Natasha is on a business trip. Riga.
One day, my wife's friend called me, and after chatting about this and that, she informed me that on a business trip, my better half had slept with the boss. I asked her to come over and tell me everything in detail. She agreed.
About twenty minutes later, this middle-aged woman told me an entertaining story.
-When we arrived, the three of us rented one room, so to speak, for more productive work and to save money. Together during the day at the production site and together in the evening. We'd drink tea, recall funny stories, but I noticed that our boss kept staring at your wife's chest and couldn't take his eyes off her legs. I noticed everything but didn't show it. On the evening of the second day, I deliberately
didn't go to the room with them, pretending I wanted to go shopping. As soon as they entered the room, I quietly crept after them and hid behind the curtain. Stupid, of course, but I assumed the boss wouldn't miss such a moment, and I was terribly curious to peek. A long time ago, back in school, I persuaded some guys to fuck a girlfriend who had offended me, and they raped her, all five of them; I almost came from what I saw, but anyway.Yours was smoking on the balcony, and the boss was whispering something in her ear. Coming in from the balcony, he grabbed her by the ass and kissed her neck, and yours was smiling, clearly flirting. Then she asked him to turn around so she could change. While she was changing into a robe, he didn't take his eyes off her, and she was swaying her hips so languidly in front of him; the boss even got a hard-on, I saw it myself, and she was smirking, glancing in his direction. When she went into the bathroom, he undressed and slipped in after her; the door, for some reason, wasn't locked...
I quickly slipped into the toilet and, standing on the toilet, started watching through a small window. The glass was a bit fogged, but it was still quite visible how he approached her from behind and groped her tits. He kneaded them, stroked them, squeezed her nipples, seemed unable to get enough, and kissed her neck, while she closed her eyes and breathed heavily. Then one hand went down to her lower belly and covered her pussy. Natasha was babbling something like:
-What are you doing, what if someone comes in?... Not now... Stop, please...
But I could see she was enjoying it. She arched her ass like a bitch and rubbed against his cock.
I poured my friend some cognac and asked her to continue.
-And then, he spread her legs wider and groped her pussy thoroughly, then bent her over, grabbed her firmly by the hips, and slowly inserted it, as they say, balls-deep... She braced her elbows against the wall and started moaning quietly. He fucked her, first slowly, then faster, with immense pleasure. He didn't even put on a condom. He said various pleasant things, sometimes slapping her ass.
I remember him saying:
-Remember in the summer after the cleanup, how I did you in the grove on a pile of leaves?", and she in response:
-Yes, yes, I remember, I remember everything, it's so embarrassing, what if someone had seen...
-And at the corporate party after New Year's, remember, I tore your panties?
-Oh, yes, I remember, I remember everything, oh, it's so good, more, more, yes, yes, just like that, don't stop. Just don't let anyone come in...
-You know, she moaned like in a porn film, probably pretending, but maybe she really likes it, I don't know. Anyway, he came pretty quickly and pulled out of her. Then he turned her towards him and started hugging and kissing her passionately... I quietly left the toilet, then went into the corridor and made a loud noise when I started entering. I came in, Natasha was in the business trip. Riga.
hung my raincoat in the hallway, and he's already sitting at the table - staring at papers. I immediately go to the bathroom to wash my hands, I see Natalya all flushed, nipples erect, pussy swollen, red, and her eyes darting back and forth, and semen is dripping down her legs. He must have come inside her. I even felt amused. I thought - what a slut you are, girl...
-Well, well, go on - I said, pouring another glass of cognac for the guest; from her burning eyes, I understood she herself was on the verge of an orgasm.
-So, sometime towards morning, she went to the toilet, I pretended to be asleep, and he followed her in. I got up, approached, and pressed my ear to the door. I hear her pee, but she doesn't come out, and then quiet moans, sighs - gasps. The toilet seat wasn't creaking, so he was fucking her standing up. Moans with what sounded like sobs, maybe she didn't want to give it, or he was covering her mouth so she wouldn't scream. About ten minutes later, he quietly came out and went to bed, and your Natalya came out naked and slipped into the bathroom, even though she had gone in wearing panties and a nightgown. I decided to mess around, slowly stretched, got up, and went to the toilet. I see the nightgown in one corner, panties in another, and on the panties, big white stains; I immediately understood - semen. Too bad I didn't see how he was drilling her; he's a handsome, healthy man, his dick is big, and yours is petite, busty.
-Only twice? - I inquired.
The friend was quite tipsy and continued with relish.
-Nope, she gave it to him two more times...
