Handsome

He is a driving instructor, and I am a student at a beginner driver school. As soon as I looked into his eyes the color of Arctic ice, I knew I was lost. Tall, well-built, young, too handsome to be just a driving instructor. Evgeny Nikolaevich, just Zhenya. And I have a husband, terribly jealous and suspicious.

The first driving lesson was like walking on pins and needles. I released the clutch too quickly, and the car stalled at every intersection. He was terribly angry with me for my slowness, but kept himself in check. By the end of the lesson, I managed to get him talking, and we politely switched to using "you" (informal).

The second lesson was outside the city.

I prepared for it thoroughly, wearing simple but tastefully chosen cream-colored clothes. Flesh-colored stockings with a garter, beige heels, a jacket. This style of dress is required by my office's dress code. A little perfume with pheromones on my wrist and I approach the training car. Outside, spring is turning into hot summer.

He gave me an appraising look and hastily turned away. I get behind the wheel, adjust the mirrors, catch his gaze on my knees. He gets embarrassed and looks away. I understand the instructor is in an excellent mood today. He's glowing for some reason unknown to me. We drive out of the city. I am calmly serious, focused on the road. Zhenya is cheerfully chatting on the phone with someone, occasionally correcting the steering wheel. While driving uphill, the car's speed dropped sharply, he advises: "Gas, gas, come on" and presses his hand on my right leg. I distinctly felt his warm hands above my knee. He lingered a little longer than necessary. We drove off to some remote spot, maybe a forest belt, maybe a field. I feel terribly exhausted from the training and suggest we stand for a few minutes in the shade under a tree. Zhenya gives the okay.

I turn off the engine and turn to face him, look into his cold blue eyes for a few seconds, and then take off my jacket. It seems he understood everything without words. Or maybe my eyes are shining with a spark of lust? I look in the mirror, my eyes are just eyes. Ordinary, brown. I toss my long hair back and move closer to him, lift my skirt a little, and then sit on top of him. Doubt, desire, hesitation—I read all of this in his eyes. Don't be afraid, darling, it's not easy for me either to take such a desperate step. I have a husband, we've been walking hand in hand through life for two years. If he finds out about the betrayal, he'll kick me out to hell.

We merged in a kiss. His lips are thin but insanely tasty, I can't tear myself away from them. I hug his neck and put my tongue into action, teasing him. Zhenya grabs my waist tightly and literally presses me against his shaft. He's already aroused. My panties get mercilessly wet as soon as they feel his hard weapon. I can't wait any longer. I take off my top, skirt... He tears off my panties himself in his impatience. Both of us were seized by madness, mixed with wild desire.

Zhenya unzips his pants and lies back on the reclined seat. I'm on top again, with trembling hands I grab his shaft and insert it into myself. All the way in. I give a second's respite to feel him, get used to the new member, and then I rush in a furious gallop. My pussy treacherously trembles and juices. He squeezes my breasts, kisses, bites my nipples. I'm tired, my legs are numb, but I can't stop. I want him to the point of madness. I keep looking at his face and tremble with joy that I possess such a handsome man. I don't think about my husband, he's somewhere far away, and I'm here. And Zhenya is nearby. I feel my instructor's cock tense up, ready to cum, darling. I'm in my dangerous days, he can't cum inside me. I jump off him and take his weapon into my mouth, a few thrusts and my mouth fills with sweet sperm. I swallow everything because it's inconvenient to open the door and spit it out in front of him. It would probably look indecent. I swallow the liquid without visible pleasure, but also without disgust. Somewhere on the horizon, the image of my husband surfaces, I push the vision away and look at my cupid. He's a little embarrassed by his disheveled appearance. I notice my white traces on his dark pants. He is silent, and I don't say anything. Should I say that I liked everything?

We drive back in silence, I impassively drive the car back to the city. It's sticky between my legs, my panties are stuck to my body, I hope my husband won't guess from my appearance that I had sex. Zhenya pokes at his phone, sends an SMS to his girlfriend and incidentally asks me about my family life. Near my work, we schedule the next lesson, and I leave, smiling mysteriously. We both understand that this sex is clearly not the first and not the last time.

