My Unexpected Betrayal

I arrived in Moscow on a night flight, landing at 2:20 AM. Outside, the wind mercilessly whipped tiny, cold droplets of autumn rain into my face. It was cold. I quickly ran into the arrivals hall. I was only wearing a light beige demi-season trench coat, a short black skirt, and sheer tights. When I left for vacation in Cyprus two weeks ago, I thought the warm weather in Moscow would last a long time. But it turned out differently.

In the arrivals hall, I took out my phone and called Kolya (Kolya is my husband. We've been married for two years now). I asked him if he could pick me up from the airport, as we had agreed. But Kolya said that the day before yesterday he got

into a minor car accident, damaged a wheel, and now he's without a car.

I cursed myself under my breath—I hadn't thought of a backup plan. Now I'd have to shell out for a taxi.

I walked out of the airport building. A gust of wind cut my legs with unexpected cold. I shivered and headed towards the parking lot. A young man—a Caucasian—approached me.

— "Let's go, beautiful! I'll whisk you to Moscow in a breeze."

— "How much?" I asked.

— "One and a half to the metro, and just for you right now! Let's go?"

The guy didn't look like an outright brazen scoundrel; he was smiling, his gaze kind, his appearance was pleasant. I didn't feel like haggling. I nodded. He opened the door of a white Mercedes for me and told me to get in, while he took my things and put them in the trunk. Then he got behind the wheel and started the engine. I asked him to turn on the heater.

— "Cold, huh?" he asked, glancing slightly at my legs, sheathed in a short miniskirt—"Why are you dressed out of season? You'll get sick! You'll catch a cold down there..."

— "Let's go!" I waved at him, indicating I didn't want to continue this conversation.

— "Just a moment, my shift partner is coming, I'll drop him off on the way home."

I started to protest, but he didn't listen. I was about to get out of the car when another young Caucasian man got into the front seat.

We started moving, the car picked up speed.

— "Where did you fly in from, little one?" the driver asked somewhat brazenly—"From abroad?"

— "From Cyprus," I answered reluctantly.

— "Bet you cheated on your husband there, huh?" his shift partner laughed, noticing the wedding ring on my finger.

I remained silent. What business was it of anyone what I did on vacation—well, my husband and I just can't manage to vacation together. He's been taking his vacation in one or two-day increments, three days max, for years now. Deputy director of a company—you can't just skip out.

— "Listen," the driver suddenly said—"You could actually ride for free—we'll take you right to your doorstep."

— "Are you offering me sex or something?" I asked, smirking—"You value me cheaply—at one and a half thousand rubles... do I really look that bad?"

Inside, everything clenched with fear.

— "And how much are you worth?" he laughed—"Well, yeah, you're not bad, beautiful, tits, ass—all okay! Obviously, one and a half is laughable! Come on, tell us—we'll pay extra! How much for both of us for an hour? Five? Six? Understand, we could just fuck you for free! But we want it to be voluntary—don't upset us, okay? And we're offering you a chance to earn. And your husband won't know..."

From his tone, I understood they would have me one way or another.

— "Ten!" I whispered—"For an hour."

The young man next to the driver laughed.

— "Expensive!" he said—"For ten grand we can get ourselves a chick like that—you're not even close."

Unexpectedly, even to myself, I started to argue.

— "For ten grand, you'll get a clean, homey girl, cheating on her husband for the first time, while that other one—she'll be a whore anyway! Plus, you don't even know what I can do!"

— "She bargains well, brother!" the driver laughed—"Alright, we're not greedy—ten it is, but then we'll take you in all holes, and as a reward, we'll take you home afterwards. See, we're kind if you're kind with us!"

The Mercedes soon slowed down and turned into one of the courtyards among identical high-rise buildings on the outskirts of Moscow.

— "We're going up to Aslan's place now!" the driver said—"Do everything nicely, and we'll go home!"

— "Money upfront, boys, I don't trust you," I said.

