- Do not worry, your boyfriend will come back from the army! - Andrei sighed, slamming on the shoulder of the sauerkraut sadly interfering with a fork in his plate, Sergey.
Once a week, three bosom friends must have met in the sauna to chat about business, share problems, sometimes call girls and indulge in idle debauchery in secret from their wives. But for about a month, Serega was not particularly inspired by such gatherings. The blame for everything was the new employee who was hired by his boss. It was like a mania, an obsession. It could not be called love. Seeing her slender, chiseled legs covered with pantyhose, and maybe stockings, as Sergey imagined, he terribly, unbearably wanted to grab them, dissolve, then squeeze this strong neat little ass in his hands, tear off her blouse to free her, looking out of frivolous neckline, elastic young breasts of a 24-year-old girl and ... From such thoughts, Sergey punched a shiver, he felt excitement roll on him and leave to his office.
He was never anxious and did not feel a lack of female attention. Pervert was not considered. The post of deputy chief, one of the owners of the company, allowed him not to need funds. Yes, and wanting through the bed to achieve something, in a huge holding company, it was more than enough.
Sergey again listened to the drunken conversation of his friends. They continued to quiver over him. He did not take offense, he had known them since childhood. In the 90s, we went through the school of our own business, then, however, the paths diverged, but supported each other. In the business there was only Vitalik, the most chic and most adventurous of them. Achieved good success. And Andrei and Sergey went to hired managers, but taking into account the experience in very high positions.
- Seryoga, well, tell me the truth, fell into her, or what?
- And how, no tackles, nothing helps? Well you are not the last person in the company!
- Yes, no, boys, there is another. You have not seen her simply. Damn, such a hot little thing, at the same time proud, independent touchy. Rolled up, and so syak, and good and bad. Hints did all sorts of. No, he says and that's it! I gave out the last time to me, they say, I respect you, Sergei Ivanovich, but I got married last year, and it’s not in my principles to get all kinds of novels on the side, especially at work. Forgive me, please, but if my position implies a relationship with you, I'd rather quit. After all, I had to make excuses that she misunderstood me and, in principle, I did not mean anything bad.
- Yes, things - stretched Andryukha.
- Eh Seryoga, as you were right, remained so. I could never cross the Rubicon. That's why I have a business, and you are a hired manager, albeit a very cool one. Listen, there is one idea - and Acne bent over the table, setting out his plan in a half-whisper, as if in a sauna, besides them, there was still someone.
Irina critically looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased. Strict long gray skirt tightly tight ass and hips, emphasizing the harmony, high cut, at the same time, playfully exposed legs, pulled into dark stockings. In some positions, it is probably even too playful, as it made it possible to admire the beginning of the lace edge of the stocking. For a long time he doubted whether to wear his favorite blouse with a high neck and a triangular cut, or a tight-fit turtleneck. The blouse was more sexy, in her opinion, and her husband did not like it when she wore a turtleneck. That, in his opinion, was too tight for it, too clearly demonstrated all the curves and protuberances of the young body of a girl. In addition, the bra, dressed under such a turtleneck spoiled the whole impression, so Irina preferred the option without him, which infuriated her husband even more. She was in some way agree with him that in this case, everyone understood that there was no bra, they saw the shape of her breasts, but she found a way not to enrage her husband, keep to the limits of decency and bought a cool one, in a skirt tone jacket. No, all the same I will wear a turtleneck, thought Irina. Today, they, with the chief deputy chief, Sergey Ivanovich, urgently had to go by minivan to some kind of mummy for urgent negotiations. It was necessary to go, almost 12 hours, and after the negotiations, back without overnight. Therefore, it is better to be safe in case it is suddenly cold. Grabbing daddy with documents and handbag, Irina fluttered out of the apartment. They were waiting for her downstairs.
“Meet Irina, our financier, who is stuffing, but very talented,” said Sergey.
Behind her, Vitalik raised his thumb up and winked knowingly, saying that now I understand you friend.
Irina looked at her companions. When the chief said that they would go along with the subcontractors on the project, for some reason she seemed to be hard-working workers who were oiled up in oiled robes, and now she saw before her very well-groomed and gallant cavaliers. Most even became funny.
