She cheated on her husband at a corporate party.

Lena couldn't remember how much she'd drunk. The office party dragged on, and she, standing at the bar in her black, form-fitting dress, stockings, and black stiletto pumps, felt the alcohol blurring boundaries. Dima was probably already asleep at home. She'd promised him "not to get too drunk," but the third gin and tonic with Andrey from the next aisle had done its job. Andrey stood too close. His hand had been on her waist for fifteen minutes, and then it slid lower—to her thigh, where the fabric of her dress merged into her stocking. Lena felt the warmth of his palm through the nylon. "You're absolutely stunning today, Len," he said quietly, leaning toward her ear. The scent of his cologne and alcohol assaulted her nose. "That dress... and those stockings. I can't take my eyes off you all evening." She laughed, but it came out hoarse. Everything inside her was already burning. - Stop it. I'm married, by the way. “I know. So what?” He ran his thumb along the seam of his stocking. “Dima’s home. And you’re here. And you’re already wet, right?” Lena shuddered. She really did feel the slipperiness between her legs. Her panties were already sticking to her. "Let's go," Andrey said quietly. "There's a disabled restroom upstairs. No one ever goes there." She didn't answer. She simply nodded. Her legs carried her after him. The door closed with a soft click. Andrey immediately pressed her back against the wall. The kiss was greedy, with a hint of gin. His hands immediately went under her dress, lifting it to her waist. Stockings, bare skin above the elastic, the wet fabric of her panties. "Fuck, you're so wet," he breathed, running his fingers along her slit. Lena arched, pressing her head against the wall. "You're standing here in stockings and heels, already dripping like a whore." “Shut up…” she breathed out, but her voice trembled. He turned her to face the wall. With one hand he continued to rub her clit through her panties, while with the other he unbuckled his belt. Lena heard the zipper slide open. Then she felt his warm, heavy cock press against her buttock. “Lift your skirt higher,” he ordered. She did. The dress gathered at her waist. Andrey pushed her panties aside and ran his head along her wet slit. Lena jerked. - Oh... fuck... He entered with one thrust. Not harshly, but deeply. Lena cried out—his cock was thicker than her husband's. He stretched her differently, filling her to the very end. "Like this..." Andrey croaked, starting to move. "You're standing on all fours against the wall, in stockings, and a strange man is fucking you. Do you like it?" Lena couldn't answer. She only moaned, pressing her forehead against the cold tile. Every thrust reverberated in her stomach. Her heels clicked on the floor. Her stockings rustled softly as he entered all the way. The wet sounds of her cunt filled the small room. He fucked her standing up, holding her hips. Occasionally he'd spank her right buttock—not hard, but loud. Lena felt her ass begin to burn. "I... I can't... for much longer..." she breathed out. The orgasm washed over her suddenly, sharply, from both shame and arousal. She shuddered, squeezing his cock inside her. Andrey cursed and slowed slightly, letting her recover. Then he pulled out. Lena turned over, breathing heavily. She looked down. His cock glistened with her juices, thick, with a swollen head. She dropped to her knees. The tile was cold even through her stockings. Andrey placed his hand on her head. “Suck it,” he said simply. Lena wrapped her lips around his cock. She took it as deep as she could. The smell of sex, her own cunt, his skin. She bobbed her head, drooling. It ran down his shaft and dripped onto the floor. Andrey held her hair and began to fuck her mouth. Deeper. Lena croaked when the head pressed against her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't pull away. She wanted to be a bad girl. "Deeper, bitch... yeah, that's it..." he growled. "Your throat is amazing." She choked, but continued. Saliva flowed in streams, dripping onto her breasts, onto her stockings. When he pulled out, a long, shiny thread stretched from her mouth. Andrey lifted her up and turned her back to the wall. This time, he did it more roughly. He spread her legs wider, forcing her to arch further. He entered her pussy from behind and began pounding her in earnest. The slaps against her thighs grew louder. Lena moaned without restraint. “Fuck me… fuck me…” she muttered. “Fuck, your dick is so fat…” He pulled out, spat on her ass, and ran his finger over her anus. Lena shuddered. "I want it in the ass," he said. "Do you mind?" She hesitated for a second. Then she nodded. Her heart was pounding. — Just... slowly at first. He spat again, this time directly onto the hole, and began rubbing it in with his finger. Lena tensed, then gradually relaxed. By the time he inserted a second finger, she was already moaning softly. The head of his penis pressed against her anus. Pressure. Burning. Lena dug her fingers into the wall. - Aaah... slowly... slowly, bitch... Andrey entered. