Mistress
I came back to this apartment again, sat down in the soft white armchair, loosened my tie, and began to rest after a hard day's work at my office. Leaning my head back, I felt gentle hands land on my shoulders and start massaging them, and then I caught the familiar scent of chestnut hair. After that, those hands began to creep down towards my pants, unbuttoning them while tenderly caressing my ears, and then this young devil sat down on me and, with a satisfied smile, began to kiss me sweetly. I still remember how our, let's say, relationship began...
My name is Mikhail, I'm 45, and this is my story. I've been lucky in life and managed to start my own small business
in the form of a delivery service. Moreover, I dealt not only with delivering some clothes via couriers but also with parcels to other cities; accordingly, the price for my services wasn't exactly high, so the popularity and demand for my business were quite significant. As it should be, I am married. The beauty Lida stole my heart when I had just turned 23. Back then, after a noisy party for my birthday, I woke up with a crazy headache and saw this brunette lying next to me completely naked, and as it should be, a spark ignited between us! Dates, gifts, a joint vacation in the Maldives, and a year later we were standing happily at the registry office where we were declared husband and wife! And another year later, she gave me a wonderful son who is an exact copy of me as a child. Of course, back then I was just starting to save money for my venture, and my wife helped me in every way possible, took out large loans from her acquaintances and friends, and supported me morally so that I wouldn't, God forbid, give up. And now, for 8 years, my business has been flourishing, and we paid off all the debts, of course, as soon as the first profit came in.But there was one big problem... time! And it changed my Lida a lot; she became not as affectionate, kind, and sweet as she was before the wedding and the birth of our son, but rather irritable, nervous, and angry! If I stayed late at my office to fill out a bunch of papers and review delivery and profit analyses, then upon coming home at one in the morning, my wife would be waiting for me, wildly displeased, and would start nagging me very strongly. Suspicions of infidelity, lack of love for her and our family, or even that I supposedly wanted to divorce her because she had supposedly aged and become unattractive, and because of that I supposedly didn't want to be at home with her! At first, I explained everything to her clearly and calmly, as I know how, and Lida even calmed down, but then she would attack me again with interrogations when she thought I was lying and all that. Moreover, it got to the point, friends, that she started scolding me for going to the gym not to keep myself in good shape but for my female clients and secretaries who are quite attractive and young, and even better than her! Oh, ohhh, how it started to annoy me, you have no idea, and of course, I couldn't take it anymore, which is why this story I'm telling you now happened...
And so, it was another evening after another workday at the office. Since morning, I had been signing papers and simultaneously coordinating the work of many of my employees so that orders would be delivered on time and there wouldn't be a wild collapse. As usual, I finished late. It was around 10 p.m., and after letting my driver leave early since he had asked me himself, I took a luxury-class taxi and decided not to go home but to some bar, because on my phone there were already 2 missed calls from my wife and an SMS that said: "Don't bother coming home, you bastard, you're fucking your whores again!" So I decided it was better to just have a drink and calmly rest from the screams of my stupid wife, to whom I had explained the reasons for my late arrivals home many times.
Arriving at a rather solid bar, I immediately sat down at the counter, told the bartender to pour a full shot of Scotch whiskey with ice, and began to feel the cold drink entering my body, relaxing me with it. Then I took Jamaican cigars from my jacket pocket that clients had given me for good work and, without thinking about whether smoking was allowed in this establishment, began to light them. The bartender kindly placed an ashtray for me and poured a new glass of whiskey. While sipping the second glass, I noticed that next to me sat a girl in a leather skirt, black platform shoes, and a similar black jacket. Her chestnut hair was slightly curled, and in her hand she was nervously clutching her phone while looking somewhat sadly and angrily at the alcohol shelf, specifically towards the cognac. Under the influence of the whiskey, I for some reason decided to treat her to the drink she was staring at so wildly. Calling the bartender over, I told him to pour that lady a full glass of cognac, saying it was from me, and slipping a five-thousand bill into the front pocket of his shirt, I winked at him. The guy did everything as needed and quietly told her who the gift was from, pointing at me, who was sitting very tired and smoking a cigar. Turning her head towards me, the girl was surprised but, smiling, nodded and easily drank the entire glass of cognac without even making a face that it was bitter to drink.
Afterwards, I decided to sit next to her and talk; after all, my mood was lousy, and I wanted to unload what had accumulated in my soul all this time to someone, so I started the conversation first.
"Bad day, I see?" I asked her.
"You have no idea," she answered, swirling a new portion of cognac in her glass. "I see you're not very cheerful today either; was the day crap?"
