Lady Sylvia. Part 2

One evening, when Lena's husband had gone out with his friends "to have a few beers," she, mustering the courage for the first step, called and invited Fyokla over to her place to try some good Georgian wine that her husband's relatives had brought as a gift.

Fyokla arrived in a tight dress that barely covered her pussy, from under which the edges of her stockings and garter straps were clearly visible. She probably came in a belt too, a sexy garter belt holding up her stockings – Lena immediately thought – she came to me in such an outfit – Lena continued to stare without taking her eyes off – she clearly didn't come just to drink wine with me, she wants me, she wants me just as I want her – thoughts flew

through Lena's head – she came to me to have sex! That was clear and obvious! But in what role does she want to be with me? In the same slave role she's in with her Silvia? Does she want to submit to me? And become my whore? Or does she want to dominate me? Or maybe she just wants female love without any submission? – the thoughts in Lena's head simply tangled and tied themselves into a knot, she began to think weakly, her hands trembled from excitement, no, even from overexcitement, her eyes darted around, just as thoughts race when a decision needs to be made, her head was spinning and Lena simply wanted to sit down on the pouf and catch her breath for a moment.

The intimacy that had overwhelmed her continued to grow – I need to go to the room, to the table – Lena thought and tried to convince herself in her thoughts – or fall to my knees and lick her right here? – she caught herself on that thought which simply surged forward and demanded more resolve from her – no, no, you'll scare her off! – someone shouted from the side, but still there in Lena's head.

Fyokla noticed how Lena was faltering before her and her outfit and, in a slightly joking manner (to have room for retreat), but with severity in her eyes (as Silvia had taught her), putting one foot forward, clad in a high leather boot, said:

— Help me take it off — Fyokla continued to drill her friend with an indifferent gaze, though she managed it with difficulty and she was already ready to laugh and say it was a joke and... When suddenly Lena, lowering her eyes, knelt on one knee and her hands reached for the boot, with one hand she embraced the boot around the calf, and with the other hand she took the zipper and pulled it down.

A deathly silence fell, and generally, it was as if someone had turned off the sound on the entire earth and only the sound of the unzipping zipper was heard and the run of the slider, which rushed down, opening the boot like a vulgar pussy. It was at that moment that Lena felt Fyokla's hand rest on her head, from which Lena felt a chill run through her body from the hand to her heels, causing goosebumps, which were especially felt on her back. Without saying a word, Lena raised her hands to Fyokla's dress and pulled it up, exposing to her view the lacy black panties and the edge of the garter belt, which, as Lena had assumed, was supposed to be there. This outfit was a complete sign of why Fyokla had come to her. Lena carefully, with as much love as possible, kissed Fyokla on the pubic mound, while her hands, having already lifted the dress, slid to her buttocks and began to caress them. Lena didn't dare to move the panties aside herself and continued to inhale such an unfamiliar and yet familiar scent of Fyokla, covering her panties with kisses from her lips and stroking her ass.

Fyokla slightly pulled away, taking a step back. Lena looked at her; in her gaze was fear that she had done something wrong and Fyokla would simply leave now. Right now! No! No! Not that! Lena fluttered her eyelashes and somehow resignedly and guiltily got down on both knees, her hands released the ass and dropped down.

— Good girl — Fyokla said, still with the same indifference, and spread her legs wider, moving her panties aside with her left hand, and with her right made a beckoning gesture to continue. Lena, unable to withstand this gaze and understanding that Fyokla wasn't leaving but was asking, no, not even asking, but demanding continuation, internally calmed down and even, seeing the completely accessible and smooth-shaven pussy now in front of her, pressed her lips to it.

Lena immediately felt how pleasant Fyokla tasted and how aroused she already was. Lena's happiness knew no bounds; she again raised her hands to Fyokla's buttocks and, gently stroking them, began to lick with her tongue, running it along the already opened lips, smearing the lubricant, coating the clitoral area, where she paused slightly and gently kissed with her lips, then again lowered her tongue down and again raised it up, helping with her head. Fyokla began to moan a little, sometimes swaying her hips and slightly squatting at the knees, spreading her legs even wider – how affectionate you are — Fyokla continued to say, words pleasant to Lena's ears – you are my bitch now! — a bit more roughly and not allowing, as it were, any argument, Fyokla pronounced her verdict, and with these words she lifted Lena's head up by the face.

