Irina, dressed only in matching purple lace bra and panties, was searching her giant walk-in closet for an evening gown that would keep her young Chinese lover Xiǎo fixated on her. After their frenzied fornication in the garden, she couldn't keep her mind off of him.
As she was searching through dresses, her husband, Giovanni, entered the closet and embraced her from behind. She turned her head to the side and they kissed, and he ran his hands up and down her thighs.
"How was your time in the garden with Xiǎo?" Giovanni asked curiously.
Irina grinned mischievously at her husband. "You were not paying attention during tea time, were you?"
He moved his hands up the front of her slim, fit torso to grasp both her breasts, nuzzling her neck at the same time.
"Apparently not. Were you too up to something kinky then?" Giovanni asked, his interest piqued.
"Well, Xiǎo just couldn't keep his hands off my legs. He kept feeling them up under the table," smiled Irina.
"Darn! I should have paid more attention! Too busy talking with his father," mumbled Giovanni as he pushed his nose through Irina's long curly dark brown hair.
"He developed a massive erection then. I helped him hide it as I let him out to the garden," explained Irina.
"So did you take him to the private place?" asked Giovanni as his hands slid down her body and his fingers slipped into her panties.
"You bet I did. We did it on the swing bench. We should watch the video together," Irina said, bucking her hips to press her labia against her husband's fingers.
"OK. I'm curious to see how long he lasted in that sweet, tight vagina of yours. Let's watch after dinner then," suggested her husband.
"No. Not tonight. I told Xiǎo to text me tonight. I am planning on having one last tryst with him in the observatory tonight, just to keep him tied to me," explained Irina.
"You are absolutely an evil manipulative seductress, aren't you?" chided Giovanni.
With that, he pushed down her panties, feeling her legs with his palms as he sat on a seat behind them. He then pulled down his trousers and boxers to reveal an upright erection, which he then seated his wife upon so that she was facing away from him.
Giovanni thrust into his wife frantically, bucking his hips up hard while forcing his wife down onto his penis. After six or seven thrusts, Irina felt him push up hard into her and ejaculate his semen inside her vagina. As Giovanni recovered his breath, Irina, barely tired, got up and put her panties back on.
Giovanni looked hurt and disappointed, but asked, "Did you enjoy it?"
"Of course I did. You are my husband. I love you. I enjoy any intimacy with you," Irina reassured her husband, while quickly putting her panties and bra back on.
As her husband quickly put his trousers back on, Irina found the perfect evening gown for tonight's dinner: a casual satin v-neck spaghetti sheath floor-length evening dress with ruching. It accentuated her cleavage in the front, and the opening split down the middle allowed her to display her beautiful long legs while walking. She also picked it because it would be easy for Xiǎo to unwrap it quickly; she wondered how tempted he would be during dinner.
The four entered the magnificent dining room at the same time. The dining table was rectangular, so this time Giovanni sat at the head of the table, and Irina to his right. Xiǎo's father sat to the left of Giovanni, directly across from her, whereas Xiǎo quickly and deliberately sat next to his father, eyes focused on her husband. Deliberately keeping things cool, Irina thought to herself.
Soon dinner was served, and the group got into a very detailed and comprehensive business discussion while enjoying the delicious meal prepared for them. Irina was impressed by Xiǎo's knowledge of the technology business; he was able to communicate concepts in flawless English. She wished to learn more about the industry so she could participate more in future conversations.
After dessert, Irina politely got up, smiled at the group, and said, "I will take a stroll now to help my digestion." With that, she nodded to them all and left; Xiǎo just politely nodded at her and returned to the conversation with her husband and his father.
Irina walked alone through her backyard, through the orchards towards the cliffs, where their private observatory lay. She looked down the hill back at her house to see if anyone was returning to the guest house but didn't see anybody. She had been gone for fifteen minutes already and wondered why hadn't Xiǎo at least texted her.
A notification sound from her phone snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked down at her phone screen and saw the name of the contact: "Xiǎo".
Irina then unlocked her phone and read the message from Xiǎo: "Where are you?"
"I am at the cliffs in our backyard. In my observatory," replied Irina.
"May I see you, please? I told my father I am walking around the neighborhood," replied Xiǎo.
"Yes," replied Irina. Xiǎo was certainly being cautious to ensure their affair wasn't discovered, she thought to herself.
"Pls wait. I am taking a long way around," responded Xiǎo.
Very cautious, Irina noted. Perhaps this isn't the first time he philandered a married woman?
Irina texted her husband she would be a while due to Xiǎo's craftiness, then waited what seemed like an eternity until she heard someone knocking at the door.
"Hello," she heard Xiǎo say from behind the door.
Irina walked over, confirmed through the peephole he was alone, and carefully let Xiǎo in so that no one could see she was inside already. She then closed the door behind them and locked it.
She listened to the soft footsteps as Xiǎo approached her from behind and wrapped his arms warmly around hers.
"I missed you," he said.
"I said you could see me, not touch me," Irina meekly replied.
Xiǎo's hands slid up and down her arms, soothing and relaxing her. Irina felt something hard press against her rear end through her dress.
"May I have dessert now please?" asked Xiǎo, and he pushed her long curly dark brown hair aside with his nose so he could nibble on her neck.
"Yes," Irina breathed huskily, completely relaxed and now leaning into Xiǎo for support.
Irina felt Xiǎo's left hand slide up her dress to the large opening at her cleavage to fondle her right breast, squeezing and rubbing her nipple with his palm. Irina tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder and moaned in delight, relaxing completely and relying totally on Xiǎo for support.
Next, Xiǎo's right hand slid down her dress into the bottom opening and felt down the top of her right thigh until he grasped her knee. Then his lecherous hand slid up the inside of her right thigh, spreading her legs open until his fingers reached her panties.
Irina groaned in lust as she felt Xiǎo's fingers trace the outline of her labia lips through her panties, then rub between them, following her slit up to her clit. She naturally bucked her hips back in response but felt his hardness push her back onto his fingers.
Soon Xiǎo's fingers and palm were rubbing the crotch of her panties, following her slit back and forth, while he thrust his erection against her at a similar pace to keep her panties pressed against his hand. Irina could only close her eyes, breathe frantically and let Xiǎo control her body.
Irina began to calm a little when Xiǎo removed his hands from her breast and loins. She then realized he was busy unwrapping her dress and let her arms hang lazily at her sides to make it easier for him.
Slipping his hands into the v-neck of her dress, he pushed down, running his palms over her purple lace bra cups and down her front torso, sliding the dress to her waist. He then wrapped his left arm protectively around her pelvis, and knelt into a squat position, kissing his way down her spine in the process.
Xiǎo then placed his hand on Irina's now exposed abdominal muscles, and slid his palm down over her matching purple lace panties, pushing her dress down to her thighs in the process. He then continued sliding his hand down her right thigh, over her knee, and down her lower leg to bring the right side of her dress down to her ankle.
Now wrapping his right arm around her pelvis, his left palm felt down her left thigh to her ankle, bringing her dress down to her ankles.
Wearing nothing but her purple lace lingerie and heels, Irina stepped out of the dress. She looked coyly at her lover.
Xiǎo gathered her dress and carefully placed it on a nearby desk. He then grabbed Irina and pulled her in and kissed her.
While their tongues danced, Irina quickly unbuttoned Xiǎo's shirt, removed it, and tossed it aside. She then ran her fingers over his chest, then nipples, then down the centerline between his abdominal muscles. When her fingers found his belt buckle, she unbuckled it and slowly pulled his pants and boxers down.