Rent Wives

This story is purely fictional and contains themes of extramarital sex, cheating, and impregnation. If readers do not want to read a story containing those themes, please perhaps think about reading another story. All characters are above the legal age of consent. If you’re a new reader I’d also highly recommend you first read the earlier chapters, they will help explain who’s who! I hope you enjoy this offering…

A warm summer day found Steve, landlord of a fairly large apartment building, in one of the units occupied by the De Alonso family. As far as Francisco De Alonso, the husband and father, and 20-year old Veronica, the daughter, knew, Steve had been called up to examine cracked crown moulding in the apartment, with an eye to repair it.

Repairing moulding, however, was not Steve’s main job in the apartment this day. His main job, the family’s wife and mother Sofia, was what was in front of him now.

“UUuuuuuuffff…” Steve groaned as he eased his rigid shaft into Sofia’s taught midsection, his track pants pushed down around his ankles. Sofia, the 40-something wife and mother of the family, was laid out on her marital bed, her legs splayed wide as her landlord pushed himself into her.

“Aaaaaaaaa…uuummmmm…” the matronly looker moaned, her long, dark hair fanned out across the bed she shared with her husband. Francisco had actually permitted his wife to have sex with Steve, although not necessarily on their matrimonial bed! It turned out that not only did Francisco have a “thing” for the idea, but Steve in turn gave the family a much-appreciated discount on their monthly rent. Francisco’s only condition, however, was that his wife and Steve use condoms, since the couple had been trying to have another child before age caught up to them. That ship had sailed, however, and Sofia’s baby-belly heaved as she was repeatedly pushed by Steve’s thrusting, her tummy rising and falling in time with his movements.

“Uuuuummmmm,” Sofia cooed as Steve pumped in and out, massaging all the right places in her dripping tunnel. Each time Steve pushed in deep, the married mother clenched her bedsheets. The pair hadn’t actually planned to have sex this day, but, as Steve had looked around at the crown moulding, he couldn’t help be distracted by Sofia’s graceful curves and shapely legs, extending down from a maternity-summer dress she still had on. Steve had guided the woman to her bed by her shoulders, and the look in his eye had told her what he wanted. Obligingly, Sofia had let herself be pushed back onto her mattress, had let her landlord peel her panties off, flip her dress up, and she had wrapped her legs around his waist as he eased into her for the second time that week. “We…we should be quick,” She had said at the start. “Francisco or Veronica could be back in maybe 20 minutes…” That was what she had said then.

What she said now was, “Huuuffff…” as Steve lanced into her, prodding her so hard she inched up her mattress as Steve took her while he stood at the bedside.

“Your husband, huff, huff, huff,” Steve panted, “still doesn’t know that I’m the one who, you know…gave you that baby?”

“Ayyyy, dios…mio…uf…no,” Sofia gasped. “He would kill us. As far as anyone knows, it is his baby. And now, uff…uff…my misbehaved daughter Veronica is pregnant too!! Huff…huff…huff…If I ever catch the son of a bitch who impregnated her at this party, Francisco will kill him too!” Sofia angrily huffed.

[Cripes, I hope not!!] Steve thought as he kept reaching into the pretty woman with his throbbing shaft. [I’m the guy that did that, too!]

As the two groaned their passions to each other, Steve could feel his impending explosion on the horizon. He would blow a heavy load deep into the pregnant milf, and that would finish her sessions with him for the week. As he focussed on the feeling of Sofia’s hot, moist ripples of flesh, suctioning his rigid shaft, the pair suddenly heard the apartment’s front door open!!

“Ayy, Dios!” Sofia whispered. “we have to…huff…huff…huff…stop!” Steve kept pumping, so lost in the thrall of inseminating the lovely Latina under him that he almost didn’t care if they got caught. The last few, strong pumps that rocked Sofia’s body felt like they took forever. Panicked, she looked up at Steve, imploring him with her expression to finish off and get off her.

“I’m…I’m right there…” Steve hissed, panting away and hammering himself into the prostrate woman. The thought of Sofia’s husband Francisco or their daughter Veronica walking in and finding Steve busting a load inside their wife and mother was too much for him. The cloying heat rose in his loins and boiled up, through his connection to the panting woman underneath him…

“Hrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!” Steve quietly bit off his climax, as his seed erupted deep in Sofia’s gripping tunnel, his ass cheeks clenching as he pumped Sofia full, then took a deep breath as he began to relax. “Whoooffff…”

Hurriedly, Steve rose up off Francisco’s impregnated wife and pulled out of her, a long line of semen stretching between them, before snapping off and sticking to the bed underneath the pair. Steve hastily yanked up his pants, backing away from the panting woman, while Sofia struggled to a standing position, helped up by a reaching hand from Steve, and quickly lowered her dress and straightened her strapless summer top, popping the fabric back over her breasts. As the two finished straightening themselves out, 20 year old Veronica swayed into the bedroom, her own pregnant belly leading the way. Steve feigned a conversation-in-progress to help hide the powerful fucking Veronica’s dizzy-and-winded-looking mother had just been subjected to.

