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Night call. The erotic novel of infidelity
Юрий Буреве
In the quiet alleys of the city, hidden from prying eyes, the world of passions and secrets comes to life. Here, people's feelings and desires generate fantasies and vices. "Night call. The erotic novel of infidelity" by Yuri Bureve is a book that vividly and sensually describes the world of human relations. It has explicit scenes that are artfully woven into the plot. Each chapter is a separate story, full of an atmosphere of intrigue, desire and unexpected turns of events. The characters move day and night, their actions merge into a single canvas of the plot. Phone calls, unexpected meetings and ulterior motives lead the characters to unexpected discoveries. They face not only temptations, but also their own secret fears and desires. This book about passion and infidelity opens the doors to the innermost corners of the human soul. It makes you think about the price you have to pay for moments of pleasure and desire.

Юрий Буреве
Night call. The erotic novel of infidelity

Chapter 1. Bag
– Look, what a cool cafe.
– Let's go in here.
– Went.
Then a very polite waiter approached them and offered them a menu and, at the same time, a choice of drinks from the wine list.
– Jan, what will you eat?
– The same as you. Choose to your taste. I need to make a call to work.
He left the cafe and started calling someone emotionally, but nothing could be heard through the thick glass and walls.
Diana sat and thought:
– Maybe he’s calling his mistress, just brazenly?
– They brought pipes yesterday, but they are not suitable for connecting hot water pipes,– he explained to the director, more calmly, with his arm stretched out at his sides.
Having finished the conversation, he went back in when the hot food had already been brought. Diana had already started eating, praising the cuisine, and Jan joined in with pleasure.
– I've enjoyed my stay.
– We'll come again on the weekend. I'll be driving, so I won't have any wine. If you want, you can order some. But don't get drunk, I won't drag you, – he told his wife with a serious face, but with his eyes narrowed.
– We'll go now.
The music that played very quietly in the cafe attracted them and did not want to let them go, even after they had already paid the bill.
The road home took half an hour, we had to go through a backup road, since the repairs on the main road had been going on for half a year and were not going to be finished. Workers sometimes showed up there, then there was no one for weeks.
They stood at an intersection, and Diana reached for a bottle of water that was lying on the back seat.
And then he turned on the air flow in the cabin, so that her skirt rose up, revealing a very thin flesh-colored thong underneath, which was no longer visible from a short distance.
A man crossing the road is stuck in this picture, frozen in place, as people walk past him, pushing his shoulders.
– What are you standing there for, gaping mouth? The grandmother shouted and walked past him.
The joke didn't work, and Diana was unhappy when she saw a man staring at her.
– So what? Do you like the way another man looks at your woman? – Diana said angrily.
– This is a joke.
– A joke?! Holy shit!
She rode silently the entire way until they reached the elevator. As she entered, she grabbed his balls and crotch to test his hardness, and when she was sure he was hard:
– You did it on purpose. You naughty boy,– Diana said and tried to pinch Jan's buttocks, but she couldn't do it because her hands just couldn't reach.
He didn't answer, put his arm around her waist, and they reached the floor and went into their apartment. The hallway was quite spacious and lined with shelves on the sides, and the lighting turned on automatically, but also turned off after a long period of silence.
Having placed the bags of groceries they had bought on their way from the cafе for the weekend on the floor, Diana went to the bathroom. Ian carried them to the kitchen, placing them on the shelves and in the refrigerator on the fly, and he did this quite carefully and precisely.
While his wife went out, washing off her makeup, he was already making tea, laying out the dessert they had bought at the store. It was a small cream soufflе cake, quite pretty to look at, with roses and braided patterns. It looked quite delicious, and Yana immediately sat down at the table.
At home she liked to walk around in just a T-shirt and not wear anything underneath. Everywhere there were soft seats of armchairs, chairs and a sofa made of the same material, which they ordered from the same workshop. They could easily be pulled off by one without any extra effort and, after washing, pulled back, so the problem of cleanliness of the surfaces did not arise, moreover, she really liked the surfaces of these seats, because their velvety softness gently touched her crotch.
She especially enjoyed the thrill of dropping something and bending over to grab it, rubbing her labia against the lint. Sometimes she would unconsciously drop things to do this, experiencing the small, pleasant sensations, especially when they had tense conversations or arguments, including an argument about who should cook dinner.
The cake, which looked like a big pastry, was big enough for two people to eat. The T-shirt she had put on after taking off all her street clothes from the bath, she had stained with cream, and now there was a stain at the level of her belly button.
– How careless I am. I have to wash it again, just put it on. Oh well, – and, having sipped some fruit tea, she went back to the bathroom, pulling it up.
Diana's body was perfect, perhaps even more than perfect, because, in addition to her graceful figure and the absence of any excess fat, she had an abundance of buttocks and perky breasts that seemed to have been grown separately to order, although this was her natural beauty, a beauty from nature, a beauty from birth. She had a gym membership, but it seemed that sometimes she went there not to work out, but to draw the boys' eyes to her ass, which in sports shorts, more like, perhaps, sports briefs, looked especially outstanding.
The special cut allowed the crotch to be fully expressed, and her buttocks then seemed to have come unglued and needed to be glued back together until they split in half.
She loved to catch the glances of men, regardless of age, she especially languidly tested younger guys, who at first looked at her for a long time, fucking her with their eyes, then, when she looked into their eyes, they quickly looked away, she felt their embarrassment and excitement from her body.