Lena looked up at her from below and only nodded affirmatively and was immediately drawn back to the oral pleasures she had waited for so long, which she had missed so much all these years. Her jeans were soaked through, and Lena even checked this with her hand; she already wanted so badly to take off, to get rid of these damned pants that were now so in the way of touching herself and giving her hands a little free rein. Lena continued to stroke and even now knead Fyokla's buttock with one hand, and with the other she rubbed her own crotch right through her jeans, which were indeed already soaked through.

Suddenly the front door clicked and opened, and her husband Roma walked in and, seeing his wife on her knees licking her friend, was simply STUNNED!

— Have you lost your fucking mind? — Roman asked menacingly and incomprehensibly, spreading his arms and slamming the door behind him – are you both fucking crazy? — he looked at Fyokla, who guiltily had already released his wife, whom she had been holding by the hair, and was hastily adjusting her dress

— I'm sorry — Fyokla blushed, embarrassed, she didn't know where to look, her arousal vanished instantly and in its place came shame and awkwardness from such a situation; stepping back a little further, she bumped her legs against the pouf, causing her to plop down awkwardly on it with her ass and looked up confusedly from below at Lena's husband – sorry — Fyokla apologized again, fastening her boot. She saw Lena get up from her knees.

— WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? — Lena asked Roman menacingly and with an unprecedented attack – WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT??? GET OUT!!! She pointed her index finger at the front door. Fyokla didn't expect such a turn from her friend and continued to watch, still sitting on the pouf

— WHAT??? — Roman yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders and began to shake her – I SHOULD GET OUT??? ME???

— Then I'll go — Lena said, as if nothing had happened, in a calm voice, brushing his hands off her shoulders and bending down, she picked up her sneakers and began to put them on

— What are you doing? Where are you going? — Roman slowed down – what are you doing? Am I the one to blame? Am I still the one to blame? — Roman raised his eyebrows, spreading his arms

— You! — Lena answered coldly – you! — she straightened up and looked at him with cold, hate-filled eyes – I don't need you anymore! Goodbye! I should have admitted to you long ago that I like beautiful girls, not you! — she tried to push Roman aside from the front door

— Forgive me — Roman got down on his knees and hugged her around the waist – Lena, forgive me! Forgive me! — he, like a woodpecker pecking a tree, kissed her stomach – forgive me, Len! I love you! Forgive me! — he released her waist, bent down to her sneakers and began to kiss them.

Roman at that moment was very frightened by her words because he knew that his wife didn't make empty promises, and if she left now, he would definitely lose her forever! Roman loved her and had sought her favor for YEARS, which were now going down the drain — Forgive me, Len! I'll grovel at your feet! I won't interfere again! Not once! Forgive me! — He looked up at her from below and, hugging her knees, continued to kiss her legs.

This picture completely bewildered Fyokla; she no longer understood what was happening and how this powerful woman, who had so subjugated her husband, was now standing like a whore and licking her. She's strong with men, but weak with women – Fyokla drew her conclusion. She will be a very good toy for my mistress Silvia, Fyokla smiled, already daydreaming a little. And I like such a toy too! — she continued to watch as Lena simply humiliated her husband without doing anything special.

— So then — Fyokla interrupted Roman, who was crawling at Lena's feet – Len, finish up here with him without me, and we'll call each other later in the evening

— Wait, Fyokla — Lena said, surprised and a little confused, then looked at the face of her kneeling husband – get the fuck out of here and sit by the entrance! Understood? — she said like a strict mistress to a puppy.

— Yes — Roman jumped up and ran off like a beaten dog, slamming the door

— You handled him great, girlfriend! — Fyokla smiled at Lena

— Don't go! — Lena almost wailed, clasping her hands together near her chest

— Don't worry, Len — Fyokla walked over to her and kissed her on the lips – I'll talk to my mistress and you'll meet her. Okay? That's what you want, right? — she looked at Lena a little provocatively, demanding an answer with her gaze and searching for it in her eyes — Right?

— Yes — Lena answered, embarrassed again

– Do you want to submit or just have female love? — Fyokla continued the questioning

— I don't know — answered the still blushing, shy beautiful woman who had just torn her man to shreds

— You know everything, sweetie — Fyokla kissed Lena again – today, you understand yourself, nothing will work out, but later you will be my whore! And we will be whores for Silvia! You'll like her and you'll fall in love with her! I assure you! And let your husband stay with you! What a doormat — she laughed a little, which caused a shy smile from Lena – let him bring you to us! As a sign of his submission! — after that, Fyokla kissed Lena on the lips once more and left; leaving the building entrance, she glanced at the submissively sitting Roman on the bench, who, like a beaten puppy, immediately averted his eyes from her.