Richard's apartment had barely changed since their university days, except for the addition of a few more books and a slightly worn couch. Olya walked in, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and let out a low whistle.
"Richard, you haven't changed a bit," she said, a fond smile on her face.
Richard, looking dapper in a fitted suit, grinned and handed her a glass of cognac. "Neither have you, Olya. Still as beautiful as ever."
They clinked glasses and took a sip, their eyes meeting over the rim. University seemed like a lifetime ago, but the memories were still fresh in their minds. They had been close then, but life had taken them in different directions. Until now.
Olya, emboldened by the alcohol, began to complain about her husband's lack of sexual prowess. "He's just so...boring, Richard. It's like he's afraid to even touch me sometimes."
Richard, sensing an opportunity, started to make advances towards Olya. "Well, I'm not afraid," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Olya playfully insulted him, saying he was not her type. "Richard, you're like a brother to me. I can't just...you know."
Despite her protests, Richard continued to harass Olya. His hands roamed over her body, and she became increasingly weak and unable to resist. Richard, driven by lust, brutally forced himself on Olya, ignoring her pleas to stop.
He began to kiss her forcefully, his hands gripping her hips. Olya, too drunk to fight back, succumbed to Richard's advances, her long legs twitching as he entered her.
Richard, taking advantage of Olya's weakened state, roughly took her in her mouth, pussy, and ass. Despite her screams, he cum inside of her, leaving her spread-eagle and covered in his seed.
Richard, satisfied, took pictures of Olya, warning her to keep quiet about what happened. "If anyone finds out, Olya, it will be bad for both of us. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
Olya, still drunk and fucked, realized that she was now in Richard's power. She lay on the floor, her legs spread wide, as she came to terms with what just happened.
The night had taken a turn that neither of them had expected, but there was no going back now. Olya was left to pick up the pieces of her shattered dignity, wondering how she had let herself get caught up in such a reckless night.
But as she stumbled out of Richard's apartment, she knew that this was a secret that would be buried deep within her, never to see the light of day.
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