If someone started persistently getting acquainted, she would say that she was married and was not dating anyone else, that she loved her husband and all that, and as the cherry on the cake she would show her fist with a wedding ring on her finger, this would turn almost everyone off. As the people say:
– A mare won't jump up, a dog won't jump up.
The fantasies that she had when she saw muscular men and guys, they had no boundaries, she spent almost the entire training looking at the more powerfully built ones and imagining how they fucked her right in the gym, right during the training, between approaches, that some would stand and advise the man from which side to approach her, and the girls would tell her how to fold the joints of her legs correctly to catch the right angle for a gentle entrance for his penis. Fantasies were in her head, and she always imagined hard sex options.
Jan, who knew every dent in her body, every mole, looking at his wife, who was naked going to the bathroom to take off her dirty T-shirt, felt practically nothing. He always tried to control himself, and since tomorrow was Friday, he had to get up early, besides everything, he had to hand over work to his superiors, his superiors, although he was also a boss. As is known, every boss has his own boss.
He usually satisfied her before going to bed and in the morning, and it became a kind of ritual that became a habit.
Ian felt that Diana was testing his feelings today, and perhaps even checking whether he still had that animal passion that he had on their first date, when he sprayed her tights with sperm.
– Darling, what time do you have to get up tomorrow?
– I think closer to seven. I still need to stop at the service station.
– What is STO?
– Maintenance, oil needs to be changed.
– Can't you do it yourself?
– I can, only specialists will do it correctly.
– Is it that difficult there?
– Well, the hardest part is to tighten the bolt under the required load.
– What the hell, what's there to tighten? Tighten it and that's it. Okay, I'm going to bed.
He remained in the kitchen, finishing his second glass of cold fruit tea.
He felt that the evening, which had begun so beautifully in the cafe, had turned into a lull. He thought about tomorrow, and all the sexual tension that had built up in him during the evening, watching his naked wife, immediately disappeared. Tomorrow was a big decision for him, because if he failed, he would be among those who would not advance further up the career ladder, but if he handed in the work that his entire department had been working on for six months without any comments, then this promised great opportunities.
The work on developing software for designers was developed, all that was left was to present it to the management competently, that is, to hold a presentation. Usually, all investors gather at such events, many of whom do not understand programming at all, but they understand the laws of business, that if you do not present your product beautifully, consider that you have done nothing. People love beautiful packaging, they need to be hooked, and for this you need ideas, theses, commercial slogans, what they ultimately buy this or that product for.
He took a shower, prepared himself for sex, but he kept breaking down, and this made him even more nervous.
He turned off the light and went into the bedroom, which was next to the kitchen. Opening the blanket, he lay down, touching the hips of his wife, who had apparently fallen asleep and now said in a daze:
– Come to me, hug me.
He hugged her, and in an instant, her elastic, silky skin, which was a pleasure to touch, felt such strong emotions, similar to a sudden migraine, that sleep passed that very minute.
She took his cock in a half-sleep and started milking it, hoping to get some liquid. She might not have been asleep, but she didn't lift her head, and it looked like she was masturbating his cock in her sleep, which had come to its senses.
– Love me,– she whispered.
He hugged her, leaned on top of her, but held on with his hands so as not to crush her with his weight, since he was quite heavy, but he was not fat, rather a dense man with a sporting past.
He took a dose of lubricant from the tube that was always on the nightstand next to the bed and smeared it on his head and labia, without inserting his fingers inside the vagina, thinking that the shaft would still smear along the wall.
He parted her slit, which was wet like a rose flower from dew, and very slowly began to insert it inside, he entered her like a piston moves along a cylinder, evenly and with a push, which ended when he reached the uterus, causing a little pain to Diana.
– Sorry.
– Everything is fine.
– Continue.
He kneaded her buttocks with one hand, touching her nipples with the other, carefully twisting them, pressing them and then massaging her breasts.
He turned her sideways and continued fucking her, now touching her buttocks with his groin, which sounded like thin applause after a play at the theater.
But the rhythm became faster, stronger and more intermittent, and in a moment he filled her vagina with sperm, which continued to flow out even after he lay on his back and Diana, spreading her legs, turned over on her back again.
She seemed not to wake up at all, but simply spread her legs, received a dose of sperm in her crotch and turned back over, but she did not open her eyes, that was for sure, although what she was thinking about at that moment, whether about the guys in the gym again or about Yana, remains unknown, but after each intercourse she often said:
– I love you.
This time there was silence, but whether she was dozing again or not, she moved the ring and middle fingers of her right hand and, having launched it into her vagina, also without opening her eyes, brought it to her nose, sniffing and licking the remains of the sperm that had gotten in. She threw off the blanket and lay down on her side, now in the light of the moon and street light from the window. They illuminated her figure, turning her into a silhouette of an acoustic guitar that had been forgotten on the bed.
She was facing away from her husband, so her prominent ass was on Jan's side, and in this position it looked even bigger.
She opened her eyes and stared for a long time at the far corner of the large bedroom, which was larger than the guest room. The tube of rema-lube cast a fairly large shadow on the wall, but that was more from the street lamp, which was apparently so lonely that it wanted to somehow attract attention to itself.
She, not having had an orgasm, wanted to have something resembling it, stretching her hands to her navel and below. She was more excited by her velvety and at the same time silky skin than by sex with her husband, and she certainly set a goal – to finish, to groan and have nervous convulsions, which only happens during intense satisfaction.
She climbed into the bedside chest of drawers on her side and with a precise movement of her hand took out a dildo, which was made of transparent silicone, but remembered that the lubricant remained on the nightstand on her husband's side, not wanting to climb over to his side, she wet the head with saliva and stuck it into her crotch and began to actively move it in different directions.
