After graduating from university, I joined the army. After service, I got a job as a shift supervisor at a company, where I met accountant Elena and we got married a year later. Lena is a modest, caring wife. After a year of family life, our son was born, we lived in my mother-in-law’s house, and built our own next door. In total, we lived in friendship and harmony for a little more than five years. One summer, our boss celebrated his 50th birthday at the company. We decided to celebrate on Saturday at our dacha, which was located 20 km outside the city on a lake.
Most likely this is not a lake, but a place of the river similar to a lake, along the banks of which the bases of the city’s enterprises are located. Many of them were no longer inhabited after Yeltsin's reforms. Enterprises closed one after another. Nobody needed the bases anymore, and our company was hanging afloat, finalizing its last years. On Saturday morning, the entire office boarded the bus, loaded with drinks and food, and headed to the lake. I was late at work on business, and after lunch I took my minibus and went to the base. Arriving there, parked the car under a canopy and began looking for the director to apologize for his absence at the beginning of the celebration and at the same time congratulate him on his anniversary. At the base no one noticed me anymore, everyone was in a cheerful mood, some were arguing, proving the country needed our enterprise, some were swimming in the lake, some were sailing on boats on it.
No one knew where the director was, not even his wife, who sat under the boss in a boat near the reeds, getting a tan, separately from the entire office crowd. Having walked around almost all the houses in search of the boss, I went into one of the largest houses. In all likelihood, there was a base office, a long corridor and many doors, Viktor Alexandrovich - I shouted into the building? In response there was silence, I walked down the corridor into the depths, opened the door and entered a hall with a bust of Lenin, red banners, and tables piled with rubbish.
I realized that this was Len’s room, there was a slightly open door from where not quite decent moans were coming. I walked up to the slightly open door and was stunned by what I saw. My wife was standing on all fours on an old mattress, with her jacket pulled up over her head, and her panties were on one leg. The boss fucked her in her ass, hitting her pussy with his balls, which she put her hand between her legs and diligently rubbed. I jumped out of the building as if scalded and rushed to the lake.
I was furious. Who is she fucking with, traded me for this old galosh. I decided to settle everything tomorrow and get a divorce, without any explanation. Approaching the lake, I saw Olga Petrovna sitting alone in a boat. The boss's wife, a well-tired 48-year-old lady, spread out her black, slightly gray hair, was bored, with her face up to the sun, sitting in a boat standing by the shore. I pretended to be pretty tipsy and climbed into her boat.
“Olga Petrovna, do you mind?” I asked, braiding my tongue. - No, what are you saying, Serezhenka, I’m even glad of your company. - Maybe we can swim across the expanse of the lake? - With pleasure. I took the oars out of the boat, inserted them and buried them near the reeds along the shore. Olga P. did not open her eyes, raised her head to the sun, wanting to get the best tan. I rowed slowly with the oars, looking at this no longer young woman. Her breasts are large, her legs are tight and spread wide, her crotch is so covered with the panties of her swimsuit. She began to excite me.
But what if she’s twenty years older than me, but how she looks, and if I fuck her, I’ll take revenge on this old lecher and my wife. It’s not a burden to leave in your soul. Thoughts haunted me on how to approach me so that I wouldn’t refuse, after all, after all, she’s a middle-aged woman, and to her I’m like a son in years. Nothing came to mind, I was the only one playing the role of a tipsy man, although I didn’t take a sip of alcohol. Olga P. opened her eyes.
- Is it really good here? - she said. “I nodded my head in response, not taking my eyes off her body. - And what's in there? - She pointed her hand into the gap between the reeds. - This is an old abandoned beach base. - Row there, my captain. - For you, my princess, every whim. - Seryozha, are you flattering me? - No, madam, today I am at your disposal, for today I am all yours. - Then I’m not Olga P. but Olya and not in any other way. Coming ashore, I helped her out, holding Olya by her bare sides, and even casually touched her butt. A shiver ran through my entire body. How I wanted to fuck her at that moment.
Right there on the shore, put her doggy style and, taking off her panties, ram her into her. In any of her holes. We walked into the abandoned courtyard of the recreation center, the paths were already visible, almost overgrown with grass, the houses were windowless and noticeably skewed. The tennis court was still in good condition, but there was almost no net around it. Probably the locals stretched it out for farming. We sat down with her at a table standing in the middle of the huge veranda of a large house. “Seryozha, let’s go to the shore, it’s so boring and sad here that what you see makes you want to cry,” Olga said.
We got up and barely walked along the path to our boat. Approaching the shore, Olga sat down on the grass near the shore, then lay down on her back, slightly bending her legs at the knees and spreading them apart. “Wonderful weather, I could lie here until the morning,” she said. - Who is stopping us here? The base is empty, no one is there. Ours are thirty meters away along the river. Olga jumped up sharply, and turning her back to me said, “Oh, there’s something tickling me, take it off quickly, Seryozha.”
