I saw my wife with her lover

My whole life changed after my wife, Innochka, graduated from law school and got a job in a law firm. I started noticing a change in her life. No, she didn't act any different around me. She just started paying more attention to herself. She started going to the tanning salon, and the fact that she was tanning in a swimsuit was obvious from the untanned stripes on her body, although you couldn't really call what she was covering herself with a swimsuit. Her fingernails had grown noticeably longer, and her nail polish had also become a more aggressive, bright red, as had her lipstick, which matched her nails. Her lips were naturally plump, as if pumped up by something, and she said her lipstick matched her nails. She stopped wearing tights, only stockings. If she wore a business suit under a skirt, she wore stockings with elastic bands, and if she wore pantsuits, she wore stockings with a garter belt to hold them up. Shoes or boots were strictly stiletto heels. She had to buy a separate closet for her new underwear, even though it was expensive brands. But she started earning well and was free to decide how to spend her money. Although I thought spending money on bras was pointless, as her small breasts didn't need any support, she laughed at how the fabric of her blouses rubbed her nipples, making them permanently hard and arousing! At home, she also started wearing sexy lingerie, a transparent negligee instead of a robe, shorts instead of panties, only miniskirts, instead of slippers, only high-heeled shoes, which always kept me in a state of excitement. She didn't give me any reason to be jealous, although she sometimes returned from business meetings late at night and slightly drunk, explaining it by the reception after the meetings. A couple of times she also called me that the meeting had dragged on and she would spend the night in the city at a hotel, and always via video call so that I could see that she was in the room. We lived in a small house outside the city, about forty minutes by car to the city. In the morning, I drove my beloved to work in the city, and in the evening, as always, she either returned by taxi or was driven by one of her boss's deputies, tall, athletic men named Sergey or Viktor. Viktor always gallantly helped my wife out of the tall SUV, walked her to the door of our house, closed the door behind her, and they drove away. Innochka rushed around the house in tears. I have nothing to wear! She dried her long hair with a hairdryer, sat in front of the mirror and applied makeup, then sorted through her panties, bras, stockings, and dress. And less than an hour later, mine was ready! I wasn't surprised by her appearance! As always, one hundred percent!!! The thing is that today we are going to her office’s corporate party, to which I am also invited. I sat there for a long time, dressed in jeans, a shirt and that's it. An hour by taxi, and here we are in a luxurious establishment, a long table, at which all the employees of her law firm are sitting, headed by her boss Petr Petrovich, a tall, stately man. Drinks, snacks, dancing, everything like at any event. Innochka would get a little angry with me if I didn't have a snack after each drink, so she acted like a typical wife. She paid no attention to other men, only to me, her husband. Dancing only with me or with the girls, nothing out of the ordinary, after another dance, I sat down at the table out of breath, knocked back a glass of juice, and only then noticed that my wife was not nearby. Looking around the room, I saw that my beloved was sitting on a high stool near the bar, her boss Petr Petrovich was standing next to her and saying something in her ear! In the light of the color music I couldn’t see well, but it seemed to me that his hand was on my wife’s thigh, she answered something to him, and remained sitting near the bar sipping another cocktail. Pyotr Petrovich returned to the table, after a couple more toasts and a few sips of whiskey, I noticed that Pyotr Petrovich was gone, and my wife was nowhere to be found. At first, I didn't notice, but about ten minutes later, I walked through the crowd of dancers, and my wife was nowhere to be found! Jealousy exploded within me! Where could I find them? I rushed around the club. Stop, restroom! Women's? Men's? There were several women standing near the women's, but no one near the men's. I practically flew into it; Pyotr Petrovich was standing by the urinal, calmly relieving himself. I stood next to him and also took out my penis. