The Terrace Where Everything Broke

The evening air still held the day's warmth, and the string lights on the wide wooden deck of the dacha were already glowing. I sat in a light summer dress that barely covered my thighs, feeling Alex's gaze slide up and down my legs. My husband had left for a business trip just two hours ago, and his best friend had stayed behind to "help with the wine."

"You look especially beautiful tonight, Lena," he said quietly, pouring me a third glass. His fingers brushed against my hand—accidentally, but lingering far too long.

"Alyosha... don't start," I replied, but my voice betrayed me. It came out husky, almost a whisper. I didn't even notice when I moved closer, my knee now pressing against his thigh.

He didn't pull away. Instead, he slowly ran his palm up my bare leg from the knee, sliding higher, under the hem of my dress. Goosebumps erupted across my skin instantly.

"And what if I do start?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes. "You've been staring at me all night like you want me to fuck you right here on this deck."

I swallowed hard. My heart was pounding so loud I thought he could hear it. The wine, the heat, his scent—a mix of expensive cologne and male sweat—was going straight to my head.

"Maybe I do..." I breathed out, no longer able to lie.

Alex set down his glass, took my chin in his hand, and kissed me. Hard, hungry, deep from the first second. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I moaned against his lips. My hands went to his shirt on their own, popping buttons one by one.

"Fuck, Lena, you're so hot..." he whispered, pulling my dress over my head. I was left in nothing but thin panties. The night, the string lights, the light breeze—it all made what was happening even filthier, even hotter.

He lowered me onto the wide wooden chaise lounge. The fabric was still warm from the sun. Alex dropped to his knees between my spread legs, leaned in, and ripped my panties off in one sharp tug. I gasped. His hot tongue found my clit immediately and started licking it in slow, agonizing circles.

"Oh... Alyosha... deeper..." I breathed, threading my fingers through his hair.

He buried his face in my wet pussy, licking greedily, sucking on my swollen lips, pushing his tongue inside me. Saliva and my own juices ran down his chin, dripping onto the wood. I writhed and moaned louder and louder, not caring if anyone on the neighboring plots heard us.

"I want you... now..." he breathed, rising up. I watched him unbuckle his belt. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, with a swollen head already glistening with precum.

I sat up, grabbed it hungrily, and took him into my mouth immediately. Deep, all the way to the back of my throat. Alex groaned and grabbed my hair.

"That's it... suck it harder, you dirty slut... yeah, just like that..."

I worked my mouth greedily, saliva running down my chin, down his balls. I massaged them with my hand while he fucked my mouth faster and faster. Then he pulled out abruptly, flipped me over on all fours on the chaise.

The wooden planks creaked beneath us. He ran his cockhead along my soaked slit and slammed in to the hilt in one thrust. I screamed with pleasure.

"Fuck, what a tight pussy you've got..." he growled, starting to pound me with brutal strokes. Every impact made my tits swing, my nipples scraping against the warm wood.

"Fuck me... harder... I want to come on your cock..." I moaned, pushing back to meet him.

He sped up, his hips slapping against my firm ass. The sound of impact echoed across the terrace. One hand found my clit and started rubbing fast, the other squeezed my breast hard. I felt a tight wave building inside me.

"I'm gonna... Alyosha... I'm coming!" I screamed, and the orgasm crashed over me. My pussy clenched hard around his cock, my body shaking with violent tremors. My juices sprayed down his thighs.

He didn't stop. He kept pounding me even harder until he roared:

"I'm gonna take you... now..."

He pulled out and came in powerful spurts across my back and ass. Hot, thick cum burned against my skin, running down my spine, dripping onto the wood. I was gasping, my legs trembling beneath me.

Alex leaned down, kissed my neck, and whispered:

"This is just the beginning, Lena. From now on, every time your husband leaves, you're going to come to me on this terrace and spread your legs. Deal?"

I turned my head, looked at him through pleasure-hazed eyes, and smiled:

"Deal... just don't stop. I need more."

He laughed low in his throat, ran his fingers over my cum-covered ass, and started kissing my neck again slowly—knowing this night was only getting started.