Indirect influence

I met him by chance. During a morning run in the park. Later, we bumped into each other at a store. He smiled sweetly, asked for some minor favor, something like making a call on a mobile phone. I offered him a ride, he agreed.

On the way, we started talking, he introduced himself as the owner of a small firm providing intermediary services for buying and selling real estate. I remembered that my friend was looking for an apartment for her mother, who lives on the outskirts. As it turned out, my new acquaintance had several apartments for sale in that very area where my friend lived. He left me his mobile number.

 — What's your friend's name?

 — Oksana.

 — I'll try to help her.

… In the evening, my university friend called me.

 — Hello Oksana.

 — Hello.

 — How are you?

 — Same as always, no changes, Igor is always disappearing at work. We spend weekends at home. It's all so boring. And this apartment exchange on top of it. I contacted a realtor, in two months he hasn't shown a single decent apartment. I'll have to ask Igor, but he's so busy, he just doesn't have time for me.

 — I have good news for you. I met a guy, he turned out to be a realtor. He promised to help. Write down the phone number…

 — Vyacheslav? This is Oksana, Irina's friend. About the apartment. I'm interested in selling on the outskirts and buying in the center.

 — Okay, replied a pleasant male voice, we'll discuss everything in person. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow at eleven, in the parking lot by the metro station. A black Honda Civic.

 — No. We'll go look at apartments right away, so better in mine.

… I met my future husband in my final year of university. We were celebrating my friend's birthday at a restaurant. He came over to our table, asked me to dance. After dancing, we went outside for some fresh air. I gave in to his requests and gave him my phone number. He called, begged to meet. We dated. I must say, strangely enough, I was still a virgin, and in response to his requests I would blush. He went crazy, gave me flowers, invited me to the best restaurants, gave expensive gifts. He knew how to court skillfully. I felt like a princess from a fairy tale. The fact that he was eighteen years older than me, held a responsible position, and wasn't just some boy, only boosted my self-esteem.

I was, undoubtedly, beautiful. Tall, slender. Long hair, a beautiful figure, long legs. Since childhood, I was passionate about dancing. During university, I even danced in some show.

I remember, the burning lustful eyes of men from the audience… But I was above casual encounters, which irritated my friends no small amount.

A few months later, he proposed. The wedding was at the best restaurant in the city. All the city officials were among the guests, headed by the mayor. And even the governor! We spent our honeymoon traveling around Europe. Golden Prague! Vienna. Fairytale Italy. Paris—they made my head spin. We were happy.

… The smell of strong coffee and cigarette smoke in a bistro on a Parisian street after the remainder of a sleepless night in the arms of my beloved…

We returned home. After several attempts at employment, my honors diploma was put on a shelf. Getting up early for work. Sitting in traffic jams, working all day. Listening to some boss's instructions. Getting some salary, while being fully provided for, seemed absurd to me. Igor didn't object, and I stayed home. Very soon, boredom and idleness took the place of past irritation and fatigue.

We had no children, which didn't bother Igor at all. I went to doctors, but seeing his indifferent attitude towards it, I dropped the idea. He was at work all day. Came home late. I was left to my own devices. Our love gradually faded, giving way to an attachment neither of us wanted to give up. A few years later, he took an important position in the governor's administration. Something related to finance.

Vyacheslav turned out to be a nice guy my age, tall, athletic. We drove around to several apartments in our area. Quite decent, but still not what I was looking for. The next apartment could be seen in about two hours. Vyacheslav suggested having lunch at one of the little restaurants hidden in a quiet alley of the noisy center. When I returned to the table after washing my hands, the meal was waiting for me. Wine poured into glasses. We drank to luck in our endeavor, drank some more. I felt easy and free with Vyacheslav. I hadn't felt that way in years. And there was also attraction. I looked into his eyes and saw reciprocity…

We got up from the table, and Vyacheslav, taking me by the hand, led me to see the apartment, fortunately it was in the same building as the restaurant.

It was a furnished three-room apartment, whose owners lived at their dacha. We wandered through the rooms, suddenly, he pressed me against the wall, his lips sank into mine, my head spun, our tongues found each other. His hands roamed over my body, I arched towards him. A hand slid from my hip to my knee, I wrapped my leg around his waist. His fingers in my shorts between my legs…

I felt myself in his arms. He's carrying me to the bedroom…

Skillfully and quickly undresses me, shorts and t-shirt fly somewhere into a corner, followed by panties and bra. Quickly undresses himself. I'm lying on the edge of the bed, looking at him from under my lashes. God, how healthy he is! A beautiful figure. And his cock! He kneels down, our lips merge in a kiss. He squeezes my breasts, covers them with kisses, caresses my nipples. His head between my knees, a greedy tongue searches, finds my clit, a finger massages inside. My legs fly up onto his shoulders, I arch and scream in unprecedented, wild ecstasy.

I open my eyes,… He strokes my cheek.

 — Take it in your mouth, my love.

I sit on my knees, adjust my hair, look at him questioningly. For me, this is all for the first time, completely unlike sex with my husband. He stands up. His cock is at my face. God, how big! With a large head, all covered with veins protruding under the skin. I take it in my hand. My fingers barely close around it. Into my mouth. It barely fits. I suck, take it out, lick it, sliding my tongue along its entire length. Vlad slowly teaches me how to give a blowjob.

 — Lick. Lower. Balls. Take it in your mouth. Open your mouth wider.

Grabbing me by the hair at the back of my head, he starts fucking my mouth, not going deep.

 — That's it, sweetie. Do it like that. Now suck. Good.

