Once in a little drunk, we opened up with one of my friends. The conversation turned to the fact that under the influence of the moment we all do crazy things. For me, she has always been a model of chastity, loyalty and virtue. And taking into account the Asian upbringing, her story, to be honest, even plunged me into a small shock.

She is a short beautiful brown-haired woman, 167 cm tall with a weight of 62 kg. Long silky hair and a trim figure with beautiful forms cast, I think, not only frivolous thoughts on me. Working at school as a Russian language teacher, probably for many high school students, she was a kind of sex symbol.

She has an excellent family, her husband is 3 years older than her, stocky, pumped up, engaged in business. You can always see from them that they love each other, and they are trying to do everything together. Two children, daughters 16 years old and a son 2 years younger. As she herself confessed, her husband was the only man in her life. Not that she didn’t allow herself to admit another man to herself. But...

However, in the furnace of the lyrics, I bring the story to your judgment:

Temptation

It happened two years ago ...

The story that happened to me spontaneously and so swiftly, which left pleasant memories, that even after so many months causes a gentle smile on my lips, I still keep in myself, I have not shared it with anyone and have not told anyone.

It was autumn. My husband was supposed to go to Moscow for a week

and took me with our son (12 years old) with me, unwind. On arrival

settled in the hotel, the first three days he was busy with his business and my son and I were mostly in the hotel or went out nearby. On the fourth day, my husband was completely free, he said that we would go to look at the city, and in the evening we were going to football and in the morning we all went to the city tour together. I spent the whole day on my feet, visiting Moscow sights, and when I returned to my room at seven o'clock in the evening, I was so tired and my legs hurt so much that I could not walk.

Naturally about any campaign on football for me there could be no question.

My husband said that I wanted to relax, so they went to football themselves. He and his son began to pack up and when he left he said “if you want, order a massage on your feet”. I replied that even this does not have the strength and I just want to relax. He: “then I will try to order downstairs at the reception,” and they left. Five minutes later he called me and said that everything was done, that he ordered the massage.

Somewhere in half an hour I just had time to take a shower, I heard a call to

a door. I open it, and there stands a handsome, sporty young man of about 25–28, asks, “did you order a foot massage?” I said that I ordered it and I let it into the room. I missed, and I felt embarrassed right away, firstly because I didn’t expect a man to do the massage, secondly I had never been alone in a room with a foreign man before, and besides in such a homely form

- I was wearing a hotel terry bathrobe over my naked body, without makeup, my hair was loose, I had not had time to dry yet.

He said that the massage costs two thousand rubles and, when I gave him the money, went into the room, pushed the chair away from the wall and suggested that I sit in the chair and relax, while he went to the bathroom, saying that he had to wash his hands and take towels. I sit and it becomes even more embarrassing for me to think “and there on the hanger my panties with a bra are completely visible, as if on purpose, what will he think of me ?!”

But when he came back, he did not give a look, neatly wrapped my feet in a warm towel soaked in hot water, saying that the heat would help to quickly relax. I walked around the back of the chair and started doing a light massage of the head, neck, shoulders, saying that for maximum effect I should relax, talking about the origin of the foot massage, its benefits, etc.

At first I was really tense.After all, for the first time in my life, an outsider was touching me. But he acted professionally and under the influence of his words and dexterous stroking of shoulders and arms I calmed down and gradually began to relax.

Then he squatted at my feet, freed my left leg, and put it on his thigh, after having previously spread a fresh towel. I pulled a tube out of my purse, saying that it was a special massage oil and began to cover my foot abundantly with this oil. The massage was great, just right. He did so professionally every movement, every pressure and stroking ...

And the room was filled with such a pleasant, caressing aroma from oil ...

I finally relaxed and leaned back in my chair, my eyes closed by themselves and I was gradually drawn into slumber.

When the eyes opened, he was already massaging my right leg. I looked, apparently because of the rearrangement of the legs (or, most likely, he so specially arranged it, because the left leg was set quite apart), the floor of the dressing gown dispersed and hid a little less than half of my hips.

He probably felt that I was awake and looked at me.

