All that is described in the story is real from and to, except the names of the participants in the event. It all started 2 years ago, when I, after returning from another business trip, quite by chance find out that my wife, whom we were together with before this 3 years, has changed me with one of my acquaintances. There was a terrible quarrel, a scandal, but still I managed to nag in myself the strength not to destroy the family, tk. in general, everything was fine and I started to catch myself thinking that I was interested, how it was all happening to them, or rather not even interesting, and I'm excited by the thought of this, about how he fucks her ... And so, once again, after the next act, when I was lying in bed and stroking my wife, I quietly led her to that event, 2 years ago. Of course, I had to persuade her to tell me about what had happened, but I managed to do it ...

"..... he came, brought a cassette with some film that we wanted to see for a long time, and since I was completely bored, I suggested that he go through, sit, chat." I took two jars of beer out of the refrigerator, and we sitting, watching TV chatting about anything. Gradually, the amount of drunk increased and the topics for conversation became though in a joking manner, but more intimate .... everything happened by itself ... kisses, hugs, and now he's knocking me over on the couch , pushes the floor halter and panties aside and now I feel like his penis member sings into me, not a minute passed, as he shuddered, I felt like inside me the semen is spreading ... "

yes, everything was quick and prosaic, or maybe Olya, while telling it was still embarrassed and slightly belittled everything that was, but despite this, even this story terrified me and we had a crazy sex that night. And from that time I began to often imagine how my wife has someone else.

I will not tell how I managed to bring Olga to the idea that I wanted to see how she would have sex with another, how long she did not agree, answering that she could not relax before my eyes, but nevertheless in one day she gave up, saying ... "Well, only, you take everything upon yourself and if I do not like, then you do not talk about it any more," she agreed to try.

At first I tried to find a partner, through and-no, but the majority of those who responded to the ads turned out to be either scary or anxious or impoverished teenagers and this way of finding a partner had to be removed. As always, it would be impossible to be sympathetic, intelligent, so that before you go to bed you could just talk, and it is even more desirable to make sure that it is clean .... In general, the process was delayed.

And now, one day, chatting in ICQ, with one of my work partners, with a family we've known for a long time, I understand that there is no better option. It turns out that he, too, has repeatedly proposed a genital, but so far he has not achieved consent, and finally, when his Masha leaves with his daughter to rest, he invites us to his place. I can not convey the feeling that enveloped me as we drove to this meeting, trembling in my hands, knees ... all over the body it gave me the creeps, at some point I wanted to stop it, but still the desire was stronger ... and now we are sitting on the couch, I'm Olya, and Volodya is sitting in an armchair and sipping "Martini" quietly, although there is a terrible tension in the air, but it becomes easier with every glass drunk ... I'm just thinking about how to make the first step, and now, when Vovka leaves for another bottle, Olenka and I merge into a kiss, I see from the corner of my eye that he will return sit in a chair and look after us as we caress each other's bodies, one after another, the objects of our clothes are on the floor and now, I can not resist and penetrate into the expiring pussy, the excitement is so great that I finish in a minute , but Olya is not satisfied and I understand that it's about time that this is happening now, and I'm making a sign, Volodya, who is already allaying, looking at us and he comes up, gets attached to my place and at that moment we all froze, I'll never forget those seconds ... my Olya, lies on the couch with her legs wide apart, me do them Vovk, stopped having put his penis to the entrance of her vagina, from which droplets flow down my sperm and I'm a little sideways look at it. I do not know how long it lasted, it seemed to me then that I was watching a slow film. As he grabs her buttocks and pulls to her, and now his head penetrates inside ... and further, now he has already filled it all, Olya looks at me, and I understand that I must support her, I go down, kiss her in the lips and whisper in your ear ... "do eo for me, sweetheart, enjoy" and she smiles back at me, a little drunk and terribly sexy, my Olenka.

- Tatyana Viktorovna, I ask you to understand, we do not refuse to fulfill our obligations, - the voice in the phone coughed and sighed heavily, continued - we really hope for your understanding in this situation.

