The Marathon for Zhenya

"Zhenechka, can you see me?" Lesya licked her lips, staring into the laptop camera perched on the nightstand. "I've missed you so much..."

On the screen, her husband sat pale, pupils blown wide, shifting uncomfortably. She knew that beneath him was a champagne bottle she'd left for him before she left. A cruel, sweet torture.

"Leska..." Zhenya's voice trembled. "What are you up to?"

"A surprise," she said, running her palm down her stomach, stopping at the trail of dark hair leading to her most intimate place. "Lara's coming over. And the girls. We're putting on a show for you."

"What kind of show?"

The door opened. Lara walked in—tall, perfect posture, in a tight black dress. Behind her came Maria and Olga, both in business suits, but with hair already down and anticipatory smiles.

"Zhenya, hello," Lara waved at the camera. "Watch closely. We're going to work hard for you."

She approached Lesya and, taking her by the chin, kissed her. Deep, savoring, making her arch. Lesya moaned into Lara's mouth, feeling Olga already unbuttoning her jeans while Maria pulled off her blouse.

"Get undressed, girl," Lara commanded. "Show your husband how obedient you are."

Lesya shed her clothes, left in thin lace lingerie that hid almost nothing. She turned to the camera, spread her legs, giving Zhenya a full view.

"Like what you see, Zhen?" she whispered, running a finger along the damp fabric of her panties. "I'm already wet. I was imagining you watching..."

"And now," Lara clapped her hands, and Maria brought out a suitcase, "let's begin our marathon."

The suitcase opened. Inside, on velvet lining, lay... objects. Zhenya choked on air when Lara pulled out the first one.

"A toilet brush," she smiled. "But it's new, don't worry. Clean."

Lesya swallowed. She wasn't sure she could handle this. But Lara's gaze was calm and commanding.

"Lie on the bed. On your back. Legs wide."

Lesya obeyed. Olga spread her legs and leaned down, wrapping her lips around Lesya's clit. Lesya cried out, arching.

"Don't rush," Lara said, sitting beside her and pouring herself some champagne. "We have plenty of time."

Olga licked slowly, devotedly, driving Lesya to trembling. Maria massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples.

"Zhenya, do you see how your wife is dripping?" Lara raised the glass to her lips. "How she's melting under Olga's tongue?"

"I see..." Zhenya exhaled. His face was red, gripping the edge of the table.

Lesya felt something cold touch her crotch. The toilet brush. She bit her lip as Lara began running it along her labia, teasing but not entering.

"Come on," Lara whispered. "Show your husband what you can do."

Lesya nodded, clenching her fingers on the sheets. Lara slid the brush inside her—smooth, fluid, insistent. It was sleek and cool, and Lesya moaned at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Yes..." she breathed.

"Good girl." Lara began fucking her with it, rhythmic, deep.

Olga rose and straddled Lesya's face, pressing her wet pussy to Lesya's lips. Lesya buried her tongue inside Olga, feeling her thighs clench and hearing her moan from above.

"Now have a drink," Lara offered her a glass of champagne. Lesya took a sip, then felt a warm stream run down her face—Olga was pissing right into her mouth.

Lesya froze, but Lara grabbed her hair:

"Drink, slut. You love pleasing your husband."

Zhenya on the screen watched, transfixed, shocked and aroused at once. Lesya obediently swallowed.

Next came the vacuum cleaner. Lara turned it on low and pressed the hose to Lesya's pussy. The air hissed, suction pulling at her skin, and Lesya screamed at the sudden, strange pleasure as the nozzle pressed against her clit.

"Oh—fuck—" she arched, feeling a wave building.

"Don't come," Lara pulled the vacuum away. "We're not done yet."

A shoe. A woman's high heel. Lara took it by the toe and pushed the heel into Lesya's wet, hot cunt. Lesya moaned, feeling the hard spike press against her walls.

"Deeper," Maria ordered, and Lara pushed harder.

Then a two-liter bottle—neck first. Lesya cried and moaned but spread her legs wider, letting them push it deeper and deeper. An eggplant—cold, heavy, slippery after Lara coated it with oil. Lesya felt it stretch her to the limit.

"Zhenka, watch," Lara turned Lesya onto her stomach. "Here comes the sausage."

A big, thick salami. Lesya bit her lip as Lara worked it into her ass, slowly, inch by inch.

"Oh... ah..." Lesya moaned, feeling herself fill up.

"So tight," Maria smiled, spreading Lesya's cheeks apart so Zhenya could see better.

A cactus. Huge, covered in spines, but Lara had rolled a condom over it, making it safe. Lesya shuddered at the strange shape as it slid inside her.

"That's... weird..." she whispered.

"But you like it," Lara stated. "Your pussy is squeezing it like crazy."

A chair leg. A baseball bat. Lesya had lost count. She just spread, moaned, swallowed Olga's piss when she squatted over her face, and felt Maria fingering her.

Then Lara pulled out the final three items.

First—a glass dildo, glowing neon. Lesya gasped as it entered her, vibrating.

Then—a strap-on, strapped onto Lara. Lesya got on all fours, and Lara entered her from behind, hard, deep, making her scream.

"Zhenya," Lara whispered while fucking Lesya. "Your wife is the best whore I know."

And the last item. Lara pulled it from the very bottom of the suitcase, and Lesya gasped:

"No... that's..."

"Yes," Lara smiled. "A suction cup."

She pressed it to the wall and ordered Lesya to sit on it. Lesya, trembling, hovered over it, then slowly lowered herself, feeling the vacuum seal against her clit and mound.

"Ah!" she screamed as the suction began to pulse, stimulating everything at once.

Zhenya on the screen groaned, unable to hold back, and Lesya saw his face contort in orgasm. He came, sitting on the bottle, without touching himself.

"See?" Lara breathed, approaching the camera. "We made him happy."

Lesya finally came when Lara pulled the suction cup away and replaced it with her tongue. She screamed, clenching her thighs around Lara's head, feeling the wave of pleasure crash over her completely.

"Thank you..." she whispered into the camera. "Zhenechka... I love you..."

Zhenya, still trembling, watched her from the screen, his eyes full of adoration and shock.

"I... I don't know what to say," he breathed.

"Don't say anything," Lesya smiled. "Just watch."