Hello to all my readers! I have received many letters from you and thank you for your feedback and I want to tell you another story.

My husband went to Poland for business, although I asked him to take me with him, but he refused, saying that he would stay there for three days and be busy from morning to evening, so there would be no time for shopping and sightseeing with me. I was not offended at it, because I know very well how it works - it is worn as announced, the word is a break and it is simply incompatible. But all the same, it was boring at home, and the prospect of forgive me for three evenings alone was not impressive. On the eve of his departure, my friend Nastya called me and asked her to excuse. They had to have a party at work, and her husband did not want to let her go alone, because the party would be out of town and rather late. I agreed to say that I would go with her, and when I learned that my husband does not take me with me, I asked a friend to take me to a party. Nastya willingly agreed, because we always liked each other’s company. On the day of departure, she called me and told me to get ready, clothes - "parade - weekend". I wore my favorite! e cream dress: deep neckline, length to toe, a high slit on the thigh, which, when walking, bared my leg to the gum stocking. Lingerie and stockings I picked up in tone to the dress. I liked to look sexy. And in this dress I felt that way. When I leaned in the section of the dress you could see my chest. Nastya drove me at 19—00. I noticed the package in her hands, and asking for an answer:

- I need to change clothes.

Indeed, she looked somehow ridiculous on my background: jeans, sweater, sneakers, baseball cap. Her husband, Oleg, is just a tyrant of some kind, jealous of her even to a lamppost.

She walked into the hall and began to change clothes. I took everything off and got the clothes out of the bag. I looked at her and started to get excited from such a spectacle: Nastya began to slowly put on her black lace panties, which fitted her rather big ass, put on a transparent bra through which her nipples were visible. At that moment my legs felt wet and my chest began to ache.

The next moment I wanted to go to my friend and fuck her - she took out new tights from the package and started to wear them. They turned out to be made like stockings with garters - there were cutouts in the front and back. A friend saw me looking at her and asked:

- Like?

I replied that she looks just super.

She spun around the mirror for another five minutes, and then put on a narrow, short skirt that fitted her delicious ass, wore a thin button-down blouse on top and left the top buttons unbuttoned.

- Well, how? She asked.

I did not answer, but just walked over to her and whispered in her ear:

“I would fuck you,” and stroked her breast.

Through her thin bust and blouse, swollen nipples immediately emerged, and in her eyes a fucking light came on. She laughed and said that I also looked cool.

We arrived at the party. It took place in a small estate that belonged to the director of their company. In the spacious hall, the table was already laid and everything was already seated in its place. Nastya and I left two places nearby and joined the feast. The company was selected cheerful and noisy. Basically, all were about our age of 25-35 years. Most, of course, were men. I immediately rushed a handsome guy of about 30, tall, dark. Then I learned that his name is Cyril. The wine flowed just like a river, and after a couple of hours the dancing began. I noticed that Julia constantly looks at Cyril and just devours his gaze. We extinguished the light and we started dancing, it became hot and I went to the balcony to smoke and air out, as the head from the drunk contents began to buzz.When I returned, I decided to talk to Nastya about how we were going to go home, because my friend could hardly have got behind the wheel. Everyone was dancing, but she was nowhere to be seen. I went to roam around the house and heard music in the room on the second floor and decided that Nastya was gossiping with her friends there as always. I quietly opened the door and just was stunned: Cyril sat on the couch and moaned, and my married girlfriend, kneeling, was doing blowjob for him. The skirt she rode up and her tights were visible, which exposed her ass. Since the door was located behind her, she could not see me, and I stood rooted to the spot and looked at them. A few minutes later, Cyril began to moan even harder, and Nastya made her mouth work harder. He finished, raised his head, saw me and smiled, and my girlfriend continued to suck his sperm. My panties got wet for the second time that day, and my belly ached. I quietly closed the door and went to all. In the hall, the tables were pushed aside and everyone sat down on the sofa and chairs. I sat down from the edge, extinguished the light and put a cassette with some previous holiday. I was not at all interested in looking at them, but most of all I was concerned with the fact that Nastya was kneeling in front of her eyes and sucking Cyril's cock. Suddenly a hand fell on my shoulder. I looked up and saw HIM. Cyril looked at me and smiled. On the side, I saw a friend who giggled with her friend. Cyril asked:

- Can I sit next?

In response, I just nodded. He was sitting next to the arm of the sofa and therefore was taller than me. He put his right hand on the back. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he was not looking at the TV, but into the neckline of my dress. He could see my breasts very well. I really liked it very much and already then I decided to fuck him today, but I still didn’t guess how it would be. I decided to play with him: a little twitching on the sofa (as if I was not comfortable to sit) the cut on the dress exposed my right leg so that the gum on my flesh-colored stockings could be seen, and continued to look at the screen, and follow Cyril with the corner of my eye. He had completely forgotten about the TV and frankly devoured my body with his eyes. His pants stuck out in the groin. It seems that Kirill’s patience broke and he stooped to his ear and asked me:

- May I move to another seat?

- Where? - I answered naively.

“I want you to sit on my lap, but it’s very uncomfortable to sit on the side,” he said.

I got up from my seat, and he quickly took it. Nobody paid any attention to us, and we didn’t care. I sat on his knees and immediately felt like a member rested against my snatch. Cyril sat so shortly and started his own business. Since we were sitting on the edge, he very slowly began to stroke my chest with his left hand. First, through the dress, and then climbed into the neckline and fingers began to squeeze my nipples, they instantly became elastic. Then the entrance went and the right hand, which lay on my right thigh. My eyes have long been closed, I was quietly moaning. Lips, he caressed my neck, kissed the earlobe. Slowly, the right hand began its movement in my thigh, getting closer and closer to my pussy. When she got to her panties and he pushed them aside, I thought my head would burst from the strain. Kirill did everything slowly and carefully, as if examining my body millimeter by millimeter. From such a situation (around 15 people, I sit on the lap of an unfamiliar man who squeezes me for all the charms) I felt like never before. He continued to caress me: his left hand had already reached into a bra and creased my chest, while the right one was in panties and stroked my swollen clit. I spread her legs wider so that his fingers entered my aching cunt, and Cyril immediately took advantage of this. He put two fingers into my cave, and began to masturbate my big clit with a big one. I needed a little bit, because I had been flowing for several hours, after 5 minutes I had finished. I wanted to scream, but I just screamed a little, because at that moment he turned my head to himself and kissed me.He held his hand a little more in my ...