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye; his penis looked very impressive, but I quickly looked away. Pyotr Petrovich calmly pulled his fly, washed his hands, and left the restroom. I checked all the stalls in the men's restroom, only the last one was closed, the rest were empty. After flushing the toilet, I calmed down, washed my hands, and left. Pyotr Petrovich stood at the entrance to the hall. "Oh, Alexey! Do you smoke?" he asked me! And without waiting for an answer, he dragged me outside. We went outside, I took out a cigarette, he handed me a lighter, I lit it and we started talking, well, about nothing special, how's life? How are you? After smoking we returned to the hall, and the first thing I saw was my wife dancing on the dance floor surrounded by girls. I immediately calmed down and sat down at the table and poured myself another shot of whiskey. Waking up was hard, I opened my eyes with difficulty and watched my wife fussing about getting ready for work, pulling on her stockings, her skirt... Seeing that I opened my eyes, she started scolding me, but as always she did it in such a way that I enjoyed it more, Lesha, you embarrassed me yesterday, you got drunk. Serezhenka and Vitenka barely dragged you to bed, you were so drunk! I'm ashamed of you! I ran away from the medicine on the table! I walked into the kitchen with difficulty. There was a glass of whiskey on the table and a note underneath it, “I LOVE YOU,” and instead of a signature, a lipstick mark. I love you too, I exhaled, drinking the whiskey in one gulp, and wandered into the bathroom. After taking a cool shower, I stood near the mirror and dried myself with a towel, my gaze fell on the basket with dirty laundry, on top of the basket lay the black stockings that my wife wore yesterday, some dried stains were clearly visible on them, Streams of jealousy coursed through my brain, I wanted to sink into the ground. But for some reason, at that moment, my penis began to swell, I went into the kitchen and poured myself another whiskey and began analyzing her: her late nights, her lack of sleepovers, her style of dress, and everything else. But most importantly, she was increasingly refusing me intimacy. Having drunk some more, I drove away the stupid thoughts, come what may. A couple of days passed, Innochka behaved as always, a loving wife, a delicious dinner in the evenings, a quiet family evening, and sleep until the morning without any sex. So, I'm flying home because I forgot some important documents, and my wife's boss's jeep is parked outside our house. I couldn't figure out what he was doing there, a thought flashed through my mind. I walked into the house and froze! Voices were coming from the open bedroom doors. Come on, Innochka, let's do it quickly! I recognized the voice of her boss, Pyotr Petrovich. Well, Petya, you know that we can’t do it quickly, my wife replied. My heart started pounding, but instead of rage or pain, something dark, viscous, almost animalistic burned in my chest. I knew I should burst in, scream, demand an explanation, but my feet carried me to the half-open bedroom door. I looked into the bedroom, my wife was pressed with her back against the powerful body of her boss, he unbuttoned her jacket and caressed her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, and she was stroking his groin with her hand, where a large swelling was visible. He took off her jacket and turned her towards him, his lips sucked the nipple of my wife’s breast, Inna threw her head back and let out a sweet moan. Pyotr Petrovich pressed on her shoulders and Innochka knelt down in front of him and began to unbutton his trousers. With her long nails, it was difficult to do, but she managed. He helped her up again and pressed her to himself, his excited member reached my wife's breasts, those two peaches, Inna's soft pink nipples swelled and hardened with excitement, demanding special attention. When he kissed her hard nipples, Inna moaned loudly, His lips reached out to my wife's lips, she hugged him around the neck and they merged in a hot kiss. A moment later, Inochka was back on her knees, Pyotr Petrovich's penis pressing against my wife's lips. It was a magnificent sight, and I looked at my wife. Inna carefully grasped his shaft with one hand, her fingers barely able to encircle it, and with the other she touched his testicles. His shaved balls were swollen, and the skin on them was thick and taut. Running her tongue over the engorged prick and licking off a clear drop of precum, she gently began to push him into her mouth. Her scarlet lips wrapped around the head of his cock. His penis was enormous—thick, with thick veins. With slow movements, she enveloped the head of his penis with her tongue. This enormous monster couldn't fit in her mouth, and so, trying to make it as gentle as possible for herself, she impaled herself deeper with each movement. "Fuck... How you suck..." Overwhelmed by sensation, Pyotr Petrovich grabbed my wife's head. Gradually, Inna began making sucking motions. She was giving Pyotr Petrovich a great blow job, her drool rolling down his shaft and making slurping sounds. Her lovely mouth caressed Pyotr Petrovich's penis, which only made him grow more and more aroused. She worked her mouth like a prostitute - greedily, with saliva, with low moans, as if she was praying to this dick. And then my wife's head made its final movement! And I could clearly see Petr Petrovich's penis twitching in my wife's mouth, and she began making swallowing motions; this continued for quite a while! - UHHHHHHHHHHH... Awesome! - Fuck, you're