I come to work, first thing I go to my husband (we work in the same company). He asks how the lesson went, I blush with shame and say everything is fine. My husband thinks I was being dumb at driving and smiles understandingly. I go to my office and remember the sex, every second, every moment. My lower abdomen starts to ache, I calm my pussy with my fingers. Good thing I was alone in the office at that time.

In the evening, we make love with my husband, I imagine Zhenya in his place and come immediately. My husband is pleased that I'm so passionate, we fall asleep hugging. I'm afraid to give myself away and call him Zhenya in my sleep.

The next day's workday was coming to an end. I'm sitting on the internet, work isn't going well, the door opens and he comes in. Zhenya. He didn't come for no reason, but on business. He needs car insurance. I take the documents to copy them. My colleague Lyusya is getting ready to go home, says goodbye to us and leaves. While Zhenya can't see me (he's sitting with his back to the copier) I quickly take off my panties and throw them in the trash can. I walk past him, linger slightly, which he didn't fail to take advantage of, slipping his hand under my skirt. Immediately his eyebrows shoot up to the ceiling in surprise. My shameless pussy, completely shaved, gaped with an open hole and glistened with wet lips. The door opens, bursts in... no, not my husband. Lyusya. Zhenya pulls his hand away, I freeze in place in an unnatural standing pose. Umbrella, forgot it, my colleague smiles embarrassedly, takes her stuff and leaves.

Zhenya gets up and sits me on my butt on my own desk, sweeping aside some documents. We don't lock the door, no time for that, and the key is somewhere deep in my bag, no time to look. He hikes up my black office skirt, unzips his pants and enters sharply. He moves quickly and unceremoniously, holding me by the hips. What if my husband comes in now, I think and immediately brush it off: ah, he won't come in! Maybe Lyusya will come back. Adrenaline rushed through my body at a crazy speed, my heart is pounding wildly from fear. I enjoy the sweeping movements of my instructor and stroke my tits. He fucks me hard to finish quickly. Orgasm came to us simultaneously, I barely manage to hike my skirt even higher so as not to stain it with cum. The edge still got hit. Oh well, I'll wash it later under the cooler. We kiss passionately, and I sit down at the computer.

My husband finds us pink and embarrassed, but in decent poses. Oh, if he had come in 2-3 minutes earlier, divorce would have been inevitable. But this way, the sheep are safe and the wolves are fed. He mistakes Zhenya for my client and says he's waiting for me in the car. I promise to finish soon, and as soon as the door closes behind my husband, I lean towards my lover and kiss his neck. I see him out with the policy in his hands and rinse my skirt with water. A greasy stain still remains. My husband doesn't pay attention to the flaws in my clothes and shares work problems. I nod in response and mentally savor the episode that happened at work. I terribly wanted sex, and I began to eagerly await the next lesson.

to see her, tightly clad in shorts. He comes out after me and with the words: "You still have to give birth to children," he takes the cigarette away and presses me against a tree. "Caring, huh," I think.

He rubs his crotch against my buttocks, I feel his cock hardening in his pants. There's no one else at the training ground besides us, it's a day off. He unzips my shorts and slowly pulls them down, underneath are red thongs. Through the panties, he caresses my crotch and, pulling the fabric aside, inserts his fingers. I'm burning and flowing like a total bitch. He bends me over, spreads my legs wide, I hold onto the tree so as not to fall. He leaves me in just a top and sandals, I'm naked below. He sharply wedges into my hole and massages my clit with his finger. I get even more turned on and understand that I want to take him in all my holes. I'm not a fan of anal sex, but at that moment I wildly wanted to feel his cock in my ass.

I spread my buttocks wide, my well-groomed little hole must have looked attractive and made an impression on him. Zhenya pulled his wet cock out of my pussy and nudged the head against my anus. I relax my muscles and feel him filling me. My legs buckled, I hold onto the tree trunk with one hand, rubbing my clit with the other. Zhenya got bolder and started fucking me deeper. I want him to cum right in my ass. I look around, searching for passersby with my gaze. A crazy idea, for someone to see us now. An instructor fucking his student in the ass. Hey, anyone? Look at us! But there's no one nearby, it's a remote place. I feel jets in my ass that literally tear it apart, filling it with cum.

