Yes, you understood correctly, I am her husband. And I stay at home today. A meeting with her one very interesting man. That's it!
- Dear, what time is it? - Her voice came from the twilight of the room.
“Exactly seven,” I replied.
- Oh, and I have not made up yet. Well, hair pre-laid. Need to speed up! - She chirped, not looking up from the drawer.
Vladimir Nikolaevich had to take my wife from the metro station, which was located near our house. She came up with such a conspiratorial plan, thereby convincing her new gentleman that I would not know anything. The evening they promised to be saturated - after all, they gathered in the theater for the symbolic opera Othello in as many as four acts with three intermissions. Although I doubt that my joy will endure at least until the second action!
Last month our marriage was six years old. The wedding was last year at the institute. And all these years, I have never regretted that I chose Julia as my wife. Friendly, caring, and energetic domestic cat - so my relatives and friends knew her. However, we had a different life with her, our personal one. The fact is that when we were still students in love, we made a small agreement on free relations in sex. In this case, of course, third-party relations should not occur secretly behind the back.
That's how they healed, so well that the family routine simply did not have time to pull us into their arms. Well, besides, the discussion of the adventures of each other gave insane pleasure to both of us.
- Well, and how am I to you? - with a triumphant smile, the spouse left the bedroom and stood up to the side, exposing herself.
Wow! The tall redhead looked at me like a predator: red patent leather shoes with high heels, black stockings with a lace band wrapped around her lush hips, and a chic black corset embroidered with red lace, barely fit her fourth size. She was not wearing panties, and the golden bush above the genital lips immediately caught my eye.
- Wow! - I repeated my thoughts, now out loud.
- Another "Yes"! - Raising her fiery eyebrows and she coquettishly shaking her hips. - Only with panties I can not decide! What do you think, thong or classic? He is a man of the old school, I would not like to disappoint him.
- Well, with such a corset, only thong! - I said confidently. - And as transparent as possible!
- Oh, everything would be more transparent to you! - with a playful reproach said spouse. - Yes, and help tighten the corset tighter. I want the boobs look more appetizing! - and with these words she turned her back to me.
I began to lace the corset and at the same time, it should be noted, my gaze was not to tear off her ass, which I love so much. Strong and fluffy, but soft to the touch - it always drove me crazy. And it is not surprising, because the spouse has been regularly going to fitness with her friends for two years already. And knowing my passion, in these classes she pays special attention to the loin. So with the physical form, we are all in full openwork! And when only this is done by my master? I am sure that Vladimir Nikolayevich will love her plump buns as much as mine.
By the way, Vladimir Nikolaevich. This is my wife's colleague - they work in the same company, but in different departments. He is the head of some development and planning department, and the spouse works in the legal department. It is even strange that in the end he decided to look after her. After all, at work, in her words, they intersected only a couple of times, given that the departments are located on different floors, and, in general, they have no common business issues. But, apparently, this is fate, and he could not resist even a fleeting acquaintance with my beautiful woman. And she, here I am sure, wagged her tail properly! So I became convinced - today is their first date.
- You eat my ass so with your eyes, leave something to Vladimir Nikolayevich! - Groping his corseted chest, his wife looked over his shoulder. - It seems everything!
- Yes all! - I smiled, releasing the cord.
- Thank you dear! - she smacked me and ran to put on a dress and powder her nose.
* * *
- Well, I went! - Julia stood near the front door with a full parade: in a short but elegant tight red dress with thin straps, with a make-up and with a small theatrical bag of golden color on the shoulder. The length of the dress favorably emphasized her beautiful legs and, of course, my rounded passion. A neckline, perhaps, could just drive me crazy - two taut melons and burst from this red captivity.
- Wow! It seems, I regret that today I am not Vladimir Nikolayevich! - I said delightedly.
And this admiration was impossible to hide, since the traitor in his pants was brazenly sticking out all the time, which my spouse’s fees took.
- Oh, and who is this here with us? - looking at the torchuna, his wife asked in surprise.
I lowered my pants, exposing the erect penis. Spouse bent over, gently stroked him and, taking a fist, gently exposed the head.
- Behave yourself! - She whispered to him and kissed the open beak, leaving a bright red mark on lipstick.
He nodded back to her.
* * *
Loudly knocking heels on the asphalt, I hurried to the venue. Without exaggeration, my spectacular view gathered men's views from across the street. Yes, that really here, my faithful a few minutes ago was ready to just explode with excitement! Even counter women, tracing the glances of their men, frowned brows jealously. I was amused by their envy and I, wagging my hips and booty, made them understand: “Yes, I am so, look and envy!”
