when I wish or life goes on

Meanwhile, life went on as usual. There was interesting and exciting creative work. A young woman joined our team, her name was Elena. She turned out to be very charming, quick-witted, and active to such an extent that she very quickly became the leader. She had her own categorical opinion on everything, and as we found, she was right about many things.

It was impossible not to fall under her charm. Externally, she was nothing special, although the merits of her body were obvious. Of average, if not tall, height, straight, neat legs, a straight back, small breasts. Slightly angular shoulders and thin, slender arms with long fingers. Gray

not bright eyes, long dark chestnut hair. Such women can change their appearance very easily and dramatically, from gray and dull at everyday work, to bright, attractive, and extraordinary at some party or celebration. She possessed incredible powers of observation and very quickly assessed people. Men mostly received sarcastically negative epithets and, in our purely female team, caused laughter. Sometimes Homeric laughter. Work became much more fun. We became friends and spent a lot of free time together.

She was married, had a nine-year-old child, a calm, ordinary family.

But something at first was unclear to me, some sad little web sometimes glimmered in her gray eyes.

"Is he your lover?" – she unexpectedly asked me once, nodding towards Sasha, who had greeted us and was walking by.

"No," I answered casually.

Although the question puzzled me, since more than a month had passed since the last bright event. And each time during this period, I had evaded Sasha's advances, trying to suppress my attraction. He and Igor quite often tried to repeat our meeting and sometimes came very close to it. I hesitated. Once they even entrusted this mission to Svetka.

Once, after visiting stores, she and I were at my home, drinking tea and trying on our new purchases. She put on lacy lingerie and began fantasizing out loud about how pleased the men would be seeing her in it, how passionate and aroused they would become. She looked gorgeous and seductive at that moment. This began to egg me on, and when I was trying on a blouse in front of the mirror, standing in just panties, she came up very close from behind and said:

— An excellent thing. It suits you so well.

At the same time, her lips touched my neck behind the ear, and her left hand gently stroked my tenderness through the silk panties.

I shuddered from a bright surge of warmth, sharply squeezing my legs together. The next second we were already passionately kissing. She slipped her amazingly tender, thin hand into my panties and caressed me so pleasantly that my knees began to buckle.

— You're wet," I heard her whisper, — you want it madly. I understand, your husband is like a disposable syringe.

At the same time, she withdrew her palm and brought it to my face. It was moist and spread a pungent, teasing aroma.

— Let's go to our place. There are two erect members waiting there," she quietly added.

— Yes," I whispered with trembling lips.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. My husband and son unexpectedly returned, and everything fell through.

At night, I had half-dreams, like visions. My awakened flesh demanded caresses, attention, filled all my thoughts. Spring was outside, with its fresh scents and living warmth.

Early in the morning, I literally used my hands to make my husband's member erect and, climbing on top of him, inserted it between my legs. An indomitable desire to immediately satisfy the thirst of my flesh was growing. I moved like a mouse, quietly and carefully; the small bedroom didn't allow for noise in such a family matter. I greedily caught every wave of pleasure, but somewhere halfway, my husband started to finish.

It was upsetting again, for the umpteenth time.

Today is the first day of my vacation, no one at home knew about it yet, and I decided to give myself a free day. I took my son to kindergarten and returned home. Suddenly the phone rang. It turned out to be Igor. My husband had promised to bring him some reference books. They were indeed prepared and lying on the dresser. Remembering yesterday's sensation from Svetka's words and the heavy, long night, I immediately said I would bring them to him.

My soul and body demanded madness; all the previous intimate events with my friends were drilling into my head and echoing with a slight pain somewhere in my lower belly.

I went to get ready. After taking a bath, I neatly shaved the hair in my crotch, put on thin, flesh-colored thong panties, stockings with sturdy, non-slip elastic bands, a half-open bra, a short skirt with a zipper running its full length in the front, and yesterday's new blouse. I threw on a light coat and, grabbing the bag with the books, went out into the fresh air. The morning, with its fresh spring scents, was intoxicating without wine.

Inside, everything seemed to be squealing, and I already clearly imagined the whole process.

Igor greeted me warmly and offered coffee. He looked slightly tired.

