Country House

Liza had a small house in the suburbs before we got married. Recently, it was rented by a couple with a child, but half a year ago, due to work, they moved to another city. Usually, for entertainment in a group, we rent a place outside the city, and now that the house is vacant, it has become the place where we have fun.

This building is old, stood on a small piece of land. Inside, there is nothing special, two residential floors and utility rooms in the basement. A kitchen and a large hall downstairs, two bedrooms upstairs. It was cozy here, but still the house needed updating. We want to make it so that it suits our needs and desires.

Among our common desires were a transparent floor, a cinema, a bedroom for two couples and much more. We dreamed of a transparent floor since 2014, when we first walked along Tower Bridge. Since then, we have been there twice and both times Liz did not wear underwear.

"Let's do it in the bedroom," Liz suggested.

"It's tempting, but look, only a small part of the bedroom is located above the hall, and the rest is above the kitchen and bathroom."

"Well, Rick," Liza looked at me disjointedly. "I want it in the bedroom."

We stood in the hall and looked at the floor, then at the ceiling, figuring out how to do this.

"Liz, what do we have under the hall?"

"Some storage rooms, I don't really know," she spread her hands. "Let's go look."

The entrance to the utility rooms was separate, on the side of the house. We had to cut the lock off, because we didn't have a key. Probably the previous owner had locked it 30 years ago. There was a lot of dust and various junk downstairs. This used to be a workshop and a laundry room. There were no interior walls, only columns. The room was spacious, but needed a renovation.

"What did you expect?" - Liza was the first to speak. "Don't you think this is the perfect place for a home theater?"

"Of course! And between it and the hall there will be a transparent floor."

"Transparent below and mirrored above," Liza winked at me and smiled.

I sneezed affirmatively several times...

It took us several more months to complete the renovation. During this time, our friends and we threw several naked parties. Even some contractors had fun here.

We hired a contractor through an ad in the local newspaper to paint the walls in the hall. We agreed to meet, inspect the site to estimate the cost of materials and the cost of work. A pleasant, energetic middle-aged woman came. I led her into the hall and showed her the palette.

"There is a lot of work, if you want us to do it in a day, I will take an assistant."

Then I showed her the utility room where you can leave materials and trash. I gave her the keys.

On the appointed day, I was terribly busy with work and completely forgot about it. I remembered closer to noon, called Liza.

"I forgot to tell you, we are painting the walls today."

"What?.. What the hell, Rick. I need the right color." Liza complained. "Okay, I'll take a taxi, maybe it's not too late."

As Liza walked toward the house, she could hear the sounds of a disco.

"Oh, god. I'm late."

She had the keys to the already renovated basement. The disco was blaring from the windows in the hall.

"Hmm... they probably didn't hear me," she thought. "I'll pop in for a minute and check the floor right away."

She quietly opened the side door and walked into the theater. The first floor was partially covered with paper. The space near the walls was completely hidden from her, but most of the room was clearly visible. There was no furniture in the theater yet, just an old sofa. The light fell almost magically from above. Liza went to where it was shining and looked in.

"How unusual," she looked up. "They can't see me, really?"

The woman had a fairly young partner, no more than 25 years old. She was wearing a loose dress with a deep cut, which was already smeared with paint in several places. She was clearly the boss, he was the assistant. An ordinary guy, a T-shirt, short shorts, small bare feet.

"Oh, I like that."

Liza moved the sofa to the center and carefully lay down.

The woman was working from a stepladder and from constantly walking up and down the steps her thong had partially slipped into her pussy. The guy filled her glass with paint from time to time and when he squatted down to the jar Liza noticed how the head of his penis, hidden by the skin, sometimes peeked out from the leg of his shorts. There was no underwear under the short shorts. He was slightly excited, but not much. It was visible how he furtively looked at the floor when approaching the stepladder.

"Mm, can you see her panties in the reflection?" Liza was mentally having a dialogue with him and smiling.

