Chapter 5

As soon as you finish the call, you toss the phone aside impatiently and fly back into the room to your wife. At first glance nothing has changed. Ann is still sitting on Omar, her legs together, and the old immigrant is still massaging her neck. But one detail catches your eye -- and changes everything. Before, the fabric of your wife’s dress had covered her ass and stood as a barrier between Omar’s groin and her; now that fabric had been thrown aside and Anna was sitting directly on the homeless man with her naked ass.

You feel as though someone has injected a narcotic straight into your blood when you notice Omar’s naked pubis too! His pants are pulled down to the level of his groin! It did not take Sherlock Holmes to understand where his cock was -- or rather, in whom!!!

“Oooh, my loooove,” Ann says in a strange, uneven voice. “You’re back! I was beginning to thiiink one of your female employees was distracting you from me on our anniversary. I’ve seeeen the way they all look at you -- like bees at honey, practically licking their lips!”

The old man says nothing. He has gone quiet, watching you closely, as if trying to decide whether he should run or not. You have no doubt: his huge cock is IN ANN!!! In your wife!!! You step away to take a phone call, and he puts her on it the instant your back is turned!

The thought sends a wave through your whole body, turning all thought and sensation to mush. It is hard to think clearly when something like this is happening. The old man’s audacity is shocking, yes -- but Ann’s is even worse! This is not the first time she has let men put her on their cocks almost right in front of you, barely bothering to hide it!

“Well then, my love -- a la guerre comme a la guerre,” you think. “Let’s see how it feels for you to sit on the immigrant’s cock in my presence!”

You decide to pretend on purpose that you have noticed nothing, and walk over to the kettle.

“Ann,” you say, “of course nothing flatters a man so much as being accused of being a Don Juan ... but you know I behave with women in such a way that they always know: ‘He would never betray his wife.’ And you behave the same way with men, don’t you?”

As you speak, you are standing with your back to them, but from the corner of your eye you watch the strange pair in the mirror. To your shock, the moment you speak of not betraying Ann, she begins to quietly and silently rise and fall on Omar, biting her lip, her nails digging into the table. The old man seizes her splendid hair!

“Yes, of course, you knooow me!” Ann says, struggling to control her breathing -- yoga is no help here. She says the words while bouncing on another man’s cock!

Have you both completely lost your minds?! you think in amazement. Your pulse starts tap-dancing. The SEX taking place behind your back cannot possibly leave you indifferent; waves of other people’s passion strike you, and your legs begin to tremble with agitation. You pour yourself tea, and it goes cold at once.

“Besides, even though I’m the director and an enviable husband, the staff doesn’t really like me. That’s always how it is when someone behaves differently, keeps himself apart, comes in late, dresses wrong ... I’m a stranger among them.”

In the mirror, Omar cups Ann’s breasts while she rides him. Could it really be his huge cock that draws her so strongly she cannot restrain herself? It is surreal -- no one would believe it if you told them!