"That's right, I work like a dog, and then at home they nag and suspect me all the time," and I downed the remaining whiskey in my glass in one gulp. "What happened to you?" I inquired.
"Yeah... the guy I've been seeing, let's say, for 5 months now, traded me for someone who winked at him a couple of times and twerked her ass! I'd kill her and castrate him to hell!" and she slammed her fist on the counter and drank the cognac in one gulp, just like I did.
"That's certainly a piggish move on his part," I replied. "Mikhail," I introduced myself to her.
"Anya," and she extended her delicate hand to me, which I gallantly kissed, making the girl laugh shyly.
We got to talking, and Anya listened to me and my problem with pleasure and, of course, sympathetically felt sorry for me, saying that I'm such a man, taking care of my family so there's enough and we don't need anything, and how could anyone suspect me. You know, her words really supported me, and I felt better after speaking out to her and hearing words of support from her. Naturally, we both wanted to continue our dialogue in a more private place, and she suggested going to her place. And you know, I wasn't against it then; after all, there were no SMS or calls from my wife because, it seemed, she had already put our son to sleep and was either drinking her collection of wines that I gave her for our anniversary or she was just whining in our bedroom, as usual. Anya was even shocked when I called us a taxi home, and we rode in a luxurious black Mercedes with tinted windows, and we quickly arrived at her house. Of course, her apartment wasn't like mine, but the renovation in it was quite fresh; interesting paintings hung in the hallway where we both took off our shoes, and then Anya invited me to the kitchen to have some tea. And so I'm sitting, watching as she waits for the kettle to boil, searches for sugar on the shelves, slightly rising on her tiptoes, and damn, she has such a great ass, young and juicy... eh, and yet my Lida once had the same...
Moreover, feeling that I was blatantly staring at her rear, she, as if on purpose, even lifted her skirt, exposing her charms in front of me while continuing to search for sugar somewhere on the shelves. Oh, how beautiful her buttocks are, and her crotch is covered with black lace thongs... oh, I haven't seen such a thing in a long time, while I was somehow awkwardly trying to cover my erection that had long been between my legs because of her ass. And now, having found the jar of sugar, she poured as much as we needed and boldly sat on my knees.
She began to reason why life is such a joke that even guys are such freaks that if you lure them once with your body, they immediately dump you for someone whose body is better! I calmed her down by saying that for young people their age, this is a characteristic thing: first you look at one thing, and then you see another that is much better in their opinion. Anya smiled at these words and said I was right, and then hugged me, pressing my head to her chest, which was covered by a black T-shirt... And literally within minutes, when she let me go, we looked into each other's eyes, and she herself reached for my lips, and I responded to her kiss. At that moment, I already didn't care about my wife! For some reason, I myself wanted to possess Anya and feel her warmth. When we started kissing more actively, she quickly took off her T-shirt, directing my head to her chest, and when I gently touched her sweet nipples with my lips, she said in a half-whisper: "Ah! Damn, I've never been with older guys before." Hah, that even amused me a little, but I continued to caress her breasts, not squeezing too hard, and afterwards we both stood up and moved to her room.
Anya continued to kiss me, while lifting her legs up; of course, I helped her take off her skirt along with her panties, and with masterful movements of her hands, she easily dealt with the belt on my pants and pulled them down to feel my wildly warm and erect member. Placing her legs to the side, she herself invited me to enter her while not stopping kissing me. I, in turn, ran my fingers over her already wet pussy and prepared to enter her womb. And then a sharp entry, and I felt how warm, tight, and good it was inside her; it was a colossal difference between her and my wife. And she moaned, saying: "Ohh God, how good, yes, Mishenka, I'm all yours tonight." This only affected me more strongly, and I began to enjoy her body with slow and very sweet movements, continuing to kiss her lips. Damn, at that moment I felt so good with her that I even forgot that I was married at all and that I was already over 40. With every movement entering Anya, it brought me a lot of emotions and pleasure. She herself was happy and breathed heavily during the kiss, and then, pressing me to herself, began to moan and whimper strongly when I started caressing her neck. It seemed she really liked it, and I continued to do so while slightly biting the girl's neck, making her even howl and bend her legs. And after I wanted to gently reach her shoulders, she herself lowered my head to her chest and made me caress her breasts. And when I began to lick them with circular motions of my tongue, she whispered: "Yes! You found my weak spot, Mish, more, more, yes, ohhh you're great, ahhhh!" Oh, how wildly that turned me on at that moment. And as soon as I was about to switch to her other breast, she immediately changed positions and, without letting me understand, sat on me, giggling while looking at me.