She lay and watched this innocent flirting. Her hand was fiddling with her pubic hair. After a while the music stopped. Because of the soundproofing in the movie theater, it was impossible to make out what the couple was talking about. The woman was clearly excited and trying to attract attention. While working, she bent over deeply, spreading her legs wide. The guy was peeping, embarrassed, and the head appeared in the trouser leg more and more often.

The work was nearing completion. The tension was growing. Ann felt it and her swollen button, which she now touched more often. Finally, the guy slipped on the paper and fell, spilling some paint on himself and around him. They both laughed. The woman put down her tools and came up to him. He extended his hand to her to help him up, but she took a step forward and stood over him so that his hand was under her skirt. He touched her with his hand in the paint. She raised an eyebrow, squatted over him, dipped her hand in the paint and stuck it into the leg of her shorts... Liza squeezed her button, moaning.

Clothes flew in all directions. Their paint-smeared bodies spun in wild fucking, transmitting excitement to the floor below. Liza was also desperately flowing, jerking off and only froze after violently finishing. The couple upstairs changed positions. He took her greedily and vigorously. She took him in all her holes and only when the woman began to convulse with orgasm did Liza decide that she had enough for today. She slowly, quietly left the house, called a taxi and left..

In the evening, after dinner, when Rick was sitting on the couch kneading her tired feet, she told him about his contractors.

"So how do you like the color of the walls," Rick asked thoughtfully when she finished.

"Oh... I didn't even look!" Liza laughed.

"All this sounds great, Liz. I would like it."

"That was just awesome. You should have this experience. And I should watch you fuck on this floor."

We ordered a large table with transparent plastic chairs and a big sofa for the hall. For obvious reasons, the room had to be well-viewed. Several wall shelves and small bookcases were already waiting to be installed. Furniture assembly was scheduled for Wednesday, and Liza was again supposed to supervise this process.

"Don't worry. Just show where to put it and make sure it's assembled correctly."

"That's easy for you to say!"

"Everything will be fine. If you want company, call Maria or Felix." Felix and Maria Mitchell, our friends with whom we often had fun.

I was free early and decided to drive over and help. While driving, my plans changed and I decided to play of Agent Sam Fisher. I parked near the store and approached the house by a roundabout way. I tiptoed through the side door and immediately dove into the movie theater.

The light ceiling in the dark room was mesmerizing. They had brought several cabinets up here, but they didn't get in the way. The sofa was here too.

I carefully approached the center, as if I could be seen. After a while, I got used to it and relaxed.

"Wow, it was worth it!"

Work was in full swing upstairs. Two guys were assembling furniture and I noticed another one by the car. Liza was running from corner to corner, showing what to put where. The shelves were already assembled and partially hung on the wall. Everyone was chatting animatedly, laughing, the atmosphere was good-natured, friendly. The guys were in the uniform of the brand store. Liza was in her usual clothes, which she wore here during the renovation - a completely transparent T-shirt with thin straps and miniature denim shorts. When she sat down or bent over, the lower part of the shorts completely sank into her crotch.

At some point, the third guy started bringing flowers in pots from the car. Liza climbed up the stepladder, took the pots and put them on the shelves. When she turned away to put the pots, the guys winked at each other.

"Come on..!" I had already spent about half an hour here and nothing so far.

The next pot was bigger. Liza leaned over, picked up the pot, and the stepladder swung. She gasped, but kept her balance. The guy who brought the pot held the stepladder with one hand and grabbed Liza's ass with the other so she wouldn't fall. I saw his fingers accidentally get between her buns. They both giggled, she said something to him, and he stayed holding her. She adjusted the pots, and he slowly moved his fingers, pushing them deep into her wet pussy. She was clearly in no hurry and letting him be there. Now, when he brought a new pot, he immediately put his hand out for Liza. He held it lightly and dipped his fingers into her pussy or anus.

I got really excited...

