Old Man Cums in Lesya's Mouth While Her Cuckold Husband Watches

The Crimean evening was already cooling down when I, Lesya, parked my black G-Wagon by the stadium. The dress clung to my hips, stockings whispering with every step. Lara was waiting by the entrance in a tight outfit, camera on a tripod, a predatory smile on her face.

"Hey there, my favorite little slut. Ready to put that mouth to work tonight?" she asked, kissing my cheek.

"Always, for you," I replied, glancing out at the field.

In the middle of the green grass stood a wooden cross. Nailed to it, completely naked, a gag in his mouth and his cock already hard, hung my Zhenya. Our cuckold. My husband. His eyes burned with shame and arousal at the same time.

Lara led me to the center of the field. Seven men, all over sixty, rich, important, already stood in a semicircle. Their pants were unzipped, cocks of various sizes and shapes sticking out. The oldest one, gray as a dove, was clearly past seventy.

"Let's begin, boys," Lara said cheerfully and switched on several cameras.

I dropped to my knees right in front of Zhenya so he could see every detail. The first cock slid into my mouth easily. I wrapped my lips around it, started sucking slowly, running my tongue along the head. The old man let out a soft groan.

"Watch, Zhenya..." I whispered, pulling off for a second. "Watch how I service these grandpas."

The second and third moved in closer. I took them in my hands, working my mouth on the first one simultaneously. Saliva ran down my chin, dripped onto my dress. I made sure to slurp and moan loudly so Zhenya heard every second of it.

"Deeper, girl," the fourth one rasped, grabbing my hair.

I let him push into my throat. My eyes watered, but I didn't stop. Lara filmed close-ups of my neck bulging around his thick cock.

The fifth and sixth came almost at the same time. Hot cum sprayed across my cheeks, onto my tongue, trickled down my lips. I didn't swallow. I held it all in my mouth, showing Zhenya.

The oldest one was last. His cock wasn't the biggest, but it was incredibly hard for his age. He took my face in both hands and started slowly, deeply fucking my mouth.

"I'm going to flood your throat, beautiful..." he breathed out.

I stared straight at Zhenya. His cock twitched in the air, but he wasn't allowed to touch himself. The old man sped up, and I felt his balls tighten.

"Take it... oh, fuck... take it all!"

The first powerful blast hit the back of my throat. I didn't pull away. He kept coming, filling my mouth with thick, hot cum. When he pulled out, I opened my mouth, showing Zhenya the pool of white on my tongue.

"That's how it's done, baby..." I said softly, looking into his eyes. "That was my evening. The old man came in Lesya's mouth while her cuckold husband watched."

I swallowed it all in one motion, licked my lips, and smiled at the camera.

"Until next time, Zhenya. I love you so much."

Lara stopped recording and chuckled quietly:

"You're just perfect."

I stood up, walked over to my crucified husband, kissed his gag with lips wet from another man's cum, and whispered:

"Now let's go home. I'm not done for tonight..."