Jan, of course, heard all this, but did not see, because he, as if in a doze, also turned over with his back to her.
He heard her start to breathe deeply, and that the orthopedic mattress, despite the vibration dampening, still transmitted vibrations to his body. In the darkness of the night, in the moonlight, lay a naked man and a girl, looking in different directions, both awake.
Diana massaged her breasts, occasionally putting her thumb in her mouth and closing her eyes. At that moment, she imagined that a second guy was fucking her in the mouth. She changed guys in her fantasies, imagining one, then another, and now she imagined that she lay down on a sports bench in a doggy style, and the gym goers took turns satisfying her, with music and the approval of those around her. She imagined how she would accidentally walk into the men's locker room, which was shrouded in water vapor, and start sucking everyone's cocks, splashing sperm on her face, smearing it on her face later, making a cosmetic mask.
She felt like thousands of needles were pricking her buttocks, and she came so violently that she jerked her legs, and her husband could not help but wake up from such a movement, but he did not pretend to wake up, but gradually and quietly masturbated himself, hearing the sounds. He imagined his boss, who was flunked by Irina, and who was constantly picking on his presentations. He imagined that he was fucking her tomorrow in front of everyone and telling her:
– Well, bitch, are you going to bullshit some more?!
He came unexpectedly for himself, splashing the sheets, and his hand movements could not go unnoticed by his wife, if only she had turned over in his direction, even for a few seconds. But he didn't care now, he came, splashed and fell asleep.
Diana did not want to take the phallus out of her vagina, she wanted to keep it inside, when it, warmed by her own warmth, warmed her. She fell asleep like that, and then did not hear how it slipped out, fell on the floor and stuck with a nipple, remaining not only until the morning, but until the next night, when she returned home, after some events.
When he woke up in the morning, he found his wife already up and taking a shower, and not wanting to be distracted, he went to the kitchen, thinking about what to eat for breakfast, and what would be quick. And he cooked scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which he usually cooked when there was no time and concentration on something important was required, like today.
Now, on any other day, he would have taken a shower and fucked Diana so hard that the neighbors would have to wake up without an alarm clock.
Having had a quick breakfast, having washed his face in the kitchen sink, having washed his upper body a little, having wiped his face and body, he had a quick breakfast, collected the documents that had already been prepared in the evening, put them in a leather bag that he had bought at a buy-back. It was a good and rather stylish bag, but heavy, but he, having fallen in love with this business bag, almost never parted with it. When he held it in his hands and walked around the office, he imagined himself as a big boss, which was not far from the truth, he was a boss, but a middle-level one.
– Hello, Yan Konstantinovich.
– Hello,– he would say in response, not knowing the names of many of those who greeted him; he usually remembered their last names because they were written in documents without initials.
"A world of surnames, where they are known, but you can't address them," he often thought, as he did today, entering his office, where it smelled of freshness and a carefully washed floor, on which he almost slipped, going to the window to open the vent. He didn't like air conditioners very much, because they didn't freshen the air, but only cooled it, accelerating it in a cycle, so a properly opened window at the right angle saved the situation.
– Christina, please make a quarterly report,– he said, looking out the door.
In addition to today's presentation, there were also current tasks that did not disappear anywhere.
He laid out around him a pile of papers on the technical documentation of the finished product for launching sales.
The presentation of the program, which began exactly at 11:00, began with a short speech by the company's executive director, who introduced Yan Konstantinovich to investors.
– Hello, this product will allow designers to work in a team without resorting to other additional communications, our team has undertaken … – here his speech was interrupted by one of the investors, asking:
–Have you tried working with this product yourself?
– Yes, but I'm not a designer, I'm a programmer.
–Yesterday I gave the trial version to my daughter, she didn’t figure out the interface right away, although she is an excellent student at school, which means the user won’t be able to quickly launch the new product on their desktop.
– But she's not a designer.
– She is an excellent student and used to draw well, so we gave it to her to use, and your product needs to be improved, the interface needs to be simplified.
– But it is made for professional designers, and working with this pr…
Here he was interrupted again by the same investor, who had 31 percent of the shares, which was considered the largest in one hand, the next owner had only five percent, the rest even less, but they were the majority. The majority, which now did not decide anything, which could be presented as a violation of the internal charter, but this holder of a large block of shares was so charismatic that no one dared to correct him.
The project was returned for revision.
Jan returned to his office, the ten minutes that passed after that did not change his body position, and the employees who came in, his subordinates, understanding what had happened, seeing his abstract gaze out the window, went back out, not trying to disturb him.
– Fuck! – he said so loudly that the employees passing by couldn't hear it through the open door.
Jan picked up his phone and started scrolling through his contacts, wondering who he could call to distract himself a bit.
He called a friend he went to university with, but he didn't pick up the phone. When he called his wife, he also heard beeps that seemed to go on forever, cutting through the silence like a knife through butter.
He went out into the corridor, but everyone seemed to be hiding from him, so when he went out into the smoking room where the employees were sitting, and he only knew half of their names, and almost all of their last names, the conversation did not work out.
Having delegated his powers to his senior department employee, he went down to the cafe, where he decided to eat a sweet dessert, which gave his brain activity a boost.
The cake that was offered to him was surprisingly similar to the cake from yesterday, and the whole evening and night passed before his eyes, he remembered his wife, who, with her back turned, fucked herself with a silicone cock, and himself, who spilled sperm on the sheet.
The thoughts in his head were mixed up like vegetables in a salad, mixing with fragments of reality, when he managed to catch a glimpse of an employee of his department, whom for some reason he had noticed before.