- Igor Sergeyevich, as far as I remember, in the "Insurmountable circumstances" item, there is no leakage of employees from your warehouses. I personally can and can enter your position, and what will we do with obligations to my partners? Excuse me, our suppliers left half of the warehouse, and therefore we can not meet the deadline ?! - Tatiana carefully examined her nails, yes, it's time to do a manicure. - So, I'm waiting for you on Monday to solve the problem, I'm sure you can figure it out. I would not want to refute the proverb "The horses do not change at the crossing." We heard each other, Igor Sergeyevich?

Tatiana heard a hopeless sigh in response:

- Yes, Tatyana Viktorovna, I'll prepare the options in the evening.

Putting down the phone, Tatiana watched for a while nowhere. Shaking herself, she dialed a secretary:

- Lena, today I'm no more. Type "Fingers", let them write me down for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, for a manicure. Better in the second half.

Tatiana leaned back in her chair and stretched languidly, turned to the large mirror built into the closet. She was looked at by a very attractive brown-haired woman, with a simple but elegant hairstyle, of high stature (as do not twist, but a meter seventy-seven have), a trained figure (still, three days a week, a little evening death in the gym). Tatyana liked herself, it was in her habit, to put marks. Both at work and outside it. To herself she put a solid eight points out of ten possible. Tatyana, got up from the chair, went to the mirror and as far as she could, turned her back and began to consider herself meticulously. Yes, the ass is one of the most important virtues, high, smart, not a drop of cellulite (she shuddered, recalling the number of approaches in the gym aimed at this part of the body), always favorably emphasized by clothing. Today Tatiana had a gray business suit tailored to order, in a thin black strip: a jacket, a vest and a skirt. The complement was a dazzling white blouse with a high collar (of course, unbuttoned on top of three buttons) and shoes on a ten-centimeter hairpin. She liked to increase her already not small growth, almost office staff looked at her from the bottom up, how not to twist, and this little psychological moment was pleasant in the management team. Especially the men were amusing, they inevitably rested their eyes on the cut of the blouse and immediately looked away, feeling uncomfortable. Tatiana understood them, the third size, underlined by profitable and expensive linens, you will be locked up here. Yes, the peasants have now completely grinded, it's easier to work with their eyes. But what about the rest of the body? She chuckled in disappointment.

Tatiana was thirty-six years old. For these years she did not feel herself at all, enjoying life and her success in the workplace every minute. She had every right, she was proud of herself, everything that Tatiana had now, is her merit. One thing only overshadowed this very male tribe. It can not be said that Tatiana was arrogant and cold, no, in the team she was loved and respected. She was just afraid and afraid of the men. For the second time, reflections on this subject have cast a shadow on her face. Bloody dummies, they think that if a beautiful, business-held woman, then surely a bitch! Or, at least, earned her place through her divorced legs! Well, what a cave logic. Tatiana, crouched in a chair, and slowly began to turn his head, relaxing the muscles of his neck. The family for her was not an end in itself, she was used to living alone, although in principle she was not against the institution of marriage and realized if a decent man would meet on his life, why not. The question was different, she needed sex. She needed him, she loved him, she could not do without him. Of course, she did not go crazy and did not start up in all serious things, but if there was a break of a week or two, the body demanded it. Tatiana with vexation recalled how the last time, at a conference in the capital, met one of the most interesting individual of a male, by the way, also a traveler. Ilya was good, not handsome, but something about him was so brutal, with powerful charisma. After fifteen minutes of communication, Tatyana put Ilya a solid nine, while making the decision that in the evening you must definitely stay together. The body asked for male attention. As a result, her body received much needed male attention, but only this male body sought only one, to get herself a native pleasure, and put a tick in traveling adventures. While Ilya was in the shower, Tatyana was lying on the bed, smoking and panting with frustration. Such a guy, with excellent physical data (a member of the size did not disappoint, being suited to his master) and so gifted in bed! Ilya was at the height of exactly two minutes, so to speak, statistically average. Tatiana did not even have time to be attuned to those who came about

Some time ago, Dan lost his job, his new specialty was not easy to find. He spent some time in sweet idleness, but then realized that his modest savings would soon run out.

