pleasure. The member, already hard as a rock, disappeared and appeared in her mouth, causing me a wave of desire. The girl's tongue reached my testicles, and she diligently, with feeling, licked them. I was not able to analyze something, how she managed to be so passionate with a stranger, in fact, a man, but the effect of her passion was truthful, I could appreciate him with my body.

I catch the feeling that I will soon finish and stop her. I did not want to stop this quickly, and I suspect that the Observer (as I called him in this situation) also wanted to continue. Having a little recovered and knocking down the transient approach of an orgasm, I took off my pants, picked up the rather excited Lenka and put it on the bed. He took off his peignoir, exposing his roundish, rather beautiful breasts, his lips pressed into his neck, securing his arousal with a long and tight kiss. She hugged and pulled me to her, allowing me to cover my neck with fussy caresses. Then I spread her slender legs, without removing the shoes from the girl, lowered my head down to the crotch of my partner and with a finger pushed her string of panties. She groaned in anticipation of my caress, and when her tongue climbed into her hole, she screamed loudly. Mouth, I eagerly dug into her swollen clitoris, processing it with smooth circular movements of the tongue and pulling out noisy sighs from the girl. From Lenkin's wet hollow, there was a smell of female excitement, the most pleasant smell in the world.

Then we practiced each other, she was my member, I was her vagina, at the same time, I was from below, she was above (Lena asked so). Classic "69". She came twice from my tongue, before I could not hold back from her skillful oral caress, I let her down into her mouth. Lenka gently wiped the remains of the swallowed semen from the chin and washed down with a glass of red wine. I admired her at that moment and restrained myself so as not to wink at the ceiling, from which, I was sure, we were watched by omnipresent Misha. It became easy for me, and the orgasm triumphs my nerves.

After a half-hour pause, I covered her from above with my torso, and the still wet vagina let my cock inside. He slid freely and energetically, and Lenka squealed again, receiving a series of first shocks. I am well and at the same time reckless, I never posed for cameras in the role of a sex partner. That's exactly what you need to try. My partner was able, sensual and given away without a hint of modesty, and I am sure that this was what she (or them) intended.

- Yes, Sasha ... come on ... dear, more, - similar phrases were poured from her mouth when I tried to push her to the next peak of pleasure. Scratching my back, breathing hoarsely in my ear, getting a series of frictions between my legs. Lena's hot hole takes every cell of my dick. She arched like a father when she buried her nails in the mattress, Helen gave herself another wave of orgasm. Her scream, heart-rending and triumphant, erupted around the room. The rumor remained to absorb the impression of Lenkina passion. Everything...

“Just don’t cum in me,” exhausted Lenka asks barely audibly.

I looked down between her divorced legs at the seductive hole with the dick inserted, made several more jolts and, abruptly pulling my end out, poured out on her shaved pubis. A trickle of sperm dribbled to her spreading hole with a thin thread, sprinkled her lips and dropped it on the sheet. I admire naked Lenka with my legs apart before me and mentally thank her for the orgasm she presented. She pulled me to her, and I buried my face in her loose red hair ...

We have already moved away from sex and experienced lust, just lay on the bed, grouping our thoughts - each with our own. We looked like schoolchildren who had successfully completed their homework. Of course, Misha will give an assessment, and during the intercourse I consciously tried to be on top, so that the husband from the height of the ceiling cameras could see the beloved face of his beloved wife.

- Do you think he saw everything? - I asked Lenka.

“I think so,” she answered calmly. I peer into her eyes, but I do not find in them any constraint, no other reaction, only relaxation and satisfaction. She strokes my arm, still under the impression of intimacy.

- Sasha ... Did you like it with me?

Lena wants recognition that she is a bright and sexy woman, and recognition not only from her husband, but also from me. In any case, I think so.

- You're lovely, Helen. And Misha is a real lucky one. Remind him of this more often; it seems he just forgot it, ”I reply.

It's time to ask me.

- Len ... Tell me ... Did not you then gave me those gloves?

She looks at me with incomprehension.

- what are the gloves? Sasha, what are you talking about?

- At school, on my birthday? - I remind.

She never remembered that day. Time shortens the memory of school events. Especially if they are not yours. A kiss on the cheek, I get dressed, refuse coffee and leave, getting a cheerful and perhaps even grateful look at the door of Lenka.

... A couple of days later he called me. I suspected that this would happen. Officially and politely, as a law enforcement officer under investigation, he suggested that I drive up to the indicated place. “BMW” flashed my headlights and I got into his car. He knew that the conversation would not be long, but for him, of course, masculine and necessary.

“Sasha ...” he began. - I, I hope, you had enough brains to understand all this correctly and not to invent about Lenka and me, it’s not God's message.

I confirmed to him that, with understanding, everything is OK, and that he can be calm - no one will know about sex with his wife, I give my word. He nodded in satisfaction. His eyes suddenly glittered, and he could not hold back the revelations from his experiences.

- I never got so much pleasure, until I saw her orgasm with you. Do you know what I mean. And then in the evening I returned home, and it was the best night we have since the honeymoon ended. Maybe the best ever since we are together. We fucked like never before. I confess, Sanya, as a peasant to a peasant - I stood on her time after time. - And added with excitement. - She's super, right?

And here I sincerely confirm that he is right. Misha no longer looks like a strict FSB officer. He looks like a husband who has found his wife again.

“I have long wanted to arrange something like this,” he continued excitedly. Shake up the routine of family life, bring back the taste of jealousy and at the same time control everything ... Thank you, boy, you helped me. Us.

It seemed to me inappropriate to thank Lena in return for the pleasure he had brought. He slapped me lightly on the shoulder, making it clear that the conversation was over. But the last question is for me.

“Answer honestly, Misha,” I asked seriously. - You decided to invite me for this, because I am a famous boxer? Like, celebrity, prestigious and all that?

He grinned, kindly fatherly. Misha was older and smarter than me.

- You are a fool, Sasha. - Then he said that gave answers to all my questions.

- I know what's wrong with you. That you are sick and your affairs ... not really. In my department, such things are found out very quickly. I occupy a serious post in a well-known state structure and cannot allow anyone to think about Lenka as a b ... and, and about me, as a ... You understand. And I wanted that if I organized this, the guy who fucked my wife took this info to the grave.

That's it. Already the FSB buried me, smiling sadly, I thought. I assure Michael that I didn’t think about him and his wife somehow ... disparagingly. And their invitation to spend time with Lena not only accepted, but also understood correctly. Misha's eyes warmed by my words.

- And you, in any case, get better, - Misha wished. - And if you want, we can repeat it all very soon. Lenka also liked it. And it is important for me that she married with me was happy.

“Thank you, Mikhail, for the offer,” I reply. - But, you know, I can’t promise in my situation.

- Then hold on, boy, - says Lenkin husband, then, as if he remembers something, he puts his hand into the bardachek of a car and pulls out a flat case from there, holding it out to me.

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