She was sitting in the corner of a small cafe, where music was playing softly and the smell of roasted coffee was strong. He decided to sit down next to her and start a conversation, breaking all the rules of subordination. But today was a special day for him, a particularly tragic day, so he deliberately went against the internal company rule – not to talk to subordinates about personal matters and especially not to fuck them.
– Hello.
– Hello. We said hello this morning. I'm Nadya, although you probably already know me, but how can you remember everyone?
– I know,– said Jan, although he didn’t know her name, and it’s not like he’d forgotten it; he’d never known her.
She was wearing black trousers and a light shirt, which was the recommended dress code, although not all employees tried to adhere to this rule.
There was no ring on her hand, but she could have been divorced or simply not wearing a ring. Various thoughts continued to visit Jan.
Getting up from the table, he wrote his personal number on a napkin and, patting her on the shoulder, said:
– Call after work.
She didn't answer and stayed to finish her portion of food.
The day at work ended, and Jan was in no hurry to go home, waiting for a call from his co-worker Nadya, whose phone number he for some reason did not ask for. But the phone was silent, he called his wife, but the receiver did not answer.
Having found Nadya’s number in the internal database, he sent a message: – Hello, this is Yan Konstantinovich.-
The answer came five minutes later: – I’m going to a friend’s birthday party today, if you want, you can take me home later.-
He replied:
– Okay.
But Jan had no desire to go home, and he decided to take a walk around the city. He parked his car in a paid parking lot and went on foot, and he decided that walking would be the best way to relieve his depression from the undelivered work. This promised new problems, but technically they were all solvable, but he was close to losing faith in humanity.
The benches in the park, past which he made his walking route to nowhere, without a goal, were all filled with people walking, walking, and walking.
Having found one free half of a bench in one place, he walked with a confident step and, having reached it, asked permission to sit down.
– Sit down,– said the girl, who was dressed in a tracksuit and was probably either walking or returning from the gym, because there was a large sports bag on the bench nearby.
– Jan.
– Anna.
– Nice to meet you. Are you going to the gym or coming from the gym?
– No, I'm moving.
–To another city?
– No, my boyfriend and I broke up and had a fight.
–Make up again.
– Unlikely.
– Why?
– Yes, there is a reason there.
– I thought you were going to the gym because you were wearing a tracksuit,– said Jan, but he thought it was too simple an explanation because she had already given the reason, but he clearly wanted to engage the girl in conversation.
– Why are you walking in the park in the evening? Did your wife kick you out too? – Anna laughed.
– Wife… No, it’s normal with my wife, different things happen, but we love each other,– he said unexpectedly for himself and, perhaps, for her, who, perhaps, expected that he would start scolding his wife and voicing his difficult family situation.
– Then we need to go home.
– I don’t want to, it’s been a hard day, I don’t want to go home, and she doesn’t pick up the phone, maybe she’s offended.-
– For what?
– Maybe because I don't do much in bed, – said Jan, forgetting that he was talking to a completely random person on the street, even if she was a beautiful and young girl, he wanted to talk to someone, maybe even cry, like in childhood, but he had no close friends. He broke off relations with almost everyone after the wedding, because, firstly, his wife herself, then Diana hinted about it, and he himself did not want to, he wanted to devote more time to his family.
– Yes, we are like that, first we don’t give, then we complain why they don’t want us,– said Anna and adjusted her breasts, which, apparently, were either falling out from the ill-fitting bras, or they were simply sweaty under her sportswear.
He couldn’t understand anything, but, feeling that the girl wasn’t afraid of him and was talking to him as if he were a familiar person, without fear, he suggested going to a cafе, which beckoned from afar with a beautiful sign.
– Maybe some coffee?
– With pleasure.
They stood up and walked towards the establishment, and Jan offered to take her large sports bag in his hands.
– What's that? Panties?– he asked, teasing her a little.
– No, not only,– Anna answered, smiling.
She was quite tall and in heels she was now almost level with Jan's height, who was used to communicating with shorter girls, and his wife was below average height. He felt a slight discomfort, which his new acquaintance noticed.
– Are you uncomfortable with tall girls?
– Great, you imagined it,– he said and tried not to think about it anymore.
The cafe was quite prominently located and there were always a lot of visitors here, most often people ordered coffee and went for a walk in the park. But Anna and Jan decided to sit and order coffee.
– Have you already chosen the apartment where you will rent?
– Let's be informal.
– Okay, but do you know exactly where you’ll live, or will you look for it?
– How it goes, maybe I'll stay with a friend for a while, then we'll see. My parents live in the same city, but I categorically don't want to upset them, and what if they say again – "that I'm no good."
– Maybe I should help you with renting a place? This could be done if it wouldn't be too hard to accept my help, I would pay you the first month's rent or two, as it turns out.
– Well, I don’t know, it’s somehow awkward.
– It's uncomfortable to sleep on the ceiling, and that's normal, so don't think about it. The problem is that it will take time, and it can't be done today or tomorrow
– I understand. I have a friend, she doesn't know my boyfriend, and that's good, she won't nag me that he's like this, he's like that, I don't want to discuss him with anyone.
– Understand.
They exchanged glances, and that spark that runs between a guy and a girl when they meet happened, but it would be more correct to say that it continued to spark, because it had already started in the park, when he asked her about the panties in her bag.
– Your coffee.
– Can I have the bill right away? Thank you.
They left the cafe, and Jan suggested that they take a walk while finishing their coffee, and then give her a lift to his friend’s place by car, and she readily agreed.