“…So yeah, Mrs. De Alonso, it looks like these mouldings will be easy to replace. I think I have the supplies in the basement’s storage,” he droned.

“Ahh! Mami! And…Steve?” Veronica asked, confused by the presence of the man who she too was secretly fucking.

“Ahola, honey,” Sofia smiled at her daughter. “Si, Steve here is fixing the cracked moulding in this ceiling. I’m sick of crushing the spiders that seem to crawl out of there…I thought you were going out with Serena?”

“Ahh, ok,” Veronica nodded, buying into the ruse. “No, Serena had to go…”

Steve scooped up his toolbox and headed to the front door, smiling and waving to Sofia, and leaving her with his hot load swimming up into her midsection. Veronica followed him that far, whispering, “I’m coming over for a session tomorrow, right?”

Steve nodded and winked at her before seeing himself out. In the hallway, he stretched his back and sighed. Amazing was the feeling after emptying oneself inside a beautiful woman, he thought to himself. But that was too close, almost getting caught! He shuddered, partly from the feeling of having his balls drained, and partly at the thought of what would have happened if Veronica had busted him fucking her mother on the marital bed! [Ahh well,] he thought. [I’ll give Veronica a good seeing-to tomorrow…]

Ana Vasileva slammed the door to her apartment, startling her husband Viktor, who was on the couch as usual, a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching TV.

“Ah, Ana, how did it go at the doctor’s office?” he asked in the couple’s native Russian. [Not good, I think] he thought to himself.

“What do you think!?” Ana asked her husband, irritated. “Nothing again. That home pregnancy test was a false positive. Doctor showed I’m not pregnant.”

“Der’mo.” Viktor cursed. “Why can’t you get pregnant?” he asked his wife, and immediately after realized it was exactly the wrong thing to say.

“Who says it is ME!!” Ana raged. “Maybe you can’t do the job! Maybe you need to stop drinking too much of that garbage and get healthier!”

“Whiskey is not the problem…” Viktor insisted. “We promised our families a baby by the New Year. I don’t know why, but your father insists on us having a baby or else we don’t get much of his money from his will. Most of the money will go to your sister Katerina…”

“I know, I know…” Ana growled. “Katerina and her 5 kids…My father says “no kids, no need for money…” gaaahhh! Next week is my week to be most fertile.” Ana went on. “You’d better get healthy enough to put a baby in me…” Ana flounced down beside her husband on the couch and watched TV for a while. “And one more thing…that kitchen sink is still leaking under the pipes like crazy…get the landlord up here to fix it…” she ordered Viktor. She had been running around all over town doing errands, and was soon napping, her long blond hair cascading down the sofa’s cushions, dreaming of a little bundle of joy that she hoped would give her life more meaning.

Suddenly, Ana detected motion in front of her, and she snapped awake. Her eyes slowly began to focus on an object held dangling in front of her face. Viktor was standing over her, holding a small box over her head. Ana reached up to grab it, but Viktor quickly moved it higher, foiling her frustrated attempt to grab it.

“Jeezus, Victor, what the fuck are you doing!!??” Ana snapped, “how long have you been standing over me? Shit, that’s creepy! What the fuck are you holding??!!”

“Ah-ah-ahhh,” Victor taunted his wife. “Beg like a khoroshiy pes, a good doggie! You get this when I say! It’s another home pregnancy test, but this one is supposed to be more accurate,” he went on. “It cost a bit more, which is a problem, since our money is getting low, and your father won’t let us in on his will…”

“You hold a pregnancy test over my face!! And want me to what, beg like a dog?” Ana cried. “You asshole! What the fuck!! I told you, next week, when I’m very fertile, you get healthy and do the job!! Go for a jog or something!!”

Neighbours could hear the couple argue on and off throughout the evening.

The next day, Steve was on a step-ladder, changing the fluorescent light bulbs in the entrance corridor on the main floor, and Ana, still irritated by her latest argument with Viktor, slammed the door on her way in.

“Whoa there, Mrs. Vasileva! You might want to leave some of the door intact to help keep out the non-residents!” he joked.

