I've changed. Funny: changed and changed. Became more mature somehow, or something. If earlier in my life everything was simple and obvious: beloved husband, home and girlfriends, with whom we sometimes intended to chuck me at martinis while Oleg was at work, now everything has become difficult and uncertain. Late thoughts about responsibility and possible consequences climbed into my head and spoiled everything, overshadowed by that sensual firework of emotions from spontaneous sex with my boss Olezhka. Here it is necessary to make a reservation that I am from a decent family. Mom and Dad lived together all their lives, and there was never even a shadow of betrayal in their relationship. In any case, it seemed so to me. I also absorbed the same integrity systems. And now, when Sergey Vladimirovich has awakened a lustful female in me, she began to pull down one after another all the moral barriers that my parents so painstakingly erected in me. I was torn between the desire to remain faithful to my Oleg and the animal desire to surrender to a stronger male, between love and passion.

22 years old is not the age when a girl can, based on life experience, easily understand herself and set life priorities. Surely, if Sergey Vladimirovich had not appeared on that anniversary, and if he had not turned out to be so cynical and persevering, no thoughts of treason would have even crept into my poor head. Now I was thrown like a frail boat on the waves of desire. As soon as my boss leaned over my desk and glanced at my neckline, goosebumps began to run over my skin, my cheeks turned pink, and below everything was heavy and swollen. It was stronger than me.

I began to feel sharper. If earlier I perceived sex as a kind of unified and rapid action leading to pleasure, now, even with my husband, I began to feel more strongly every single touch of my hand, tongue and penis. I started to get high from the process of intercourse, it was not enough for me to just lay on my back with my legs apart, and take a man in myself, waiting for when it would come to a denouement and wondering if I would be able to enjoy it. I wanted to move, I liked to obey, now I was particularly pleased with the thought of how I looked from the side, in the eyes of a man.

Perhaps it is a subconscious attempt to bring all this confusion to a common denominator and reconcile my two halves, and led to subsequent events.

On the eve, on Friday, during the lunch break, I, in the usual pose, were breastfeeding on Sergei Vladimirovich’s desktop. The blouse was wide open, a short skirt thrown over the waist, panties with pantyhose lowered to the knees. Strongly caving in the lower back, so that it was more convenient for him to have me, I felt his tremors with my whole body, my breasts flattened against the table top, my nipples rubbed on the laminated surface of the chipboard. Enjoying every movement of my boss's fat member inside me, I suddenly caught myself thinking that I wanted Oleg, my husband. I want to right now, I want to kiss his lips, look into his eyes. I want him to feel and share my passion. Imagining how Oleg enters the office and sees me, in the most vulgar way, surrendering to his boss, as he holds my bare ass with his big hands and puts me on his body, occasionally splaying his hand over the buttocks, I finished it violently. The strongly reduced walls of the vagina forced the man to cum, and the dense stream of semen pulsing inside me extended my orgasm. I was no longer afraid to fly, after consulting with Oleg, I put a spiral. We decided that children should not be an accident.

In exhaustion, I slipped off the table, pulling on my panties and pantyhose, placing a napkin. Sergey Vladimirovich fastened his fly, sat me on the sofa, he returned to his chair. Now he let me arrange his appearance in his office. He was married, and he didn’t need the extra rumors either. Although it seemed to me that some already guess our connection. Murder will out.

Sneakily I admired his proud profile when he turned back to the laptop at work.

Restoring my light makeup, I remembered my unexpected fantasy and was even a little surprised. It always seemed to me that the thought of how a husband finds out about my infidelity terrifies me. And then this, frankly, the opposite effect.

Sergey kissed me at the door. I liked it when he kissed me on the lips. This was something so personal and sinful that it turned me on the floor. And now I felt how my body responds. I imagined what if I could kiss my Oleg right now, so that he could feel the warmth of his lips and the taste of another man on my lips. From this thought the desire flashed again, but with disappointment I was forced to retire to my workplace - the dinner was over.

In the evening, Olezhka and I were sitting together on the couch, embracing, watching some kind of romantic melodrama on the box. When the events on the screen began to slide into quite frankly trivial, I decided that there are more interesting ways to spend time. Jumping on my knees to Olezhka and closing the TV, I gave out:

- Kiss Me.

Oleg gently touched me with his lips:

- Was the wave flooding turquoise? He demanded mockingly. But I saw in my eyes that he was starting to get excited. I was wearing a short, homemade dressing-gown that I used to usually wrap in after a shower. Leaning on my knees and swaying smoothly, I pulled off his waist, exposing his chest in front of her husband. In anticipation, I felt the nipples tighten. Oleg decided to take a wait-and-see attitude and wait for the continuation, looking at my movements from under half-eyelids. Having accepted his conditions, I continued my striptease, slipping out of my robe and keenly feeling my nakedness against the background of a fully dressed home husband. Slightly shaking hips, I turned to my wife's booty, and, bending strongly, leaned over.

- Olezhek, kiss me there, - with excitement, my voice became lower, and a hoarse appeared.

A second later, I felt the skin of his buttocks hot breath. He began to kiss my ass, gradually going down below, pushing the buttocks with his hands. What a thrill! I groaned dully. Tongue penetrated the cleft, caressing my girl, his nose he touched the anus. So he never caressed me before. It looked like I got a lot of it.

I remembered that just a few weeks ago, where Olezhka’s language was now, I ruled over a member of his boss, and literally shook with excitement.

Turning to my husband, I began to tear off his T-shirt, stuck a kiss to his lips, which still preserved my taste. I went down below, caressing the tongue of his nipples, which are now strained like little pebbles. His cock literally tore his light sweatpants. I wrapped my hand around his cloth and began to massage lightly, sitting between the legs of my beloved, looking into his eyes.

- What do you want me to do? - I wanted to break Oleg's shyness, make him do something crazy. Usually during sex we were silent, and now I wanted something new.

For a while he looked at me, as if he was seeing him for the first time.

“Take it in your mouth,” he whispered dully. His eyes are now so dark with excitement.

“Make me,” I felt my cheeks burning, but I continued to look into his eyes and crush his body through my pants.

In one motion, he pulled down his pants with his underpants, and seized me by the hair, pressed his face to his groin. Suddenly, I realized that Olezhek is pretty strong with me.

- What should I do? - I whispered, peering into his eyes from below.

“Kiss me the eggs,” her husband croaked, “lick them with your tongue.”

I obeyed, doing it gently and passionately.

As if breaking through a dam, the words poured out of it:

- Now suck, take a deeper! So ... you are my girl! Open your mouth.

He got up and began to drive a member in the face. I sat with my mouth open and ...