Unfaithful husband: Olga hires a detective

"You have to help me," Olga said breathlessly as she stormed into the office of the Schmidt&Schmidt detective agency. "Yes, come in," said the corpulent man behind the desk. Olga got straight to the point: "Here, this is a picture of my husband. I'd like you to keep an eye on him. I think he's cheating on me." "What makes you think that?" asked the detective. "He always comes home late and supposedly has to go on business trips at the weekend. Will you take on the job?" The detective took a close look at the upset woman: He estimated her to be in her late forties, early fifties and thought, why is a man cheating on such a good-looking woman? What a shame! Once they had agreed on the fee and expenses, he immediately set to work.

The detective observed the husband and finally confirmed what his wife had feared: he had a mistress! He took pictures of the two of them kissing and doing a number in the parking lot in the woods. The pictures always had to be so good that there was no doubt. The detective called his client and confirmed his suspicions. Olga made her way to him. "That scoundrel, how can he do this to me? He's had my back for years and then he does it with his secretary!"

The attractive woman was beside herself and shed a few tears: "He'll pay for that!" she sniffled. "Good woman, you're so attractive - throw him to the wind. In my experience, these are always short episodes, then the men come crawling back home and ask for forgiveness. Until the next time. But you don't need to do that - please take a look at yourself!" Olga's mouth fell open - she hadn't heard such clear and kind words for a long time, especially not from her husband. The detective looked at her with such honest eyes that she believed every word he said. "You find me attractive?" she asked almost shyly. "Please, dear Mrs. Borasev, what kind of question is that? You're the prettiest woman I've seen in a long time!" "And I'm not too old either?" "Too old?" "Just because your husband needs inexperienced young things to validate himself doesn't mean you're too old. I'd give the shirt off my back for a woman like you!" The detective looked down at the floor, embarrassed by his words - what had gotten into him? "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." "No, it's all right - I'm just not used to hearing something so nice anymore. Sometimes I feel like I'm invisible." "I know that, it's just that I'm not as beautiful as you..." "Don't say that, everyone is beautiful!"

Olga goes all out

Now it was his turn to look astonished. Olga looked at the plump man - he was no Adonis, but he wasn't completely ugly either. She liked his pleasant voice ... somehow it came over her: Olga threw the pictures aside and took quick steps towards the detective. He stood up expectantly. Olga clasped his face with both hands and kissed him. He didn't know what to do at first and could hardly believe his luck. Finally, he embraced Olga and hugged her tightly. Then she broke away from him, unbuttoned her blazer, under which she was only wearing a bra, and said resolutely: "Go on, take me!" The detective was still amazed while Olga took off her panties and pulled up her skirt. Olga sat down on the desk and spread her legs slightly so that the detective had a clear view of her private parts.

Now the detective was really keen on her. He quickly opened his trousers and pulled out his privates. He was about to penetrate Olga when he thought the woman deserved more. So he held back and started to lick her thoroughly. Olga moaned with pleasure: "My God, you're doing great!" she exclaimed, enjoying every movement and caress of his tongue. "Please, give it to me properly now!" she encouraged him. He slowly took his head out of her lap and showed her his bulging pleasure stick: "Is it big enough for you?" "Oh my goodness, I wasn't expecting that!" Olga exclaimed, amazed and thrilled at the same time. The detective was delighted, put Olga's legs on his shoulders and penetrated her deeply. "Oh, my God!" she screamed, "do it to me, do it to me!" The detective realized how starved for sex she was. She probably hadn't had sex for ages. He kept thrusting very hard and Olga quivered under him: "Yes, yes, I'm about to come!" she shouted. He now propped his arms up on the desk and gave her the final thrusts. Olga moaned, she hadn't felt this good for a long time. She would never have thought that this unassuming man could do a woman so well.

As they both got dressed again, they tried to look busy again. "All right, I'll think about what I'm going to do about this," Olga said. "Yes, think about it calmly - and if you need a little cheering up, you know where to find me," the detective said with a smile. Olga smiled back and left his office without a word.