While the wife is at the bachelorette party

Another work week is coming to an end. It's starting to get dark outside the office windows. The work planned for today is done, I'm sitting at the computer playing Spider Solitaire, glancing at the clock. Ten to five. Suddenly, the quiet, monotonous drone of music from the computer speakers is interrupted by the ring of my mobile phone.

 — Hi! How's work?

 — Hi! I'm dog-tired. I'll be home in half an hour.

 — I'm calling to let you know that after work today, my girlfriends and I are having a girls' night out. Marina got a promotion, we want to celebrate. Go home, eat whatever you find in the fridge, then you can go out with your friends too. If

you come home later than me or drunk, I won't be offended.

 — Actually, Kolya and Seryoga and I were planning to go to the sauna today.

 — Well, go ahead then. Okay, bye! Call me around ten, I'll be waiting. Don't be bored!

The moment I closed my phone, Alina, our director's secretary, clicked into the office on her stilettos—a twenty-five-year-old creature with a model's figure, luxurious honey-blonde hair, and large, childlike bright blue eyes on a doll-like face. Four years ago, she married for convenience to a man with patriarchal views, old enough to be her father. Her husband, a big businessman, is often away on business trips, and during that time, Alina enjoys life and seeks adventures on the side with young guys.

 — Viktor Alekseevich, could you give me a ride home? Yura has gone to Lviv for a week on business, and our neighborhood is so dangerous.

 — Sure, no problem.

I turned off the computer, put on my sheepskin coat, and took the car keys out of my pocket.

My black Daewoo Lanos drove through the streets of the evening city, with Linkin Park blasting from the speakers. Alina sat in the front seat and drilled me with her big eyes the whole way. The road to Alina's house passed by mine.

 — Maybe we could stop by my place for some coffee? — I suggested.

 — What about your wife?

 — Lilya is at a girls' night out today, she won't be back before eleven.

 — Then I agree.

I parked the car, and Alina came up to my apartment. After we had a couple of cups of coffee, Alina started to get fidgety.

 — Are you in a hurry?

 — Not really. Yura's mom is watching Vitalik.

 — Then let's continue the conversation, — I took a bottle of martini from the bar.

Alina took her phone out of her purse and told her mother-in-law she was staying late at work.

The bottle was soon more than half empty. Alina grew bolder, moved closer to me, and started flirting openly. Her narrow palm with sensual fingers stroked my thigh through my jeans, then went into my pocket. With her other hand, Alina abruptly pulled me towards her and started kissing me, first gently, then fiercely and deeply. In response to Alina's advances, I started groping her breasts and ass.

 — Let's go to the bedroom, — she said in a languid voice.

Desire was off the charts. Our clothes flew chaotically onto the floor. I lay on my back, Alina lay on top of me and literally fucked my mouth with her tongue, while squeezing my chest with her hands. She moved her tongue lower and lower—neck, nipples, navel… No one had ever given me such a fantastic blowjob. Alina took my entire tool into her mouth, sometimes sucking it all the way to her tonsils, sometimes pushing it halfway out with her tongue, her delicate, upturned nose pressing against my pubic bone. When my cock became hard as wood and the head started itching as if bitten by mosquitoes, Alina tore open a small black packet, similar to a condom wrapper, with her sharp white teeth, and smeared its matte-white contents onto my manhood with her delicate little hands. After that, she lay on top of me and started kissing me passionately. After about five minutes, I felt a pleasant burning sensation.

 — Well, is it burning? — asked Alina.

 — Yes.

Without saying a word, Alina got on top of me and took my entire cock inside her. The burning mixed with unbearable sexual excitement into a sweet torture. Alina moved broadly and sharply, I bit my lip and held on with all my might not to come prematurely. However, I didn't have to endure for long: after a few more movements, Alina trembled all over, moaned loudly, and collapsed on me, sinking her lips into a kiss that was the last straw for me. From the orgasm, my vision darkened, an avalanche of sperm erupted from my cock, causing a wave of heavenly pleasure mixed with a slight pain in my perineum.

 — Let's go again, only this time you on top, — she suggested.

