The clock was already ten to six in the evening and the driver Irkina Chef will be under our windows at any moment. Today we are invited to the theater patron of my wife. You can not be late. It is clear that the boss apparently has already decided to appoint Irina as the head of the expert department, however this meeting is not without a certain meaning. Before going to the theater, Irka told me that the patron would like to meet me, as well as introduce me and her spouse. For an old experienced businessman, this is quite common. They love to know about their subordinates almost everything, including the details of family life.

I was already assembled and admired the latest preparations of my wife. She tied her long brown hair up to the back of her head, emphasizing her charming thin neck. Neat earlobes decorated the earrings with small sparkling brilliants that I donated for 30 years. The dark cherry evening dress favorably emphasized the transition of a narrow waist to steep hips, while the round trimmed butt did not look vulgar, but it attracted my gaze like a magnet. Through a slit from the side a charming leg peeped out. From the barely noticeable subdued sheen of the thin transparent nylon, I guessed that she was not wearing tights but stockings at the waist. My heart pounded rapidly and I sank down at her feet with the softness of a cat. With inexpressible tenderness, I took her turned ankles and, supporting her heels, alternately dressed them in tall Irish studs prepared by Irka. In response to the instantly rebellious bump on my trousers, her eyes were covered with languid languishing, but the ringing of a mobile phone brought us back to reality. With undisguised regret, we went down to the car.

... Irkin boss, Alexander Arnoldovich was a man in his 50s, strong build with strong big hands and a strong-willed face. Not without pleasure and not at all embarrassed by me, he looked Irka from head to toe, stopping his eyes on the places he liked most, and then introduced us to his family. In addition to his wife, Bella Borisovna, a lady of 45–46 years old, our son Ilya, a very thin and slim young man, made us a very attractive and apparently well-educated company. Like his father, he also ran over the Irkina figure, but with embarrassment he averted his eyes to the side and began a conversation with me.

... After the first act, of some terrible avant-garde action that took place on the stage, Alexander invited us to the buffet and offered a toast to the new head of the expert department. We drank champagne, fun and laughed a lot and did not notice the beginning of the second act. After drinking the second bottle, we felt a pleasant intoxication and a slight mist in the head. The atmosphere was more than located. Bella Borisovna asked me in a friendly way to take her to the ladies' room and, leaning on my elbow, showed us the way. The subtle aroma of her perfume enveloped me by intoxicating my already intoxicated head. Her twittering caressing my ear gave me a lot of pleasure. With all the forgetting that she is the spouse of my boss, I played around her waist. So we got back to the buffet, but there was no one there.

- They probably returned to the hall. And what shall we do? - Bella approached me at a dangerous distance, so that I felt the touch of her chest, abdomen and knees at the same time.

- Probably, we will follow them - I tried to answer her in tone, but the excitement caused by this not young, but still very sexy and beautiful woman betrayed me.

Silently, she touched my chest with her hand and, clutching at her tie, turned her back, pulling me to her so that my face approached her lips, and the stiffened limb rested on her ass. At the same moment she let go of her tie and walked to the door of the hall.Since the performance has already begun, we were not allowed to return to their former places, but were sent to the mezzanine in a closed box of the management. Without realizing what was happening, entangled in heavy curtains, we merged into a kiss. Her lips, they did not create imaginable, and my mouth gently took my tongue, apparently dreaming of something more substantial. At the same time, my hands lay on her legs and climbed under the hem of her dress. Caressing her legs, tightened in expensive branded tights, I noted that she does not have panties and her wet pussy soaked through thin nylon. No longer able to hold back, I began to take off my pants.

At this point, Bella dived to the bottom and with the experience of a real whore, she released my stick, immediately sending it into her mouth. What she did with my cock could not be called a blow job, she just fucked with her mouth. I wanted to admire this spectacle and free myself from the parter who had enveloped us, especially since we were above all in the hall and no one could see us. Having straightened the dark velvet, in the twilight that prevailed I was admiring my partner. Looking to the side, to our left just below in the closed guest bed, I saw my Irka, accompanied by her boss and his son. Alexander was sitting sideways with his back to me, slightly leaning towards my wife, almost completely closing Irka from my gaze. Their son, Elijah, sat the same, turning to Irka, it seemed that all three were talking about something. Her head was swaying slightly, as if agreeing with the interlocutors. At that moment I was trying to slow down the approaching orgasm, released my cock and began to drive them in the face of Bella. An experienced female wheezed from the excitement surging over her. With one hand she began to slowly stroke her pussy, while the other stroked my legs, putting her face under the light blows of a wet hot dick. Looking at Irka, I calmed down after seeing the old picture.

The absence of Illya in their box didn’t bother me much at that moment, almost didn’t torment me with remorse ... The story of IRINA ... When Igor went to accompany Bella to the toilet room it didn’t surprise anyone, this was the standard situation for the current situation taking into account the theatrical atmosphere, drinking alcohol and in the end, taking into account the difference in age. Having stayed in the buffet, Alexander brought the number of toasts to 5, which could not but affect my condition. Without being embarrassed by my son, my boss showered me with no equivocal compliments. Being an experienced seducer, he dressed them in such a casual form and gallantry laces that it was impossible not to accept them. In addition, being my direct boss, he contrived to weave into the conversation the visibility of production issues, while not giving me the opportunity to change the topic of conversation. Even the presence of his son and his age he used to endear me. Having lived with Igor for 8 years, I have never cheated on him. Although of course, during this period I had both fleeting passions and secret fantasies and passionate unbridled desires. Nevertheless, it only added spice to our sexual relations and added to my confidence in my sexual creed. 5 years ago after the birth of the Daughter, my feelings became richer and sharper. Our meetings were more varied and rarely resembled one another. Not without mutual pleasure, we discovered in Igor a terrific strength of hosiery-pantyhose fetishism. And I, in turn, dragged myself away from situational, role-playing meetings, mutual fantasies.

Going to the theater, at the end of the evening I thought to lure Igor into a hotel room and put on thin chocolate stockings on a lace belt, I decided to cover up the smoothly shaved pussy with transparent nylon panties. Igor did not disregard my stockings and, without revealing his excitement, put on his shoes. Probably the daytime associations and moods were played in unison with alcohol, but under a hail of complements of my boss, I felt a slight chill in my chest and a swelling chest.Catching the gaze of Alexander, falling into the slit of my dress on the exposed knees, I felt my pussy become wet. It all looked like a game with a third stranger, which we represented with my Igor. Watching the big hands of my boss, I mentally felt their strong, slightly rude embrace. The sudden desire to touch my pussy, I discharged slowly throwing ...