“Vaht?” Ana drawled in her Russian accent, giving Steve a puzzled look.

“Oh nothing, I’m just joking around,” Steve smiled at her. “You seem mad, is everything ok?”

“Is…” Ana started, “…is nothink. Umm…zat sink still leaking. You can come and fix it? And…maybe…is ok if vee be a little late vith rent zis month?”

“Ummm…well, maybe…why? Times are tough?” He asked her, letting his eyes roam over her slim, hourglass figure. Her pert breasts stood out a bit, her silky smooth thighs flowed up her long legs.

“Vell, yes a little,” the blond furrowed her brow prettily. “Viktor is, you know, driving trucks? He vill get big job veek after next…Vee…vee are savink up for…um…” her voice dropped low, “Nothink…I should not say…”

“Ahhh,” Steve kept joking, “Saving up for a mansion, huh?”

“Man…vaht?” Ana shrugged, unfamiliar with the jest. “Ahhh…vee…vee are trying for baby. Please, you not say anything…”

“Oh, well, that’s great!” Steve smiled down at her. “Good luck. Oh, and by the way, if money is tight, you know, there might be something I can do to help with that…” Steve had been very reluctant to try to add more participants to the little “club” he had going in his building. He had offered several of the prettier wives in the apartment complex a portion of their family’s rent money back, in exchange for some private adult playtime with him. Some had flat refused, offended at the proposition. Others, like Sofia, had accepted, and started to enjoy a “session” or two per week with their landlord. Steve was seeing enough women that sometimes he found that the sex was becoming a workout! However, Ana’s gorgeous long hair, bright blue eyes and killer figure were teasing him now, especially with her talk of having children.

“Vaht help?” she asked with a smile.

Steve descended the ladder and motioned Ana over to a side hallway, out of view and earshot of anyone who might suddenly burst into the entranceway.

“Well, and I don’t want to make you mad or anything, so if this sounds like something you don’t want, please, don’t worry about it, you can of course say no…” he began carefully.

His slightly bashful demeanour piqued Ana’s curiosity. [This man is a little shy, considerate of the feelings of the person he talks to] Ana thought. [Not like Viktor at all!…]

“Please, Steve…” Ana said, “You just tell me. Vaht do you mean?”

“Well…” the landlord continued, “it might be possible, if you would like a good chunk of your rent money back each month…” he noticed Ana’s eyes light up at the thought. She apparently liked that idea a lot, “…that you might, um…you know, come and see me a time or two a week…and just the two of us, you know, without your husband…we could, um…well, enjoy some playtime with each other, ahh…and give each other some pleasure?”

“Vaht!!” Ana gasped. “You vant to make love!!?? I am married vooman!”

“Of course, of course!” Steve raised his hands as if warding off a bad idea. “No pressure, it’s just an offer. It would be, you know, just private, for us two, no one would know…”

“Ahh…ahh…” Ana stammered, unsure of how to take it. “I no sink so…husband vood kill me, and you…vaht if I found Viktor fuckingk ozzer vooman!!?? Would be bad…no…I no sink so…” Ana looked aghast at Steve’s suggestion.

“No problem, it’s ok, forget I said anything. Please, don’t worry about it…” Steve assured her, moving back to the ladder to finish his job. “I’ll come up and take it to that sink soon…have a good one!!”

“Haf…a good vun?” Ana repeated, and started to walk towards the elevator. Her head was swimming. What would happen if she took Steve’s offer? Could she even do that with another man? She and Viktor had their problems, of course, but…maybe the problem was that Viktor’s sperm were weak?? What if Steve could…NO! She couldn’t actually consider going down this path, could she? Of course not, she was no slut! How much money would Steve discount her on her rent, anyway?…NO! Stop this, she told herself, tapping the elevator button for her floor. How would she organize it so that she wouldn’t get caught seeing Steve?…? NO!…

Friday afternoon came with the same summer heat that had settled around the city for the last couple of weeks.

“Glllooorrrrfff…gluuurrkk…gluurrrrk…glurrrrk…,” came the sounds from Susie Xiao’s throat.

“Oooohhh, gawd, honey, your throat feels like a set of magic hands massaging me to heaven!” Steve cooed at the pretty Asian mom and wife.

Susie was laid out on Steve’s bed, flat on her stomach, her head cranked back far enough to be able to accept Steve’s pulsing shaft being pumped hard, deep into her throat. She had dropped by this weekend to visit her daughter and her daughter’s friend, newly moved in to a unit on the sixth floor, and to pay the month’s rent. Part of that rent was now back in Susie’s purse, and Susie was enjoying the fawning attention she derived from her secret visits with Steve.

