Night call. The erotic novel of infidelity

– 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 café, 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