Fucked Lesya Right In Front Of Her Husband At The Restaurant

"Fuck, Zhenya, are you seriously thirty minutes late?" Roman's loud voice boomed from the director's office. "Do you have any idea how much money I'm losing because of you?"

Lesya sat in the hallway and heard every word. Her fingers nervously tapped against her purse. Thirty-two years old, a stunning brunette in a tight black dress, underneath which was expensive lace lingerie and sheer stockings with lace tops. She knew why she was here. Zhenya had fucked up again, and now the director was tearing him a new one.

She stood up, adjusted her dress so the neckline dipped just a little deeper, and pushed the door open.

"May I?" she purred, looking straight at Roman. "I'm Lesya, Zhenya's wife. Maybe we could all grab a bite? I've been waiting forever."

Roman froze. Standing before him wasn't just a beautiful woman—she looked at him like she'd already decided how this day was going to end.

"Well, then..." he smiled slowly. "Let's go to Atmosphere. All three of us."

At the restaurant, Lesya sat between them but almost immediately turned her whole body toward Roman. Her stocking-clad foot slid slowly under the table and brushed against his thigh. Zhenya stayed silent, just turning red and pretending to study the menu.

"You're always this hard on your employees?" she whispered, sliding her heel higher. "Or only when you really want to punish someone?"

Roman put his hand on her knee under the tablecloth and squeezed hard.

"You want to find out?"

"I do," she breathed, locking eyes with him. "Zhenya, sweetie, you don't mind if Roman and I step away for a quick minute? I need to... fix my makeup."

Zhenya swallowed hard and nodded without looking up.

In the handicap bathroom, Roman didn't even bother closing the door all the way. He spun Lesya around roughly, yanked her dress up to her waist, and tore her thin panties aside.

"Already wet, you little slut," he growled, running his fingers along her slick pussy. "Been dreaming about getting fucked in front of your husband?"

"Yeah..." she moaned, bracing her hands against the cold tile. "Fuck me hard. Let Zhenya smell it on me after."

Roman didn't wait. One powerful thrust buried his cock balls-deep inside her. Lesya gasped loudly. He started pounding her fast and deep, his hips slapping against her firm ass. Her tits spilled out of her dress, nipples scraping against the wall.

"Oh fuck... so thick... deeper, Roman, harder!" she whimpered, biting her lip.

He grabbed her hair, arched her back, and drilled into her so hard her heels lifted off the floor. Within a couple minutes she started trembling, her pussy clenching around him, and Lesya came, whimpering quietly into her fist.

Roman didn't stop. He pulled out, spun her onto her knees, and shoved his wet cock into her mouth.

"Suck it. Now."

She swallowed him greedily, drool running down her chin. A minute later he came hard down her throat, holding her head in place. Lesya swallowed every drop without spilling a single one.

They returned to the table. Lesya's cheeks were flushed, her hair slightly disheveled. Zhenya knew. The smell of sex, her glistening lips, the way she casually spread her legs under the table.

"So, enjoy your lunch?" he asked quietly, his voice shaky.

Lesya smiled, leaned in, and whispered:

"Not yet."

Under the table, her hand unzipped Roman's pants. A second later, her hot lips wrapped around his already hardening cock. Roman leaned back in his chair, pretending to listen to Zhenya, while under the table his wife deep-throated him, slurping and moaning softly. Her tongue worked the entire length—she'd take him to the back of her throat, then quickly jerk the head with her lips.

"Fuck... she's absolute fire," Roman exhaled, staring straight into Zhenya's eyes. "Did you know your wife loves other men's cocks this much?"

Zhenya just nodded, red as a lobster.

Lesya sped up. Roman grabbed her hair under the table and came a second time—thick, hot cum straight into her mouth. She swallowed, wiped her lips, and surfaced like she'd just been fixing her napkin.

Later that night at the bar, Roman slapped the counter and started telling his boys:

"So listen up, guys—today I fucked Lesya right in front of her husband at the restaurant..."