Anya and Maxim
— Hi, Andrey. It's Maxim, Nastya's husband. She said you're good with electronics, your wife told her you're savvy and could help...
— Hi, well, Olesya knows I'm lazy and don't really like running around on vacation... Alright, since they've already ratted me out, what's the specific question?
— Well, it's the washing machine, it's acting up, doesn't want to work, and Nastya is nagging me to either fix this one or buy a new one... Maybe you could take a look? I'll pay if needed, otherwise I'll go get a new one...
— Why not take it to a service center? They'll fix it for sure...
-Yeah, they'll quote a price where it'll be easier to just buy a new one
than to repair it.— Alright, I get it. Send me the address, I'll come take a look... Olesya, making me work for nothing...
— Sending it now, waiting.
….
— Little fox, hello, what kind of setup is this from you?
— What are you talking about, Andryusha? I don't understand...
— I'm talking about Nastya and Maxim's washing machine... Why did you tell them I could look at it and fix it? Driving to barely known people on vacation to fix something...
— Well, I don't know the husband, but Nastya is a very good friend of mine, so please take a look, and I'll play with your ass with my tongue and cock! Okay?
— Wow, how quickly you agree to do what you refused me yesterday... You know how to persuade, alright, I'll take a look, but I'm not promising anything...
— Hooray! Thanks, Anyutka... Just make sure your ass is ready for play, put in the plug with the stockings and thong now... And send a photo, I'll be setting up my imagination looking at the pics and tonight I'll just rape your pussy...
— Wow, you're such a pervert, alright, I'll do everything now, send it, and go check the machine quickly... And then home...
— Come on, do it, your hole isn't going anywhere. We'll sit with Nastya for now, have some wine, and you come over when you're done...
— Okay... So you wives are just drinking wine, and we husbands will be fixing the machine...
-Come on, take some beer or whiskey while you're fixing it, have a drink...
— Alright, I'm off...
Hanging up the phone, Andrey went to the bathroom to clean his pussy and insert the plug inside... The stream of water pleasantly hit inside the anal passage, creating pressure in his stomach. Enduring the maximum possible pressure, he felt pleasure. As soon as he couldn't bear it anymore, he let everything out... Repeating this process for about twenty minutes and checking his pussy for cleanliness and smell, he carefully inserted a large-sized plug inside himself... Yes, the pressure was inside, a good, pleasant sensation. Satisfied that everything was good, he put on stockings with a garter belt, then a thong with a cutout on the ass over them. His cock was hidden in the chastity cage, and he placed the key on the shelf... Andrey set his phone camera on timer and burst mode, started posing in front of the phone: on his back, doggy style, on his knees, spreading his legs wide... Choosing the nice photos, he sent them to Olesya... He put on socks and briefs over the stockings and thong. Pulled on jeans and a T-shirt with a sweater, checked in the mirror that nothing was visible... Perfect!
— Oh, you're my favorite slut, so sexy, I'd fuck you right now," reading the message from his wife, he smiled... "Yes, I am..." "Watch out there, don't fall asleep, or they'll fuck you in the hole, heh-heh-heh." "Alright, go take a bath, I've left.
The taxi stopped near the apartment building. Thanking the driver, Andrey got out and walked to the needed entrance. "Hmm, it was hard to ride with a plug in my pussy and be afraid the driver understood everything and would say 'let me fuck you quick'." Dialing the apartment number on the intercom, he waited for an answer...
— Anyuta?
— What? No, Andrey, Olesya's husband... "What the hell, he asked for some Anyuta?"
— Oh, Andrey, come in...
Riding the elevator to the needed floor... "What the hell, what Anyuta? He's not talking about me, is he? He definitely can't know about this..."
— Come in, I'm Maxim, — a guy around 35 extended his hand to shake. A sturdy guy, a bit taller than 1.8m, broad-shouldered, probably into sports... I don't like guys like that, feeling small next to them.
— Andrey, — shook his hand in return...
— Sorry about the Anyuta thing, my sister was supposed to drop by to pick up her documents, so I thought it was her...
— It's fine, it was funny, — "Phew, damn, I was so tense," — well, where's the patient? Show me, let's have a look.