Sad autumn landscapes flashed past the windows, but this had no effect on the atmosphere inside the minivan. Acne, sitting behind the wheel, told stories and anecdotes, fellow travelers now and then discharged with loud laughter. sexytales Andrew, supported the conversation with jokes, and even the boss, about whom Ira thought he was beech and silent, turned out to be very sweet and witty. Gradually, the conversation subsided, Irina was a bit ukachalo and she closed her eyes sank into slumber.
She came back from the sensation of a strange silence, the absence of the whistle of the wind outside the window and the noise of a working engine. It turned out that they were standing on the sidelines. Men smoked outside.
“And what happened,” Ira asked, chilly wrapping her shoulders in a raincoat, obligingly thrown over her shoulders, and getting out of the car.
“The engine has flown, Irochka, but you do not worry,” Sergey answered.
- Yes, yes, do not worry! - Vitaly interrupted vigorously and smiled broadly, - We found, on the internet, a hunting lodge for recreation nearby, now the owners will arrive and take us there, we will pass the time there. We will lay the tables, like according to the descriptions and the sauna is there, take a steam bath, take a rest. And at this time the tow truck will arrive and pick up the car. Of course, it would be possible to wait in the car, but we are already 5 hours on the road, and it’s not so pleasant to sit in this iron box for so long, is it true that Irochka?
At this time, Andrei came up with a worried look, with the phone in his hands, and announced: “In short, not five hours to wait, but more. My driver is driving the object, so the tow truck takes the car, and we are waiting in the house to be picked up by another car. All things considered, we’re sitting 8-9 hours. ”
“Damn,” said Ira, “we’ll be late for the talks, what about Sergei Ivanovich?”
- Do not worry, I agree, do not beasts there, they will understand that anything happens on the road.
- Maybe I will call my husband, will he come early?
The men looked at each other fussily. Andrew, throwing out the cigarette butt cleared his throat and hoarsely: “Ira, well, think about how we fit in his car, he’s probably a car, and I’ll not be able to sit for five hours like hens on the roost”.
“Oh, come on, how old are you,” she laughed. - Well, whatever you want, I will call you all the same, my husband will take me, and you will be the driver. Sergey Ivanovich, we can also pick you up.
“Good,” he grunted.
- You're a jerk, what are you, could not think of anything? - his friends hissed when the girl went to call her husband. - What kind of husband, what will take?
- And what could I think of, we had to think about this option ourselves.
“Okay, good shit,” Andrei interrupted the tirade. - For any minimum of 5-6 hours we have, until her hubby comes out of the city and gets here. Yes, and I, so I will explain to him that even an hour stray.
The hunting lodge was luxurious. A modern log building with a hammam inside and a small pool. It was felt that everything was furnished with great taste and not without the help of a cool designer. Inside the table was already laid, the potatoes were smoking with a simple snack, on the table were mousse decanters with vodka ....
What a vague feeling of anxiety disturbed Irina. She herself could not understand why, what the worm of doubt was. It seems to be all logical and good. Decent company. Yes, an unpleasant incident on the road, but nothing fatal. On the contrary, all the problems were solved in the most beautiful and successful way. But at the subconscious level, a feeling of anxiety and strange anxiety did not leave her.
- Ira! Go to the table! We are waiting for you! - shouted Vitaly.
It was quite hot in the house, so Ira was forced to take off her jacket, remaining in a turtleneck. She was escaped by the way her men looked at her, and how they looked at each other. All her attention was taken to find the answer to the question that torments her. After all, she used to trust her intuition, but now she could not understand what her subconscious mind was trying to tell her. Gradually, the feeling of anxiety went away, maybe the reason was a stack of vodka, which, well, I was very strongly persuaded to drink with everyone, Vitaly. By the way, despite all his charisma, Ira noted that she was more sympathetic to silent Andrei, who did not forget to impose various delicacies on her plate, to pour into her glass, to correct a pillow on the sofa behind her back and in every possible way courteous.
Gradually, the familiar atmosphere of fun returned and the house was announced by the laughter of the participants in the journey. Despite the efforts of men, Ira categorically drank a little, symbolically sipping her glass.