The journey took about a quarter of an hour, but given the evening traffic jams it took longer. Anna's warm tracksuit was clearly not designed for such warm weather, and Jan noticed this and suggested that she take off her outer suit.
– I have this… There is nothing there, I just got dressed in a hurry, and suddenly we had a fight, during sex, I managed to throw a suit over my naked body and throw on my things, although I understand that he still had something left.
– My windows are tinted, I can’t see anything.
She pulled off her suit, and her breasts, which had seemed imprisoned before, were illuminated by the light, and the shape resembled a sculpture. If Jan had not been stuck in a traffic jam at that time, he could have flown into a ditch, but misfortune helped to prevent a second occurrence.
– I didn’t even have time to finish today,– Anna said, having already adjusted her pants in the crotch area.
They reached the courtyard. She put her suit back on, Jan took her bag and offered to carry it to the floor. Having gone up the elevator silently, she knocked on the door, but no one opened. When they were about to leave, her friend opened the door, apparently dozing, with disheveled hair and a robe on her body, under which there could only be underwear, because under the accidentally open hems only red panties were outlined in a triangle in the semi-darkness.
– Hi, I just got a message from you. Come in. Is this your boyfriend?
– This is my… boyfriend,– trying not to pause too long after the word – my- so as not to arouse suspicion.
I have a free room in the back, I'll go cook dinner, I left work this morning and slept all day.
Jan took the bag and carried it there.
– Will he live with you?
– He… Yes, but he has a lot of work, so he's often on business trips, so he'll rarely come by.
– I see. Mine also went on a business trip two years ago, and then wrote that he got married, forgive me, excuse me. Anyway, I won't let other guys near you except him, I don't want my house to turn into a brothel.
– Of course. He is very polite and calm.
– I see. I'm going to the store, I need to buy some groceries and for myself too.
– I will help you.
– No, I'll do it myself, I need to go for a walk, I slept all day, now I feel like a fool
She stepped out and the lock clicked. Anna pulled things out of the bag, which indeed contained panties, briefs, and some kind of strings in the shape of briefs. She took off her top suit and then took off her trousers.
– Hot.
– Yes, I'm a little sweaty too.
– So get undressed. Now you'll take a shower, have dinner and go to your beloved wife.
He took off his shirt and trousers and wanted to lie down on the bed, which was quite neatly made. Anna continued to run around the room, here and there, bending down and looking for something on the floor.
Suddenly she felt hands grab her stomach and press her to themselves. Anna felt the hard shaft sticking out of Jan's pants with her buttocks.
– Fuck me like a bitch,– and, putting her hands into his underpants, she first pulled them down to his knee, and, directing them towards her crotch, she impaled herself on him.
Ian felt the skin stretch and the frenulum hurt because the vagina was almost dry.
– I'm always like this at the beginning; it takes a long time to warm up.
– So you love for a long time.
He had thrust into her now as deep as he could. She bent over and massaged her nipples and breasts.
– Come on! Faster.
He began to make sharper movements, which is why he began to feel real moisture, tender, sticky. He had never cheated on his wife after the wedding, and today it seemed to him that he was having sex for the first time, these were completely different sensations, a different diameter of the hole, depth and shape, everything was different.
Here they both quite clearly heard that the door opened and the friend returned. But they did not want to stop, they continued, barely holding back their emotions, it was especially difficult for Jan, he wanted to swear and spank her buttocks.
The friend couldn't help but notice them having sex in the room. Her first thought was to join them, but she restrained herself and decided to masturbate in the hallway, next to their door, hearing their already very quiet movements, but still noticeable
They started whispering and talking quietly, and she heard it all and continued masturbating herself, sticking a few fingers of her hand into her crotch. She stuck a finger of her other hand into her anus and squatted down. She really wanted to cum before them, and she succeeded. She left a small stain on the floor, which she did not want to clean up on principle.
Ten minutes later Anna and Jan came out of the room, he kissed her and said that he had to go to work now, and that there might be a business trip. Five minutes later he left.
– Is he married?
– How do you know?
– I can see right through these dogs. Let's go have some tea, dinner will be ready soon.
In one day, Diana managed to go to a neighboring city to see a friend, ask for advice, and pour out her soul about why her relationship with her husband had not worked out. She herself worked as a cosmetologist, and her clients often became her friends, each of whom tried to give her own advice, while more than half of them were single or divorced.
There are people who like to give advice, there are those who like to listen to advice, she was one of those.
– Angela, maybe he has someone, yesterday he didn't even want to fuck, I was there all evening with my bare ass twisted, he was tense and didn't say anything. And it looks like yesterday he also jerked off before going to bed while I was lying next to him, and then she didn't say that she herself fucked with a silicone dick in her vagina.
– Oh, girlfriend. Rather, he has someone, and you need to dress more expressively, like a whore, to make him jealous, don't wear panties, I'll write you the address of a store right now, where it's better to get a big discount, don't take underwear, you don't need it, men pay little attention to this, they don't want to see us in underwear, you'll save money
She took a taxi back and the distance was quite short, like a suburb.
She dressed like this, as her friend advised, and first decided to take a walk around the city before going home, it was a day off for her.
She actually managed to dress in such a way that she looked like a train station whore.
A short skirt that was more like shorts or breeches. And because of the prominent shapes, the original model, which was supposed to be worn loosely, now turned out to be tight, contrasting the hollow of the crotch on the buttocks.
Diana, having walked two blocks in her city, where she had already returned in the evening, noticed that men were simply drilling her with their glances and fucking her with their eyes, she was very happy about this, she was on top of her sense of self-importance, which she believed she had lost in recent years in her marriage.