For his part, Steve was standing at the side of his bed, his pants strewn all over the floor, and he was busy pumping hard, throat-fucking the beautiful, long-dark-haired, lusty woman. Susie was a sucker for the body-worship Steve was lavishing on her as he held her down by the shoulders and drove himself deep into her suctioning throat.

“Uuuuuhhhh, gawd, baby, your mouth feels like it’s sending 1,000 volts of power through my cock!! You’re sucking the life-force outta me…ooohhhh…you’re sucking my soul out through my cock…uuuhhhh…I can’t control myself when you’ve got me in you…” On it went, as Steve gyrated in front of the woman, as she gasped and smiled around his jack-hammering.

Finally, feeling his impending explosion, Steve pulled his hands back to hold the prostrate woman’s head in place as he gave her throat a few final, powerful drives, keeping up the inane compliments for the woman on her belly. As his hot life force boiled up through his shaft, he bucked hard, and shot like a cannon deep into Susie’s esophagus.

“GGGGGLLLLLLRRRRRRPPPPP…” As Susie struggled to swallow the heavy, slick load that Steve was pumping into her throat, she writhed on the bed as thin streams of semen leaked out of the corners of her mouth.

“UUurrrrrggggg…” Steve gasped as his load petered out, as he jetted the last few blasts into Susie’s pretty face. The sounds of struggled gulping and heavy breathing filled the room, and Steve pulled out. He sat down solidly beside the still-laid out Susie, as she rose on all fours, gulping and gasping as Steve’s load slid into her belly.

“Ooohhh…that…that was hard, but you did good…I might need a throat lozenge after that…” Susie smiled up at Steve, her chin shining with his seed.

“Me? Lordy, honey…” Steve smiled at her. “You could drain Lake Erie and make North America shudder…” Steve knew his compliments were silly, but they seemed to have the effect that Susie was looking for.

“Oh…?” She asked playfully, wiping her face with a tissue. “And what about my face? What about my face when I’m blowing you?”

“Ohh, jeez hon, you’re like an angel of God breathing life into me…”

Susie looked elated with Steve’s response to her performance. The two dressed, and Susie moved to Steve’s front door. “I’ve gotta get back up there…” she said. “My husband is picking the girls and me up in 20 minutes and we’re going to dinner. Next time I’ll have more time to get fully naked and have you fuck me proper. Maybe I’ll ride you like a roller coaster, or maybe I’ll have you bend me over that sofa of yours. I’ll see how I feel…”

Five minutes later back up in the girl’s apartment, Susie opened the door for her husband.

“Hi, honey,” Susie greeted her husband.

“Hey there, beautiful,” her husband responded, taking Susie up in a hug and planting a deep kiss on her.

“Ahhhh, mom! Dad!” Jia Li cried, ewww! Take it somewhere else!”

“Gaaah!” Mr. Xiao gasped, pulling away from his wife. “What have you been drinking, bleach?”

“Oh, no,” Susie responded, “That landlord just gave me a shot of this horrible European liquor he was drinking when I dropped off the rent…you know, I told him the girls just started their Honours programs so he gave it to me as congratulations I suppose, he was having a glass anyway…I guess you’re driving!” She winked at him.

The following night was Saturday, and instead of enjoying a thriving social life, Steve was tinkering under the kitchen sink in the Vasileva’s unit. Viktor and Ana were watching TV on their couch, while Steve installed the new drainpipe.

“Hey…” Viktor called out to Steve, “You fix good. Vee pay enough rent here…vee need good place, not shithole you sell us…”

[What a dick…] Steve thought. However, playing nice, he responded, “No worries, this pipe is one of the new types, this’ll last longer than the rest of the building…”

Viktor walked into the kitchen, intending to pour himself yet another glass of whiskey while Steve was on his back under the sink.

“Hey,” Steve asked, “Can you pass me that wrench I’ve got on the counter?”

Viktor picked up the wrench and held it just out of Steve’s reach.

“Here…” Viktor teased, dangling the wrench as he had the pregnancy test over his wife’s face. “You beg like doggie, you get this when I say…”

[Asshole has been pounding that whiskey back hard…] it occurred to Steve. Viktor suddenly dumped the dregs of his glass down the kitchen sink before Steve had had the chance to tighten the new pipe, and the mixture drizzled all over his chest. [Fuck you!] he thought. He heard Ana’s voice cut in from the living room in Russian. Ana knew Steve couldn’t understand her…

“Stop bothering him and come back! And stop drinking so much, don’t forget, this is my most fertile night. Forget that whiskey and let’s get ready to have some fun…”

“Ahhhh…I’m coming…” the wasted husband drawled. He went over to keep watching the rest of whatever the couple enjoyed viewing.