— We were waiting for you yesterday," he smiled slyly.

— I thought Sveta was home," I answered with regret.

After coffee, I stood by the window and watched what was happening on the street from the height of the fourth floor.

— I want, I want, I want," a mad thought trembled in my head.

Igor stood beside me and, caressing my ear with his lips, slightly lifted my skirt and placed one hand between my legs, the other under my butt. They were touching down there.

— Stand a little wider," he whispered a request. But I was already slightly spreading my legs, leaning into his caresses.

— You are a very sensual and sweet girl," he whispered, — you're wearing such seductive panties. With these words, he slowly unzipped the skirt, and it slid to the floor. The string of my thong was deeply hidden between my cheeks, making my butt bare.

— I want to caress you with my tongue from behind," he unexpectedly continued, kissing my neck.

My skin on my back broke out in goosebumps, my mind clouded from the bright image of the possible process. He sat on the edge of the sofa, pulling the table closer so I could lean on it, gently bent me forward and spread my legs wider. With soft palms, he covered my buttocks, and I felt hot breath behind me and on my awakened beauty. It was already becoming uncomfortable for her, surrounded by fabric, and I deftly pulled them down to my knees, and Igor pulled them further down.

At the same moment, I felt his long tongue penetrate between the lips of my pussy and play with the already slightly swollen lips. I slid my crotch tightly over his hot face, and he pressed hard to caress more and deeper. Again, incredible sensations took over me, my legs spread apart.

Unexpectedly, taking a break, he said mysteriously:

— We filmed yesterday how good it was for Svetka. Too bad you weren't there. Maybe you'd like to watch?

— Yes, I don't mind," I answered in a trembling voice.

He turned on the recording and returned to my girl. The filming was from behind; first, I saw Svetka squealing as she rode Sasha's member, how it powerfully disappeared entirely inside her, how her pussy, tightly gripping him, slid and stretched, how the ring of her anus half-opened and immediately clenched. Then Igor's hands appeared; after caressing her, he began to fit his half-hard member to her second hole.

Surprisingly, it easily swallowed him.

— A-a-a-a! – Sveta's drawn-out and squealing voice was heard as the two shafts tormented her holes. This made such an impression on me that my own such experience became unbearably begging for a repeat.

Igor, meanwhile, was already caressing my second hole with his tongue. Its tip was pointy, penetrated deeply, and caused me incredibly sweet sensations. Combined with what I saw, this aroused me so much that I began to gently tease the little pearl between my legs with my right hand, adding brightness to the pleasure enveloping me.

I was completely captivated by what was happening on the screen. Sveta either screamed in a voice not her own, then moaned, apparently biting her lips, or with short commanding phrases, completely directed the process.

At this time, Igor rose from the sofa; his member, like a beautiful police baton, stuck up; he squeezed gel from some tube and smeared it thickly over it from base to tip with his hand, and the remainder, spreading the cheeks of my butt, applied it to me.

I became very agitated and aroused simultaneously. A familiar feeling of sweet fear and doubt about the need to repeat such an experience flashed through my head.

But hearing Sveta's call:

— More! More! Together! Harder! A-a-a!- I internally surrendered. His nimble tongue had already caressed my entire crotch, and the next step seemed inevitable.

Igor, constantly massaging the cheeks of my butt and spreading them wider, first pressed firmly, then smoothly, barely moving, with careful pauses, slipped into me.

Oh-ho!- a hoarse sound escaped my throat, and immediately a wave of unusual pleasure engulfed my consciousness. The movements of his member inside were like a scattering of shiny, prickly little stars, after the flash of which, a wave of sweet energy lightning-fast shot from the point of penetration to the very tips of my fingers.

— It's good that his is smaller than my husband's," a stupid thought flashed through my head between the flashes.

Meanwhile, he smoothly and measuredly tormented my second hole. My breath stopped, my neck and back muscles seized with a tremor when he penetrated to his full length and began to return. An incredible, viscous, and at the same time bright pleasure spread through my body. Time and space lost meaning.

Finally, Igor began to rasp, pressed harder, moved more harshly and sharply; my little pearl under my fingers was already moaning, and there it was, the unforgettable sweet trembling, MY edge of the abyss before the leap into paradise. And that leap did not keep me waiting.

