The Cheating. BBC Cuckold story. Chapter I - Sex Stories

The Cheating. BBC Cuckold story. Chapter I

... "on parade". Finally, after almost an hour of discussion, it was decided that Lisa, Nastya, and Alina, as another best friend, would wear dresses to the foreigners' meeting to present themselves properly to the suppliers, and then immediately change into home and comfortable clothes. After all, if the meeting lasts only a few minutes, a little inconvenience can be tolerated.

That's what they decided. Arriving at the cottage in a large group, everyone began to get ready for the party, and a few minutes before the supplier arrived, the girls changed and went downstairs, appearing before everyone in beautiful outfits. Alina wore a short black dress with bare shoulders, not perfect, but very figure-accentuating; Nastya was adorned with a light brown fabric dress that ended at the place of the thigh where the flesh-colored stockings began, showing slender legs; Lisa wore a lilac strapless dress that so erotically emphasized her juicy figure with firm breasts that it was almost impossible to look away from the girl.

"Maybe we should all dress like this," Irene, Lisa's husband's older sister, giggled. She hadn't changed yet and felt a little embarrassed in front of all the dressed-up beauties.

"Well, wear what you're going to congratulate me in!" Anastasia winked at Irene and Sonya, Victor's other sister, who had just come down from the second floor. "And we'll take care of our foreigners in the meantime.

"It's a deal!" Irene grabbed Sonya's hand and ran to get ...

... changed.

At that moment, loud music and the sound of a car pulling up in the courtyard could be heard.

"Here they are!" Lisa exclaimed. "I'm a little worried!

"It's okay, we're with you," Alina encouraged her friend. Nastya nodded confidently and slapped Lisa's firm ass:

"Tear them up, girl!"

The foreign suppliers were dark-skinned men who had arrived in a bright yellow Humvee. There were five of them, and as soon as they got out of the car, it became clear that the girls had overdone it with the beautiful clothes. The men were simply dressed in T-shirts, sweatshirts and sweatpants. Looking at them, it was immediately clear that they had come to relax, not to do business. The girls froze awkwardly on the threshold as they watched five men get out of a huge SUV. The foreigners, or rather, as Lisa said, South Africans, were remarkably similar in facial features, differing only in height. They were all athletically built, broad-shouldered, and only one was seriously overweight.

"Hallo, Elizabeth!" the man who represented the supplier for the company Elizabeth worked for raised his hand in greeting. His name was Lamar, and she had always seen him in a formal business suit. Now she appreciated the man's abstractly tattooed and pumped arms peeking out from under his tank top.

"Hallo Lamar! Goed om jou te sien. Dit is my vriende Anastasia en Alina." Lisa spoke fluent African. The girls could see the eyes of all five Africans turn to them, but they could not hear what the ...