I saw some shine in his eyes, there was a smile on his lips, or a slight smile, and continued to massage, looking into my eyes. I remembered that I did not have panties and now all my charms are visible to him, but I had neither the strength nor the desire to close my legs or hide behind a bathrobe. My whole body was overwhelmed with such bliss, such bliss, I did not want to stop it.

Yes, and it was nice because he sees me there and wanted a little

flirt with this handsome man. I again put my head on the back of the chair and closed my eyes ...

After a while, I felt his hands began to stroke my

calves, walked a little more on the outer side of the thighs to the buttocks, thereby finally throwing open the floor of the dressing gown, and came back on the inner side of the thighs, and so on several times. Then he stroked only the inside from the bottom up to the end ...

I was ashamed, I already knew that I blushed to the ears, because

From that moment on, no one except her husband saw me naked, no man except her husband touched these parts of my body. It was a shame, but to the point of madness it was pleasant His caresses really drove him crazy, his fingers worked wonders, I was very excited ...

I opened my eyes and met his eyes again. He is the same

with a smile, with the same fire in my eyes, looking at me silently let my hands down my sides, raised my ass and pulled me close. I was lying in the chair, my ass was hanging a little bit, legs bent at the knees were on the floor.

He spread them even wider, bent down and began to tongue caress my pussy.

This was the last straw for my overflowing bowl.

excitement. My eyes clouded over, my hands spontaneously pressed his head to the crotch, a long moan of pleasure erupted from my throat and I huddled up in convulsions of an orgasm ...

He gave me a little breathing, straightened up, remaining on his knees, untied the belt of my dressing gown, opened it and squeezed my breasts tightly with both hands and at the same time, without looking up, looked into my eyes with his full passion.

I felt that something warm touched my pussy. Right away

I realized that it was and even in my head flashed the thought “and when did he manage to take off his trousers?” and immediately another “it is impossible! Then it is treason! All the more dangerous days! ” I began to push him away and escape, I wanted to shout “let go,” but for some reason instead of screaming I got a quiet moan. And he squeezed me tightly around my waist, pulled me up, helping me to push my hips apart with my elbows, and started pushing me in the direction of my crotch, approaching my goal with every movement. I was all tense, pulled out, repelled, but the forces were not equal. After a few pushes, he still got to the right place. As soon as he came, he made a sharp leap forward, bursting into me, burning everything in my gut.

At that moment, the strength left me and I gave up. It seemed to me that he was tearing me apart. Again it darkened before my eyes, a rumble struck in my head, and once again I huddled in convulsions ...

When I came to my senses a little, the first thing I felt was

wave that emanated from the bottom of the abdomen and spread throughout

to the body. He loosened his grip, but still held my waist and

measured movements continued to torment my pussy. He had such a big, strong, so hot ... with every push of it I felt like he completely fills and stretches my insides. It was nice to feel this in me ... I was so grateful to him ...

At that moment I forgot about everything, forgot that I was married, forgot that this was absolutely a stranger to me, forgot about dangerous days ... I wanted only one thing so that it would not

was terminated.

He leaned over and covered my lips with a passionate kiss, I pulled my legs up to her back, hugged him and pressed my whole body. A lump began to approach my throat ... he kissed, sucked my lips, neck, breasts,

firmly pressed me to the chair with his weight, I ran my fingers in

his hair, stroking his shoulders, his back, pulling on his buttocks, trying

surrender to him completely ...

Suddenly, he accelerated the pace, the blows became stronger and more sweeping, I felt his penis become as hard as a stone, darkened before my eyes again, and when he pushed it all the way down, with a groan I began to shoot my hot liquid deep inside me, .

The orgasm was so bright, so deep that I blacked out. When

she opened her eyes, he was already dressed, and I was lying in a chair with my legs spread on the floor. He smiled at me, bent down, stroked his cheek, kissed his lips and silently left. I didn't even recognize his name ...

When my husband and son came back from football, I was already in bed. Husband

she said that she had already had dinner and citing fatigue and pain in her legs (the massage also did not help!), asked to give me sleep.

Two days later we returned home ...

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