— Finish," I shout to Igor and feel myself gushing into my palm.

At the same second, a burning, stretched warmth entered through the back of my head. He was finishing, literally flattening my buttocks, driving his member all the way in with each thrust.

Igor went to the bathroom. To catch my breath, I sank onto the sofa, placing a pillow under my belly. There was a sweet weakness in my knees, a fog swam before my eyes. It was wet between my cheeks, the tormented place tingled lightly, but I had no strength to get up and run to wash.

Igor returned, began stroking my back and legs, caressing my breasts, reaching his hands underneath. I rose on my elbows and, seeing his wet, limp member surrounded by light hair, stroked it with my hand and, grabbing it with my fingers, pulled it towards me. I began to caress and swallow it whole, not releasing the soft, warm lump from my mouth. Literally a minute later, I felt it harden and expand, filling the cavity of my mouth. Along with it, my new desire grew, a new wave of sweet anticipation.

Surprisingly, soon Igor, positioning himself behind, was fucking me in the pussy.

Finally, she was being tormented again, and as much as she wanted. It only seemed to me that subsequently she would become even more insatiable.

I met him with short, sharp thrusts, feeling streams of pleasure, and was completely submissive under their influence.

— You're fucking me like a little dog," I suddenly said languidly to Igor.

— Your little pussy needs to be fucked more thoroughly, softer, and tighter," he answered, panting, continuing to press with effort and slap his body against my butt.

Soon he moved very fast, and I began to cry out with pleasure, scratch the back of the sofa with a dry crackle of my nails, and at some point felt with delight that he was finishing inside me.

An hour later, I was at work. We drank champagne with the girls for my vacation.

Somewhere under my skirt, a ticklish little bunny continued to run. The champagne lightened my head and gave a feeling of airiness. I went to the toilet and pulled off the panties that had cut into my body. Despite the fact that I had already been with a man three times today, thoughts of the thirst for intimacy filled all my consciousness. I was ready to let literally any man near me if he hinted at it.

Immediately, he literally tore me away from his crotch and began greedily kissing my lips, caressing my thighs with his hands, penetrating now with one hand, now with the other, to my moistened beauty. It was unusually pleasant from the spinning head and crazy pressure. I frankly only received pleasure, leaving all the accompanying problems for him to solve himself. Here he, with difficulty, in the cramped space, shed his clothes. Then the zipper on my skirt rattled, and it flew open, exposing the entire lower part of my body.

This turned out to be enough. I was half-lying on my back, spreading my bent legs, and leaning forward, I could completely see my tender, opened pink flower

He, breathing heavily, inserted the head of his member into my tender pussy with his hand and paused. I seemed to be hanging on a tense lever and slowly began to move to meet him. The lips of the rose rounded, embracing the head. He was in no hurry and slowly sank in. Having reached my bottom, he moved his hips so that his head inside made a languid circle. Something new opened up in my head, and a rainbow of bliss shone before my eyes.

-More," I whispered greedily.

He repeated. I suddenly began to perceive the action being performed in a completely different way. Sweet, light goosebumps ran from my thighs and disappeared somewhere under my tongue.

For some time, he fucked me measuredly, and I either rose to the peak of bliss, then slid back to reality, and completely missed when he quieted down and poured into me in uniform fountains. His member weakened and immediately slipped out, taking the moisture with it. I had to apply a finger to slightly calm the arising tremor.

In a completely disassembled state, tired and with swollen eyes, I returned home. After taking a bath and having dinner, I went to bed.

I simply collapsed, sinking onto the opened sofa, and fell asleep.

I dreamed of an extensive green, green meadow. Igor, standing near a cultivated bed. On the bed, green, strong, even little cucumbers. Suddenly Igor opens his fly and takes out a wonderful, freshest, bumpy little cucumber and hands it to me. In anticipation of pleasure, I want to take a bite, but it doesn't crunch and is somehow warm.

Only then do I understand that it was a dream, and I'm trying to chew my own husband's member.

— Good thing I didn't bite it off," a thought flashes and it becomes funny.

In the morning, my sleepy girl "got sick" with periodic outpouring.