The cunning prostitute Lika

My husband and I lived in his apartment. Our child is now 18 years old. Everything was fine, but only until one moment. Then everything turned upside down. We got a new neighbor in our building. Angela, 25 years old. All dolled up like that, she constantly dressed in very expensive outfits, wore very expensive jewelry too. I couldn't even imagine what she did for a living.

I started

being jealous of her right away. I am, in general, a very jealous person. Sometimes, I'm waiting for my husband to come home, he should be arriving any minute, but he's delayed. I look out the window, and he's standing in the yard with this Angela, standing and laughing. I see her twisting and arching herself in front of him, and it made me very angry.

And when saying goodbye to him, she kissed him tenderly and for a long time on the lips. I told my husband about this more than once, and he would say to me: Well, I talked to the neighbor, what's so criminal about that? Or is saying hello not allowed now?

I caught them completely by accident. My child and I went to visit my mom, my mom asked me to help her in the kitchen to put up new wallpaper. I had promised her a long time ago, but never managed to come, one thing or another. I told my husband that I went with our son to my mom's and that we would stay overnight. I packed up my son and we left. My mom herself worked as a fashion designer and knows how to sew great clothes. I bought fabric, but forgot it at home. I decided to go back for the fabric and then come back to my mom's again.

I arrived, opened the door and walked in. And I was stunned. The hallway smelled of expensive perfume, high-heeled shoes with rhinestones were on the floor. On the console table in the hallway lay a clutch, also with rhinestones. Slow music could be heard from the bedroom. Without taking off my shoes, I go to the bedroom, open the door, and there !!! And there is Angela, dressed in an erotic corset and stockings, riding my husband, tracing figure eights.

Suddenly, I feel a heavy palm land on my shoulder. I turn around and see, standing behind me, a tall, large woman in a dark blue robe. "Come with me!" — she says, takes me by the hand and leads me to the living room. We enter, she closes the door and sits down on the sofa in front of me, demonstratively leaning back on the sofa back, crossing her legs and folding her arms across her chest.

"Who are you?" — I ask. The lady leisurely takes a glass of champagne from the coffee table standing nearby. "For you, I am Tamara Sergeevna. I will be your mistress, and I will educate you!". "How dare you?" — I exclaim.

The woman stands up and gives me a hard slap. "I explained everything to you" — she says and I feel her fingers deftly unbuttoning my skirt. I try to resist and get another hard slap.

The skirt falls to the floor, followed by the blouse. After that, Tamara easily tears off my bra first, and then my panties. I stand, blushing, covering my chest with one hand, and clamping my crotch with the other. Tamara leisurely picks up a remote control and turns on soft music. She approaches me and opens her robe. She is wearing gorgeous black stockings with a wide and very beautiful lace top.

Her breasts are large, but silicone, the kind I had only seen before in porn comics. A thick growth on her pubic area. Tamara takes me by the waist, I feel how strong her arms are. She easily lifts me up and, holding me in the air, kisses me on the lips. I hang limply in the air, slightly parting my lips, accepting the kiss of this, such a strong and domineering woman.

Tamara sits on the sofa, positioning me facing her, so that my knees are on either side of her waist. I feel how strong her thighs are, I feel the heat emanating from her crotch. My crotch is above hers. Tamara kisses me deeply for a long time, I accept the kiss, unable to resist her.

"Now your husband will live with Angela in the bedroom, and you and I will be here, is that clear?" — asks Tamara. I silently nod, forgetting all talk of female pride, forgetting my arrogance... The lady lies down on the sofa and places me next to her, but lowers me down. My face touches her pubic area, my tongue touches her labia. She wraps her legs around me and turns on her side. Lying in this position, I perform cunnilingus on her for a long time, then she comes.

After lying like that for a while, Tamara gets up, puts on a huge strap-on. Then she approaches the sofa, lifts me by the waist. I wrap my arms around her neck, and my legs around her waist, feeling, pressing against her, how large and firm her breasts are. "Wow, how big they are!" — I say enthusiastically. Tamara slowly impales me onto the strap-on, it hurts me a little from such a large size.

I am hanging on Tamara, impaled on an incredibly sized strap-on, afraid to move. The lady begins to slowly lift and lower me. Gradually she increases the speed and I feel such ecstasy as never before. I reach the peak and can't hold back, I scream. Then, I go limp helplessly on Tamara.

At that moment, Angela enters the room with a glass in her hand and, looking at me, smiles...