Everyone had been calling him Heck for many years – in short from Hector, because he loved and admired Omirov’s character so much. He wanted to be strong and brave like him. And his friends started calling him Hector in jest, and over time the name, unknown how, was shortened to Heck.
Heck had many exciting sexual fantasies. Contrary to his healthy and masculine figure, thanks to regular training in the gym, he wanted to be helpful and caring, but not in the usual way, but with an element of hurt, even a slight humiliation. She was constantly looking for porn on such topics. He liked to groom her, to wear different things to a beautiful lady, to get her shoes and to take off her shoes, to buy her underwear, to walk her dog, to run her laundry… He was doing all this and a whole lot more for her girlfriend – Eliza.
But she realized that things were turning in the other direction when a colleague brought her in one night – he saw them out the window. With a great thrill and a glance, he watched him open the car door, smile at each other. Yes, there was definitely something between them, if not long ago, it has started now. Heck realized he was not jealous. On the contrary – get excited. From the door, he licked her, licked her toes, brought her two powerful orgasms with her fingers and emptied her ass.
Many delicate steps followed on his part, pushing his girlfriend into her colleague. For example, he was telling her that it was better to bring her a man instead of a taxi. Another time he was lying that he had a job to bring.
One night he has a very powerful erotic dream. He had moved so much into the game and his feelings between Eliza and her colleague that it inevitably overflowed in his dream. He saw them knocking on an animal farm – he was crouching between sheep, and her colleague was fucking his girlfriend in the hay. It smelled of feces and human passion – the stench and sight brought him a flush, and he woke up with a painfully tinged cock.
And then he realized that something in him had completely changed, that he was enjoying seeing his lover with another – and that this feeling was greater than normal, and that it brought him to a state of ecstasy.
Now he was starting to feel a little confused. Until now, it was left to the unconscious impulses, intertwined emotions, fantasies, desires, while now it was confronted with reason and with the cunning of the logic to which education, socium, cultural layers were added.
He began to read on the subject. He found so much information that he had calmed down. And he couldn’t stop – his imagination was running at full steam, and the main engine was the idea of watching Eliza knock.
He had to achieve it.
It was not particularly difficult, because on the one hand she loved him and listened to him for everything, and on the other, she was a vain lady and she was particularly interested in the male interest. Heck often deliberately tackled the topic of sexual diversity, that it was normal for a person to have a choice and to take advantage of… that a woman feels beautiful and happy only if she is wanted and not by a single man… that the notion of cheating is so annoying and rubbish – well this is ridiculous, this is an expired topic …
Naturally, these grains deserved their germination, especially in the favorable soil of all circumstances in their lives.
Heck was shuddering at the thought of looking at Elise with another man, but he still didn’t dare admit her, and he hadn’t really experienced it, so it had to happen without her knowledge. Their huge wardrobe in the bedroom somehow naturally invaded his head – the idea was crazy, but too powerful. He had watched porn like that and he liked it a lot. Of course, live performance was risky, complicated and delicate. First – the air. So he had to remove his clothes and hide them in advance. Second – the movements – one could not move and would inevitably grasp. Third – you need a hole to see. He thinks a lot about it. If he only heard, it would be especially perverse, perhaps much more perverse if he could see. But he also wanted to look to make his sense complete and inclusive. There was no way he had to punch a hole in the wardrobe on the same day that the event would happen after she went to work and then close the opening with the cut out. He would then think of explanations for him.
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And now came the right moment – her ovulation was approaching, the period in which she was most excited and adventurous. Heck enchanted her in words that predispose her to free action. And an emergency business trip came up, which he couldn’t cancel. On top of that, she was casually tossed about the danger of getting home by taxi.
Well … the net was thrown into the water.
Almost no sleep with excitement. He has an erotic dream with Eliza and a group of Chinese who drive her in a red cab and a dragon chases them. The Chinese touched and squeezed her, wished to tie her and put a sack on her head, and she groaned, then began to pee and urine flooded the whole car… He woke up excited.
Heck got up, made coffee for the two of them, and got ready to leave. She also got up, got to work, and left, kissing her thirstily before leaving, his fingers squeezing her ass, then touching her in front – her pubic lips moistened, she moaned loudly …
– What are you doing? she asked.
“That’s right,” he smiled at her.
“When you return from a business trip, I want to continue …”
“Yes, you have to go on, I love you nice, honey … you deserve the pleasure …”
It was no accident that he told her that she needed to continue – he wanted to be as sure as possible that his suggestions would produce the right results.
They left. After half an hour, he returned to the apartment and frantically began to act – with a fine tool, he cut a hole in the wardrobe as small as a walnut and clogged it with a circular part, leaving it so that he could then pull it inside. Then he stuffed his clothes in the closet – he was sure she didn’t have a job there. He went inside to feel what it was like. Dark, narrow, and after ten minutes of downtime, slightly suffocating. He inhaled the smell of wood, the perfume of the clothes and his own breath.
The game had started.
He lived out his fantasy, realizing everything pre-conceived with brilliant precision.
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His day was very intense – his hands were sweating, his excitement was huge, he was walking through the rooms, listening to music, digging into the net… he couldn’t find a place, thoughts and desires crashed into him, expectation burned like fire. As the time for Eliza’s arrival approached, the more Heck went mad. What if they didn’t come in ?! If it doesn’t work out as planned ?! No, he was sure.