I lay on Alina's firm stomach and inserted my still-hard-from-the-wild-erection cock into her pussy. After a few minutes, I felt another orgasm approaching. Alina writhed beneath me, furiously scratching my back with her long nails.

 — Come on, kitten! I'm close. Come on, fuck me! Here it is, I feel it coming. Faster! Even faster! Ah-ah-ah-aaaaaaaaa!!!

We came together, my second orgasm was even stronger than the first, I almost lost consciousness, flooding mine and Lilya's marital bed with sperm.

After resting a bit, we had a glass of martini each, smoked, and continued. Yes, this girl works wonders that my lawful wife is incapable of. Lilya is a good housewife, an interesting person, but not strong in bed, whatever they say about Eastern women. Alina and I got so carried away that I completely forgot about the time.

At ten o'clock, right in the middle of another coupling, the phone rang.

 — Alina, quiet! My wife is calling! — I picked up the receiver without getting off Alina or pulling out.

 — Hello! Where are you? Why haven't you called? — Lilya's juicy voice sounded through the receiver. From her voice, I could tell my wife was already quite drunk.

 — I'm at home, Lilyok, watching football on NTV-Sport. I was going to call you myself when the first half ended.

 — Hello from the girls! — a chorus of drunken female voices sounded in the background.

 — Hello to the girls from me too.

 — Since you didn't go anywhere, I wanted to say: we're going to "Eldorado" now, come meet us there. Marina is bringing her Vovka with her, so you won't be bored. How long will it take you to get there?

 — In about thirty to forty minutes.

 — Okay then. I'll be waiting.

 — My wife is summoning me. Let's finish up and hit the road, — I informed Alina.

We changed positions—Alina was on top again. She fucked me hard, with fury, while sucking and chewing on my manhood with her well-trained pussy. My cock, which had softened slightly during the conversation, quickly returned to working condition, but the sensations weren't as strong anymore; the fifth "stick" in a row was tough, and despite the erection and Alina's efforts, I couldn't come.

About half an hour into our "aerobics" session, the sound of a key in the lock was heard, and the front door creaked quietly. We froze in a motionless pose, not knowing what to do.

 — What happened? — asked Alina.

 — My wife, — I whispered in a frightened voice.

Lilya was standing in the bedroom doorway. She looked at us with her almond-shaped dark brown eyes, full of anger. After a few minutes of silent scene, the anger in her gaze disappeared, and Lilya smiled at me mysteriously.

Alina, coming to her senses, quickly got off me, dressed like a soldier, and prepared to leave. Without saying a word, Lilya stripped naked, put wide bracelets with rustling pendants on her wrists and ankles, and turned on Indian music. I should say that my wife, a Crimean Tatar by nationality, looks exactly like an Indian woman: the same dark skin, long dark hair, black eyes, round face, and slight Eastern plumpness. The bracelets on her arms and legs, the massive beads around my beloved's neck, and the music from old Indian films enhanced the effect.

 — Learn, girl, — she said to Alina.

Alina didn't wait for the continuation and quickly retreated, calling a taxi on the go. Lilya lifted my cock, which had gone limp from fright, performed a belly dance on top of me, and continued what Alina had started. She fucked me to the rhythm of the music, sitting on me, one hand grabbing my balls, and a finger from the other hand inserted into my navel. My beloved reeked of wine breath.

 — Will you bring other girls home again? Huh? — she kept saying, squeezing my balls with her hand, but the pain mixed with excitement was pleasant. I didn't even notice how another orgasm rolled in. My wife got off me and lay on her back.

 — Now lick! — Lilya pulled my head towards her pussy. I began diligently licking the fleshy red petals and long clitoris, licking off the abundant lubrication and my own sperm. My wife tensed her whole body and let out a long, low-chested moan.

 — Good boy! You've earned forgiveness. I'll stay with you because I love you very much, bunny. But promise me, no more girls. You have me. And from now on, we'll only go out together.

 — Aren't you going to "Eldorado"?

 — Of course we're going, darling. I spilled red wine on my jeans, I came to change.

Ten minutes later, we were ready and going down the stairs to the car parked by the entrance. The evening turned out splendidly, Lilya never mentioned today's incident again, and upon returning home, she gave me such a sex marathon that I couldn't even think about "it" for a week.