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter. Lena breathed through her mouth, feeling her ass stretch. When he entered completely and stilled, she felt herself… filled to the brim. He began to move. Carefully at first. Then faster. Each thrust reverberated deep inside. Lena moaned, no longer holding back. One of his hands rested on her thigh, the other reached for her clit and began rubbing rapidly. “I’m cumming… fuck, I’m going to cum now…” she breathed out. An orgasm washed over her. She screamed, squeezing his cock with her anus. Andrey growled, thrust all the way in, and began to cum. Hot sperm gushed inside, filling her rectum. Lena felt every thrust, every stream. He came slowly, pressing his stomach against her buttocks. When he pulled out, a white drop slowly leaked from her widened hole. Lena stood there, trembling, leaning against the wall. Her legs gave out. Andrey helped her straighten her dress and kissed her neck. "You're fucking amazing," he said quietly. "If you want more… you know where to find me." Lena didn't answer. She just left. *** The house was dark. The only light was coming from the bedroom. Dima wasn't sleeping. He was sitting on the bed in his underwear, reading something on his phone. Lena entered, trying to walk evenly. Her insides were still throbbing. Her ass was wet and slippery with someone else's sperm. She felt it leaking out slightly as she walked. "Where have you been for so long?" Dima asked, looking up. "And why... are your lips like that?" Lena looked at herself in the mirror. Her lipstick was a little smudged. Her hair was disheveled. She walked up to him, knelt down on the floor in front of the bed, and placed her hands on his hips. - Dim... I... I cheated on you today. He froze. The phone fell from his hands. - What? — At the company party. With Andrey. In the toilet. — Her voice trembled, but she continued. — I was drunk. We… we fucked. Standing up. Then I sucked him. And then he… he fucked me in the ass. And came in there. Dima was silent. But Lena saw—his penis in his underwear began to rise. Quickly. "Are you... serious?" he finally managed to say. His voice was hoarse. "Seriously." She pulled his briefs down. His cock popped out, already hard. "It was thicker than yours. And I… I came. Twice." Dima was breathing heavily. Lena grabbed his penis with her hand and ran her tongue over the head. — He fucked me against the wall. I was standing there in stockings and heels, my dress lifted… and he entered me from behind. He slapped my thighs. And then… when I was on my knees and sucking, drool flowed all the way down. And when he entered my ass… I almost howled. But I liked it. Not even that much, I really liked it. She sat on top of him without removing her panties—she simply pushed them aside. His cock easily entered her cunt—she was still wet. But now, inside, there was also the bukvoeb.run sensation of someone else's sperm in another hole. Dima grabbed her by the hips and began to lift her up and down harshly. Her eyes were burning. — Tell me... everything. In detail. Lena began to tell him. How he rubbed her clit with his fingers. How his cock entered. How she choked when she sucked. How cum flowed from her ass when they finished. With every word, Dima fucked her harder. She felt him on the edge. "He came in your ass? Right inside?" Dima croaked. — Yes... all the sperm. Hot. I can still feel it inside there... Dima growled, thrust himself balls-deep, and began to cum. The streams were strong and deep. Lena came too—from his reaction, from the way he trembled beneath her, from the fact that her betrayal didn't repel him, but drove him wild. They lay there, breathing heavily. Dima stroked her back. "I... I don't know what to do now," Lena said quietly. "I thought you were going to kick me out." Dima kissed her temple. "I thought I'd be furious. But instead… I got a hard-on like I haven't had in a long time." He paused. "If you want more… I want to know. I want to hear. Maybe… even watch sometime." Lena raised her head. She looked into his eyes. There was no judgment there. Only excitement and a new, dark tenderness. - Are you serious? “Yes.” He traced his finger over her lips. “You’re my wife. But today you were someone else’s whore. And I… really liked it.” Lena smiled. Slightly guilty. Slightly relieved. And very, very excited. She moved lower and took his now soft cock into her mouth again, slowly and lovingly licking away the remains of her betrayal and his sperm. Their relationship will never be the same again.