She wants to hook a man again, like she did when she was twenty, so that he would pour her drinks and take her to shops, court her, in the hope of seeing her breasts and touching her buttocks with his penis.
She wanted to become an expensive toy again, which people wanted to buy. The abandoned industrial premises that she encountered on the way were frightening from afar, but the trees that grew along the perimeter conveyed the peace of nature and calmed her down. The flowers that grew between the concrete slabs on the territory also added to the tranquility of this place, and so she, having forgotten the initial anxiety, did not notice how she found herself inside, passing through the practically unlocked gates, and, having found a bench, sat down.
She felt a peace that she had not felt for a long time, loneliness, and when no one sees you or bothers you, but at that time she heard a voice that did not allow her fantasies about the sea and moving into a state of zen to unfold.
– Aren’t you afraid to be here?
She looked back and saw a fairly decently dressed man who had apparently followed her into the area after seeing her on the bench.
– No, what's the big deal? It's only evening now.
– Of course, of course, but let me take you to the people, it’s dangerous to stay here alone.
He offered his hand and she stood up.
– I know a path there to the main road, it’s better to go through from there and go out into the city.
– Well, you are very kind, there are still gallant men.
– No problem.
The man was apparently walking after work, and in his hands he had some kind of bag that looked like her husband's.
– My husband has the same one.
– Are you married?
– A long time ago, I don’t even remember how long.
– Why does he let you go to such abandoned places?
– If I had found out, I would have probably scolded you, although…
– Although what?
– Nothing…
They walked very slowly, stepping on some slabs and wires that were lying everywhere here.
– Doesn’t anyone guard this territory?
– What is there to protect here? Bricks? Or walls? There will be a new housing complex soon anyway, they will demolish all this.
The last building that separated the perimeter from the main street of the city was made of red brick, with broken glass that was located at a great height, closer to the ceiling.
Diana, passing a pile of rusty rails, felt a strong grip on her waist and a squeeze on her chest. The man, whose name she never learned, not wanting to introduce himself, grabbed her and pressed her to himself.
She felt a strong excitement that she had last experienced on her wedding day.
His hands reached for her hips, and then, moving up to her buttocks and pubis, and the fact that she was without panties helped him to insert his fingers into her crotch the first time. She felt a wild delight, and said nothing, except for her breathing filling the silence. The silence that had come here after the production had stopped.
– Bend over, bitch!
She obediently bent down and spread her legs so as not to fall on the dirty floor, on which all sorts of things were lying. And without expecting it from herself, she spread her buttocks, as she always did when her husband fucked her, teasing her for anal sex later.
The smell in this room was clearly not amber, but this smell excited Diana so much that she could no longer stop in her fantasies and desires.
– Come on, hurry up.
She felt his penis with her crotch and tried to clamp it with the walls of her vagina, and she did it well.
– Oh, it's like you're sucking it with your pussy now.
She took it as a compliment and added:
– Oh, what are you saying, I can do other things, for example…– and before she could finish speaking, she had a strong orgasm, which made her thighs wet, and something got on the man’s balls.
– Are you finished?
– Yes, otherwise, damn, it’s not noticeable.
– Swear, now I'm going to cum in your anus. I'll wet the head with your moisture.
He took his palms, collected what flowed out of her slit, lubricated his penis and her anus in the sphincter area. It seemed to him that the entrance to the anus was now more tender for him than to the vagina.
– Cum inside me, spill your sperm, I want to go home with your sperm in my ass and kiss my husband.
– It will drain.
– I'll squeeze, my ass is trained. I was a virgin when my husband got me, but three years before that I fucked in the ass and sucked, – she said, as if she was giving a report to an audience, without gasping for breath, and very calmly, except that the tone of the conversation changed in time with the time, as she rocked back and forth a little from the thrusts of a man whose name she didn't even want to know.
She felt warmth, she felt.
– Squeeze harder, there’s a lot of sperm there, you’ll spill it, otherwise you won’t be able to deliver it,– the man said and fell silent.
By the time she straightened up and looked around, his small silhouette was already disappearing around the corner of the building.
She took a handkerchief out of her bag, wiped her forehead and put the handkerchief back. After that, she lifted the hem of her skirt, looked at her crotch as best she could, and, pulling the hem back down, walked towards the road.
Diana's thoughts were about the cake she had eaten yesterday with her husband, and now she was remembering its taste. She was walking along a road where a large number of cars were driving at high speed, and one of them, which had stopped at a bus stop, began to flash its turn signals.
She reached it, opened the door, a guy appeared and offered to give her a ride, and she agreed.
– You have a nice ass.
– Oh, and only the ass.
– I only saw her longer when I was driving by, then you were left behind. Now I see that my breasts are visible too.
The guy was wearing only briefs, to which she looked at him in surprise and asked
– It’s probably hot too.
– I'm coming from far away, so what, I don't break the rules. Which street are you going to?
– To Kuznetskaya.
– Where is the new high-rise building in the shape of the letter "P"?
– Yes, house 31,– said Diana, although she lived in house 46.
The car pulled up to house number 31.
– Well, here we go.
– I don't feel well, so I decided to go for a walk today. Would you like to walk me to the landing?
– Okay, I'll put on my pants now.
They went out and walked towards the entrance, and she started "looking" for the keys. The guy said that the door was already open.
– They probably opened the doors because of the heat, putting up bricks to air out the entrance,– he said and invited them to come in.
