A year before the train incident.
Just think, only a year before the incident on the train, I was a pious bride-to-be and a loving girlfriend.
Now, a bit more detail. He is from a well-off family, handsome, 185 cm tall, with light hair and dark eyes, athletic build, he is 24 years old. We'll keep his name a secret. I was only eighteen at the time, and I described my appearance in the previous story. Let me remind you — I'm Anna, a blonde with long hair, not tall — 160 cm. Athletic figure, C-cup breasts, and a toned stomach and butt.
We dated for two years, parents on both sides were only "for" this relationship and were already waiting for
us to have children and get married. He is always romantic and after many gifts and flowers, he gave me a ring and proposed. I, of course, joyfully agreed and dreamed of what all girls dream of — a white dress, the first wedding dance, and many guests. I didn't have strong feelings for him, as I realized years later, except maybe infatuation. In sex, we only tried the classic version. I was shy about the rest and couldn't imagine his manhood in my mouth or butt.
When he proposed, we decided to move in together. He already lived in an apartment gifted by his parents, and I slowly started moving my things there. Due to constant studies and internships, the move was dragging on. But my beloved was understanding about everything. I often went to his place after classes and stayed overnight. Sometimes I visited him at work.
A bit more about him again. Right after university, he started working at his father's construction firm. He had his own office, subordinates, and what particularly bothered me — a personal secretary. The secretary — Sonya, a skinny girl, about 28 years old, approximately 180 cm tall, with dark, jet-black hair and long bangs. Her eyes, I think, are blue, were always heavily made up, and her lips shone with bright lipstick or a juicy gloss. Sonya always wore dresses or skirts, white blouses or semi-transparent tops, of course, all complemented by heels. "It infuriates me that this girl is hanging around you" — I once couldn't hold back and told my beloved. "She doesn't interest me, you know. I need a secretary so I can finish faster and come to you" — he said, hugging and kissing me. At the time, I, of course, calmed down a bit, but I couldn't help but notice how my fiancé looked at her butt, or how he smiled stupidly when asking her to bring coffee or some papers.
Otherwise — I can note that I liked Sonya's appearance too, and we even went to a café together a few times when my beloved was tied up in meetings. She told me where she bought stylish clothes, who she went to for manicures, and many other things I never had time for.
On that Saturday, early autumn, the sun was shining brightly. I put on a light white dress, ballet flats, and braided my hair. A few classes were canceled, and I decided to get to my beloved faster to secretly arrange a romantic candlelit dinner. On Saturdays, he was always at work but finished around seven. It was already four o'clock, and I hurriedly went up to the third floor, to our future family nest. I thought I heard someone talking behind the door and was about to ring the doorbell, but then I heard a distinct female voice. I quietly turned the key in the lock and opened the door slightly. The hallway was quite dark. I carefully placed the bag with the romantic dinner and my purse on the chair by the entrance, quietly closed the front door behind me. Judging by the ongoing conversation, no one heard me. And honestly, that pleased me. I looked around and saw women's stiletto heels standing near the entrance. "Very interesting..." flashed through my mind.
His apartment is quite large, spacious. From the rectangular hallway, a couple of meters from the entrance, on the left, was the door to the room.
So. The voices were coming from the room. I quietly approached and looked through the door crack. My fiancé was sitting on the sofa, and Sonya was next to him. They were talking, sorting through a pile of papers on the table. I was furious and almost wanted to burst in and make a scene. But I decided to listen to what they were talking about. The conversation was about deposits and investments, about European partners, in general — boring. You can't yell about that — I'd look like a hysteric. Thoughts were swirling in my head. "Why is she here?", "Why do they need to work at our home?" and just "What the hell?".
The conversation continued for about 15 minutes, during which time I turned off my phone sound just in case and kept listening. "And mine won't be free for a few more hours. Maybe some wine?" — my beloved abruptly changed the topic. Here I was already exploding with anger, but, you understand, it was still too early to intervene. "I don't mind, but I have to leave soon" — Sonya replied. He stood up, went to the balcony — we kept the wine there. He took a couple of glasses from the windowsill and approached the table. Silently, he opened the bottle, poured the drink into the glasses, and sat closer to Sonya. "Let's toast to your legs" — my future husband said. She laughed and, lightly clinking her glass with his, took a sip of wine.
They sat like that for about 30 minutes, talking about various topics — work, mutual acquaintances, her beautiful body parts, of course. I managed to get angry, calm down, get angry again, and, in the end, forced myself to watch what was happening like a movie. And then the most interesting part began.
My beloved took Sonya's glass and placed it with his on the table. He started stroking her leg and reached for her lips, starting to kiss her passionately. Sonya immediately reached her hand to his cock, over his pants, and started moving her hand up and down. I felt myself starting to get aroused — it was strange for me, but I continued to watch.
He slipped his hand under her tight skirt, causing the fabric to ride up, and I could see that Sonya was either without panties or they were so small and unnoticeable. The sofa, by the way, was about three meters from the door and a couple of meters into the room. So the view was more than excellent, and because of the large amount of clothing on the door, I was definitely not visible.
He kissed her passionately and very intensely rubbed her clit. erotic stories Sonya moaned. She opened his fly, and an excited, hard cock sprang out. Sonya took it and started jerking him off. She spread her legs a bit wider — making it easier for his fingers to reach her vagina, but then my beloved knelt in front of her and started pulling down her skirt. Sonya unzipped it and helped slide the skirt down. Now the sexy secretary was sitting only in a tight white top — she had nothing else on, no panties either. Sonya looked at him with immense desire, and I couldn't hold myself back anymore. And no, I didn't want to enter the room. I got down on my knees, put my hand in my panties, and started pleasuring myself.
My beloved was still kneeling in front of Sonya. He took her butt from both sides and pulled her closer to him. Then he grabbed her legs, lifting them up, spread them apart, and pressed his lips to her pussy. He licked her pussy, smacking his lips, and Sonya moaned loudly with pleasure. This continued until Sonya cried out, trembling, and came. He stood up, pulled his pants down to the floor, and Sonya immediately took his cock into her mouth. That was the first time I was convinced that someone could do that not just in movies. She didn't suck him for long because after a few minutes my fiancé said something to her, and Sonya turned around, got on her knees on the sofa. He abruptly inserted his cock into her vagina and started fucking his secretary. Here I quickly rubbed my pussy and came — brightly, intensely, I had never had anything like that before.
Coming to my senses, I took my purse and just as quietly left the apartment, not closing the door behind me and leaving the bag with the wine — after all, that scoundrel had to understand that I had seen everything.
I spent the rest of the day sobbing into a pillow, and cried to my friends for the rest of the week. The wedding, of course, didn't happen. I remember how he apologized many times and tried to earn my trust again. But after that, I just preferred to forget about everything.
I want to thank everyone who read the previous story, wrote comments and messages. Yes, I agree, I ended the previous story a bit incorrectly. Those who understand — not "в," but "на." And, it seems to me, when I wrote last time, it came out a bit chaotic — I was in a hurry to publish it secretly from my husband and didn't even reread it. I wrote this story more carefully. I changed the girl's name, the guy's position — after all, I didn't want full coincidences with reality. Next, I plan to tell a few more stories, if the reader is interested.