About 20 minutes later, Steve was just finishing up the job, when he heard a quiet crying coming from the living room. Glancing over, he saw Ana sitting up, curled over slightly and holding a tissue to her face. Viktor was passed out beside her, completely unconscious, his empty whiskey glass on the small table beside him. Steve padded over quietly.

“Hey, Ana, is everything ok?” he whispered.

Sniffling, Ana looked up at him. “No…is not ok…Viktor…Viktor knew I stayed in tonight instead of going out to sister’s house to…just to do something he and I…”

“Ohhhh…I see…that sucks!” Steve comforted her. Remembering that Ana confided to him that she and Viktor were trying for a baby, it wasn’t hard to guess what Ana had wanted done that night. “Wow, that’s too bad. Get drunk, or be with a total goddess…I know which one I’d choose!”

“Is…” Ana sniffed, “is right day for me to…” She trailed off. Frustration, anger, and resentment boiled over inside Ana and something snapped. She had been thinking long and hard about something. Something risky.

“I…” she whispered up to Steve, “I take your help now. Tomorrow I come and get some rent money back. But tonight, I vant ozzair help you said…”

“Oh! Well, um, ok, that works Ana…” Steve feasted his eyes on the beautiful blond’s tight t-shirt and short skirt. “Um…would you like to come down to my apartment?”

“No!” Ana hissed. “No…I stay in tonight for zis man…” she gestured at her comatose husband, “so I stay in here. You…you come over here…”

Steve was shocked. Was the woman suggesting what he thought she was? Did she want to start her sessions with Steve IN THE APARTMENT while her husband slept beside them?

“Um…we…we can’t do this HERE!!?” he gasped.

“Don’t vorry, ven husband goes out drunk on viskey, nothink vakes him up for few hours. Earthquake could happen here and he vould still sleep…” Ana gestured him closer.

Reluctantly, Steve approached her. Ana suddenly slipped to her knees on the carpet in front of him, and traced her hands up his thighs. Looking up at Steve’s face, she gently slipped Steve’s track pants and underwear down to his knees, freeing his slightly-awake shaft. Steve, very concerned about Viktor, looked over at the man, but he was motionless, breathing deeply and softly snoring. Suddenly, Steve felt a hot wetness engulf his hardening pole, and snapped his gaze down to Ana, who had sucked him into her mouth! Still looking up at Steve, she began to rhythmically bob her head up and down, coating Steve with slick saliva and firing the tender nerve endings around the head of his cock!

“Ohhh…mmmmmm” Steve softly moaned, tracing his own fingers around the delicate features of Ana’s face and ears, bringing his hands around to collect her long, swaying hair and ran his hands through it. One hand came to rest carefully on the top of her head, following the bobbing movements as Ana increased her suction to prepare the man for his task.

“Thhhhkkkk… thhhhkkkk… thhhhkkkk… thhhhkkkk,” Ana’s focussed sucking was pulling enough blood into Steve’s shaft that it became completely engorged, feeling like a diamond baseball bat. “Uuuhhhhh…” he groaned.

“Hu…honey…” he whispered to the beauty on the floor, “I’m gonna, you know, cum in your mouth in a few minutes…this feels amazing…”

Ana popped off Steve with a start.

“No!” She hissed vehemently, “not…not in mouth. You come…you come here, you sit on sofa here” she whispered, indicating the now-empty spot where she had been sitting.

“Are you crazy!!??” Steve asked her, “right beside him!! No way!! Shouldn’t we at least go into another room or something!!??”

“You stop…he…he vill not vake up…” She urged. She grabbed Steve by his shirt and pulled a little, turning him around and softly pushed him down to a seated position. Viktor snored away half a yard from him. [This can’t be happening right here…] Steve fretted.

Ana pulled her t-shirt over her head and it dropped to the sofa seat beside Steve, on the opposite side as her slumbering husband. She hadn’t been wearing a bra; and her firm breasts jiggled as they were released from their casing. Keeping her short skirt on, she shimmied her lacy white panties down her supple thighs, then down her calves, and neatly stepped out of them. Hurriedly scooping her panties up, she tossed them onto her t-shirt. Steve, marvelling at the gorgeous woman’s pert breasts, now inches from his face, actually winced when she placed a knee beside his hip, followed by the other knee on his other side. Ana now straddled Steve’s lap, facing him, and she placed the palms of her hands on his chest.

