My husband walked in and saw me being taken from behind.

After the previous time, when my husband and I had sex in front of our friends. And where later they joined us (or rather, mostly me). My husband and I fantasized a lot about what else we could arrange. He enjoyed watching me in the embrace of two other guys. Now that idea doesn't excite us as much. We want something more extreme. But what? Sex in a public place — maybe, but how to make that happen? There was also an idea where my husband goes to a sauna with some of his business partners, my husband plans to call a prostitute, and I show up instead. But he doesn't have any partners who don't know me. That's also hard to pull off. So I decided

to come up with something myself. And here's what I did.

My husband was returning on Friday evening. That same day, I deliberately texted him, "You're coming on Sunday, right?" And I deliberately didn't read his messages, to create the feeling for him that I wasn't expecting him yet. That his arrival would be a surprise for me. The escort Georgy arrived at six o'clock, and my husband was supposed to be there by seven. We had less than an hour to warm up, so I was terribly nervous and opened a bottle of prosecco for myself. I offered Georgy some cognac, which he gladly accepted, and we went over the whole scenario again. According to the plan, Ilya would most likely call and, after getting no answer, would open the door with his key, hear moans, go to the bedroom, and see us. And then he would join in (I hoped!).

Georgy went to take a shower, came out completely naked, and suggested starting with a massage for me. He was muscular, handsome, with short hair and a large, shaved cock. Not too huge, maybe a bit bigger than Ilya's. I took off my robe and underwear and lay face down on the bed. I didn't really want romance right now; for me, this was supposed to be a purely mechanical performance.

The door opened, footsteps were heard in the hallway. Katya, Katya?

To be continued