I never expected that the mistress, almost the wife of my high school and college friend, decided on this. This time I stayed at the best hotel in Sofia. We sat well in one of the Sofia restaurants, drank wine and talked a lot for life. Svetla was too active and Yurik said something to her several times in a language I, fortunately, do not understand. We hooted sweetly with local wine and about eleven went home. I caught a local taxi and arrived at the hotel. Not the best Sheraton in the world, but the best in Sofia. I was quite excited and was already thinking about local girls, but suddenly the bell rang. Called the porter from below.

- Mr. Istrin, the lady asks you.

- Give her here.

I was not mistaken - it was Svetla - a mature friend of my immature friend. She was about forty chetyrez, and we were thirty-five. I could not refuse to Yuri that the woman was very, very sexy, it just oozed out of her, but I would not have decided to associate with her the rest of my life. Nine years is still nine years. And at forty-four, the woman is no longer the same as at Jwad-twenty-five, although we can fuck better. As my mother-in-law says, a young body is another matter. But I didn't care. I was not going to marry her, but why not fuck her?

The phone cord was long and I managed to get champagne from the mini-bar. I assumed why this hypersexual matron is calling. I was not mistaken. In broken Russian, she asked if I was free. I replied that I was free and very lonely. While I was talking, I was jerking off, imagining how I would stare at her. Then I said: “I’m waiting, I want you, and if you didn’t call for this, then go to sleep.”

- I'm going. - there was a strangled answer of a mature whore.

I really wanted to drink, but I thought. What then I can not play with her. So I lit a cigarette and then went to brush my teeth. I thought she would just knock on the room, but the receptionist called again and asked if I was waiting for someone. I replied that I was waiting and asked to mess up the lady. I heard the clerk grin. But I was not very worried. I assumed that my lady was testing under the look of the receptionist. She was too old for a prostitute. But there was something in it. I only later found out what it was. She had an irrepressible thirst for fucking and adventure. She wanted to conquer me, to prove that Yuri was not wrong in choosing. And although she is not young, she is able to deliver heavenly pleasure. May be. I was with her well.

While I was waiting for her, I turned on some porn channel with lesbians, who caressed each other under the skirts in the office, and poured champagne.

Finally there was a knock at the door, I opened. In front of me was a lady in the juice, and throughout her appearance it was obvious that she had come to fuck me. At first I wanted to say something, but then I just pulled her into the room and pulled her to me.

What happened later is difficult to describe in words, but I will try. I did not particularly stand on ceremony, I knew why she came. And I decided to act a bit like a pig, suddenly like it.

She, like me, had not yet departed from our abundant libations at dinner, but I liked it. She smelled strongly of perfume and wine. She was dressed in a short, out-of-age dress and beautiful pumps. I immediately put my hand between her legs to feel if she was ready or not, she was more than ready. She wanted to fuck.

My hand fell into the hot gorge between her legs and I realized that under her tights there was no hint of panties, and there was a hole in the pantyhose and my hand immediately turned out to be on the wet threshold of the vagina. I started to crush him and my finger slipped inside, making her slightly shudder. It was slippery and hot. We did not talk, but stumbled and, almost falling, reached the bed and fell not on her, but on the floor nearby. She leaned back against the bed and opened her legs to make it easier for me to caress her. My hand frantically stroked her crotch.With my other hand, I pulled up, or rather, put my short skirt down so as not to interfere. For a second, I enjoyed the sight of still slim legs that were even slimmer from thick nylon pantyhose. With both hands I stroked the inner surface of her thighs and thumbs closed on her mature pussy. I don’t know how Yurik was pleasing her, but she liked that. With her lips she gave a half-half-whistling breath, as if trying to control herself. I stroked her with my full palm and: the first orgasm shook her. The aunt apparently experienced more than one orgasm in the evening, because it practically did not affect her. She was looking forward to the next one. My dick is already rubbing against his pants, reporting on his excited existence. I unzipped the zipper and pulled it out to give a little bit of freedom and just not pull into the pants. And I was close to this, although some anger and gave me strength. It was not even anger, it was akin to hate, close to love. I hated this whore that came to me at night, drunk and burning from lust and lust that had tormented my friend for nine long years.

I didn’t even think about what she could try to prove to me, although I later realized that she wanted to demonstrate that we all think the same place. Well, she succeeded, probably. We fucked that night selflessly. But the lady did not take into account one that I would be happy to inform Yuri about this.

I threw her on the floor and, without removing her pants, entered her well-moisturized pussy. Frankly, I did not want to kiss, so I focused on the movement below. The member entered and left freely, to the full length of 24 centimeters. I like it. I ripped the blouse and her breasts fell out into my palms. I frantically crushed them, tearing at the nipples. Looks like she liked it and she finished the second time while my dick was inside. She mumbled something in Bulgarian, but I did not understand it, but continued to fuck her mother pussy. Deep, tasteful, stroking thighs, covered with tights. I pulled out a member and showed her to the bed, she moved to a made bed. I turned her over on her stomach, adjusted her down skirt and began to stroke her ass. I really wanted to fuck her in the ass. She seemed ready for it. With both hands, she tore the pantyhose so as not to interfere, lift her ass and mumbled something again. I parted his hands to assess the situation. So-so, not a dream, but we both did not care at that moment, the main thing is to have sex. My thoughts on greasing were interrupted by a phone call. - Hell. Who brought hard. I tried to knock down the phone so as not to interfere. But the tube just fell on the floor, I had to pick it up, while I with a new force thrust a member of the lady into the already familiar hole.

- Hello.

- Hi how are you? Got it?

- Yes, but you prevented me, I'm busy with the lady.

- With a lady? Wow.

- She came herself. I talked and continued to stick a member into her vagina, and she, throwing back her head, opened the entrance to it, spreading her lips to the side, and holding the edges of the torn pantyhose, which still strove to meet.

- I'll tell you later.

- Until.

- Come on.

I introduced and pulled out a member, not very quickly, but not slowly, I eball her with pleasure, knowing that at least two more members had been in her pussy, her husband and her lover - my friend, and now mine. At the same time, Svetla was still massaging her brownish clit and soon finished again, squeezing my cock in her bosom. I also wanted to cum and let myself be free to orgasm, but it was not there. I had to pull out a member and tugging at the head of the entrance to her vagina touching the torn nylon, and then rolled out, I splashed on her stomach, chest, face. Sperm was thick and white, small, but thick drops raletal on her dark along. Yes, and to hell with it - I thought, - she wanted to.

Svetla did not react, still being impressed by the last orgasm. She sat on the floor with her legs apart and her hands between them. Her eyes were closed. From her still ...