She began to sit on my member herself, while moving her pelvis gracefully and slowly, which very much pleased and aroused me, making her laugh while looking at me, continuing to do so, and then, hiding us with her curly hair, she began to kiss me again. It was especially piquant that her young pussy squelched and smacked from her secretions; oh, what charm it added to our sex with her. And after such romantic bouncing with kisses, she leaned on her hands and, looking at me, said:
"You can cum in me if you want)"
"And nothing will happen?" I asked for some reason, holding her by the buttocks.
"No, of course not, I took birth control," Anya answered boldly and sharply.
And taking the girl by the waist, I began to make thrusting movements towards her, making Anya impale herself on me more strongly with the same speed, continuing to moan exhaustedly and squelch loudly with her pussy. Picking up good momentum, I, of course, came inside her; after all, her words about being allowed to do it provoked me to this action! And driving my member deeper into her, I shouted strongly, lifting her higher from pleasure, making the girl cover her mouth, biting her lips, and cumming together with me. I felt how the walls of her pussy strongly gripped my shaft, telling it to squeeze out everything that had accumulated over all these years of marriage. And afterwards, we both fell down exhausted, and Anya just fell asleep right on me, sweetly snoring in her sleep.
In the morning, I woke up slightly hungover but very satisfied. Moreover, Anya wasn't nearby, but a rather pleasant aroma was coming from the kitchen, and cooking sounds could be heard. Without getting dressed, I wandered to the kitchen and saw her standing in my shirt and cutting something on a board. "Damn, she looks better in the morning than in the evening," I noted to myself and, standing next to her, began to speak.
"Good morning, I see you're not sleeping, already cooking in the morning?"
"Good morning, well, yes, otherwise how will you go to work without eating?" Anya answered with a smile. "By the way, I finally made us tea)"
"Wow, thank you, that's nice, though."
"Listen, your wife will probably kill you for not spending the night at home today, right?" she asked, looking at me.
"Oh, I'm 100 percent sure that as soon as I get home, she'll start apologizing for her behavior and hug me as usual, and in the evening everything will repeat again," I answered her, stroking her hair.
"Even so? Well, okay, sit down to eat, it'll get cold," and she turned to face me, showing her breasts and flat stomach.
Of course, I focused my attention on that, and after Anya tossed the chopped vegetables into the salad, she noticed my gaze and, with a smile, sat on my knees in front of me and began to take my member into her skillful mouth.
"Oh! So suddenly, what about breakfast?" I asked her quite pleased.
"Mmm, this will be our appetizer before the meal," and she began to take it into her mouth with renewed vigor.
I only managed to pull a chair under my rear and began to enjoy her skill at working with her mouth. And you know, I now perfectly understand those people who talk about young girls, saying they're better in bed and all that, and I myself am now convinced of it. After all, the blowjob from Anya was very even splendid; even the blowjob from my Lida on our first wedding night was crap compared to young Anya! How deliciously she slurped with her mouth, swallowing my sausage, and the best thing I liked about her blowjob was when she pulled my balls into the sack, took them into her mouth simultaneously, and, scratching with her teeth, rinsed them with her tongue. "Holy shit, I didn't even know you could do that at all!" But how strongly I came in her mouth. Moreover, when she was already pulling my member out of her mouth, it gave her a couple more streams on her cheek, which she, looking at me with pleasure, picked up with her hand, licked them, and then said: "Mmm, how delicious! Well, that's it, I've eaten, hehe. You know, I won't tell you anything new, but honestly, yours is better and bigger than my ex's; I should get on my knees in front of it more often." And kissing the head, she calmly sat down at the table and began to eat.
After having breakfast at Anya's, I, of course, went home to show myself to my wife and, as I assumed, she really hugged me, apologized for the SMS she sent me yesterday, and, making me eat again, sent me to work, saying that she loves and values me very much. But by the evening, when I had to stay late at work for obvious reasons, she again texted me everything she thought about me and so on. And I spent another night at Anya's, who was unspeakably happy and anticipated that I would come to her today. And in this way, we began to see each other regularly, not only in the evenings but even during the day and in my office. Oh, how I roasted her on my desk on a pile of papers; moreover, it was her idea to have sex right in the office. Oh, she knows how to persuade, that devil! Of course, I didn't deprive her of attention in terms of gifts; I managed to upgrade her car, after which she, joyful as a child, gave herself to me right in the back seat of that same car. Then