And once in one glossy magazine of narrow specialization he came across the announcement that men and women from 20 to 50 years are required to shoot home video. What could stand behind this could be guessed, but the attempt is not torture, and Dan rang. The secretary gave him very scant information and said that they would call him back. The man who presented himself as Cyril called back at the 11th hour of the evening. He said that they are shooting a home video on the topic of female dimming, to enter into intimate contacts will not have to be with anyone. Then they sell online CDs with clips and movies through online advertising. Accordingly, Dan was offered the role of the lower, which did not require special acting abilities. Deng's fee was arranged, especially since he did not intend to do this for a long time. For food and rent is enough. Agreed to meet the day after tomorrow in the afternoon.

At the indicated address in Tushino was an adjacent kopeck piece with a minimal atmosphere. The door was opened by Cyril, he is also a director and an operator. Cyril called from the room some Olya. We sat down in the kitchen, on stools. Cyril introduced Dan to Olga, who in the near future will be his partner. She was 45, she was almost 15 years older than Dan. She had an adult son, divorced three years ago, from time to time moonlighting translations from / into French. She was a pretty lady, with an open and cheerful look, dressed in a green blouse and short black thin leggings.

Cyril said that today their task is to shoot a small film on the subject facesitting, and it was planned in advance that the man was younger. The survey itself will take about one and a half to two hours. Now Kirill had to leave for about forty minutes, and he invited Dan and Olga to get to know each other better, so that there would be no clamps when shooting. The kitchen has tea, coffee and sandwiches.

In the first room, larger in size, there was a ping-pong table, in the second there was a couch and a tripod for the camera.

Olya offered to play a game of ping-pong. Dan once loved this game, but for several years he did not take a racket. Olya played gambly and aggressively, so apparently she won 21-13, and in the second game success was also on her side 21-15.

After the game, Olya offered to feel each other a little, and asked Dan to get on his knees, he easily fulfilled her request. She stepped over his shoulders and pressed his face to her crotch. So they stood there for about ten minutes. Olya's legs were pleasant fullness, quite a bit too much weight, she squeezed Dan's head, it is not too strong, but reliable. Then she said that before Cyril returned, it would be a good idea to discharge, because her role in the shooting is more complicated. She asked if Dan could make her kuni, he did not find a reason for refusal.

They went into the second room, where Olga quickly took off leggings and panties and sat down on the ottoman. It was evident that she was already excited. Dan knelt, leaned towards the already wet pussy and temperate vegetation. Licking Olga, Dan thought about how unpredictable life is, and who would have thought a month ago that he would now kneel in some rented apartment and make the kuni almost unknown to a woman. Olga finished quite quickly, and at the end she squeezed Dan's head with her thighs, which violated the course of his reflections. She thanked Dan and went to the bath. Dan went to the kitchen to wash and drink tea. He has not yet finished his tea, as Cyril returned.

- Well, how, have communicated? - Cyril inquired.

"Yes," Dan answered shortly, and Olya laughed.

"Very well, then let's begin."

Everyone went into the back room, Kirill was preparing a camera.

- So, the scene number one. Dan, lie down on the couch, head to the window. Olya, take off your leggings, stay in your blouse and shorts, "Cyril commanded.

Dan lay on the couch, Cyril turned on the camera, Olga stood over Dan in full growth. It should be noted that the figure she had for a lady of Balzac's age was very attractive. Apparently, the active way of life made itself felt.

Olga took one and a half steps forward to be exactly above Dan's face, slowly crouched, then knelt down, and landed gingerly on Dan's face, whose nose was exactly resting on her panties. Following Cyril's instructions, Olga sat motionless, occasionally rising slightly, giving Dan a chance to breathe. Cyril shot both in front and behind. 15 minutes later Olga began to move her hips slightly. Apparently, she was an easily excitable woman, tk. Even with just sitting on her face, her panties were slightly moistened. Then, on Cyril's command, she rose to her full height and undressed to the end. Then I returned to the same position. Now Dan was clearly aware of her excitement. She had manners like a girl with Brisbane private escorts

("Is it a bad thing?" Dan thought in the meantime. "She will end a day for several times, and she will also be paid for filming ...)