At one of the moments of his grooming a girl, Andrew, pouring a full glass of water, unsuccessfully swayed and threw everything at her, putting on a turtleneck and skirt, which instantly became disgustingly wet and sticky.
“Bliin,” he drawled, “I'm sorry.”
- Well, how it happened with you, what have you done! - Friends pounced on Andrei.
“Nothing, nothing,” said Ira, dumbfounded, trying unsuccessfully with napkins to dry hopelessly wet clothes.
- So, - abruptly cutting off all the bustle at the table, Vitaly commanded, - Irina, go to the room, remove everything wet, let's hang it to dry, we were given towels for the hamam, you will turn around, nothing terrible will happen. And indeed, what are we sitting here! You two carry the table and treats, also change clothes, and I will help Irishka with clothes.
- Yes, I, in principle, do not need help, I can sit in the room while you are warming up there, and the clothes will dry out.
- Ira, what are you talking nonsense. Firstly, without your company, we will be bored, and secondly, you, too, I assure you, it will be boring to just sit alone in a room, staring out the window. Do not worry! You will warm up with us, sit down and talk, during which time our clothes will dry and they will take us from here. Hold a towel and join. And yes, let's get your skirt here and what else is there, the batteries are barely warm, I will help you to hang everything in the hall, while you turn around.
Ira was confused. The hyperactive and energetic Vitaly, very persistently persuaded her to part with her clothes, snatched, wet things stretched out through the door of the room, and sped off with the words that they were waiting for her.
The towel given to her was catastrophically small. If you tied him from above, hiding his chest, he became bare, and even despite the fact that she was wearing panties, it did not save the situation, because the lace thong with a translucent front hid what she wanted to hide now purely.
If you cover the bottom, then bared his chest. In the end, she decided that she would still be sitting at the table, better to cover her very bare chest.
And behind the door was already Vitali, who called her to join the continuing feast.
Deeply embarrassed, blushing like a ripe tomato, Ira, trying not to meet his eyes with the men, went to the table and sat down on the sofa in the waiting room. At that moment, she was horrified to realize that there was not the same table with a tablecloth, behind which one could hide, but the usual low coffee table, with the same low sofas and armchairs, and it was impossible to hide itself, and the men judging by their eyes and people already had time to evaluate the hairstyle on her pussy and the pussy itself. Probably she never experienced such a degree of shame and embarrassment. Feeling her face burning with flames, blazing with a blush on her cheeks, she simultaneously felt a strange, pullingly sweet sensation in the lower abdomen. I wanted to squeeze my legs harder so that this feeling would not run away or disappear.
“Sorry,” having murmured, Ira swiftly jumped up, intending to jump, but it turned out even worse. Vitali, who tried at that moment to hold her, grabbed the edge of the towel, and it remained in his hands.
There was a second silence. The girl was about to burst into tears, covering her face with her palms, when Sergey came up from the other side of the sofa, and half-hugging her, began to calm her
- Irisha, yes, why are you shy or something? Well, put the towel back on. What do you really, look, we, too, in towels.
Ira looked at the men with a look. Involuntarily noting the good figures of his colleagues in misfortune.
- Well this is a bath! Let's go for a bath! - Vitaly laughed, having brought a full pile to her lips and literally forcibly poured it in.
The scorching liquid spreads pleasant warmth. All the excitement of Irina moved to a distant land. My head is pleasantly noisy. She tried, all the same, to return herself to the idea that she, a married woman, should not sit half-naked among three half-naked men, and that her husband would soon come for her. That in general, it was necessary to sit in the room. But the men actively entertained and distracted her from all the unpleasant fun stories in which they fell in a hectic youth. Silently, she drank more and more alcohol, and soon, her loud cheerful laughter was more and more mixed with the grunt of men.
- And we still have not steamed, disorder! - Andrei grabbed her arm and dragged her to warm up.
- All in the hammam! - shouted the chef, and winked at her cheerfully.
In the bath, Irina was again embarrassed. Andrew, removing the towel and bed it, lay down on his stomach. Ira did not have time to look away, blushed again. And at this time Sergey, began to soar a broom of his friend.
