Sexwife - is a wife who has sex with other men besides her husband, with his approval and, if desired. with his participation. (c) For those who are not interested in this topic, please do not waste your time reading this story and do not leave unnecessary comments. Thank.

Characters:

Artur Vaganovich - chief of a detective agency, in the not distant past, a high leader in the bodies.

Sergey is an aspiring detective.

Olga is a detective, Sergey's wife.

Vyacheslav is an experienced detective.

Elena is a detective, Vyacheslav's wife.

Today Sergey and his wife Olga are a little late for work. All because of these damn traffic jams! The chief, Arthur Vaganovich, was displeased. There was a morning meeting, and for a good twenty minutes already, the chief cheered Sergei for the lack of results on the assigned case of Mrs Tursunova, instructed a bunch of tasks.

- Everything! - Oranul Artur Vaganovich - everyone is free! Sergey, the report should be on my table in thirty minutes!

When the puzzled subordinates reached out of the office, the chief added:

- Olya, stay.

Sergey flopped for his workplace and stared at the computer monitor. He once again tried to mentally systematize all the facts in the Tursunova case.

Artur Vaganovich and Olga were left alone. The chief unbuttoned his trousers, throwing out his rather big member:

- Olya, something you and Sergey have upset me lately.

She knew what to do. Not in the first. Olga went to the chief, knelt down and crawled under the table. She took Arthur Vaganovich's limp penis in her mouth and began to pull him in, licking the trunk and eggs.

Sergey frowned: Tursunov Alexander Borisovich, the owner of the night bar, three days ago asked the agency to check his loyalty to his spouse Oksana Petrovna Tursunova. The chief entrusted this case to him and Olga.

- I certainly understand that Serezha is new to our business, but you are an experienced person! - Artur Vaganovich patted Olga on the head.

- Yeah - without taking a member out of her mouth, confirmed Olga.

She gently wrapped her lips around the head of his already risen organ and ran her tongue along the trunk, while she devotedly looked the boss in the eye from the bottom up.

- I need a result, I understand !?

Olga obediently nodded, putting her mouth on the member's chief deeper. She began to make a deep blowjob, all accelerating and accelerating head movements.

- Yes! I need a result! aaah - Artur Vaganovich began to finish, simultaneously reading Olga morality - ... ummm ... tomorrow, you and your husband stand here and report to me who this Tursunov is doing, right?! ... sss ... aaahhhh !!! everything! is free!

Olga, smiling, without opening her lips, got up from her knees, straightened her skirt, and hurried to the exit.

- Result tomorrow, Olya! - caught her voice chef - and ... thank you.

Rolling a brackish liquid in her mouth, Olya nodded and left.

Sergey began to recruit a report:

1 Tursunova Oksana Petrovna, 31 years old, daughter Anna 8 years old from first marriage, son Denis 5 years old from second with Tursunov A. B ..

2 Place of work - the company "See“Monitoring trends and forecasting the level of world prices. Position - assistant consultant (?).

3 The result of outdoor surveillance in places of rest - the lack of love affair.

4 Surveillance at the workplace - not conducted due to closed access to the object.

"That's all, in general, and everything ..." - Sergey thought sadly - "The chief for such a report will fuck ..."

- What, dear, you break your head? - Olga sat on the edge of the table next to her husband - do not worry, even though Arthur was angry with us, but I settled everything. And everything has already come up with! You and I will try to get a job in the office of this Tursunova. And then we will see if we don’t take it, then we will try to install at least a camera, well, if we take it, we’ll observe it ourselves, take a couple of shots, and that’s the end of it.Well, am I with you?

Sergey obediently nodded.

He looked appreciatively at his wife. Olga was dressed in a strict suit. The floors of her jacket were wide open, showing a snow-white blouse, the buttons of which were unbuttoned to the chest, exposing the upper part of seductive roundness. The lower part with dark big nipples was visible through a translucent blouse. Wearing underwear agency employees was strictly prohibited.

Olga erotically chatted with a half-lifted shoe.

“Why did the chef ask you to stay?” - Sergey asked coldly.

His wife gave him a sly look:

- He said that tomorrow the result on Tursunova is waiting ...

- and all?

- Not.

Olga leaned toward her husband so that her lips would almost touch his lips. At the same time, a wonderful view of her waving bare breasts under a bulging blouse. She said softly:

- It was a morning blowjob.

- I hope he was pleased - Sergey sour grimaced.

- I tried - my wife grinned - he even said thanks when he finished.

Sergey was silent.

- Kiss your wife - Olga persistently said - or forgot?

Sergey smacked her lips.

- I do remember! how come at work is not considered ... to blame, he himself began ...

Olga waved her hand at him, broke her arms, and, taking a sip from her husband's mug, smelled freshly brewed coffee, wagging her hips, headed for her table.

- Forgive me, I'm just jealous - Sergey was embarrassed - because you are my wife, I love you and I am afraid to lose.

- I will write us on the Internet for an interview with Tursunova, and you run to the boss with the report, and then half an hour has passed - Olga peacefully smiled at her husband and quietly added - where are we going away from each other, my love?

In the dim corridor it was stuffy. A rare lineup of applicants huddled to the door with the inscription “Seek. Humanresourcesdepartment. Olga took off her jacket and sat, fanning herself with documents like a fan. Sergey stood opposite, arms crossed. Suddenly, the personnel department door opened abruptly and from there a flushed young girl literally flew out with the words:

- Yes, you ... yes you ... perverts!

and, without turning around, rushed along a poorly lit corridor to the exit.

Next in line were Sergey and Olga. They looked at each other and entered.

In the small room in front of them sat an elderly woman in a bright crimson blouse. Without looking up from the monitor, she uttered the tone, memorized to automatism:

- Leave the outerwear on the hanger behind, hand over technical equipment, cell phones, photo and video equipment on my desk, put on shoe covers, stand behind the metal detector stand, wait for further orders.

Olga slowly turned around and hung her coat on the coat hook hanger. Her example was followed by Sergey. Each of them feverishly figured out how to carry a stocked mini-camera. Each of them was a little surprised by such an atypical beginning of the interview.

They performed all the commands exactly and when everything was ready the woman in a bright crimson blouse pressed one of the keyboard buttons. The metal detector stand clicked a couple of times and squeaked a computer on her desk.

- Stripping to the waist, putting things close to the basket - without emotionally commanded a blouse.

Sergey looked questioningly at his wife. She answered him with a facial expression, such as “it is necessary — it is necessary, where to go? ...” and began to unbutton her blouse.

Sergey threw his shirt into the basket and put his arm around Olga. She covered her bare breasts with her hands and waited for further orders. This time, the stand made the shutter sound of the camera. Behind her blouse, a previously inconspicuous door opened.

- Now go straight down the hallway to room three.

- So naked and go? - Olga asked.

But the aunt, having lost all interest in them, silently clicked her withered fingers on the keyboard.

Sergey stood in indecision, looking inquiringly at his wife. Olga thought for a moment, but then took a step forward and whispered to Sergey:

- The evening ceases to be languid ...

Holding her breasts, she disappeared behind the door. Sergey followed ...