Between two abysses
Gleb was like between two fires, between two worlds. If his tongue was happy to visit Anya's little holes, then Sveta, on the contrary, herself gladly licked his anus. He was like a mirror, on both sides of which two reflections looked into its surface — Anya, the mistress and domina, and Sveta, the wife and slave. They were very similar in appearance and very different in essence.
The wife — a pretty, round-faced young lady, with a full bust and kind eyes, like a doll's. Her inner self, however, was more complex. Fair-skinned and clear-eyed, always able to smile, Sveta considered herself dirty and overly lustful, felt something like contempt for her genitals, and was panicky afraid of odor,
therefore she was morbidly clean. Sometimes it seemed to her that her husband was doing her a favor, a gift, when he fucked her holes. And she licked his anus with such zeal not only to give pleasure, but also so that her husband would be perfectly clean too. Her submission, imagination, and love very much excited Gleb.They are watching a movie. The husband gets up and heads to the toilet, she presses pause. Listens to his trickling sound and smiles her sweet smile, something has come to her mind again. When he returns, Sveta bends down, moves his underwear aside, and licks with a wet tongue the droplet that has appeared on the head. Kisses the head… The penis erects. She raises her eyes, hears — suck, suck — and gets to her favorite business. She often wished her husband would show even more initiative, would say not just suck, but suck, bitch. But amazingly, she, so shameless in sex, was embarrassed to ask him for this. However, he fucked her excellently, in an animalistic way. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulls her away from his penis and puts her on all fours. She only needs to lift her colorful robe — Sveta doesn't wear panties at home — and he enters her sharply. Her vagina is always shaved, but it's hard to call it neat, the labia petals are splayed, they get wet quickly — a lustful cunt sounds more accurate. (Specially for — ) With such a one, there's no desire to be gentle, only to fuck roughly, which Gleb did. The husband was used to cumming where he fucked, and he didn't alternate holes, fucking non-stop the one he chose immediately. After cumming and making a couple of deeper thrusts, Gleb pulled his cock out of the juicy cunt, and Sveta turned around and, smacking her lips with pleasure, cleaned him with her mouth. The wife was ready to do anything for him, so that he would belong only to her. And so it happened that he, as the wife dreamed, became harsher with her, only he became half hers.
He met Anya, or rather got to know her more closely, in the most banal way. Work, a holiday, alcohol. When the evening crossed past midnight and its halfway point, Anya finally allowed herself to be dragged to the place where no one bothered them. There were only a couple of chairs there, but they weren't thinking about that. Anya was very similar to his wife, but in many ways a little better, especially he saw this strongly now — a little slimmer and more refined, a little prettier, her intelligent blue eyes were more expressive, and her smile was more feminine and more inaccessible, and most importantly, younger. Gleb inhaled the scent of her dark-blonde hair, touched her thigh covered in black stockings, and slowly slid upward, squeezing it with his hand.
— Wait, Gleb, — Anya pushed the man's hand away, and a spark flashed in her eyes along with alcohol, lust, and excitement, — I can only be with those who fully trust me and whom I trust…
— You can trust me, — Gleb wanted her very much, had wanted her for a long time, and they both knew it. He hadn't had anyone besides his wife for a long time, and now only alcohol was saving him, his hand returned and insolently, but still over the skirt, kneaded Anya's ass.
Anya pulled Gleb's head to her by the neck and plunged into a fiery kiss. Her tongue seemed to have broken free from the underworld, hot and frantic. Gleb, usually indifferent to kisses, melted. It suddenly seemed to him that there was too much saliva, but Anya anticipated him, pulling away from the mouth she was exploring:
— Trust me…
With a red fingernail, she pushed him in the chest so he would sit on the chair. Then she lifted her skirt, her hand slipped under the black panties, above which dark hairs were visible, meaning Anya didn't shave there, and caressed herself a little, smiling quietly and watching Gleb attentively.
— Fully trust… — with these words she pulled her hand out of her panties. Gleb wanted to say something, that he wildly wanted to fuck her, that she was beautiful now, like a goddess, but Anya touched his lips with that same finger with the red nail, with which she had just caressed herself:
— Be quiet, — and then smeared her moisture over Gleb's lips.
And he was silent, only his heart was beating as if before something very important, something that happens only once in a lifetime. He was aroused by Anya's dominance, his "trust" in her. But what was his surprise and disappointment when she said — "That's all for now, you'll cum in your little wife's mouth later." Said it, laughed, not maliciously, but somehow cheerfully and kindly, even winked at Gleb and left. Disappointment, but not fury. Gleb let her go helplessly, then stood up, licked his lips, and without saying goodbye, went home to "cum in his little wife's mouth."