Hotwife Lesya — Follada tres veces delante de su marido

Morning light slanted through the blinds as Lesya stood in front of the bedroom mirror. She was slowly fastening black stockings to her garter belt, while Zhenya knelt beside her, holding the cold metal chastity cage in his hands.

"Today I'm not stopping until I've been fucked at least three times. Right in front of you," she said calmly, watching his reflection. "You understand, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress..." Zhenya replied quietly, snapping the lock shut around his tiny cock. The metal wrapped around him coldly, a constant reminder of who was in charge.

They headed out into the city. First stop, the mall. Lesya walked slightly ahead in a tight dark red dress that barely covered the tops of her stockings. Every step made men turn their heads. Zhenya shuffled behind, feeling the cage press against him with every glance at her firm ass.

At the park, they sat on a bench by the old fountain. Lesya crossed her legs, the stocking gleaming in the sun.

"Look at how they're staring," she whispered to her husband. "And you can't even get hard properly."

The look she shot at a tall brunette strolling nearby was long and heavy. He stopped. A few seconds of silence passed between them. Everything was clear without a word.

"Let's go behind the fountain," Lesya said, getting up.

Behind the thick bushes, she pressed her back against a tree trunk. The brunette didn't waste time on small talk. He hiked up her dress, yanked her thin panties to the side. Lesya spread her stocking-clad legs wide, arching her back.

"Watch me, Zhenya," she breathed, staring straight at her husband. "Watch me get fucked."

The brunette entered her hard and deep. Lesya let out a soft moan, digging her fingers into the bark. Every thrust made her tits bounce under the dress. Zhenya stood two feet away, feeling the cage grow impossibly tight.

"Deeper... harder..." Lesya whispered, biting her lip. Her dark hair was a mess, the letter "L" shaved into her smooth mound glistening with moisture. The man grunted, speeding up until he came inside her, gripping her hips tight. Lesya shuddered all over but didn't cum — just smiled predatorily.

"One," she told her husband, smoothing down her dress. Cum was already dripping down her stocking.

The second time happened in the half-empty underground parking garage of the mall. Lesya approached two guys smoking by their car on her own. Zhenya stood nearby like a shadow.

"Want to fuck me? Right here. My husband will watch," she said without a hint of shame.

The guys exchanged glances and quickly pulled her into the back seat of their SUV. Lesya lay on her back, legs in stockings hiked high in the air. One entered her wet pussy, the other filled her mouth. The car rocked.

"Harder... fuck me like a whore..." she moaned between thrusts. "Zhenya, watch how they use me..."

The guy in her pussy moved roughly, rhythmically slapping her ass. Lesya arched, her fingers clawing into the leather seats. She came first — suddenly, with a long trembling moan, wrapping her legs around him. A minute later both guys came almost at once: one deep inside her, the other across her tongue and chin.

"Two..." Lesya breathed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes were gleaming.

But she still wasn't satisfied. By dusk, back at home, Lesya called her friend — a tall blonde named Vika who they sometimes played with. She arrived twenty minutes later.

"Tonight you're going to watch me get fucked by a woman," Lesya told her husband, stripping in the living room.

Vika had brought a strap-on. Lesya got on all fours on the wide leather couch, ass up. Vika entered her from behind slowly but firmly. Lesya moaned loudly, pushing back.

"Yes... just like that... deeper, baby..." she growled. Vika grabbed her hair, speeding up. The strap-on glistened with her juices. Lesya trembled, the "L" on her mound completely soaked. She came twice in a row, screaming loudly, until Vika finally stopped, breathing hard.

Late into the night, Lesya — still in her stockings, lipstick smeared — sat on Zhenya's lap in the kitchen. He was making coffee. The morning was just beginning.

"Four times with men and two with Vika. Better than I planned," she said softly, smiling.

Zhenya silently handed her a cup. Lesya took a sip, looking at him over the rim. Their eyes met — hers still burning with hunger, his filled with complete, total submission. She ran a finger along his chastity cage and whispered:

"Next time will be even rougher... Are you ready, my good boy?"

Zhenya just nodded, not looking away. The coffee slowly went cold on the table, and between them hung that familiar silence where everything was understood without a word.