Hmm, great things, I thought. I wonder what he means?

All Sunday, until the evening, we did not leave the room. Breakfast and lunch brought to the room. Ilya was insatiable, and burst through me. What is rabies uterus, I wanted and wanted. This was my first round-the-clock sex marathon. The first time I woke up in the morning with a man who gave me pleasure. With Victor, never had an overnight stay. Came, have sex and left. No restaurants, joint dinners, etc. He used me and I used them. Ilya fucked me with gusto, studying every part of the body, trying to bring me maximum pleasure. He gladly licked my point, worked it out with his fingers long and slowly, and only then entered me. The ass was not a virgin, Victor was there more than once. But he did it more rudely and in the beginning it hurt. Fucking my ass, he began to pull at my clit with his hand, then he told me to do it myself. What pleasure, pleasure from two parties, you feel a member in the ass, which like a piston works in it, and not left unattended pussy, which expires juices. Naturally, I did not have enough for a long time.

The orgasm blew all my crotch, I removed my hand from the clitoris and beat on the sofa with all my strength, screaming with pleasure. A couple more jolts and I feel like sperm striking my gut. I always liked when Victor finished my ass. This is a completely different feeling, not much like when you are on an empty stomach, take a couple of sips of good brandy, and feel how the burning liquid goes to the stomach and warms it. A similar feeling only in the ass. And now, I feel a warm seed inside the ass. I was ecstatic, closing my eyes thinking about my lovers, which one is better, Ilyusha or Victor? I didn’t know what an orgasm was, I didn’t know what sex was, I was never fucked several times and all the more, all night and day. A husband with a pussy, who has never failed to bring me to orgasm, and two lovers, fucking who carried me far beyond reality. Each was good in its own way. There was no better, both were my favorites.

I wanted both. Yes, all the best is relative. I was born in an eastern, Muslim country, where tradition is the integrity of a girl who marries. Before, I was in solidarity with this, for I myself got married in a tselka. But now I am against it. A married woman should try at least 3-4 members, and try her future husband before the wedding, just like the guy should tear off his future wife and check the compatibility of temperaments. Fuck with Ilya, completely changed me, switched, there was a certain click in the subconscious. I made my choice between the faithful, but not satisfied, not self-confident, complex-minded wife and a self-sufficient, satisfied and self-confident whore. I chose the latter. May I be a whore, in understanding my traditions, but I will be a full-fledged woman.

Ilya went home, promising to pick me up in the morning. There were difficult meetings, it was necessary to rest and gain strength, which I did not have. I could not walk normally, from the crook of the crotch. After a light supper in the room and taking a shower, I fell into bed.

At nine in the morning, Ilya drove up to the hotel and we headed to the first meeting. I will not describe the details of everything that happens in the next few days, I will say only one thing. Of the nine companies we managed to make deals with six, the seventh deal was to be made in Spain. Honestly, the owner of this company, I was wary of most. What is the criminal authority of the dashing nineties. Light icy eyes, which look like goosebumps.Brazen and tactless, it was felt that people for him, this is a common small change. But it was our largest client, and the conclusion of a contract with him promised big dividends to our company and good bonuses to me. In all transactions, I was at the height, carrying the proposals of competitors in tatters. Our tandem with Ilya was great. We understood each other from a half-word, walked through like an icebreaker. But with the last client, we had to act with extreme caution, because the wrong word, or the promised and not fulfilled in the future, could lead to disastrous consequences. Therefore, the negotiations lasted three days, and we were able to come to a common denominator. All night I worked on reworking a contract that his lawyers approved. But, as always, this fucking union comes up. He promised to think and give an answer soon. Although the main deal, as it seemed to me, was delayed, the mood went off scale. Indeed, most of the work, I did, my knowledge in the field of international law and the accumulated experience bore fruit.

Ilya decided to celebrate the successful completion of negotiations in a fish restaurant. Oysters, lobster, white wine, seafood salads. Half-drunk, we came to my room. This time I took the initiative, pounced on him like a hungry female after a long abstinence. I bit his nipples, licked his belly, dick, eggs, decided to open a new one, walked through the anus with his tongue, kissed him, then again with his tongue, licked him as if I was preparing to fuck. I liked my depravity, I liked to feel like a litter, confused, and a pleasing client. He fucked me twice, fucked me for a long time, had a drunk effect, and both times finished in my mouth. I took his sperm with pleasure, presenting my husband looking at us. It drove me crazy, I sat down on Elijah’s face, and imagined how my husband was licking my pussy pounded by a stranger’s man and finished with this fantasy.

The only ones who were glad of my return were children. God, how I missed them and how I didn’t want to see the face of my husband and mother-in-law. But there was no way out yet. It was necessary to endure and work. Plus, there was a surprise waiting for me at home. Orhan (this is my husband) announced to me that a friend of his father had promised him a good position in customs, and that soon I would say goodbye to work. I didn’t answer, I need a scandal upon arrival, it’s time, and secondly, I learned not to make decisions immediately, or rather, to think about counter-arguments and then go on the offensive. I became calculating, rectilinear and not much impudent.

The first day after a business trip in the office. I was allowed to come after lunch, as the flight was overnight. As I set foot in the office, I was told that the bosses were waiting for me in the office of Viktor Sergeyevich. I go, they both sit in chairs. Viktor has a smile from ear to ear

- Ilya told me how you differed in the negotiations. It is commendable, especially that you won over Solomon (Solomon, the very last client. His name is Gennady Vladimirovich Evpatov. Solomon, he got in crime. Probably for making some decisions)

- I have not conquered him yet, he is still thinking. So, it’s too early to talk about success. I was modest

- Do not Cry the blues. An hour ago Solomon called, he was in Barcelona, ​​waiting for us to conclude a contract, yes, and said about some details that we will discuss on the spot. But nothing serious. said pleased Ilya.

- So urgently give the passport to Güle (this is our general department), let him do the Schengen, and tell him to set the annual multivisa, then fly to Cyprus.

I was in seventh heaven with happiness and almost went crazy with the words of Victor

- Concerning Cyprus. There, you will spend most of your work. And for a while, you have to live there at all, bye.

- Bye, this is how much?

- I do not know, but not enough. We will rent a house for you, the salary, as promised ... and he, with a smile on his face, looked at Ilya, from which I turned red

- Rises and translates to euro in the equivalent of one to one. Plus, you will receive bonuses for six contracts, and half a percent of the deal with Solomon and all subsequent transactions will be paid at this rate.But bear in mind, all this will shatter to smithereens if the deal with Solomon falls through. Do everything and bring me this contract.

- Why only all the responsibility on me? Ilya will also be in talks

- No, honey, in this matter, you are the locomotive. Ilya ...