The celebration of my thirties will be remembered for a long time. I fell into the cycle of such indecent events that I still remember this day with shame. But ... would not mind going through it again ... It was as if I was bathing in the ocean of lust that day, plunging into the abyss of pleasure over and over again, and the night brought long-awaited relief - so sweet I have never finished. It is good that my husband does not know anything about this sinful feast of sensuality. Or vice versa - he knows, and all this was arranged?

It all started with the fact that my husband Ilya offered to celebrate the anniversary at home. The times are not easy now, it’s expensive to rent a restaurant, and one familiar couple was supposed to come from another city. And these are tickets, and a hotel, and full of all sorts of other unforeseen expenses. I tried to resist weakly, I didn’t want to make friends for such a break through, it was supposed that at least twenty guests would come, but Illya convinced me, as always:

“Verunchik,” he said to me, squeezing it into the closet before leaving for work, “my love!” You only need to meet the guests - I will take care of the rest myself!

He gently rubbed his body against his lower abdomen, my robe dispersed to the sides, and I felt another weighty argument, which rested on my crotch. Confidence in his voice, and especially his movements, convinced me to give up, and I did not argue any more: an excited male organ acted hypnotically on me. In these moments, I always lose my composure and ability to resist. The husband knew this and used it at every opportunity - as it is now, for example.

I knelt down and quickly fulfilled my marital duties, lightening my loved one with a tablespoon of pure protein. She did everything quickly, he was not even late for work. From this blow job it all started ...

Even in the afternoon, long before the arrival of the guests, I tried on my favorite short red dress stocking with bare shoulders, in which my body looked particularly sexy. Despite the fact that I kept myself in shape, still the years were taking their toll, and even the smallest panties slammed into my body and stood out under the clothes. I decided not to wear them at all, left only in a dress and black fishnet stockings. The bra also looked vulgar, creating unnecessary folds on the dress, and I refused it. True, now my nipples defiantly stuck up, but I gave up on it: the son went on vacation to the camp at sea, and the rest of the guests - “all his own” for a long time.

In the afternoon, my husband sent home international assistance: the cooks Riccardo from an Italian restaurant, which his bosom friend owned, and some “jamshut” loaded with bottles and food. Chuchmek quickly unloaded and departed in an unknown direction, and the imported cook stayed to my death.

The Italian almost did not speak Russian and spread his vigorous activity in the kitchen. I tried to help him, but he smiled, confidently took me by the hips and led me away from the table on which I was cooking. At first I was embarrassed, and then I even liked his strong male grip on my bottom, not constrained by underwear. I saw the burning gaze of a temperamental southerner with whom he literally stripped me. My nipples stood with might and main, and I felt that it was slippery between my legs.

"I will go, I guess, I will check how the table is served ... and to sin is not far"I thought, and turned to leave the kitchen, in which the concentration of sexual tension began to go off scale. Throwing a glance at the cook, I was dumbfounded: under the apron a member of the Italian clearly emerged, resembling a good ripe banana. While the cook was harshly hindering something in the pan, I involuntarily extended my hand and touched his dignity with a sneak. The dick was as if poured and pulsed in my hand. My legs gave way and Riccardo easily picked me up.

- Che culo! (cool ass! Ital.) - chef exclaimed and felt my ass, running his hand under the dress, which by this time had ridden up indecently.

- Voglio scoparti? (do you want to fuck you?) - the Italian stallion asked sympathetically, pointing at the table in the hall and put his fingers into my hot womb. I gasped. It was unexpected and pleasant.

“Well ... Si,” I nodded, just in case, not understanding a word in Italian, and desperately trying to pull his hand out of my crotch.

"Probably something related to the table"I thought "Can ... serving pumped up?".

But it was not about serving ... Riccardo put me on his shoulder like a rolled-up carpet, and carried it to the hall. I tried to cover my shame with my hand, but the dress had already reached up to the navel, and I “entered” into a large room, flashing an intimate place - thank God, we were alone at home. The Italian put me on the floor, and I managed to pull up the dress. Then he unfolded it and laid it on the table with his breast. The dress turned up again, but I was already worried about something else: what was he up to this time?

I did not have time to be frightened and suddenly felt how his wet tongue from behind penetrated into me. Ricardo, as befits a real man, diligently vibrated inside me. A hot wave swept from the thighs to the head, and when he began to suck my clit, I got dark in my eyes. I groaned and spread my legs wide, bending forward to meet him.

- ABOUT! Ricardo ..., - I whispered, involuntarily moving my hips and catching his mind-blowing caresses, - do not ... I beg you!

- E il momento di scopare voi! (it's time to fuck you!), Riccardo exclaimed, and I felt that he was putting his hard Italian cock into my pussy.

- Not! - burst out of me, - stop! ... Please ... well, please ... stop ... - I sobbed, sweeping the Italian away with might and main: I had neither desire nor strength to resist the strong blows of his penis.

He powerfully smacked me and with every movement of his thighs I shifted to the window along with the table. Suddenly Riccardo shortly twitched and released a jet of sperm into me. I felt warm moisture fill me. The quick Italian finished, and I never caught up with him. Riccardo exhaled loudly and patted my ass.

- Grazie, Bella! Si figa succosa! (thanks, beautiful! You have a juicy cunt!), - the Italian said in gibberish language and quickly came out of me.

“Si ... Succosa,” I agreed, not realizing that he was babbling there, and, holding the crotch with my hands, I seeded into the bathroom: I started to spill out his sharp Italian seasoning.

Lifting her foot over the bath, she quickly washed up and wanted to caress herself: I didn’t have time to fully enjoy it. Although the Italian was good, but, unfortunately, too fast. I was just starting a sweet race, when the front door suddenly slammed and I heard the voice of my husband:

- Vera! I came!

I jumped out of the bathroom, smacked Ilya, and together we continued to prepare for meeting the guests. The unrequited orgasm faded into the background, although Illya involuntarily reminded me of this all the time: he kept squeezing me all the time, admiring my sexy look in this short red dress. Husband wound up so that he had to suck him off again in the bathroom while Riccardo was gathering his belongings in the kitchen - his mission was over.

The guests quickly gathered and soon all sat down at the festive table. It was noisy and fun, I was drunk on wine and congratulations in my address. Every man wanted to dance with me, and almost all of them squeezed my ass, whirling in a slow dance in the twilight of the room. By the end of the feast, I was invited to dance by two men at the same time. I was taken aback, but they were not taken aback, and they squeezed me in a dance between themselves: one pawed my chest, pressing my ass to my excited groin and kissing my neck, the other gently moving my hips over my pubic hair, and passionately kissing my lips.

Looking up for a moment from the two gentlemen's caressing affection, I pulled back the dress, which by this time was already somewhere around the waist, and looked at Ilya in a frightened way: he sat opposite and smiled.

- This is your day! - he shouted, blocking the music, - enjoy, Verunchik!

But I was embarrassed by the fact that my ...