Living life to the fullest
Svetlana met her husband about five years ago, and they got married four years ago. Since early childhood, Sveta had been a spoiled girl; she had wealthy parents who denied her nothing. She partied with her friends and simply had fun to the fullest. She got married because everyone else was doing it, and she didn't want to be the odd one out. Plus, she needed a husband who would fully support her so she wouldn't have to work. She found such a suitor who was captivated by Sveta's appearance.
Sveta couldn't complain about her looks. Voluptuous breasts of a beautiful shape, a stunning butt, a blonde with long hair, long, beautiful
legs, a pleasant face. Sveta had no shortage of suitors. She chose her husband, Ivan, mainly because he was well-off and basically crawled at her feet. In Sveta's opinion, with such a husband, she could live in prosperity; he would hang on her every word and indulge her in everything, while she could continue to enjoy life.Ivan was a simple guy; it so happened that he became in-demand in his field of writing computer programs and made good money from it. He was a kind guy; maybe he didn't have the physique of a bodybuilder and was a bit on the thin side, but his personal qualities compensated for everything. Sveta couldn't help but notice this and thought that life with such a person would be comfortable for her.
Before the wedding, she immediately laid it out for Ivan: she had no intention of working, and if he was ready to support her, then she would be with him. Ivan loved Sveta so much that he was ready to agree to any conditions. After the wedding, Ivan earned money for the family, and Sveta spent it on entertainment, jewelry, and clothes. Ivan simply idolized his girl. Sveta, in her own way, even loved Ivan, but it was more gratitude for the beautiful life than love.
In sex, Sveta determined when and how to make love. She used sex to manipulate Ivan, and gradually she brought it to the point where Ivan gave all his earnings to his wife, and she managed them as she wished. The house and car were also in Sveta's ownership; early in their life together, Ivan had everything registered solely in her name, and he had nothing. Although Sveta loved sex to the point of madness and was, in a sense, like a nymphomaniac, she didn't allow her husband access to her very often, in order to control him.
Sveta believed that if she gave it to him whenever he wanted, she might lose some of her power over him. So, they had sex no more than once a week, although several times a week Ivan would satisfy his wife orally; she, however, didn't allow him to finish.
— Sveta, maybe we can have sex tonight?
— I'm tired today and planning to go to sleep soon. You'd better lick me so I can relax and sleep better, and we'll make love with you some other time.
— I told you, I'm tired.
And it was always like that with them. After such a dialogue, Ivan could bring his wife to orgasm several times, after which she would turn away and fall asleep, and he would be left with nothing and with a hard, aroused cock.
In the fifth year of their life together, Sveta began to lack her husband's affection and needed something to fill this gap. The first to fill this gap was her masseur from the beauty salon. This young, athletic guy had long been attractive to her, but she hadn't allowed him anything extra until now, when Sveta decided to go for it.
— Come in, get ready for the massage.
Sveta usually didn't take off her panties and only unclasped her bra, but today she took everything off and covered herself with a blanket, waiting for the masseur. He entered the room as usual, pulled off the blanket, and was stunned by the sight of her nakedness. Sveta didn't even bat an eyelid.
— Get to work, I'm waiting.
The guy started kneading her back as usual.
— I want you to massage my buttocks and legs.
— Okay, I'll massage them.
Sveta watched the guy in the mirror in front of her; he blushed, and a bulge was protruding from his pants. She clearly hadn't left him indifferent. After he had massaged her buttocks and legs for a while, Sveta decided to continue seducing him and spread her legs apart, revealing her intimate parts to the masseur's gaze. Naturally, the guy couldn't resist and started stroking between her legs; his fingers slid over her beautiful, young labia. When he grew bolder, he ran a finger between those labia, collecting her feminine nectar on the tip of his finger.
Sveta closed her eyes and spread her legs even wider. Now the guy slid his fingers more boldly between her legs. His fingers descended even lower and found the very center of female sexual pleasure, and his fingers began to rub that area. Nectar from these caresses flowed like a river from Sveta's depths. Now he put two fingers together and carefully inserted them. At first, he worked them slowly, but as Sveta's arousal grew, he worked his fingers more actively. With his other hand, he continued to caress her clitoris.
Sveta could no longer withstand such caresses and came intensely. When the guy pulled out his fingers, her lubrication dripped from them. The guy didn't wipe his fingers but simply licked off the female secretions and, feeling the pleasant female taste, his cock reached its full strength and craved more. Now, without asking permission, the masseur turned Sveta to face him, bent her legs, and standing, entered her with his rod. Sveta admired her masseur; compared to her husband, this guy was a real male with a brutal look, and she wanted to be fucked.
The guy tirelessly worked his piston. Sveta began to approach her next peak. The guy sensed this and reached his fingers to her clitoris and began to massage it, all without stopping the movement of his cock. This became the trigger for her orgasm. Sveta screamed with pleasure; she had never had such wonderful fucking in her life.
The masseur didn't finish inside her; while Sveta was coming to her senses, he moved to her head and placed his cock to her lips. Sveta opened her mouth and took his cock. She was giving a blowjob for the first time; she hadn't wanted to spoil her husband with such things, although she really wanted to try this type of sex. For the first time, she did quite well, and the guy poured all his contents into her mouth. Sveta swallowed everything with great pleasure. After that, she got dressed, thanked the guy for the massage, and left the beauty salon for home.
Ivan was already home, waiting for his beloved wife, as usual after work, bustling in the kitchen. Sveta didn't like to cook and did it very rarely, so Ivan cooked more often.
— Hello, darling, come in, dinner will be ready soon.
— Thanks, I'm not hungry. I'm going to take a shower.
— What about a kiss for your husband?
Sveta approached her husband and touched his lips. Ivan smelled a strange odor, similar to his own semen, but didn't attach any significance to it. Although, deep down, suspicions began to creep in. His wife was already in the shower, washing away the traces of her recent infidelity.
But for some reason, she felt no pangs of conscience. On the contrary, she enjoyed the sex and now wanted more sex with other men. And having a cuckolded husband only added spice to the affair. Sveta had several other potential men in mind with whom she could get carnal pleasure...