“Vee…vee vill be quiet,” Ana soothed him. “Sofa is hardt…”

“But, he’ll…he’ll feel the movement, or hear the sound,” Steve mouthed almost silently.

“I tell you,” Ana smiled, “Ven he is drunk he does NOT vake up!” She almost shouted the word ‘not,’ and Steve looked over at her husband in horror. Sure enough, he was still oblivious to what was happening beside him. Ana reached down with her right hand and found Steve’s softening pole. It had lost a bit of its steam with the fright. Ana *tsked*, smiled, and started to rub the head of Steve’s shaft along the moist crease between her thighs, under her skirt. Steve noticed her trim belly and forgot all about Viktor for the time being. He briefly flipped up part of Ana’s skirt to admire her shaved, flat lower abdomen and the snug lips that gently held the tip of his member.

The hot sensation of being so close to the Russian goddess caused Steve’s cock to flare up again, and it began to reach for the woman’s honeyed cleft. Ana, looking over at Viktor as if to say “watch this, asshole,” rose up on her knees, balancing herself on Steve’s shoulder with her left hand, and used her right hand to prop Steve’s pole into position. At the apex of her lift, Ana nestled Steve’s tip in the warm folds of her softest places, and then, moving both hands to Steve’s shoulders, slowly lowered herself down his length.

A humid heat engulfed Steve as he felt like he was being pulled into the woman’s body, heart and soul. Ana leaned her head back and whimpered a cute little “Ummmmmm” as she slowly slid down, savouring the feeling of Steve’s girth opening her folds and pushing the sensitive surfaces of her insides further and further apart. She gave a little shudder when she had fully alighted on Steve’s thighs. With Steve buried to the hilt in Ana’s body, the pair both glanced at Viktor, still unmoving beside them, and then slowly, Ana began to move.

She avoided powerful rising and dropping motions to mute the feeling of their movements through the sofa cushions. Instead, she slowly undulated her hips, twisting them forwards and then scooping them back. The movements began to massage Steve’s rock-hard pole and caused it to be gently pulled forward and back. Each time Ana slid forward, he felt himself probe deep and hard into the woman’s depths, and when she scooped back, he could feel the sensitive ridges of his tip’s head scrape the soft folds of Ana’s insides, giving causing her to keep shuddering as she rode him. Her forearms rested on his shoulders, and Steve slowly repeated running his fingers up her muscular, bare back, under her arms and then around her hardening breasts. Ana gave up soft coos and murmurs to Steve’s touches, the touches both inside her body and out, and began gently arching her back into the rhythm of her undulations. As she arched her back, Steve couldn’t help but to take a sharp, solid nipple gently into his mouth, teasing it with his warm tongue, drawing circles around the heaving woman’s dark areole. Taking his time switching from breast to breast caused Ana to start thrashing her head from side to side. She was biting off gasps as her long, blond hair started to swish around behind her. The pair often cast apprehensive glances at Viktor, but he still seemed oblivious and deep in the throes of a drunken slumber.

[Ohhh, gawd, she’s soooo good!] Steve agonized. [What the hell do I do if this lout snorts himself awake? Maybe I’ll have to push her off me and try to make like we weren’t fucking somehow. Maybe I’ll have to say I just took advantage of her and it was a mistake? Yeah, right. He’d shoot me. I…I can’t stop this though. Shit, she feels soooo good, if he woke up I might just keep on fucking her!]

Steve’s hardness was hitting an extremely sensitive spot deep inside Ana. Instead of shying away from it, Ana, going into a heat, instead sought it out, grinding her hips so that Steve’s tip repeatedly rammed across that spot. Each time she pushed her hips forward, an electric jolt lanced through her body, and her breath began to catch. She started to gasp helplessly as her undulating dance became faster and faster.

Steve was worried that Ana’s harsher twisting would wake her husband, even if she didn’t seem to be concerned about it. Each time Ana tilted her hips forward, Steve would try to scoot his butt back into the sofa a little, to lessen the impact their hips were making. Ana, frustrated at the lessening of her coveted electric jolts, *tsked* again and grabbed Steve’s head with both hands while she rode him, forcing him to stare into her eyes.

“He no vake up!!” she hissed quietly, pumping herself into him with increasing ardour.

Steve resigned himself to his death and massaged Ana’s taught, hourglass waist as she writhed on top of him. He started to probe deeper into her on her uptakes, jamming himself far up into her belly with each poke. Again, Ana’s head lolled back and her eyes clenched shut, both her gasping and her undulating suddenly becoming shorter, staccato nudges. The pitch of her quiet moans grew higher, and Steve, having enough experience at this by now, realized what that meant.

