Night call. The erotic novel of infidelity

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 café 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 soufflé 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.