It's in the bathroom, won't turn on at all.
Taking off his sneakers, Andrey went to the bathroom, placed his backpack nearby. "Alright, let's see what's wrong with you?" Unplugging it, Andrey removed the back panel of the machine and looked inside...
— Anyuta, what will you drink? I have beer and whiskey...
— What the hell?!!! What is he talking about?
Then Maxim appeared in the doorway, holding a phone to his ear from which a female voice could be heard...
— No, no wine. I said only beer or whiskey, if you want wine, buy it yourself, and anyway, we're fixing a washing machine here, so you're distracting. What, you're not coming? Okay, pick up your documents tomorrow morning, bye.
— Damn, I'm all shaky, probably because of the plug and stockings with panties inside me, and I feel like I've been exposed. Damn, I'll do this quickly and get the hell home.
— Damn, that Anka is such a fool, says she'll come, then she won't, you can never understand these women, right?
— Happens, I agree...
— So, how's the washing machine, alive?
— Let's see, I'll tell you...
— Okay, not disturbing, I'll go to the kitchen, slice up some snacks...
Andrey delved into examining the machine... "Damn, I think my pussy is leaking, from every mention of the name Anyuta." Disassembling the wires, Andrey saw that two wires were burnt out and dangling loose... Digging around, he found which wire went where and where the short circuit came from... Andrey had to get on all fours to reach deep into the machine, causing his T-shirt to ride up slightly and his jeans to pull down... He had to stay in that position for about ten minutes, connecting everything and reattaching it... "Damn, it's so quiet, can't hear Maxim in the kitchen, why is he so quiet? Feels like someone is staring at me... Damn, God forbid he's standing behind me and sees the garter belt from the stockings and panties..." His hand jerked to his back to pull down his T-shirt... He quickly looked back, as if someone had jerked away. Looking back, Andrey saw no one... "Damn, was I imagining it? Hope so..." Then the phone rang...
— Yes, my girl, everything's fine, gonna try turning it on now, hope nothing else burned out, otherwise I'll have to dig deeper... How are you guys? What do you mean having fun?... Ahhh, well, don't overdo it, or you won't be able to pay me back... Alright, talk later, I'll text.
— Maxim, let's try turning on the machine, see... Well, great, it turned on, now let's check the modes... If it's okay, then good... Maxim, got anything to wash?
— Well, throw in your jeans and T-shirt, you got them dirty while fiddling... I'll give you some shorts and a T-shirt now, and we'll test how it washes...
Andrey tensed up right away because he was in stockings with garters and a plug, plus the chastity cage. How would he take off his jeans and T-shirt? That would be a total fiasco...
— Noo, it's fine, I'll get home by taxi and throw them in the wash there...
— Suit yourself, — Maxim smirked, — and took off his shorts and threw them into the washer... But the main thing was he wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock, about 19 cm long and quite thick, thicker than Andrey's by about one and a half times, fell out of the shorts... Without much thought, he threw in the T-shirt he was wearing too...
— Sorry, is everything okay? I don't wear underwear at home, it's hot, and if my wife wants it, I'm ready right away... — saying this, he ceremoniously swung his cock... He was only a meter away from Andrey... And his cock was within arm's reach of Andrey... "Damn, what's going on? I can't help but look at it, you jerk, go put something on, you're annoying... Need to get the hell out of here..."
— Listen, do you know which mode to turn on? I've never done laundry, my wife always did everything. Come over, please show me... — Maxim stood sideways near the machine so that his cock was next to the buttons on the washer...
— What difference does it make, any... — Without looking at the machine's switch, Andrey reached out his hand to click on any mode and suddenly felt the head of Maxim's cock press into his palm, and Andrey's hand instinctively grabbed Maxim's cock...
— Damn, what the fuck are you doing?!!! — Andrey shouted, throwing the cock aside...
— Oooh, sorry, unexpected, but your hand is nice... Alright, let's have a drink for the work done, and I'll show you a funny thing on my phone... And don't even think of refusing, or I'll tell your wife 'Andryukha grabbed my cock,' kidding-kidding, alright, come on, I'll grab my shorts in the kitchen too...
