the former boss was pulling me up to his cock by the hair, about to cum.
“The guys from Ryazan will be here soon,” my husband’s voice sounded pretty even, considering that his penis was swelling more and more in my ass.
โ And? โ I already got my orgasm and now I was just satisfying Olezhka, gently thrusting my booty towards him.
My husband bent down, pushing me deeper and grabbing my freely swaying breasts with his hands.
“It’s very important for us to like them,” he kissed me between the shoulder blades. It seemed to me that I was beginning to understand where he was going, and I began to get excited again.
โ Is there anything I can do to help?, I playfully wiggled my bottom, bending lower and lowering my chest and face onto the cool sheet. Oleg’s hands moved to my ass, spreading my buttocks even wider.
โ I want to organize a sauna for them…
โ Mmmm, โ I groaned in anticipation, imagining what this could lead to. Since Sergei disappeared from our lives, my husband and I have not returned to talking about these things. And now, I’m happy to understand.
what’s still ahead.
“Do you want to save money on girls for these guys?” I asked huskily.
My husband didn’t answer, just squeezed my buttocks tighter.
โ How many will there be? – my breathing began to stop convulsively. I was surprised to realize that a second orgasm was just around the corner.
“Two… can you handle it?” We won’t say you’re my wife.โฆ
I inserted my fingers from below, and moaning softly, I sweetly finished with my husband’s cock in my ass.
After catching my breath, I looked over my shoulder at Olezhka and smiled:
โ For you, darling, any whim.