— "A businesswoman, huh, Akhmat?" Aslan laughed—"I like her! Pay her!"

The driver, who was called Akhmat, shoved folded thousand-ruble bills into my hand.

— "It's all there! Don't even think of trying anything funny," he warned—"It'll be bad."

I consoled myself with something my mom once told me: "You, daughter, are a weak woman and, believe my experience, if you see a situation going not as you'd like and leading to an unwanted bed, to avoid rape—just give it willingly, the pussy will endure, one, five, even ten if needed!"

The three of us went up to the sixth floor, entered a metal door without an apartment number.

Aslan clicked the lock shut and turned on the light. I took off my coat and hung it on a hook in the hallway.

We went into the room. The furnishings everywhere were decent, the furniture was new, it was very clean, which pleased me.

— "Get undressed and lie on the couch!" Akhmat ordered. I dropped my purse on the carpet, took off my thin knitted sweater, pulled off my white semi-transparent tank top. These two watched me with greedy eyes.

"The pussy will endure everything," I repeated to myself again, overcoming the trembling, and continued to undress.

I unclasped the tight bustier (I like my breasts to be tightly compressed and not bounce). Taking it off, I showed my tits to these brutes. My breasts were small—just a B-cup—but I had something to be proud of—they were very beautiful. I saw Aslan even swallow saliva with impatience.

I unzipped my skirt and slid it down along with my tights and panties to the floor, stepping out, freeing my legs. Then, not very decisively, I lay down on the unfolded sofa.

— "Hey, good girl!" Akhmat praised me, studying the slit between my legs. His gaze simply drilled into my smoothly shaved pink pussy, lovingly scraped clean by me this morning in anticipation of meeting my husband.

Akhmat quickly shed his clothes and lay down next to me. His manhood, to his credit, was quite large, already ready to pierce my girl. Aslan also undressed. His tool looked a bit smaller than Akhmat's, but still exceeded the modest size of my husband's penis.

I had several men before my husband, including some with large sizes, so I wasn't scared. I decisively took Akhmat's large cock in my hand and began to caress it with squeezes of my palm. Aslan approached us from the side, and with my other hand I took his slightly upward-curved cock with a crimson head from tension. I jerked them off for a minute, then Akhmat started positioning himself behind me, I lifted myself up and turned on my side, offering him my crotch, and took Aslan's cheek.

"Forgive me, darling!" I said mentally to my husband—"I'm a bitch, but it was necessary, and they would have fucked me anyway!"

Akhmat rubbed the head along my slit, which had begun to get wet, then inserted the head between my labia. He began to slowly push his hefty cock into me. He entered very tightly and slowly, but I liked that Akhmat wasn't rushing, it only fueled my desire.

I continued to please Aslan with my mouth. He rocked his hips, pushing the head into my mouth, and whispered something in his language. Akhmat, meanwhile, had entered to the fullest possible depth and began to slowly fuck me.

— "Guys, let's just agree, try not to cum in my pussy if possible!" I said, interrupting the blowjob—"Even though I'm on the pill, I'd rather swallow..."

The guys nodded at me, smiling.

The sex resumed with renewed vigor. Akhmat began mercilessly impaling my narrow vagina on his not-so-small cock. I, meanwhile, tried to bring Aslan to orgasm as quickly as possible with my mouth and hand.

After about five minutes, Akhmat pulled me to the side.

— "I'll lie on my back, you get on top of me!" he began to explain incoherently.

— "Got it!" I said—"You in my pussy, and Aslan in my ass?"

— "Clever girl!" Akhmat stroked

my cheek.

We positioned ourselves as he wanted. I mounted him, inserting his wet phallus between my legs. Aslan positioned himself behind me.

— "Just lube it up there," I asked him—"Or you'll tear it!"

