Cheating in a restaurant toilet

Anna sat at a table in a cozy restaurant, where live music boomed—some slow jazz with a saxophone that sent shivers down her spine. Today was her and Sergey's anniversary—ten years of marriage. The table was set for six: they, her husband's best friend, Alexey, and a couple of mutual friends. The wine flowed freely. Dry red, already on their third bottle. Sergey, as always, was in good spirits—joking, putting his arm around her waist, but his hand was already shaking slightly from the alcohol. But Alexey... Alexey looked at her completely differently. She felt it all evening. His gaze slid over her tight black dress, which so beautifully accentuated her breasts and barely covered her hips. Her high heels made her legs seem endless. Every time she stood up to dance with her husband, Alexey's eyes followed her, and there was something hungry in them. And when Sergey went to the bar for another bottle, Alexey leaned closer: "You're absolutely stunning today, Anya. Seriously. Sergey's a lucky guy, but... damn, you look so good in that dress, I've been barely sitting still for half the evening." She laughed, but her insides clenched. The wine went to her head, and her legs had long since become hot and wet. She knew this was wrong. This was cheating. But her body wouldn't obey. Especially when Alexei, under the table, accidentally (or not accidentally) touched her knee. The music grew louder. Everyone started dancing. Sergei hugged her, but his movements were already unsteady. Alexey danced next to his friend's wife, but his eyes were only on Anna. She felt her panties getting wet. The simple black lace ones she'd put on especially for her husband. Now they clung to her clit, and every step caused a sweet shudder. "I need to go to the bathroom," she whispered in Sergei's ear. "I'll be right back, darling." He nodded, already quite drunk, and returned to the table. And she walked down the hallway to the ladies' room. Her heart was pounding. Her heels clicked on the tiles. She hadn't even had time to close the stall door when she heard footsteps behind her. The door opened—Alexei. His eyes were dark, his breathing ragged. - Anya... I can't take it anymore. You've been fucking me with your eyes all evening. She wanted to say "no," "go away," "my husband is here." But instead, she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him toward her. The kiss was greedy, wet, with tongues and moans. His hands immediately went under her dress and squeezed her firm ass. "Fuck, you're so wet already..." he whispered, his fingers groping for her panties. "You're dripping wet, bitch." Anna moaned into his mouth. She unzipped his pants herself. The zipper slid down with a loud thud. His cock emerged, heavy, hot, truly enormous—much larger than Sergei's. Thick, with a bulging vein, the head already glistening with secretions. She fell to her knees on the cold tile. Her heels slipped. Her dress rode up. Anna grabbed his cock with both hands—it was too big for her palm—and greedily took it into her mouth. First, just the head, licking it with her tongue, tasting the salty flavor. Then deeper. Deeper still. Drool ran down her chin, over his balls. "Oh, fuck..." Alexey breathed out, clutching her hair. "Deeper, Anya. Come on, suck it, like this." She choked. His cock pressed against her throat, bringing tears to her eyes, but she didn't stop. The slurping, smacking, and her own moans echoed in the cramped stall. Drool ran in long strands down her breasts, staining her dress. She jerked him off with her hand at the base, working her mouth as if he were the last cock she'd ever seen. Alexey fucked her mouth, thrusting his hips, and she felt her clit pulsate, her panties already soaking wet. “Enough…” he croaked after a couple of minutes. “I want to fuck you.” He jerked her up and turned her to face the wall. Anna braced her palms on the cold tile, arching her back. Her dress rode up to her waist. In one motion, he ripped her panties off—they fell to the floor, wet and useless. Alexey's fingers roughly parted her lips. "Look at that pussy... it's all wet, your clit is swollen. Do you want me to fuck you while your husband's drinking?" "Yes..." she breathed out, trembling. "Fuck me, Lyosha. Faster..." He entered with one powerful thrust. His cock stretched her to the limit. Anna bit her lip to keep from screaming. So deep, so thick—she felt every vein inside her. He began pounding her hard from behind, holding her hips. The slap of skin on skin, her moans, his growls. - Oh, fuck... what a tight... bitch... She reached down with her hand, rubbing her clit in circular motions as he fucked her faster and faster. Her heels slid on the tiles, and she could barely stand. Each thrust reached her cervix. Drool still trickled down her chin, and her breasts spilled out of the neckline of her dress, shaking in time. “I’m going to cum…” she moaned. “Lesha, I’m cumming…” An orgasm washed over her in a powerful wave. Her cunt clenched around his thick cock, her body trembled, her legs gave way. Alexey didn't stop—he pounded even harder, almost completely burying himself inside her. - Me too... fuck... I'm going to cum inside you now... He thrust into her all the way and froze. Hot, thick streams of sperm gushed inside. Lots. So much. She felt him pulsate, filling her completely. The sperm flowed back out, running down her thighs, staining her stockings and high heels. They stood like that for a few seconds, breathing heavily. His cock was still inside, slowly softening. The kiss on her neck was now gentle. "You're fucking amazing, Anya," he whispered. "I hope we can do this again." Anna turned her head and kissed him on the lips. Her panties remained on the floor. She knew she would return to the table with his sperm dripping out of her. Sergey wouldn't notice. And she would sit across from Alexey, smile at her husband, and feel her insides pulsing, reminding him of what had just happened. It was their anniversary. And it just got a lot more interesting.