[Holy shit, she’s gonna go!] he thought frantically. [She’s gonna go off like a banshee and wake up her fucking husband! He’s gonna see me buried to the hilt in his wife! What the fuck do I do!!???] As Ana began to quiver uncontrollably on Steve’s lap, his hand dropped to his side and came to rest on the woman’s panties. Quickly grabbing them, he reached up and stuffed them right into Ana’s panting, gasping mouth! Her eyes snapped open, but it seemed that she was taken by surprise at the suddenness and intensity of her own orgasm as it cascaded through her body. Her thin eyebrows rose high in surprise, and she seemed afraid for the first time that she might howl her release and finally wake Viktor up.

With Ana now desperately pumping into him, Steve gently clutched at her chin, closing Ana’s mouth around her wadded panties! As bits of white lace hung out of her clenched teeth, Steve felt Ana’s body begin to shiver and shake uncontrollably. Her teeth clenched and her head reared back, Ana rode out her explosive orgasm with Steve holding her mouth shut with one hand and clenching at her waist with the other. The rocking woman quaked and shuddered, biting off her scream into her panties, her teeth clenching the soft fabric, which absorbed most of the wailing as the electricity coursed along her body’s nervous system.

“H-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n!” Her head shook from side to side and a few tears ran down the sides of her face. The hot gush of her juices ran across Steve’s thighs as the lovely woman stopped her bucking to grind herself down on him. Viktor softly snored beside them. Gradually, finally, her uncontrolled, jerky writhing slowed, and she collapsed forward onto Steve, wrapping her arms around his neck and sniffing deeply to get air into her lungs around the underwear still clenched in her teeth.

[Dear lord, that was the hardest I’ve ever seen a woman come] Steve thought, giving Viktor another worried glance. Despite having another man just peak his wife over right beside him, he still softly snored.

Slowly, Ana reached up to extract her panties from her mouth. “Uufff…” She moaned. “I come…hardt…” She sat up and felt Steve’s hardness inside her, he was still at full mast, and she realized that he had not given up his coveted seed into her yet. Slowly, Ana rose up off of Steve, planted her feet on the ground and rolled up to a standing position. She arched her back and stretched her arms above her head like a satisfied feline, one more aftershock of a shiver running through her. Steve sat there again feasting his eyes on her topless body, unsure of what to do, and glanced at the woman’s sleeping husband. Ana pulled Steve to a standing position by his hands. Steve thought he couldn’t be any more shocked by what they had done so close to Viktor. He was wrong.

Ana took a quiet step to the side and ended up standing right in front of her husband. Slowly, gently, she placed her hands on the sofa, one on either side of Viktor’s thighs, her face a mere two feet from Viktor’s, and bent over low, arching her back and presenting her ass! Steve’s mouth dropped open. Ana glanced at him and, with a sly grin, gestured with her head for him to get behind her. Steve shook his head at her. Ana, frustrated, playfully glared at him and gritted her teeth for a moment to urge him on.

[Is she fucking serious!!??] Steve thought. [Hooooo boy, ok…I’m going to die tonight.]

Steve stepped over to take position behind the pretty Russian, and reverently brushed his fingertips down her narrow waist and over her tight ass. [Gawd, she’s hot…]

He positioned his shaft to again invade his tenant’s wife, and slowly pushed himself inside her again.

As he moved deeper into her, she clutched at the sofa cushions on either side of Viktor’s legs. And exhaled a quiet “Hoooofff..”

Bent over, Ana felt snug and tight around Steve’s cock. She angled her upper body downwards and looked directly into Viktor’s face. Steve latched onto her, one hand on a tight hip and the other on a firm shoulder, and began to pump strongly into her. Since their combined weight was no longer on the sofa, sinking into the cushions, Viktor wouldn’t feel them fucking, Steve deduced. Only Ana’s hands were on the sofa, leaning her upper body’s weight on the cushions, but Steve felt better railing the woman from this position, despite the fact that they were actually closer to Viktor now. As Steve increased the pace of his thrusting, Ana’s face was pushed back and forth into Viktor’s face, separated by only a foot of space! The landlord made sure to keep checking Viktor closely as he lanced into the man’s wife, dividing his gaze between Ana’s husband and her tight, pert ass as it bounced off Steve’s thighs. If Viktor started to move, Steve would quickly pull out and hike up his track pants…

As she was being taken and claimed, Ana remembered the pregnancy test Viktor had held above her sleepy face.

