My wanton Jeanne

Hello, dear readers. I want to share a story with you. This is my first time writing, so please don't judge too harshly. I want to tell you about my wife and the story I became an unwitting witness to.

My wife's name is Zhanna. We've been married for about two years now. Our relationship always seemed perfect to me. We are young, no children yet. Zhanna and I both graduated from law school. Like many of my classmates, I couldn't find a job in my field, so I work as a sales manager for auto parts. Well, so what? It's a perfectly decent, manly job. Zhanna was a bit luckier. A few months ago, she got a job as a lawyer at a

real estate firm. There was more than enough work at the new place, and she often stayed late, working until late hours. But the salary was good. What exactly that overtime work consisted of, I found out a little later. That's what this story is about. But let's take things in order.

At 24, Zhanna was very well-groomed, beautiful, and, let's be honest, a sexy girl. A tall blonde with long, slightly curly hair, sensual full lips, and incredibly beautiful eyes. And of course, her figure. Slender, shapely legs, rounded hips, a gorgeous waist, and firm, perky size four breasts. Possessing all these charms, Zhanna, like many beautiful young ladies, loved tight skirts and dresses, high heels, and, of course, a slightly deeper neckline than usual, or blouses unbuttoned one "extra" button. Need I mention the looks she often received from strangers, and acquaintances too, men? Of course, I noticed these looks when we were out together somewhere. But, to be honest, those looks only added to my pride in my wife. After all, she is mine. And only mine. And all those looks are just like a 'like' on a photo on social media.

I work until five in the evening, and after work, I pick up Zhanna. Her office also works until five, and Zhanna is usually one of the last to leave her workplace.

Going around the porch, pushing through some bushes, with a silly smile on my face, I peeked into the first window. The office was empty.

The windows were positioned at such a height that standing on tiptoe, I could see into the offices. Two more windows. One was curtained, the other was just as empty as the first. Approaching the fourth window, I heard a low male voice. The words were indistinct. I was about to walk past this window to avoid being accidentally discovered, but something made me look into it as well. The window sash was slightly ajar, and the window itself was three-quarters drawn with a curtain, as if hastily.

And here's what I saw there.

The first person I saw was a man, about 45, with a rather pleasant, rugged appearance. He was wearing trousers and a shirt. He was sitting on a large leather sofa with a glass of whiskey in his hand, talking on the phone. It was his voice I had heard. Opposite him, leaning on the edge of the desk, stood the director of Zhanna's firm (a forty-three-year-old former athlete... I think his name is Sergey Vladimirovich... not important). He was standing, with one arm wrapped around my wife's waist!!! His other hand was slowly stroking Zhanna's chest through her blouse. Zhanna, with her head thrown back and eyes half-closed, was slowly moving her butt, which was pressed tightly against the director's crotch. Need I say what kind of shock I experienced at that moment? It felt like electric shocks were running through my body. I stood there, watching all this, and couldn't believe it was really happening. What was I planning to do at that moment? I don't know. Thoughts were swirling in my head like a crazy whirlwind. At the same time, unexpectedly for myself, I realized that in just a few seconds, my cock had turned to stone. I felt wild excitement mixed with some kind of resentment, anger, or something similar. But the main feeling that dominated everything, I must admit, was arousal.

But let's return to the office. My wife, in a high-waisted skirt, black lace stockings, on high stilettos, with her already unbuttoned blouse and hair loose and cascading over her shoulders, was simply stunning. Sinfully stunning. Meanwhile, the man finished his phone call and, tossing the phone aside, fixed his gaze on Zhanna. The director gave my wife a slight push towards him, delivering a slap on her butt. Taking a couple of steps towards the sofa, Zhanna stopped and, leaning over, as if inadvertently showcasing her magnificent breasts, which were straining to escape from her bra cups, kissed him passionately and for a long time on the lips. The man, leaning his head back on the sofa and spreading his arms, seemed to be giving Zhanna the command to proceed. And she didn't waste any time. For a while, she caressed his neck with her tongue and kissed it, then, unbuttoning his shirt button by button, began slowly covering his broad chest with kisses, licked his nipples with her tongue, and then lower and lower. Unbuttoning his shirt completely, she helped him take it off.

"Turn around," he exhaled in the same low bass.

Zhanna immediately turned her butt towards him, clad in a tight skirt, simultaneously dropping her blouse to the floor.

So the man's name was Denis. Well... nice to meet you.

Denis ran his hands over Zhanna's waist and butt from top to bottom, then, unzipping her skirt with one motion, sent it to the floor. The tiny black thong followed the skirt. Zhanna, at that moment, deftly unhooked her bra clasp, and that now-unnecessary part of her wardrobe also ended up on the floor. Zhanna stood in the middle of the office wearing only her stockings and high-heeled shoes. Leaning slightly forward and sticking her butt out, she was squeezing her large breasts with her hands, while Denis, having licked two fingers, inserted them into my wife's pussy.

"Mmm... you fucking bitch slut... you're so wet," Denis exhaled.

"Aah... mmm... yesss..." Zhanna simply moaned in response, pushing her butt towards the fingers sliding in her hole. Meanwhile, Sergey Vladimirovich, having taken off his trousers, approached Zhanna from the front. Taking her hand, he placed it on his cock, and Zhanna began happily stroking him while sinking a kiss into his lips. After about a minute, Zhanna started moving her butt faster, and Denis, understanding correctly, increased his pace. Another second later, Zhanna arched her back slightly and, filling the office with sweet moans, came.

Then the men, switching places without even letting Zhanna catch her breath, continued to use her holes. Denis was fucking my wife's pussy, and the director was fucking her mouth. I could see everything perfectly, hear Zhanna's moans... and... I liked it... My beautiful wife was being fucked by two strangers with two cocks, and she was giving herself to them like a seasoned slut.

Meanwhile, Sergey Vladimirovich, pulling his cock out of Zhanna's mouth, began stroking it quickly while holding Zhanna by the hair. Zhanna, with her mouth slightly open and tongue out, was preparing to receive the first load of cum. A second later, the cock was back in her mouth, and Sergey Vladimirovich, with a wild groan, began pouring his cum into my wife's mouth. Denis let go of Zhanna, and she, squatting down, sucked and licked the spent cock one more time, seemingly swallowing the seed with pleasure.

Only now did I unexpectedly realize that I had already unzipped my jeans and my rock-hard cock was in my hand. I started jerking off.

Meanwhile, Denis, still full of energy, positioned Zhanna doggy-style right on the floor, and, wetting her anus with saliva, began slowly entering her ass. Zhanna submissively waited for his huge cock to penetrate her tight hole. A moment later, the cock penetrated inside. And another minute later, Denis was already fucking Zhanna in the ass, while with his hand, reaching her pussy, he caressed it and inserted his fingers. Zhanna's moans were deafening in the office...

A second later, I felt myself coming... Clenching my teeth so as not to give myself away... I don't think I've ever come so intensely before. Somehow stuffing my still-erect cock back into my jeans, on wobbly legs, I hurried to the car... then home. I needed to think about a lot and process a lot...