such a great slut... - Pyotr Petrovich said breathlessly. Inochka looked at his still-erect penis! A few drops of sperm glistened in the corner of his mouth. Pyotr Petrovich picked up Innochka and pushed her back onto the bed! And he started pulling down my wife's pants! And now my wife's long legs, clad in pink stockings, are raised high and spread apart! The thin garter belt beautifully accentuates her narrow waist! She lay on her back, legs spread, her pussy red, wet, open like a flower after rain. Pyotr Petrovich entered her in one motion. He didn't even take off Innochka's panties. He only pushed them aside. "Aaaah..." Innochka moaned loudly as she took his huge cock inside her and arched, her nails digging into his back. He leaned his entire body on her and began pounding her with the speed of a jackhammer. Innochka shuddered, moaned, and writhed under his pressure. Pyotr Petrovich kept up the pace tirelessly, and I noticed how Inna rolled her eyes a minute later, clutching the sheets with her hands and, with a drawn-out howl, came under him. Her vagina sloshed as she took the man's cock balls deep. He pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach, tugging at her waist. And there she was, kneeling, arched at the waist, her long, blond hair cascading over her shoulders, her thighs trembling. Pyotr Petrovich, behind her, broad-shouldered, with dark stubble and muscular arms, placed his penis against the hole in her ass and began to slowly insert his penis into my wife’s anus. The ass began to stretch, but then the penis suddenly entered to its full depth and stopped, giving her time to get used to the volume... aaaaa moaned Innochka. I leaned against the doorway. I couldn't look away. I could clearly see Pyotr Petrovich's penis moving inside her ass. Remembering the size of his cock I'd seen in the toilet, I couldn't believe how easily this monster could move inside her ass. Pyotr Petrovich's strong, rough hands gripped her narrow waist, helping her to impale herself deeper onto his rigid shaft. Innochka moaned with pleasure, her ass moving toward that delicious, insatiable shaft. He did it slowly, with pleasure. Inna moaned, her voice low, hoarse, almost unrecognizable. "Yes, like this... deeper..." she blurted out. The room hummed with moans. Inna no longer resembled the demure woman I knew. Her body flexed, submitting to the brutal force, her skin flushed, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. "Fuck, Inna, you're so tight," the boss's voice was rough and low, and he slapped her buttock, leaving a red mark on her pale skin. Inna screamed, but there was no pain in her bukvoeb.run voice—only pleasure. She turned her head, her lips parted, her eyes half-closed, and she exhaled: - Fuck me... don't stop... Every thrust from Pyotr Petrovich, every moan from Inna reverberated through my body, as if I myself were there, inside her. But I was only a shadow, a cuckold, peeping at my wife being fucked like a whore. I saw everything - her pussy glistening with lubricant, her stretched anus, her trembling legs. Pyotr Petrovich sped up, his hips slapping against hers, the sound of wet blows mixing with her moans and his heavy breathing. I saw my wife's body tremble, her fingers clutching the sheets, her ass giving in to every thrust. I could smell the scent of sex coming from the room—salty, musky, mixed with her perfume. But I continued to watch as my lover fucked my wife. Inna suddenly screamed, her body shaking, Pyotr Petrovich pulling her closer. "I... I'm cumming!" she gasped, and her orgasm was so powerful that her hips trembled and her fingers dug into the sheets. After waiting for Innochka to recover from her orgasm, he turned her over onto her back again and thrust his monster into her pussy again. Pyotr Petrovich gritted his teeth, thrusting his cock into my wife with sharp movements. He couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her breast, squeezing it white and squeezing her aroused nipple between his fingers. With a wild roar, he began to cum inside her. This lasted for at least a minute, as he tremblingly drove his piston into Innochka, trying to fill her womb with his seed. Innochka moaned sweetly in time with his growls, reveling in her availability. The fucked holes between my wife's legs did not close and a white clot of sperm flowed out of her pussy. Inna was breathing heavily, her breasts with invitingly protruding nipples were heaving. I stepped back, my heart pounding, my head empty. I quietly walked out and got into my car, my body still shaking with arousal, and the image of my wife being fucked by another man was forever etched in my memory. About half an hour later I saw my wife and her lover leave our house, get into a jeep and drive away. I walked into the house, the bedroom was in perfect order, everything was clean, the bed was fresh, it was not even clear that my wife had just been fucked on it like a whore in all holes. And only in the bathroom, in the basket with dirty laundry, lay her pink underwear set covered in fresh sperm from another man.