After the third day, we were really tired, went to bed around 11. I woke up because the floor creaked. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him approach her bed and slip under the blanket with her. They fumbled around a bit there, groped each other, then I see her legs sticking out from under the edges of the blanket, and he starts thrusting into her. The bed is shaking, yours is moaning quietly, and he's pounding away. Then the blanket slowly slid off; I see his bare ass in the dark, jerk-jerk, and Natasha's legs are spread wide, lifted up, and she's taking him inside. She put her hands on his back and is helping him push deeper. He started groping her tits, pinching and pulling them like rattles, and fucking her slowly. He stuck two fingers in her mouth, and she started sucking and licking them. Seems she likes doing that... Then he put her on all fours, grabbed her by the tits, and started drilling her again. I'm lying there like in a movie theater, seeing everything. She's writhing all over and barely holding back from screaming. Whimpering, moaning, and thrusting back... She even started whispering, quite loudly:
-Oh, Vasilich, more, more, give it to me. Fuck me hard. Oh, it's so good. Give it to me deeper. Like that. Do me like that. Fuck me like a bitch... How big yours is. Make me feel good, like you know how, like you always do. If we were alone, I'd give it to you day and night.
-Then he said to her:
-Shut up, you fool, Lenka will hear... Then she'll blab to everyone that you're spreading your legs for me...
He covered her mouth and started increasing the pace. She jerked a bit and came under him. She trembled all over, cried out something, and collapsed on the bed, and he kept fucking her for another five minutes, like a rag doll... Towards the end, I hear him whisper:
-I'm coming, Natashka...
And she:
-Come inside me, it's okay today...
He jerked hard and started unloading into her... They lay there, catching their breath. The boss wandered back to his bed, lay down, and started snoring a minute later, and yours covered her pussy from below with her panties so it wouldn't leak too much and went to the bathroom; he must have come a lot inside her... I think your Natka has been serving as his mattress for a long time...
The last time he had her was when we were leaving. After going to the stop, your wife said she forgot something in the room and ran off. She's gone and gone. The boss said he'd find out what was going on and followed her. I, of course, went after them. A cleaner was cleaning the neighboring room, so I sneaked past her onto the balcony and peeked into our room; the balcony was shared, after all. Well, he was kissing yours, hugging her. Then he pressed down on her shoulders from above, and she obediently sank to her knees. The boss unzipped his fly and gave it to her mouth. Yours started sucking. He grabbed her head with his big hands and started thrusting. Fucked her mouth, and then laid her out on the bed, pulled her dress up to her waist, groped her tits, and started fucking her like a whore, while she was writhing, moaning, thrusting back, as if for the last time, and kept glancing at the door, like she didn't want to get caught. Such an orgy. Then he put her on all fours, grabbed her by the tits, and fucked her like an animal. She seemed to like it - opened her mouth, rolled her eyes to the ceiling, spread her legs incredibly wide, apparently decided to take his whole huge dick inside. The bed was shaking. Then she yells:
-Let me get on top.
He, of course, didn't object. Yours mounted the boss and started riding him, tits bouncing up and down, up and down. And loudly through her moans:
-Oooooh, give it to me, give it to me, fuck me, I'm your slave, I'm your whore, fuck me, I like it. Oooooh my master, fuck me properly. I'm your slave, I'm your doll. Oooooh how good you fuck me, yours is so big...
Then he got excited, flipped her onto her back, and started fucking her fiercely, saying:
-Yes, you're my slut, my beautiful whore, prostitute, little skin. My good girl, my precious tramp. When we get back, I'll take you to the bathhouse, to my friends, we'll pass you around in a circle, understood?
-Yes, yes, understood, I understand everything. You'll take me to the bathhouse and fuck your slut there, oooooh yes, fuck me, fuck me properly, oooooh, rape me, deeper, deeper... Aaaaah, Ooooooh. Fuck me, fuck me.
-My clever, understanding girl, we'll take you in three holes with my friends, like a whore, in three holes, like the lowest slut - do you want that?
-Yes, I want to, very much. If only someone would stick it in my mouth right now, such a high, such a high.
At that, he stuck two fingers in her mouth, and she started sucking them diligently, as if she was being fucked in the mouth and the pussy...
Then they started getting ready, Natalya leaned towards the boss's dick and sucked it a few times. Afterward, he helped her get dressed, and I, of course, got ahead of them.
By the end of the story, the friend was completely drunk and could barely pronounce the words. I saw her out the door, groped her breast on the way, and gave her a bottle of Martini...