They entered the elevator, and Diana, having entered, stood with her backside to the buttons, and when the cabin started moving, she kept trying to press them so that it would stop, but it did not stop, and so they reached the twelfth floor.
– Thank you.
– You're welcome.
– But I would like to thank you for your kindness in taking the time to take the poor girl home, and I went down to the landing below, between the twelfth and thirteenth floors, and squatted down.
Her crotch, like a mound, was clearly visible even from afar through her thin shorts. She spread her knees and began to look at the sky through the window.
The guy came up to her, pulled out his dick and started masturbating in front of her face. She brought her lips closer, licking her tongue, and started swallowing it deeper and deeper.
– I'm going to finish now, I haven't had a girlfriend for a long time.
– Let's do it in the pussy instead.
He bent her over quickly, pulling down her barely-there shorts, which were quite tight.
He thrust it straight into her vagina and, before he had time to do five frictions , he filled her with sperm. Diana, feeling this, quickly clamped her labia so that they wouldn't leak out.
– I’ll take it home,– she said, and added, – Goodbye,– running her hands over his balls and sticky shaft, and then licking her fingers with her lips.
The guy came down, and she, after waiting a little more time, went down in the elevator, squeezing her crotch tightly so that not a drop would leak out.
She got home quite quickly, through the courtyards. Entering the apartment, she took off all her clothes, threw them in the hallway and lay down on her stomach on the bed. That's how she fell asleep. Drops of sperm from the anus and vagina began to flow out in small drops, and later, when she fell asleep, they made a large stain on the snow-white sheet that she had laid out in the morning before leaving.
Ian returned closer to ten in the evening and, having found Diana's things on the floor in the hallway, went to check in the rooms, where she was. Seeing her, spread out on her stomach in the bedroom, he returned to the kitchen, made coffee, despite the evening, and began to check the messages. Are there any new messages. He wanted to write again to Nadya, who is now at a birthday party, according to her, and that, although he promised her, he changed his mind and, having a snack of sandwiches, went to the bedroom. Tomorrow was a day off, and he, having undressed, really wanted his wife in all the cracks.
He lay down next to her and began to examine her from all sides in the already dim lighting of the bedroom. He saw a stain on the sheet near her crotch and decided to sniff it, and it was not her moisture.
The rage he felt was beyond words, and he said nothing, he didn't even want to wake his wife.
– She’s already started bringing fuckers home, bitch!– he thought and, getting dressed quickly, left the apartment.
Diana felt it all, and his furious look from the flowing from her crotch, and how he left, she did not sleep. She only wanted to find her silicone penis, and, having found it on the floor, she stood up and, having moved it further from the bed, began to sit on it, and there was no need for lubrication, the sperm that was still there a little helped her warm up and begin to flow, flow, like the crown of a tree in the spring, from which the juice seeps through a cut trunk across. Her vagina resembled this shape of the slit.
She felt good, ashamed and hurt, and all together it made up a cocktail of feelings that she felt through the perineum with the tips of the neurons in her brain.
Having already dialed Nadya’s number, he made sure that she would soon be going home, and if it wasn’t too much trouble, he could give her a ride home.
– I'll be there, tell me the address.
It turned out to be very close to his house, but on a different street.
He got there pretty quickly, but he didn't know where he had to go next. And, having reached the yard, he turned off the engine and began to look at the messages that had come from Anna, his new acquaintance on the bench: "Good night, darling, I hope you read this and not your wife."
A minute later Nadya came out, and at first he didn’t even recognize her, because she was a completely different girl from the one he was used to seeing at work.
She was wearing tight jeans today, which showed off her slender figure, and especially her legs, so slender, like slingshots, and Jan grabbed his cock and adjusted it in his pants, because it had gotten up and caught on something, it was painful.
– Hello.
– You look amazing.
– I know.
– How did the celebration go?
– Yes, we sat there, no one remembered about the birthday, it looks like someone fucked our mutual friend in the toilet of a friend and either intentionally or accidentally hung condoms in a visible place. There weren't many people, there are suspicions about who did it, but I don't care.
– You have a fun party.
– Yes, these idiots do this all the time when they're visiting, there's one couple there.
– Where are we going?
– Home.
– Well, will you tell me the address? – asked Jan, smiling.
– Straight ahead for now.
The car pulled into the lane, and Nadya, who was sitting in front, said:
– The thongs are stuck in and pulling.
– I'll stop you now, you'll fix it.
– Just a quick one.
She lifted her pelvis, unfastened the belt of her trousers, pulled down the zipper, put her left hand in, holding onto the car door handle with her right, adjusted something there and sat back down, performing all the operations in the opposite direction.
– Okay now. Right here.
– There are no houses further from here.
– I know. I want… I want to be the head of the department.
– Didn't understand.
– I want to become a senior employee of our department, with the prospect of growth. Well, if…
– Are you married?
– No, but I have a boyfriend, he’s some kind of troublemaker, he writes poetry, he’s an idiot, basically.
– Why an idiot right away?
– I don't have time for him now. I want, I want… for you to fuck me like a thing, now, here, everywhere. But I'm afraid you won't be enough for all the holes, if you don't agree, tell me right away.
– It’s okay, I’ll take you and your holes into account in my plans at work.
– I'm obedient, I'll do everything. You'll fuck me in the car or we'll go outside, there's a small forest belt there, you could fuck me more comfortably there.
– Went.
They walked like mushroom pickers go into the forest, but it was night, they had no baskets, and their intentions were completely different now. Nadya walked ahead, showing the way with her light trousers, and slowly starting to lower her trousers, so that now she was walking with a completely naked bottom, but the trousers were stretchy and hung well on her hips and did not slide down completely.