The furniture was finally assembled. The guys took turns handing her the pots and openly caressing her. At some point, one of the guys suggested that she undress. She went down and took off her shorts. Her little wet panties got stuck in her pussy. She took them off too. The guy took them, sniffed them and put them in his pocket. She squatted down, took out his erect penis and licked red head...

I was standing right under her. Drops of her juice fell right in front of my eyes.

The other guys also started to undress.

At that moment, Liza lowered her eyes to her pussy and looked at me through the floor. I froze. Time stood still. Cold sweat appeared on my back.

"No. You can't see me." I muttered to myself.

She smiled and turned to the already naked guys. Liza didn't speak for long, but somehow too seriously.

"What are you up to, Liz."

Finally she lay down on the floor, spread her legs and nodded to them. They pounced on her like hungry wolves on a ewe. At first they caressed her passionately, biting her nipples and bud, sucking earlobes and toes, licking face and anus. Liza egged them on, provoked them and flowed profusely. Three pairs of hands in a mad dance caressed her randomly and penetrated all the holes. Then they began to enter her wet beaver one by one. While one worked the piston, two caressed. From time to time they changed.

I stood below and watched as they took her one by one. She trembled in sweet agony. Cocks and balls of different sizes flashed before my eyes. One entered very carefully, the other pushed in to the full depth. Like a bison, he hit with all his might, driving the piston in completely. My dick ached from excitement, but I could not help myself...

The next step was that they entered her in pairs. One lay down on the floor. Liz sat on him. And the second entered the pussy. When they entered the pussy in pairs, Liz had an orgasm several times. The guys understood this weakness and took advantage of it more often. It seemed to me that Liz did not stop egging them on. She slapped their asses, scratched their backs, moved, forcing them to speed up. And they did speed up. They entered the wet, hot pussy in pairs, and the third pushed his cock into her mouth.

After an hour and a half of frantic, non-stop riding, they began to get tired. Liza did not stop and made them work. They lifted her up, sat her on a transparent plastic chair, tied her legs and arms. Then they stood around her and almost simultaneously pumped, flooding her body with hot streams of cum. Each tried to get on her face, in her mouth. She was breathing heavily and greedily licked the drops... Streams of cum flowed down her chest and stomach. And then the guys grabbed their things and quickly headed for the exit.

"What?" I did not understand. "Maybe they will let her calm down and come back."

My knees were shaking. I sat down, released my heavy cock from my hand and looked up. The floor was in traces of bare feet, drops of juice, prints of Liza's ass, cum. Her feet were shaking. Through the chair I saw a red wet pussy. I knew that she was still tied up...

A minute later I heard the engine start and the car drive away from the house.

I looked up again in confusion. Liza was trying unsuccessfully to free herself.

I pulled up my pants and rushed towards her. When I entered she looked with wide open eyes to see who it was. Liza saw me, exhaled and leaned back in chair.

"Rick? Damn it, Rick. Untie me." She was shaking. "You scared me to death."

I walked up silently. I freed her, picked up and put on the table. I bent down and sniffed her. She reeked of cum and sweat. Her unsatisfied clit was sticking out from under the skin. I licked it.

"Oh. Rick!" Liza arched.

I completely opened her swollen pearl and licked again, slowly and long. Liza's body was shaking. I took it in my mouth, pressed it with my lips and sucked. A stream of urine and juice hit my face. Her body shook in waves of orgasm. I increased the pressure...

When everything flowed out and she was exhausted, I let her go.

"So how do you like our super floor?" she squeezed out with a tired smile. "I knew you would come."

"Dangerous game, Liz. What if I hadn't been there?"

"I, I think everything would have been fine..."

At that moment, Felix Mitchell quietly came out of the side door of the house. All this time he was also in the cinema and was sitting quietly in a dark corner behind the cabinets. He really liked to tie Liz up. She had arranged with him in advance and this whole performance was for him.