Andrey walked as if in a dream. He had just held a man's cock in his hand, a real cock, for a full two seconds... "Fuck, need a drink, or I won't calm down. Have a drink and go home, and tell this idiot he's a moron, even though he has a great cock and a good body, yeah, not a bad cock... Now he'll put on his shorts and hide it... Damn, what's wrong with me? Is it the plug and stockings affecting me? Interesting, his cock is thicker than my plug, and if it entered my hole, it would stretch it even more and fill me completely... And it probably wouldn't fit completely in my mouth... Damn, what's happening? I saw it, touched it, and now I'm leaking... Damn, I'm already referring to myself in the feminine, this is crazy, time to bail."
— Let's have a shot and I'll go... Go home... Tired... Okay?
— Of course, of course, go ahead... Just one question: are you going in those jeans and T-shirt?
— What a stupid question, of course — tossing back the whiskey, Andrey said...
— I wouldn't advise it, — Maxim smiled and stood next to Andrey so that his cock was literally ten centimeters from Andrey's face, — Look here, — and he showed the screen of his phone, where Andrey was on all fours with his T-shirt pulled up and jeans slightly pulled down, clearly showing the panties and the beginning of the cut on his ass, the garter belt from the stockings was visible. It all looked sexy, of course, but it was a total disaster...
— So what? — Andrey asked in a trembling voice, — How does that relate to 'I wouldn't advise it'? Planning to blackmail me?
— No, of course not, Anyuta, I'm not planning to at all. Just look at the next photo, sorry, I couldn't resist and here...
In the next photo, Andrey was in the same pose, only with Maxim's cock in the background of his ass, and cum already on Andrey's ass...
— Sorry, Anyuta, but I got you a little dirty, that's why I offered you to wash up right away..
— What do you mean Anyuta????? Are you crazy, why the hell were you jerking off your tool onto my ass....???
Andrey seemed to suddenly get tired and tossed back more whiskey...
— What, you're standing there with your cock out, waiting for me to start sucking it or something... Put it away, it's already distinguished itself today, stop the machine, I'll have to wash the jeans, alright, the T-shirt is long...
Andrey stood up, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down along with the panties... Took off the socks and stockings, gathered the clothes, turned his back to Maxim, who then saw the plug in Andrey's pussy... Andrey walked to the machine, bent over doggy style, opened the door, and threw his clothes in. Suddenly, Maxim came up from behind and, not letting him straighten up, took his ass in his hands and squeezed it. Maxim's cock started rubbing between Andrey's buttocks, up and down...
— Anyuta, r-r-r r-r-r, what an appetizing ass you have, I just can't resist, — his hand reached towards Anyuta's cock, — oh fuck, you have a lock here, let me see, — and he quickly turned Anyuta to face him and pulled up the T-shirt to look at the small cock hidden in the chastity cage...
— You're just a classy girl, couldn't ask for better, — and he kissed Anyuta's balls...
All this time, Andrey was in a daze. From the moment he saw the photo, he wasn't thinking clearly, and the whiskey on an empty stomach gave a slight intoxication... He didn't understand why the hell he hadn't bailed from here, why he undressed, and why now he wasn't doing anything, not even resisting... Maybe it was because of how he was dressed, plus being exposed, and Max's cock was terrifyingly good—all this was making him somehow weak-willed right now. And he wasn't resisting at all. "Maybe I, myself, want this. I've imagined many times how a real man's cock fucks her pussy, how I suck cock. I've always imagined that when my wife fucks me. STOP."
Anyuta pushed Maxim's head away from her balls; he apparently decided to caress them with his tongue...
— Why the hell are you calling me Anyuta??? Tell me...
— Well, here's the thing. My wife advised me to occasionally call you that in passing, and if something happens, to call her that... That's what she told me... I was really surprised, asked what's up... She just said, think for yourself, and if you see what you sometimes fantasize about, you'll understand... At first, I didn't believe you were such a girl, but when I saw your panties, I believed it and decided I wanted you... So I think your wife told mine something, and she sent you to me and dressed you up... So that's how it is... Don't worry, no one will ever find out about you, I swear...
— Yeah, screw all of you,