Oh, by the way, with panties, I decided. I am sure that he will like red thongs with a translucent lace front end. Actually, as is my front!
Approaching the metro, I immediately guessed what kind of car was waiting for me. Big luxury black jeep, seems like a crossover - I do not really understand. Mmm, I already like it!
Tinted windows were lowered. To my surprise, the driver, apparently, was hired and was already driving. And Vladimir Nikolaevich himself stood next to the car, smiled affably and opened the passenger door in front of me:
- Good evening! You are simply stunning!
- Hello! Thanks for the compliment! - I sang, getting into the car.
Slamming my door, he hurried to sit on the other side of the car.
Next to me in the passenger seat, of course, lay a huge bouquet of red roses, tied with a red ribbon.
- A woman in red - only red roses! - My present boyfriend handed it to me.
- ABOUT! So beautiful! - I accepted the bouquet and, breathing in its beautiful aroma, looked admiringly into the eyes of my knight - Thank you! Very nice!
He was so sweet.
With a reserved smile, he signaled to the driver. The car started off.
Vladimir Nikolaevich was a respectable man of about forty-five. He had a friendly, intelligent face and a pleasant voice. Always smart and in a good mood, he was probably the favorite of all the women in his department. A light gray hair and neatly trimmed beard just added to him a man's charm. I could not resist him either, because those brown eyes and ironic eyes just made me feel at ease!
He was a widower. Unhappy wife died ten years ago, leaving him two children. But he coped with everything. And he put the children on their feet, and did not forget about his career. That's just in his personal life, with his words, there was a flaw.
- A good start to a good evening! Do not you mind? - with these words, Vladimir Nikolaevich pressed a button in the panel and glasses and a bottle of champagne appeared from the sliding compartment. It seems not cheap.
- With pleasure! - I replied.
- The desire of a woman is the law! - he said loudly, and, with lightning speed, he poured sparkling glasses, one of them held out to me.
- For you! - he solemnly said a toast.
* * *
The first action was nearing its end and I was bored. Not that I did not like opera, but my thoughts were about something else. Namely, about Vladimir Nikolaevich.
He pretended to look at the scene with interest. In the course of the action, I even made some comments in my ear in a whisper. But I saw that his eyes continually stuck me in the neckline or in the lace gum of the stocking on the right thigh. But Vladimir Nikolaevich diligently tried to hide it. After all, this is wonderful - I, for you, also paraded my peaches!
I realized that I needed to start acting by myself. Having decided this firmly, I laid my hand on his knee. He shuddered slightly in surprise, but he did not file a view. How timid you are, my joy!
Twilight reigned in the hall, our seats were extreme at the central aisle, and the mezzo soprano sounded dear from the stage - one could not worry about someone paying attention to us. Although I have never been worried about this.
After a little lying on my knee, my hand began to rise higher and stroke Vladimir Nikolayevich’s thigh. And oh, a miracle - his left hand gently fell on my knee and allegedly casually crawled on my thigh.
I finally grew bolder and took this hand with his free hand and slightly spreading my legs apart, I stuck it closer to the pussy. The fingers of Vladimir Nikolayevich began to stroke my pussy through the fabric of the panties. From these caresses, I immediately felt that I was flowing - the panties slowly began to soak in my discharge.
Then I noticed a tight mound that began to grow in the pants of my companion. Immediately after reaching my hand there, I began to stroke him and play with him - lightly drumming with my fingers. The breathing of Vladimir Nikolayevich increased. I felt his fingers wet from my grease trying to push the fabric of the panties back to get deeper.
Gently pulling away his hand, I slowly raised the hem of the dress to my thighs and, with my thumbs, grabbing the thin elastic bands of my red strings, pulled them down. Leaning over and elegantly removing the panties off the heel, I showed them to Vladimir Nikolayevich. He smiled shyly. Then I neatly folded them into a corner and shoved him in the top pocket of my jacket, instead of a handkerchief.
Somehow he did not have time to react to this, because at that moment my second hand was already unzipping the zipper on his knob.
Excitement grew and I wanted more. In addition, the opera eventually became just annoying.
- Maybe it is better to go ride your big beautiful car? - I whispered in the hot ear. At this point, my hand was already squeezing his excited member.
- Yes, yes, of course! Woman's desire ... the law! - swallowing saliva, he whispered. - And the driver? Send him home?
- What for? - I asked mockingly. - He does not bother me! And you?