He hands me a handkerchief, I somehow wipe myself and give it back. He doesn't take it in his hands, is disgusted, advises throwing the spoiled thing away. With double zeal, I go to perform the "overpass" exercise, and succeed on the first try. See, that's what good fucking does. I decided I'd ask the instructor to fuck me before the traffic police exams so I can pass on the first try.

In the evening, I have sex with my husband, he notices my slightly swollen anal ring. I said my shorts chafed it. He believed me. He heard my conversation with Zhenya about the date of the next lesson, listened jealously, but didn't hear anything criminal. I love him, even though my husband is an excellent jealous type.

At night, I got an SMS from Zhenya: "I want you, right now." I look at the clock: 1:30. My dear is sleeping soundly and peacefully. I type a reply: "Come over."

I go out into the night in a short silk robe over my naked body, get into Zhenya's personal car and immediately go for his pants. He has a slight smell of alcohol on him. I pull his buddy out of his pants and take it in my mouth, suck it like a lollipop and moan softly. Zhenya unties my robe and discovers my naked body underneath. While I diligently suck him off, he fondles my breasts and whispers something about a good size. I think, your cock is not bad either. I didn't notice how I got carried away with the blowjob, I feel he's about to cum. I finish the job and swallow all the liquid, this time salty. There's little of it, apparently he managed to dump it somewhere else, I swallow without problems.

For another hour, we drive around the night city. He puts me behind the wheel of his "Priora" and paws my wet hole while I'm driving. His skillful fingers bring me to orgasm, I drop the steering wheel, but Zheka manages to grab it, we avoided an accident.

With horror and on tiptoe, I enter the apartment, expecting to see an enraged husband. Silence. I scurry like a mouse into bed to my still sleeping husband and hug him tightly, remembering the night trip with Zhenya. I'm walking on a knife's edge, cheating on my beloved husband so blatantly. I'm afraid of losing him. I make a vow to myself—one more time with the instructor and that's it, basta.

But Zhenya was the first to send me into retirement. He assigned me to another driving instructor—an old, mustached uncle. I don't understand a damn thing about what happened, but I don't demand an answer. A month later, on the day of the traffic police exam, he pulled me aside and explained that his common-law wife/girlfriend had uncovered our affair. I sincerely feel sorry for him and discreetly reach out my hand to feel his manhood, which I've already managed to miss quite a bit. Zhenya blushes like a ripe apple and looks around, afraid of being caught in indecency.

I passed the exam on the first try, to surprise my handsome guy, like, see how capable I am. (truth be told, the new uncle instructor coached me well) Proudly, Zhenya handed me my driver's license and chastely kissed me on the cheek. A small company of 4 girls and 3 boys, including Zheka, went to celebrate the event. Money was tight, so we got some light snacks and cold beer, stopping in a nearby grove. We set up a picnic on the trunk of the training "Kalina" and started celebrating, everyone drank, not thinking about who would drive the car back. Slightly tipsy, I went into the bushes for my female business. That's where Zhenya caught me. Were you watching or something? — I ask. Out of habit, he gets embarrassed and goes for a hug. I don't push him away, I did want one last time after all.

We fall onto the grass, kissing frantically and not afraid of being caught. We got completely naked, I think for the first time. He always just pulled his pants down to his knees and unbuttoned his shirt. I admire his body and run my finger over his chest, we're in no hurry. I understand that I've become damn attached to my handsome guy, but I mentally say goodbye to him. I have a family, he also has a love life shaping up. I'm not going to take driving lessons for a second round. We fuck like dogs, me on all fours, him from behind. Orgasm didn't keep us waiting long, feelings are heated to the limit. Zhenya cums inside me, long and violently, apparently got confused about something, maybe didn't manage to pull out in time. I frantically think, will I get pregnant or not. Ah, whatever, I'll take Postinor in the evening.

— Oksan, you're awesome, — he whispers to me.

— I know... I know.

P/S A year has passed since the described events. I recently met my handsome guy and the forgotten memories washed over me with new force. I would gladly seduce him in our office toilet, but I'm pregnant with twins from my husband.