Муж вернулся домой и поцеловал жену после любовника

The front door clicked open, and Igor stepped into his home, briefcase in hand, tie loosened around his neck. He shrugged off his jacket, hanging it neatly on the coat rack, and made his way towards the bedroom, eager to see his stunning wife, Yelena, after a long day at the office. He smiled, imagining her in their bed, naked and waiting for him, craving his touch and affection.

But as Igor pushed open the bedroom door, his smile faded, replaced by a look of shock and humiliation as he took in the lewd scene before him. There, on their marital bed, was Yelena, her long legs spread wide, moaning in delight as another man – a tall, muscular stranger – pounded into her fiercely. The stranger’s hands gripped Yelena’s hips tightly as he thrusted, grunting with pleasure.

For a moment, Igor stood frozen in the doorway, his limbs heavy with a mix of emotions – anger, embarrassment, and an unexpected surge of arousal. He watched as Yelena’s ample breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, her fingers digging into the sheets. She was lost in ecstasy, her make-up smudged, her auburn hair disheveled.

“Ahhh, yes, harder!” Yelena cried out, urging her lover on.

The stranger obliged, slamming into her with animalistic intensity. Igor felt himself growing hard, his cock straining against his pants as he watched this erotic display unfold before him. Despite the humiliation, he couldn’t deny the carnal thrill of seeing his wife satisfy her desires with another man.

Suddenly, Yelena’s eyes fluttered open, and she locked gazes with Igor. A wicked grin spread across her face, and she beckoned him closer with a finger. “Join us, Igor,” she purred seductively.

Igor swallowed hard, torn between his instincts to flee the scene of his wife’s infidelity and his growing urge to take part in the depravity. He hesitated, and Yelena called out again, this time commanding her lover.

“Gregory, he wants to watch. Let him see what a real man can do.”

Gregory, the lover, glanced over at Igor with a smirk, never breaking his rhythm as he continued to plunge into Yelena’s tight, wet heat. He reached down, pulling out of her briefly to flash his huge, rock-hard cock at Igor before slamming back inside Yelena with a forceful thrust.

“Ooooh, fuck yes!” Yelena screamed in pleasure, her eyes rolling back as Gregory pummeled her relentlessly. Igor stood paralyzed, transfixed by the sight of his wife in utter bliss, surrendering completely to this virile stud.

As Igor watched, Gregory’s movements became more erratic, his face contorting in rapture. “It’s time, Yelena,” he grunted. “I’m going to fill your slutty pussy with my hot, thick cum!”

Yelena writhed beneath him, desperate for release. “Yes, do it! Give it to me!”

Gregory groaned, burying himself deep inside Yelena as he exploded, pumping her full of his potent seed. Yelena’s body convulsed, wracked with a powerful orgasm as Gregory’s cum flooded her core.

In the afterglow of their climax, Yelena sat up, her lover’s cum dripping down her inner thighs. She crooked a finger at Igor once more, beckoning him closer.

“Now, my darling husband,” Yelena cooed wickedly, “come taste the fruits of your labor. Clean up the mess this big, strong man has made of my pussy.”

Igor hesitated, conflicted. But the intoxicating sight of Yelena’s cum-soaked slit, framed by her puffy, well-fucked lips, was too much to resist. He knelt before her, burying his face between her legs, lapping hungrily at the creamy mixture of Gregory’s cum and Yelena’s juices.

Yelena tangled her fingers in Igor’s hair, holding him in place as he obediently tongued her folds. She let out a satisfied moan, savoring the taste of her lover’s cum on Igor’s lips when they met in a passionate kiss.

Afterwards, as Gregory dressed and left, Yelena curled up next to Igor, tracing her nails over his chest. “You did well, my pet,” she purred approvingly. “I knew you’d enjoy watching me with another man.”

Igor simply nodded, his mind reeling from the day’s events. He knew that from now on, their marriage would never be the same. Yelena would continue to satisfy her wanderlust with other lovers, and Igor would either have to accept his role as a cuckold or walk away. But for now, as Yelena’s body pressed against his, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. The exhilarating thrill of watching her peak with another man’s touch lingered in his blood, and he knew he craved more of this naughty, forbidden game.