- Come on! More! Come on! - chanted restless Vitaly, and the girl joined, laughing merrily.
- And now you, Ira, - stretching a broom, turned Sergey. Ira, smiling, began jokingly to whip Andrey. At the sight of a man's ass, she again felt a strange pulling feeling in the lower abdomen, at this moment Vitaly embraced her from behind.
- Come on Ira, like this, stronger - and together they began to whip Andrew.
A burning, barely noticeable languor swept over Iru, she felt that she rested against her ass with a towel, something hard and hot, she passionately wanted to continue to cuddle and even rub herself, it seemed even arched her back, but at that moment suddenly came to her senses, internally pulled herself up and , throwing a broom, jumped out of the bath.
- Chipped, - in the hearts of threw Vitaly.
- Well, the filly is ready? What do you think? It may already be pressing, otherwise there is no strength to endure this mockery of the body.
- All you have to extrude, Andrew. - Vitaly doused with cold water - guys, I told you, patience. Well, its meaning is now to lay out, and tolerate, then at least until the end of days, use it. The main thing is that she herself crossed her boundaries. Come on, do not give it to give for thinking, otherwise it will fail. And do not rush, so I know what I'm doing.
Ira reproached herself for minute weakness, but the noise in her head and relaxation after the steam room did not allow her to focus on her thoughts. She understood that something was going wrong, wrong. Must stop. What to do and what to do? The most correct, you probably need to leave and get dressed. But she did not have time to do this. Men with smiles came out of the steam room. And again, like an invisible line, crossed in their behavior. She noticed that the men did not strain themselves much by wrapping them in towels. Embarrassed and drenched in shame, she glanced at her boss. A towel that was casually thrown over, legs wide apart, and she could perfectly see his penis with a large ...
head like a mushroom. But on the contrary, in the chair, Vitali, like a towel, was perfectly tied, but his height and low chair made it possible to see her member as well. Unwittingly for herself, she began to compare both organs. Not immediately realized that men are turning to her. Once again, with a blush she didn’t necessarily answer, causing the men to laugh.
“Well, well, then let's go,” said Sergey.
- Ira, you soar in the clouds. Admit it, what are you thinking now, or about whom? - said Andrei laughing. - After all, just that, we offered to hover you in the hammam.
- Oh, you mean it, - Ira smiled. - I just did not immediately understand. Maybe I'll sit here?
- From a good massage no one died. Let's finish your stack and go ahead.
The chef did not lie. Either he really studied massage, or she was already so relaxed, she really was very good at lying on a warm marble bench on her stomach, feeling like over a hot body, her hands fluttering gently, kneading her shoulders, back, legs. Pleasant sensations intensified when she realized that now all men are massaging her. Again, blushing, she was driving away the thoughts from herself that she was doing something wrong. Covering her eyes, she swam through the waves of sensations. The relaxation was so peaceful that she didn’t even notice how her legs were spread a little, just a little bit, literally the width of her palm. In the end, to feel how you massage the inner side of the legs, thighs, was also nice. Ira strained when she felt that some of the men had touched her crotch, but realized that it was an accident, she relaxed.
- Are you well, Ira? - Vitaly whispered in her ear, and for some reason such a whisper caused a new wave of bliss that spread throughout the body. She did not find the strength to even open her eyes. Here, someone poured warm oil on his back, men began to smear him around the topic. A trickle of treacherous flowed through the crotch, Ira felt like a new hotbed exploded like a volcano below. Someone from the men, again touched her pussy. She unbearably wanted her fingers left to massage there longer. But they moved to another place, and then teased her again and again. Friends widely smiled at each other, silently showing glances to Irishka. From the side it was clear that the girl was bending her ass when one of them inadvertently climbed under her, as she closed her eyes. Andrew lowered her panties, explaining to her that they prevent him from massaging the lower back normally. Sergei then pulled them up to his knees, saying that they prevented him from massaging his hips. At what stage the panties were on the floor, Irina did not even understand. In his head there was a noise, thoughts ran. She only thought about how nice and sweet, then jumped at the thought of her husband, who would now come and take her away, but then she would concentrate on her feelings again. It was perfectly clear that her pussy was wet, opened its buds, and her lips were swollen and filled with blood.