I began to move along her back, wiping off pieces of dry grass. She leaned forward slightly and a hollow appeared from her panties, the beginning of her ass. Seeing this, I received a huge rush in the abdominal area, and immediately felt the first tremors in the pubis. My penis began to swell and burst out of my swimming trunks. Olya lay down again and closed her eyes. Her hair was lying around her head on the grass, from under her panties, little curls of her pussy were peeking out around her crotch, and under her bra, her two breasts were spreading all over her chest. I already realized that I need to start or I will never start.
And then I lightly touched her leg at the knee and then ran it along the inside to her panties. He touched her panty-covered pussy. She clenched her legs. “Seryozha, I’m an old woman, and you’re flirting with me,” she whispered. My face filled with heat. Better pat me on the back, I like it so much and turn sideways to me. I began to stroke her back, looking under the elastic band of her panties from where the hollow of her ass peeked out. My dick was already sticking out like a stick. And she probably felt how my hand began to tremble. I stroked my back, putting my hand under the strap of my swimsuit, and then, as if I accidentally unfastened it. I saw her big breasts fall out.
Olya seemed to be sleeping without showing any reaction to this. I intensified the stroking. And then she again lay on her back without opening her eyes, I began to stroke her belly and her breasts, freed from the bra. Bending down, I took her nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. She spread her legs slightly. I ran my hand over her stomach and, putting it under the elastic band of her panties, touched her pubis with soft hairs, spreading them apart, I stuck my hand into the crack of her vagina, it was slightly open and my two fingers fell into her. She was wet and warm. Her silence about what was happening prompted me and I slowly began to take off her panties. She straightened her legs allowing me to do this without difficulty. I realized that she was already mine.
As soon as he took off her panties, she bent her legs at the knees and spread them. Stroking my chest, without opening her eyes, she tried to pull off my swimming trunks with one hand, in which I helped her, she felt my erect penis and began to stroke it. “That means I’m still worth something if someone so young has already got it on me,” she said.
Turning over to me, she took my penis into her mouth and began to suck it and continue to jerk it with her hand. A minute later she lay on her back and spread her legs and asked to lick her pussy. I put my head between her legs, she raised her legs pizdeishn.net bending them at the knees, and I parted the hairs with my tongue and got it into her pussy. She was oozing juice all over. Then she threw me on my back and, kneeling down, shoved her burning, leaking hole into my face. I hugged her by her ass, licked her pussy, and stuck my finger into her anus, which was also not so tight.
I thrust it loosely into it, folding three fingers. She moaned and rubbed her pussy against me. Then she sank down, directed my dick into her ass, and began to slowly sit on it, when my dick was completely in her anus, she began to kiss me, licking all her juices that got on my face, and increasing the pace, she sat down and jumped off my dick. I was no longer able to endure it and my cock began to pour liquid into her anus. Feeling the shocks of sperm in herself, she sucked into my lip, trembled, moaned, and collapsed on me.
I pulled out my dick and it went limp. Olga continued to lie on top of me, kissing and caressing me. “You really are my captain,” she whispered, sucking on my earlobes. “I haven’t felt this good for ten years, maybe more.” I don't want to stop there, I want to go on and on. If you are ready to be with me this night, then let’s spend it in the pleasures delivered to each other without stopping, she told me.
She and I, like two naked savages on a desert island, lay on the grass by the water, caressed and loved each other on the shore and in the water. It was my first time fucking standing up to my chest in water. He fulfilled all her whims, like a real spoiled princess. Lying on her and fucking her, she moved my penis from her vagina to her anus. While fucking her in the ass, I felt my stomach squishing against her wet pussy. She was open and pouring out so much juice that I was almost completely smeared with it. In comparison, my wife’s pussy was much tighter and did not pour out as much juice as Olga P.
We tumbled until dark, after which we swam to our beach and joined the crowd of people celebrating; no one noticed our absence or arrival. Olya went to the house where she undressed, and I went to my car and began to get dressed. A minute later the phone rang. My wife called. - Sergey, where have you gone? “I’ve already been calling for several hours in a row,” she shouted into the phone. - On the base. - Well done. - You are drunk? - No. Then come for us, we’ve been free for four hours already, the son is with his mother, my sister and I are waiting.
I started the car and drove into town. Half an hour later I was driving them to the base and thinking all the way, who did I confuse my wife with? Who did this birthday boy fuck? Who cares who, and how could I think of my dear beloved wife that she could cheat on me. But what to do now with Olya, to be her young lover secretly meeting, because she is beautiful even though she is old. And if she doesn’t mind, I’ll probably continue my relationship with her...