You should have seen his eyes at this moment.
“Mmm ... no!” - He muttered.
And we quietly got up from their seats and began to move toward the exit. All this way he now and again pulled his jacket and, blushing, looked around. And it is not surprising, because I led him behind me, holding the member.
* * *
- Circling around the city! - Vladimir Nikolayevich said to the driver, slamming the door. - And on a flat road! Oh…
At that time I was already sucking his dick.
The car started off. The driver's impassability could only be envied.
- Turn on the music! Ah ... ah! - he almost added with a cry, as I accelerated the pace of sucking.
A dance melody sounded. Well, great soundtrack!
Pulling the skin up and down, I played the tongue with his burgundy head. At the same time, I did not forget about the testicles, holding them with my other hand.
“Oh ... oh ..." he moaned, stroking my head.
While he was doing it quietly so as not to embarrass the driver.
Time flew by and it was necessary to move on to the main dish.
Releasing his dignity from my mouth, I raised my free hand up and, fumbled a lever over my head, turned on the ceiling lamp. That I need to consider as it should!
Holding the bottom edge of the dress with both hands and moving it up over my head, I quickly took it off. It was not very convenient to do this in a car, but somehow I did it. Having stayed in a corset, stockings and shoes, I felt freer. And it seems that my appearance even in the dim light of the ceiling lamp made the right impression on Vladimir Nikolayevich - he just began to eat me with his eyes.
But my image was not yet complete. Therefore, I lowered the corset and with little difficulty (the husband tried) first extracted one and then the other breast. Taking them into my palms, and deliberately weighing, I looked at Vladimir Nikolayevich with a languid look. He groaned with impatience.
Without forcing him to wait long, I climbed onto his knees and, deftly putting my hand between my legs, took his protruding penis and inserted it into my vagina.
“Oh ...” Vladimir Nikolayevich groaned, holding me by the waist.
Opening my lips, I greedily stuck to his lips. Our languages have met. And at the same moment I began to slowly sit down.
Vladimir Nikolayevich's hands stroked my waist in a corset. I thought that the best place for them was a little lower and therefore I put them on my buns. And Vladimir Nikolaevich immediately grabbed them with a death grip. It turns out what he is when you start it! He squeezed and unclenched my crumbs, stroked - in general, he crushed his ass with obvious pleasure. I was very glad that he liked her so much. He would know how much work I should keep this beauty in this form! But on the other hand, it's worth it!
The love rhythm began to accelerate. Even through the choking music, I heard my crotch beat against his scrotum.
Vladimir Nikolaevich, firmly clinging to my ass, just exhausted from passion and satisfaction. In order to succumb to the heat, I took my chest in my hands and, squeezing it a little, pressed it to his face, while continuing to frantically ride on it.
- Oh ... this is wonderful! - Dumbly heard somewhere between my breasts.
Then I felt his tongue, which began to rush between my tight hills, caressing them. Through the gorge between them, I stuck my tongue and they met. From the stuffiness and such a hot evening, my little ones sweated a little and were salty in taste.
It did not last long. Suddenly, I felt that Vladimir Nikolayevich was putting a finger in my back hole.
I stopped and looked into his flushed face.
- Do you want to go there? I asked hotly, catching my breath.
He nodded modestly.
Carefully removing his stone member from myself, I began to look around for my handbag.
- But what if? - flashed the thought in my head.
The golden edge peeking out from under the driver’s seat.
Taking a handbag in my hand and opening it, I smiled. Next to the condom packaging was a small tube of anal lubricant. Umnichka husband, everything provided! Yes, and with strawberry flavor! But preziki, my dear, I was not useful today!
Mentally kissing my husband, I took the tube and opened the cap. Turning to face Vladimir Nikolayevich, I squeezed out a little gel on his head and, sensing the sweet berry aroma, began to gently smear it over the entire length.
- Wow, cold! - My lover chuckled.
- Also with strawberry - I smiled.
Then I turned my back on him and, leaning into the front seats, bent my back and put my ass in order to properly lubricate myself. The remnants of the gel on the palm, I began to rub into my hole. Well smeared, I gently penetrated there with my middle finger, checking the effect. Everything was great!
Slightly rising, as far as the ceiling of the car allowed, I began to adjust my ass to the member. The car was shaking a little, and it was not easy to do. The tip of the head almost went in, and I got ready for more.
Suddenly, my eyes met someone's reproaching gaze. It was the driver looking at me with obvious conviction through the rear-view mirror. I smiled at him affably and winked. He was embarrassed. I slowly slipped on the grease, slowly sat ass over the entire length of a member of Vladimir Nikolaevich.