They reached the first tree that was big enough for Nadya to lean on, and here she stopped, braced herself with her hands, and bent down as far as she could.
– I want you in the ass.
– It’s narrow, but I’ll widen it with toys especially for you.
– Okay, I'll do it the classic way, beta version.
– Try me, come in, have me like a whore, I'm your toy, come on…
Jan was a little confused, but pulled himself together, in the literal and reverse sense of the words, and carried his penis, holding it with one hand, to her crotch. Not wanting to retreat from the original goal, he first entered her front slit, and when she began to wriggle, he wanted to enter her anus, and, as he did not expect for himself, he succeeded, though she moaned loudly, but it seemed that she was also waiting for this, she began to run her hands back, hoping to catch on to his penis, which, as soon as it emerged, again sank between her buttocks into her ass
– I want you to cum inside me.
Jan imagined himself fucking his wife, but realizing that he would most likely not be able to sleep with her anymore and would have to get a divorce. Imagining all this bitterness of the picture, he, without even noticing how he came once, continued to fuck her in the ass.
– If you cum a second time, you will be a superman for me, and you will be my top guy.
He also understood that such a girl could not have not had a boyfriend or at least a sexual partner, and all these mixed feelings did not tell him – stop-, they told him – fuck, fuck, while you can stand it and have the strength-, and he continued.
During this time, she managed to have one strong orgasm, which he didn’t even notice because he was busy thinking about his wife.
When he had already pulled it out, Nadya was still excited and at her peak.
– You’ll walk me home, you’re a gentleman,– she said playfully, adjusting her pants.
– Of course, we agreed.
– I didn’t forget about other agreements.
– I haven't forgotten. Get in, let's go.
They drove the whole way, and he kept imagining the scene in which he would say that it was time for them to part; he tried to push these thoughts away, but they returned again.
– Something is bothering you,– Nadya said very quietly and languidly.
– It's fine. Everything is fine.
– Will you stay with me until the morning? I live alone. I took out a mortgage, so I'm making ends meet as best I can. I didn't have time to furnish the apartment, I have no money, but I do have a big bed, I didn't spare any money for it. This bed should earn its price. I invested in my cunt.
– What did you invest in?
– Heard.
Jan felt that the Nadya at work was not the same as in life. And today he liked it, he liked the dialogues, the frankness in her words.
– I will come to you, maybe even move in.
– And your wife?
– Well, it’s a long story, I don’t want to.
Nadya, who had not expected such a turn of events, switched to the home Nadya regime and began to offer him to cook the food he liked most. But, as it turned out, he did not have a favorite food, he ate everything.
– I'll cook you a roast, it cooks quickly, I like this dish myself. First we'll go to the shower, then I'll put all the ingredients in the oven, and after drinking, we'll go to the bedroom for intercourse.
– The algorithm you described is worthy of a senior specialist in the development department.
– Accepted.
Her house really wasn’t all ready; in one room the renovation hadn’t even begun.
– It would be a nursery if I get married or just give birth. There's the bathroom, I'll join you now, I need to go to the toilet.
– You can pee there.
– You're a pervert, I like it.
They stood for a long time under the warm shower, and it seemed that they were sleeping standing up, if not for the slow movements of Nadya’s hips, which she launched between Jan’s legs, squeezing his flesh.
She knelt down and began to swallow his cock, which had already reached its working state. It disappeared entirely into her throat, which he could not understand – how it was possible, but she did it with such ease, as if she were swallowing a candy. But her throat was trained and easily passed his head further, without resistance.
She knew how to give deep throat blowjobs professionally, and at one point she almost swallowed his balls at once.
This excited Jan so much that he poured out such a large amount of sperm that she almost choked, but she held herself steady, and you could feel the skill with which she mastered this technique.
– I'll go put the roast on. Five minutes to cut the potatoes and vegetables, and five minutes to cut the meat, and I'll come to you. In the meantime, go to bed, my king!
– Okay, I'm waiting.
Jan woke up in the morning and woke up from the smell of roast food, which he really loved. Nadya got up early and warmed everything up.
– You fell asleep yesterday, the cat was tired.
– Yes, yesterday was not my day.
– So today will be yours.
She sat in a front apron, which was worn over her naked body, and was barefoot.
– Aren't you hot in your apron?– Jan asked, jokingly.
– This is so that you don’t accidentally scald your pussy,– she said, without looking up from setting the table.
– It looks very aromatic and delicious.
– And if you eat it, you'll like it even more.
Nadya took off her apron, and now she looked like who she really was. Her breasts very neatly decorated the entire upper part of her beautiful body. Her stomach seemed to stick to her back, it was so thin, and her narrow waist complemented the grace of her figure.
The thighs were well trained, it could not be hidden, and the crotch was separated from the inner thighs by a strip, which seemed to cling to the legs like hinges to the ass.
Her whole body expressed passion, sex, the smell of orgasm, and she understood it perfectly, investing in herself.
Breakfast, which was supposed to be dinner, revived Jan so much that his mood became so playful that he completely forgot what happened yesterday and imagined that this was his wife, that now, as soon as she gained strength, he would fuck her the way he wanted.
And looking at her graceful body, he wondered where to fuck her to bring both her and himself to the highest point of orgasm.
– Let's have a cup of coffee and go to the bedroom.
– OK, darling.
He finished his cup first and walked towards the bedroom.
– Have you forgotten anything?
He turned around and saw Nadya, who was sitting with one leg on a chair and caressing her labia.

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