As Sara knelt in front of Sergei with his cock in her hand, she wanted to punish Adrian. To make him jealous. To make him hear her cries of sexual pleasure, at the hands of another man.
She got on the intercom and said "Newport Beach, please."
Adrian responded. "Are you guys done back there? Are you ready to switch drivers?" he asked in a irritable voice.
Sara responded, "Yes, we are done. However, Sergei has had a few whiskies and fell asleep. He is in no position to drive. We will need to drop him home first and then we can resume our date-night. I just need to drop something off in Newport Beach first, down by Balboa Pier. Let me know when we are at the Pier please."
With that said, she switched off the intercom. Sergei and Sara shared a laugh at Adrian's expense, and waited to see what his response would be. A few seconds later the car started up, and they rolled away from Little Laguna Beach heading for Balboa Pier. Adrian had apparently decided to take the old man home, and then take his frustrations out on my wife's ass.
Balboa was about a thirty minute drive and Sara refocused her attention on Sergei. He was still rock-hard, but now my wife knew why. She placed one hand tenderly on the old man's face.
"Sergei," she told him. "I want to give you everything Adrian ever took from me sexually, if you will permit me."
Ever the gentleman, he quietly nodded his consent. Sara kissed him again, and then started to kiss his neck and nibble his ear. She slowly moved her lips down his body to his nipples, then his stomach and finally to his belly button. She left a trail of red lipstick, as she licked and kissed him. When she got to his cock, she cleaned the pre-cum from the tip of it, with her tongue.
"Are you close to orgasm, baby?" she asked him.
"I have everything under control," he assured her.
Sara sucked his cock for a few moments. She was really enjoying being Sergei's birthday gift, and decided to disobey Adrian's directive, by removing the magic egg from her ass. She did this while kneeling in front of Sergei, and he was unaware of her action. At the same time she grabbed the KY lubricant from the holdall, and quietly flipped the lid open.
Sara wanted Sergei to enjoy every single pleasure she had ever provided Adrian. She removed her lips from Sergei's cock, and held her tits together in front of Sergei's face. He gave her nipples a tender lick, and once again my wife felt herself lubricating internally at his soft touch. She asked Sergei to place his hands on hers, so they were both squeezing her tits together. Then she slowly extricated her hands from under his, and told him to hold her breasts together.
Sara picked up the lube and squirted it all over her tits, and into the gap between them. She slowly lowered her body towards Sergei's stiff cock. Between them, they maneuvered her into position, and his cock slid between her amply oiled tits.
Once he was in position, Sara moved up and down, so that he was fucking her breasts. Sergei remained a complete gentleman, in stark contrast to that aggressive prick Adrian, who had started to really pound away at her breasts, when he was in a similar situation.
Sara allowed Sergei to fuck her breasts gently for several minutes. She alternated between kissing him, and licking the tip of his cock, as it emerged from her pert 'C' cups. Sergei was leaking pre-cum, and Sara would occasionally take his cock-head between her lips and suck it from him. As he approached his orgasm, she gazed into his eyes and started to talk to him.
"Does that feel good baby, fucking my tits? I want you to have your best birthday ever, Sergei."
Sergei let out a little whimper of pleasure, but was pretty much speechless.
"I want to swallow your next load," she whispered seductively.
Then she lowered her head, and took the very tip of his cock into her mouth. Sara started to suck his cock as he fucked her breasts. He stiffened up immediately at the extra stimulation, and she knew Sergei was close. The power she could wield over men through sex, was intoxicating, and she felt herself get even wetter.
Sergei started thrusting between her tits and moaning. He came in her mouth moments later, and she kept her lips on him until he stopped grinding his hips. Sara lifted her head up, and feigning innocence the way Adrian had taught her, opened her mouth and swallowed Sergei's semen.
Sergei tried to kiss her but she stopped him, and asked for a moment to clean up first. She brushed her teeth again using bottled water, and then gargled some mouthwash. After she spat the minty liquid in a glass, she sat on Sergei's lap and allowed him to kiss her. He was apologetic for getting too excited, and thrusting his cock before he came in her mouth. Sara would hear none of it.
"Sergei, you have been a perfect gentleman all evening. You have made me feel very special, cherished and respected. You have exemplary manners, a rare quality in a man these days."
They kissed and muttered sweet nothings to each other. His gentle nature and respectful behavior, had made her forget his physical appearance, and she was genuinely enthralled with his company. They were touching each other now, and kissing like they were on a prom night date. Their intimacy was interrupted again as Adrian came on the intercom.
He was back in character now, and said cheerfully "Balboa Pier ma'am."
Sara responded "the address I am going to is 235 Balboa Road."
Adrian responded "yes ma'am."
Sergei looked at Sara with an intrigued smile. Being a driver, he had a great memory for addresses. He knew they were heading to Stacey's apartment, and he wondered out loud, how long it would take for Adrian to realize. Sergei told my wife that he didn't want her to make a scene at Stacey's.
Sara laughed and said "I won't make a scene, I promise. I just want to dump Adrian's Sukebe chair at her doorstep. Is it still in the trunk?"
Sergei told Sara that Adrian did indeed keep one of the Sukebe chairs in his limo. It was in the trunk, but Sergei could retrieve it through the rear seat pass-through. They got up from the rear seat, and Sergei released a lever on each side of it. It folded forward, revealing an access hole to the trunk.
Sergei reached into the trunk, and moved the small acrylic chair into the cab of the limo. He folded the rear seat back, and locked it into place. The chair was absolutely spotless. Maybe it was washed after each use. Whatever the case, it was clean like a piece of medical equipment.
Adrian announced sheepishly over the intercom that they had arrived. The last time Adrian was here, he had arrived in the back of the limo, unaware of the landmarks or surroundings. For this reason, he actually parked right in front of the building, before he realized it was Stacey's place. Sara told him to park up and wait.
I imagine Adrian was quite stressed as he waited outside Stacey's house. Sara was going to put the Sukebe chair on Stacey's doorstep. That way, it would be visible to all her neighbors in the morning, and they would know Stacey was an ass-eating slut. Now as Sergei knelt on the limo floor examining the lewd chair, Sara had a better idea.
"I want to do one more thing for you baby, before we have to go home," she told him.
She put her hand on his face and kissed the end of his nose. "Please trust me Sergei. Let me pleasure you one more time, before you leave for the Ukraine."