“Y ... y ... y! - I moaned sweetly, still looking in the rearview mirror.
The driver with hatred looked away.
I leaned back on Vladimir Nikolayevich and gave myself to his caresses. He grabbed my breasts with his own hands and squeezed them tightly. My hand is already frantically pulling the clitoris.
I began to move harder.
Vladimir Nikolayevich was clearly cramped in my ass. It took only a few moments, and he was already breathing heavily. His moan gradually began to grow, turning into a roar. Most likely, he could not hold back.
I understood everything, and quickly arched my back, I sat down as much as possible so that he was in me as deeply as possible at the time of orgasm. And I was not mistaken: having groped my protruding nipples, he squeezed them hard with his fingers and shouted:
- Ahhh !!!
His cock exploded with a strong hot stream in my ass.
I, too, could no longer so easily endure this, and, ending, loudly screamed myself:
- Ahhh !!!
Our chorus from its low and my high-pitched voices resounded deafeningly inside the car. For a moment, we merged into a single ecstasy, and space and time ceased to exist for us ...
Suddenly, the car swerved to the right, interrupting our joint cry, and braked sharply, parking at the sidewalk. The engine was muffled and the music was interrupted.
- I can't work like that! - an irritated driver, slamming the door loudly, jumped out of the car and began to move away with quick steps. We were a little taken aback, as we completely forgot about him. There was silence.
However, the pause was short. After a moment, Vladimir Nikolayevich and I were just dying of laughter, happily hugging each other.
Then he gently pulled out of me his slippery fighter. At the same time my butt softly chvaknula, giving a small portion of the seed. But I was alert and immediately squeezed my anus with all my might.
- Yes, Julia Sergeevna, it seems you left me today without a driver! - he sneered, lightly tapping his fading sticky penis on my fluffy pubis. Beautiful reddish white strokes appeared on red curls. - I did not think that such a volcano of passion lies in you!
- But! - I laughed, noting to myself that Vladimir Nikolayevich had finally passed on me to “you”.
So we lay still a few sweet minutes. Outside the window, an uncrowded street had long been burning night lights.
- And this evening was saturated, and it is impossible to surprise him with anything! - with satisfaction pathos of some classic pleased Vladimir Nikolaevich.
- Right so it is impossible! - I said mockingly. “And if ...” I whispered in his ear and giggled.
- Oh my God! - ridiculous round his eyes, exclaimed Vladimir Nikolayevich and laughed. “I seem to be too old for such things!”
I kissed him. We began to dress.
All this time I was squeezing my sphincter, thinking about her husband.
* * *
We walked along the lane. After such a rich theater, I really wanted to take a walk. Vladimir Nikolaevich, leaving the car in the parking lot, decided to escort me, but, as he explained, to comply with the conspiracy, only to the courtyard, and not to the entrance.
- And then suddenly your home Othello is not sleeping and looking out the window! - he said.
He was so funny - gently holding my arm, carrying flowers and telling hilarious stories from his life. Moonlight added romance to this picture. Just a man in love, after a pleasant evening, accompanied the lady of his heart home. I was very good with him. As for the flowers, I solemnly assured him that there would be no problems with her husband.
We reached a dimly lit arch in front of my courtyard, which I informed him about. And then my cavalier, having decided that the meeting was over, began to say goodbye to me. But not so simple, dear!
The evening would not be complete without this thing, I thought, and resolutely turned my face towards my boyfriend. Putting my hands on his shoulders and looking into his eyes, I raised my eyebrows with a hint. He did not seem to understand and was in slight confusion.
- I was not joking then in the car! - I said every word distinctly.
Vladimir Nikolaevich understood everything and at first was a little embarrassed. I watched his reaction with satisfaction.
He stood in indecision.
- The desire of a woman ... the law! - as the spell cast I.
Putting the bouquet on the asphalt, he began to unfasten the belt on his trousers. I put my purse to the bouquet and carefully, in order not to make a pull on stockings, knelt in front of him.
He took his penis, which was still in a semi-augmented state (still, I milked him properly today!), He sent it to me.
To dispel his embarrassment and cheer, I invitingly opened my mouth, stuck out a tongue and, looking into his eyes, stopped waiting.
“Oh, ooh ...” Vladimir Nikolayevich groaned, and at that very moment his hot urine splashed on my face. The air was filled with strong aroma.