[You…ooof…ooof…you beg like a doggy now?] She thought.

As for Steve’s memory, he recalled Viktor teasing him with his wrench a mere hour ago, and Viktor dumping his drink on Steve through the leaky sink.

[Who’s…who’s begging for a doggy bone NOW, asshole?] he thought. [who’s gonna get a soaking of liquid all up inside them? Enjoy…enjoy raising my kid…]. The hot, soaking feeling of Ana’s tight tunnel grasping the sensitive areas of Steve’s shaft caused him to explore deeply her inner folds. He held her upper body down at the small of her back and shoulder and lurched harder into her, probing as far into her as he could…

SLAP came the sound of Steve’s hips bouncing off Ana’s ass as he rammed her deep.

“Uuuuffff…” Ana softly moaned in response.

Soft SLAP, SLAP SLAP sounds filled the room as Steve powerfully drove himself again and again into the blond, her muted “Uff…uff…uff…” panting accompanying her hands squeezing the sofa cushions on each side of her passed-out husband’s thighs. Ana had little choice but to hold on for the ride as her upper body rocked back and forth, her long blond hair swaying below her head and threatening to brush her husband’s lap, her face repeatedly pushed back and forth inches away from her husband’s.

Losing himself in the motions, in the tight, slick hotness gripping his shaft, and in the sexy tight blond body bent over for him, Steve reached up with one hand to grab a fistful of Ana’s long blond tresses, his other hand pulling her hip. He gently pulled back on Ana’s hair, thrusting yet harder, causing Ana’s head to rear up and threaten to hit her husband’s forehead with her chin.

“Huuffff…hhhfff…hhhhffff…” she quietly hissed.

“What kind of…what kind of kid would you like, I’ll try my best!!” Steve jokingly whispered, still afraid of the shitstorm that would follow if Viktor woke up and found his wife being skewered above him.

.”Unnnn…quiet! You just cum in me…I…I just vant baby…” Ana hissed back.

Ana started bucking back hard into Steve, seeking to finish him off quickly and collect the bounty of semen she was after. She didn’t count on Steve’s size, however, and jamming her hips back into her landlord resulted in the feeling, deep in her belly, of being penetrated hard, and she gasped in surprise as she felt Steve pushing her insides apart in ways she wasn’t used to.

“Huuuhhhaaaaa!” she quietly panted. Then bucked back hard again. And again.

For Steve’s part, he was happy to clutch the beautiful blond’s hip-and-hair, pulling her harder onto his probing shaft and exploring the depths of her insides. He prodded far into the woman with scooping thrusts, each push gently lifting Ana’s hips and back up, before they dropped back down with Steve’s withdrawls.

Losing himself in the quiet but forceful pumping, Steve could feel Ana’s soft, warm and slick ripples of flesh with his sensitive shaft-head. He could feel the pooling moisture at the end of her tunnel, his tip dipping into it as it kissed the folds of her cervix. He could feel the heat rise in his loins and knew that he was losing control of his biology. The molten life boiled up almost angrily inside him, collecting itself to be fired forth on its mission. As the daring woman softly gasped to his thrusting, he pulled back on her hip and hair to help compensate for the gigantic buck with which he shoved into her, lurching her forward and launching him into the clenching cadence of emptying his seed into her rocking body.

“Hrrrrrrnnnnnn…” Steve peaked hard, but bit down on his orgasmic grunt to stifle the sound as he erupted seed from the deepest reaches of his loins and jet it forth into the prone woman he clutched in front of him. A hot, wet infusion suddenly bloomed strongly in Ana’s belly as a thick, heavy bar of semen filled her insides, running upwards into her body, following the pull of gravity as the woman again angled her upper body down, her head lower than her hips. As he was coupling with the supine Viktor’s wife, Steve shoved himself so hard into the hot Russian, letting loose everything he had, that Ana was thrust forward, almost colliding with her unconscious husband’s face! Ana’s nose stopped mere inches away from Viktor’s and she quietly gasped, as Steve pumped hard and then pulled back on the man’s wife, causing her long blond hair to again rock and sway over her husband’s lap. Steve’s molten seed started seeping into her nooks and crannies.

“Unnnnnnn…” Steve gently moaned, pushing back on Ana’s ass to extract himself from the heavily-seeded woman. He felt completely emptied, satisfied, and tired! Suddenly he remembered the drunk husband. Looking over, Viktor gave a quiet grunt, shimmied a bit, and rested again, maintaining his deep breathing, oblivious to the fact that his wife had just been inseminated atop him.