レストランで彼女の夫の目の前でレシャを犯した

"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.

彼女は立ち上がり、ネックラインがもう少し深くなるようにドレスを整え、ドアを押し開けた。

"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."

ローマンは凍りついた。彼の前に立っていたのはただの美しい女性ではなく、まるでこの日の結末をすでに決めているかのような目で彼を見つめていた。

"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.

「あなたはいつも部下にこんなに厳しいの？」彼女はささやき、ヒールをさらに高く滑らせた。「それとも、本当に誰かを罰したいときだけ？」

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."

ローマンは待たなかった。彼は強力な一突きで肉棒を彼女の奥深く、玉まで埋まるほど突き入れた。レーシャは大きな喘ぎ声を上げた。彼は速く深く腰を打ち付け始め、腰が彼女の引き締まった尻に激しく打ち当たった。彼女の胸はドレスからこぼれ出し、乳首が壁に擦れた。

「ああ、クソ……すごく太い……もっと奥に、ローマン、もっと激しく！」と彼女は唇を噛みながら泣き声を上げました。

彼は彼女の髪を掴み、背中を反らせ、彼女のかかとが床から浮くほど激しく突き上げた。数分もしないうちに彼女は震え始め、まんこが彼を締め付け、レーシャは拳に静かにすすり泣きながらイった。

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.

彼らはテーブルに戻った。レーシャの頬は紅潮し、髪はわずかに乱れていた。ジェーニャは気づいていた。セックスの匂い、てらてらと光る唇、テーブルの下で何気なく脚を開く仕草。

"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?"

ジェーニャはただ頷いた、茹でたロブスターのように真っ赤になって。

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:

「だから聞けよ、みんな――今日、レストランでLesyaの夫の目の前で、Lesyaを犯したんだ…」