He kneels behind me. I bend over, get on my elbows. For a second, he spreads my buttocks. Snorts.

 — How tight! Haven't you been taken in the ass? — He asks, simultaneously inserting his cock into my vagina.

 — No! Oh! — I try to answer, feeling the cock entering me.

 — A pity. Wider legs!

He spreads my knees with his knee and starts slowly moving in and out of me.

I'm trembling from the high and excitement. He increases the pace. Incomparable pleasure washes over me with goosebumps on my nipples. I tremble in ecstasy. He continues, again and again! God, what a cock! I belong to him! More! Finally, trembling, he comes.

Returning home, I continued to burn in the fire we had kindled. At the same time, I was overcome with guilt towards my husband, whom I didn't want to betray for anything. He came home late as always, and, covering himself with a blanket, quickly fell asleep, without even talking to me.

I continued to meet with Vladislav. We found an apartment for my mom, he helped with the paperwork. And besides that, we wandered the streets, went to the movies, went out of town into nature, making love in the grass in a clearing, under pines and blue sky. We met at apartments. He taught me about love, making a woman out of me. Several times he suggested anal sex, and I, in the end, agreed. We came to his place. I undressed. Only lace lingerie remained on me. I started dressing differently

, beautiful lingerie, expensive clothes. I got waxed, now my vagina and clitoris were free of surrounding hair, — that's how he wanted it.

 — Everything as you said, my love. Plug in my ass.

Vlad kisses me, takes off my panties, the unclasped bra slips off my shoulders. I have marvelous breasts. That's what he says. Round, firm, perky breasts, large pink nipples.

I take it in my mouth. A few minutes of caressing, and he pushes me away.

 — Get on all fours.

I get into position, as he said. I arch my back, almost touching my stomach to the sheet. I feel him taking the plug out of my ass. He lubricates the stretched hole there with something cold. And slowly-slowly starts entering me. It hurts a lot, he, listening to my moans, pulls out a little, and then relentlessly continues slowly entering me. In the end, he is inside me, filling me. He stops for a few minutes and starts moving, unhurriedly, accelerating the pace. It hurts, but it's bearable. Still, the first time. Not as scary as I thought.

Several months passed. One day my beloved said we would meet at his friend's apartment. I put on a beautiful dress, thin panties, a lace bra. I was walking to our meeting place, and a playful breeze flew under my skirt, chilling and tickling, slightly arousing me. I got in the car, we drove off. To my surprise, the friend was home. He was a tall, well-built man around forty.

 — Ivan. He introduced himself.

 — Oksana.

We went into the room, sat on the sofa. Ivan brought an open bottle of wine, got glasses. We drank to our acquaintance. Then to me. Vlad got up and left. Ivan immediately grabbed me by the shoulders, pressed his lips to mine, roughly shoved his hand deep under my skirt. I broke free, slapping the insolent man with a ringing slap.

 — What's going on here? Vyacheslav was standing in the doorway.

 — This jerk attacked me.

 — You'll pay for this, muttered Ivan, rubbing his reddened face.

 — You'll have two men today, Oksana. You should apologize.

 — What?

I rushed to the doors, they were locked, grabbed my mobile from my purse.

 — Who do you want to call? Your husband? To tell him about your escapades? And how will you explain to him how you ended up here with two men? Enough. Calm down. Go to the bedroom, strip naked and wait. We'll be there soon.

It felt like everything was happening in a bad dream. I went where Vlad said.

I took off my dress. The thought of stripping naked was repulsive to me. I decided to keep my lingerie on. About ten minutes later, naked Vlad and Ivan barged into the bedroom. Ivan was bigger than Vlad, tattoos showed blue on his arms and chest, covered with hair.

 — So this is how she obeys! She wants us to take her panties off?

 — Strip quickly! Ordered Vlad.

I got scared. With trembling hands, I quickly pulled off my bra, yanked off my panties.

 — On your stomach, bitch! I'll teach you obedience!

I looked at Vlad with pleading eyes, but he wasn't interested.

 — Pillow under her ass! Where's my belt?

I was lying with my ass up and trembling in horror.

Sharp pain burned me. Again and again.

 — Will you obey, whore?

 — Yes!

 — I CAN'T HEAR YOU!

 — YES!!!

 — Enough ruining her ass, we'll still need it: — I hear Vyacheslav's voice.

They climb onto the bed, Vyacheslav lies on his back.

 — On top of me, facing me.

Ivan enters my ass with one thrust.

 — Ah! — Ah! Oh! Ouch!

 — Endure it, bitch! They laugh. Two huge cocks rub inside me.

 — Ouch! Don't! No!

They pull out of me, make me kneel, force me to suck them one after the other, come on my face. I lick their cocks clean.

 — Go, wash up, tidy yourself, take a shower. Get dressed and come to the living room. We're waiting for you there.

When I came to the living room, they were sitting at the table drinking.

 — Want a drink? — Said Ivan.

 — Sit down!

 — Where can she sit, you tore up her ass. Vlad laughed.

 — The ass will heal. Here, look at the photos, you'll be interested. He handed me an envelope.

Photos fall out of the envelope, where I'm making love with Vlad, then photos from the terrible day today. Here we are, the three of us, them and me. Here I am sucking them off.

 — Your husband won't be happy to learn his wife is a whore.

 — Both at his work and on television…

 — We have video too…

 — And how your friend will be surprised!

 — What do you want from me!

 — Here's your mobile. When we call—be ready to meet. And no foolishness. If you behave correctly, — everything will be fine. You're an obedient girl, after all.

Vlad, take her home.

A week later,