He generously lubricated my anus with his saliva and slowly began to push his cock into my ass. The first few minutes after entry into my rear were still difficult. I endured it. My husband and I, actually, regularly did anal "from behind," during my periods, and just for variety. So a cock in the ass wasn't new to me. But being fucked by two cocks was a first. A very unusual feeling of fullness, a bit painful inside, but by the middle of the act, that pain passed. They stretched me, simply and without complexes, truly "had" me, and I liked it.

From the intensity of the sensations, I came very quickly, shamelessly moaning, and asked the boys not to stop. And boys will be boys... they didn't stop until both had cum, each in his own hole.

I gave Akhmat a reproachful look.

— "Well, damn, I asked you not to cum there!"

— "Sorry, I thought you were asking us to do it in you—'don't stop'!"

— "Alright, whatever!" I said—"Is there somewhere to wash up here?"

And, receiving an affirmative nod, I carefully slid off their cocks. Viscous drops of semen slid down the inner surface of my thighs, leaking from my holes.

I got down from the sofa onto the carpet, took wet wipes from my purse, and tidied up my crotch. Then I took another wipe and wiped my partners' penises. Then I got on my knees and began to suck their cocks one by one. The men lay back on the sofa in complete bliss. I tried to give them pleasure one more time. After a while, Aslan moaned and shot a white fountain into my mouth. I swallowed his tart and hot male yogurt and continued sucking Akhmat.

— "No, little one, I want to have you from behind," he stopped my revved-up mouth.

"Well, from behind it is!" I thought compliantly, lowering myself onto the soft carpet on my elbows and knees. I raised my butt higher, arching my back, pressing my forehead against the bottom of the armchair.

Akhmat entered my butt quite sharply and began pounding my anus assertively. I bit my own fist, looking at Aslan stretched out on the sofa.

Akhmat's large cock brought only painful sensations to my little ass, but I wasn't offended—better this than raped and beaten.

After about ten minutes of hard fucking of my ass, Akhmat sprayed his seed inside it and pulled out of me.

Aslan called me over to him on the sofa.

— "Come here, little one, bounce on me."

I jerked his cock a few times, bringing it to a semi-erect state, then sat on top of him. He firmly took me by the waist with his hands, pulled my crotch to his pubic bone, and started working his hips.

I felt his organ hardening inside me. Aslan worked his cock in my vagina, his penetration into me was gentle and pleasant. I felt light "sparks" from our friction, and after a few minutes, I came.

Aslan lifted me off him; I understood he wasn't planning to cum anymore.

I carefully glanced at the clock.

— "Guys, time's up!" I said quietly.

— "Go, wash up—we'll take you home!" Akhmat said—"You worked your hour well. We liked it."

I quickly took a shower; Aslan and Akhmat went after me. While they washed, I tidied myself up and got dressed.

At half past four in the morning, I slammed the rear door of the white Mercedes at my building's entrance.

Aslan also got out and helped me get my suitcase.

Akhmat shouted to me through the open window:

— "Beautiful, give us your number! We liked it."

— "Sorry, but no—I'm a married woman, I don't give my number to just anyone."

— "Then write mine down, in case you have problems? Call, we'll help solve them. We'll help you—you help us..."

— "Alright, dictate," I said, taking out a pen and notepad.

After writing down his number, I said: —"Bye, thanks for the ride!"

— "Thank you!" he grinned.

And I went home. I went up to my floor, opened the door with my key, and entered the apartment.

Kolya was still asleep; I was also terribly sleepy. I undressed completely and dove under the blanket with my husband. I hugged him and fell asleep, pressing against his shoulder. He woke me up at a quarter to eight with gentle touches of his fingers to my sensitive skin between my legs.

We merged. I satisfied him; he came inside my vagina, awakening memories of how powerfully Akhmat had done it. I came immediately, just from the memories of his big cock inside me.

My husband left; I slept until half past eleven. Then I was unpacking my things and found the folded ten thousand rubles and the notepad in my jacket pocket.

— "What a great vacation I had this year!" I thought, planning to buy another "secret" SIM card for calling my Caucasians.