- He was elsewhere taking care of transport. - He said.
She was shy, discreet, polite, basically, she went home and work, she was beautiful, a perfect model.
That's what attracted the other men to her, while her husband enjoyed himself in the club drinking, waiting for his wife to be docile and controlled at home, she chatted and drank in the company.
It all started one day at his company when leaving a meeting.
They were walking down the halls, even if her husband could cheat on her without her knowing, until that point she was faithful.
- You know, honey, he doesn't know what he's missing by not having you by his side. – Hassan said to accompany her to a coffee in the middle of meeting them in the company cafeteria.
- We've been married so long, I couldn't tell you how lonely this is. - She said.
- How was it in the beginning? - She questioned her.
- There was love, but now, only we live together. - She said.
Her social life was only when it included her work, which was from 8 am to 9 pm, where she lived every day with every employee, businessmen and company executives, where she lived every day with Hassan , Samir, Amaterasu who always found her between their offices and their meetings, among them company lawyers, among advisors.
After 4 decades of marriage, they had separate bedrooms, but they were no longer close, that initial passion and excitement, it was a marriage of convenience.
As he had a lot of free time, he spent more time having fun at the club using the investment money, he had a lot of fun, so he spent the day looking for drinking and having fun.
About that. Selene let Richard rule, he escaped the worries, went to the social club, for drinks to find people to talk to.
He devoted his free time to him insisting that Selene be left alone.
At that time, the controlling man put a limit on her, everything so he could go out and do what he saw fit.
Everyone knew that he wanted her under his control, everything she did would have to have his approval, after all, he was a melancholy and explosive husband at home, but outside, he had a group of friends.
Since he drew everyone's attention, when he went out, his strong personality attracted everyone's attention...
One day he caught the attention of an older woman, who was a fatal woman, her name was Doris, she was another vampire in the club, with whom they started talking.
She approached him one night and said.
- When you stop pretending you didn't see me and invite me to drink with you? - She questioned him.
- How about now, I want you with me, babe. - He said.
The woman flashed a white-toothed smile, with full red lips, a black corset, and fishnet stockings.
Doris had long silky white hair, she was a vampire older than him, and she was fatal, but sensual, he was everything that Diana was not, he did not accept being ordered around, so, flirting with the man day after, day, he even liked it, that tension.
They spent their afternoons and evenings together, the man left the woman either at home or when he left and she came home from work, but he never went out with her.
Without thinking twice about Diane, he was attracted to Doris, an extrovert, he started flirting with her, she was the impulsive type of person who does whatever she wants, being with such a person would give her even more reason. higher when it would give a good reason to attend the club.
By inviting Selene to join them one day, I'm in the club inviting Doris, I'm that woman.
They introduced themselves when the two women wanted to be together with them, leaving the interacting, polite and friendly women not suspecting their intentions.
- Come on, my name is Doris... - The woman said.
- I'm Selene. - The other said.
She could go home, and then she would take her husband home without any problems, and she would take care of him.
He doesn't respect women, seeing them as objects, boosting his ego, and his pleasure game.
With his wife confined at home, doing her own thing, he did what he wanted..., go out to have fun and drink, obviously, he didn't know he was being watched, giving free rein to others to take advantage of it, he said.
It doesn't take long for Richard and Doris' relationship to evolve into something more intimate.
It was on their fifth club date, of that last series of drinking dates, that day, when they looked from one to the other then, he asked.
- Can I have sex with you? – He questioned her.
- In my mansion, now. - She said.
So, he took her hand, she took him in her car, driving to her mansion, which was so plush and spacious, with luxurious furniture and exquisite decoration.
As soon as they arrived at that mansion, not even they expected them to put a foot on the doorframe, it was when they pushed a hideous vase that was placed on a small table when she threw herself in his lap, when she kissed him, the vase fell to the floor, the moment they clung, she sucked on him, at the speed at which she was throwing herself at him.
Both were ripping their clothes, he ripped her shirt, when he was sucking on her breasts, he was ripping her panties in the process of taking off, guessing that his rich wife didn't wash or sew her clothes, she pulled with all her blouse, tearing it.
Anyway, when, tearing open her blouse, scattering buttons across the hallway, grabbing her pants, their waistband, pushing and pulling the zipper, thanking God she wouldn't be in sight when they got home, she was anywhere in the office, far from seeing him arrive with pants without a zipper, a blouse without buttons, hickey marks and bites, on his nipples and neck.
, she grabbed him with a kiss on his mouth, between her burning kiss, full of fire and lava, hastily ripping off her clothes, sucking her neck, climbing her blouse, sucking and pinching her breasts, she bit the your neck, licking your throat.
The man flew with the woman in mid-air from the center of the mansion's entrance towards the stairs.
- You're a beast. - She growled amidst a scream for his consecutive thrusts, when he thrust his cock inside her.
- Oh, if I am. - Then he went to fuck, because ripping and snarling, it wasn't sex, then when he was pounding inside her, when his testicles hit her ass, with every thrust, in and out of her, the woman took him. clasped it with his hands, ripping what was left of her blouse down her back, cutting her back.
When he was gripping her hips, sinking his nails, where she ripped with marks that looked more like a panther fucking than a proper woman, she snarled, he snarled, thrusting into her, slamming in and out of her.
Her first orgasm followed by another wasn't in bed, but involved in whirling, air-fucking, when they were thrusting with frantic pounding strokes, in and out, with each thrust of their hips, with rhythmic strokes, back and forth, with thrusts, in which she hugged her hips wrapping her legs around him. - My cat. - She said.