- Turn over, - Vitaly whispered again.
Not understanding, and not realizing anything, Irina turned and lay on her back, not even noticing that the light in the hamam was muted, the men had been completely naked and agitated without towels for a long time, and she was completely naked before them. Sweet execution continued with a vengeance.
“Boys stop,” she whispered, when one of the men began to massage his chest. “My husband will come after me now, I have to go get dressed.
“Irochka, we don’t keep it this way, we’ll be massaging now, that's all,” Sergey said. He parted her legs and began to frankly knead her pussy, massaging her clit. Ira bit her lip and loudly puffed. Somewhere in the depths of her consciousness, she understood that everything was wrong, that it was necessary to immediately stop all this, her head was roaring, blood rushed to her face, she continued to whisper, so that everyone would stop, at the same time she herself, without realizing, spread her legs wide. Through a blurred consciousness, through a storm of emotions in her head, she heard: “Well, Serge, let's be the first!”. And the silence broke the laughter of men.
At the same moment, I felt something hot burst into her, causing just a hurricane of sensations. This moment coincided with her thoughts about her husband, about the fact that he was coming here, her dear beloved husband, and she was surrounded by three men, legs spread wide, naked ... Not understanding how such a thing could happen. Shame, desire to surrender passionately, passion, lust and adrenaline, from the fact that she is engaged in shameful work, forbidden work, she, who marinated her future husband with light kisses, said that she would lose her virginity only after the wedding, she lay and loudly moaned under pressure Sergey Suddenly, something soft, warm began to poke at the lips, she felt that she was pushed forward a little on the bench, causing her head to hang down and tilted back, and now, in this position, Vitaly and his unit were poking at her lips.
“Come on honey, come on,” he whispered. Ira looked from the bottom with a foggy drunk look at him and opened her mouth.
Oleg was cursing around for half an hour circling around the village in search of a mythical hunting lodge. He initially did not like everything in this story. No, he understood that Ira went to work. It was not clear what the hell it was necessary to urgently break into a car, what was the damage and what the fucking house they taxed. The few passers-by who had met a few puzzledly raised their shoulders to the question of who rented the house here. There was nothing on the Internet. And Irina's phone was stubbornly silent, not responding to any calls or messages. Oleg was completely brutalized until finally, one of the passersby suddenly remembered that they said there was a little house like this in the outskirts of the village.
Stopping in front of the cottage, Oleg gently pushed the door and entered. To his question, is there anyone at home, no one answered. He had already decided to go back and try to dial his wife’s phone again when he saw familiar pains on the battery. Oleg stood like a thunderbolt. Why are her things here. What's happening. Breath caught. He moved to the house on trembling legs until he heard characteristic moans. Still not believing his ears, Oleg still hoped that he was wrong. That the master of the house will be out now, they will laugh together at how he made a mistake. Carefully entering the dressing room, he saw the door ajar in the boor.
The first thing that caught my eye was her crumpled underwear at the door. Oleg's hands trembled, his legs gave way. There was fog in his head, and he heard his heart pounding. As through cotton wool, he heard his native voice to the pain,
- More, yes, more, sweet, mmm ...
Carefully looking in, Oleg saw her, the one he idolized, was afraid to touch and took care of in every way, protected from worries and troubles. She stood on all fours, and behind her with some force rammed some hairy man in her ass. He grabbed her thigh so hard that he left bruises. Before her stood her chef. Oleg saw him several times when he took her from work. Ira passionately did him a blowjob. He silently enjoyed closing his eyes. In the twilight, Oleg saw another male silhouette, realizing that the third party is under her, and is currently ramming her pussy.
Nausea rolled up to Oleg's throat. In the chest unbearably stung. He leaned back, exhausted, on the wall near the door. Suddenly, as if earplugs had been taken out of his ears, he heard all the sounds. Smacking, slapping, smacking, groans of his wife and men. In complete prostration, Oleg left the house. He sat behind the wheel and drove off with a glassy look.