The golden jet wandered down her cheeks and fell into her mouth and eyes. Because of the strong flow, I could see little and simply swallow as much as I could. It tasted slightly salty and had a pleasant bitterness. But this did not last long.
Abundantly dabbing my face and shoulders, Vladimir Nikolayevich sent a still tight stream to the neck, urinating on my chest and dress. Clenching my corset to my elbows, I felt that it began to fill up like a glass. Wet heat pleasantly enveloped my body. I lost track of time. I just wanted to merge and dissolve in this warmth.
But, unfortunately, this life-giving stream was not eternal, and the trickle began to weaken. Shaking off the last drops on me, Vladimir Nikolaevich began to refuel.
I was kneeling in an alley, in a huge pool of urine. It flowed from me: the hairstyle began to fall apart, my red dress darkened, the mascara probably smeared on the cheeks and this persistent smell was everywhere. It was an incredible feeling! I got what I wanted. I was happy.
Having refueled, Vladimir Nikolaevich leaned over and kissed my cheek:
- Thank you for a nice evening!
- Thanks you! - I whispered.
And he walked away.
* * *
In the front door I was met by a concierge.
The lovely old Larisa Ivanovna, as always, sat at the counter and read a book. Surely it was Kuprin. Two days ago, in the same fleeting conversation, she told me that she had planned his reading immediately, as she ended up with Tyutchev's love lyrics, the volume of which I was reading to her.
- Kuprin, Larisa Ivanovna? - I asked with a smile.
- He is the swallow! - Hastily lowering the glasses on the nose, she replied. - Oh, and what did it rain that started? So did not pass the same! You're so blotchy, my dear!
- No, not rain, Larisa Ivanovna! - I burst into laughter. - The boys poured! No Ivan Kupala soon, that's preparing.
- Wow, mischievous! To them it was empty! Run home soon, or you'll catch a cold! She said thoughtfully.
- I'm on my way! - I answered and pressed the elevator call button.
* * *
- Dear, I'm at home! - I heard my wife's voice. - Meet me!
I was in the bedroom, but, of course, did not sleep. Yes, and how can you fall asleep, if the wife on a date!
Quickly jumping on the bed, I rushed into the hallway.
My joy has finally come. Wet from head to toe, with disheveled damp hair, with dripping mascara and lipstick smeared on her lips, she held a huge bouquet of red roses and smiled happily. I gently hugged her. She was charming.
- Is it raining outside? - I was surprised, taking flowers from her hands.
- Just a shower! - She said.
And the sharp smell coming from her, I realized that it was for the rain.
“Got off all right, Desdemona?”
- Oh yeah! - with a dreamy smile she stretched.
- Yes, you are my naughty! - lifting her in my arms and tearing her off the floor, I began to kiss her.
We kissed for a few minutes. Deep and passionate. Spouse loves it very much, and I, frankly, too.
- Honey, - she timidly interrupted - I have a surprise for you!
- Oh really! And what is it? - as if unsuspecting, I was surprised.
- Vladimir Nikolayevich gave you a present! - happily said spouse. - Run quickly and lie down on the bed! I'll bring it to you!
I undressed with a bullet and lay down on the bed. The wife took off her wet dress and corset and entered the bedroom in some stockings and shoes. My dick quivered with excitement, anticipating a strong discharge.
- Are you ready? - smiling, she asked.
- Yeah! Eyes close? - I replied.
- Optional!
With these words, she climbed into me in pose 69 so that her holes are located above my face. I immediately felt the smell of strawberry grease and fresh sperm, and I saw that on the red cannon and on the thighs there were its drying marks.
- In your ass your present! - Said his wife and firmly squeezed in my hands, my stake stake.
Having spread the halves of the magnificent ass with my hands, I put my lips to the maroon ring of her anus.
“Now,” the spouse said, sucked in her stomach and strained her buttocks. “Strawberry ... with ... cream ..." she nodded.
The tight little ring slowly opened and the warm sperm of Vladimir Nikolayevich, bubbling slightly, flowed through my tongue. Gentle, with a spicy aroma and a light strawberry moire, warmed for me by my wife - she was just as I love. It was this moment that I waited all evening.
Squeezing all the remnants of the seed from his wife's ass, I completely licked her pussy. All this time, her husband waited patiently, tightly clutching my trembling scepter.
Having collected and savored this wonderful mass in my mouth, I swallowed everything without a trace. And at that very moment my eyes went dark, and I realized that I could not hold back anymore.
“Bunny ...” I wheezed, losing touch with reality.
Wife pulled down the foreskin.
I screamed.