Something made him look out the window. There they are! His heart was pounding, the whole trembling. Everything was going on like the other times – he came down, opened the door for her, and she allowed a gentle smile to grasp her gentle hand and help her. Yeah, gallant, nice man with dark hair, light skin, well complex. Eliza deserved a good emotion. And the peak moment came – Heck froze and stared. Oh, yes, they both walked to the entrance. Yes! Everything, dreamed, planned, suggested – came true! Heck jumped, swallowed a huge sip of vodka, momentarily flung the glass behind a pot, and rushed to the wardrobe. Foreseeably he was in boxers and a T-shirt, quickly removed his boxers and walked in. Slowly and coolly, he closed the door – the cut part had been pushed inward so that it could snap slightly and be able to pull it in one go and have visibility. He settled very carefully, closed the door, sat down in Turkish, calm his breathing, and waited. His heart pounded hard when he heard the lock and slammed into his chest, listening to their footsteps, their speech, their laughter. She was pleased to find that Eliza was calm and joyful. They went to people, heard the opening of a bottle, the hammering of glasses, the conversation between happy excited people eager to be fucked. There was silence. Heck sweated – he knew they were kissing right now. The whole was vibrating in anticipation of the huge event, his longing for so long! He waited, breathing heavily, trembling and gasping for breath. It was as if time had stopped. But here are the steps. Freeze. He could hear the clanging sounds of their tongues and lips, gently knitting nets – the beautiful pearl nets of the kiss. Eliza groaned beautifully. The sound of their bodies pervading the bedroom inspired Heck’s courage to proceed to the main action – with one movement he removed the circular part and his thirsty eye stared at the bedroom. His frozen body was violently striking in the contrast of his furious pounding heart – his beloved was lying with her thighs open and her colleague had buried her head there and was thirstily saturating on the lovely pubic lips and clitoris, on the succulents, a gift from the vagina.
Heck felt pain in his testicles, his cock becoming a stone for a moment. He was so hot and stuffy, sweat blew on his forehead – the view sent him somewhere! He grabbed his cock with his right hand and slowly stroked it, and at the same time the 69-position in the pose of both of them worked terribly, the whole trembled. He could see Elisa sucking on a colleague’s cock, sorrowing, and pouring saliva on him, and he licked it under her. The overwhelming power of the view magically affected Heck! He was slowly rubbing his dick, clutching his briefs, breathing heavily, stirring. Colleague turned Elise on her back, cupped her ankles, pulled her in and invaded her, she moaned and indulged in such pleasure that Heck felt true love for her! He threw it roughly – well, it was good. He turned her on her belly, started stuffing her, she moaned loudly, he grabbed her neck, squeezed her, Eliza became more static and made no sounds – Heck froze, frightened, jumping out of the wardrobe for a moment, but suddenly she started moaning very loudly, this one let go of her, her head dropped down into the sheets. Heck blasted and poured his hand in his cum. The vulture strangled her and Eliza was gone, and this had worked like an electric shock, his excitement and momentary panic had reached the extreme.
He was sweaty and breathing heavily, it was so stuffy… his legs were almost numb, the tight space seemed to be squeezing him… he kept staring through the hole… and he saw him wrap his entire girlfriend’s head in a sheet… Eliza was as if weightless – with arms and legs relaxed, wide apart, but cracking. Yes, she was very excited, wet, flowing and shuddering. A colleague walked over to her and whispered powerfully as he thrust his finger into her mouth – the sheet sank into her mouth, she regained her breath, and Heck’s cock instantly became stiff – his eye was gaping, his sweat was flowing, his breath was intensifying in incredible harmony with her – unexpected and very special! He rubbed his dick, smeared with cum and sweat, sank into his own scents, the heat and gasp drove him crazy, but he watched with crazy thirst as Eliza flew into a new orgasm, her thighs shaking… he thirsted for air, he waved the sheet, but no stopped pushing her in the pussy. Then he turned it abruptly, huffed it, pulled it, threw a cock in her ass, and she moaned like a bitch. She wasn’t waiting for her much – she widened her anus quickly, too fast, knocked the narrow opening, and her moans echoed throughout the apartment. Heck was on the verge of bodily conception, suffocation and orgasm. He was staring and intoxicated, rubbing his cock and moaning softly – the sight of his lover’s ass banging over fantasies, electrifying all his cells, his whole brain, his whole body. There was a sense of growing tension that you were going to die and move into another space. Eliza kept shouting, the one slapping her on the ass and moaning – it was like an accelerated animal. Both men were like dispersed animals, entangled in the web of a bitch. One was fucking her, the other was taking the fuck and engulfing him in a perverse emotion that was driving him crazy. The colleague grunted, pulled out his cock, and started to curl it, with which Heck couldn’t stand it and did the same thing in his hand again. The two of them slammed into the bedroom, Eliza was faint, and Heck would really faint if they did not go to the living room in two minutes. And just when it got critical, they really came out, and Heck opened the door, inhaled, and almost didn’t fall. It no longer mattered whether they would see him, but she was lucky to make it happen.
When he recovered, he heard him leave. His beloved lay down and fell asleep, and he waited a while, came out, closed quietly, and poured vodka into the living room.
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