sat on a stool, then slowly got up. He kept looking, his eyes just burning her body. Hand, which Lera caressed herself, she put it to the glass and held down. There were wet streaks on the glass that he was supposed to see. After she climbed onto the bed, turned on the TV, and not seeing what was happening on the screen, thought about it. She was a little ashamed, and suddenly other people saw it, but at that moment she could not help it, she was young and alive, and she had no constant lover.

Sergey just could not believe his eyes. Everything was like in a dream. The blood beat in the temples, the heart was pounding, the excitement was simply unbearable. He stood looking at the empty window and the curtains drawn, and went into the room. My wife reclined on the couch and read a book. She was a pretty slender woman, but they didn’t have much love, rather a habit of each other. Sergey stopped near the sofa, took the book from her hands. She looked up in surprise.

- What's the matter?

“Nothing,” he answered hoarsely, “I want you.” Now.

He sat down, turned her around, so that his legs were on the floor, he pulled off his robe, that the buttons scattered in different directions, tore off his panties, pulled him to him. Lips literally dug into her lips, one hand greedily caressed her chest, the other sank between her legs and began to caress her tender flesh. Olga, who had not yet recovered from such an onslaught, meekly surrendered to his caresses. The lips between the legs were swollen and moist. Sergei unbuttoned his jeans, and clasping his wife’s waist with a force entered into her. Quickly, strongly, he threw out his excitement, and in his eyes stood a woman from the window opposite, caressing herself. When it was all over, his wife went into the bath, and Sergei sat on the sofa and thought about how to meet a stranger.

- Sergei, what's wrong with you! - Olga, wrapped in a towel, entered the room.

- Nothing, I'm sorry, accumulated here in recent days. I'll take a shower and take a walk.

Out on the street, he looked at her window. The curtains were also tightly drawn. He walked around the house, stood at the door. Having estimated the apartment number, I went up to the required floor. He stood at the door, went out into the yard and lit a cigarette. "Well, what shall I tell her?" He sat down on a bench in the yard and waited. Just wait, what if it comes out.

Lera made a decision, picked up the phone and dialed the number.

“Hello,” said the voice on the phone, after the beeps.

- Igor, hello! This is Lera. Found out?

- Hello! You haven't called for a long time. How are you?

- Nothing, miss you. We can meet?

- Of course, I am free today.

- Good. Come in the evening, about eight o'clock, I will cook dinner.

- Agreed. Until.

Lera hung up and got out of bed, began to dress. Igor was an old friend, once a lover. They called each other rarely, only when it was very necessary. He did not ask too many questions and did not suffer prejudices. They just got sex from each other, not binding themselves with feelings and obligations.

“We need to buy meat, cheese, vegetables for dinner. Igor will bring the wine, ”the girl reflected, brushing her hair in front of the mirror. Taking a handbag, I left the apartment and began to go down the stairs. Going out she immediately saw him. A wave of hot desire ran through the body, but having made a calm face, she went around the yard.

“She” - Sergey got up, his throat was dry, and he headed towards Lera.

“Girl, excuse me,” Sergey’s voice trembled treacherously, “do you live in this house?”

- Yes. Why? - Lera stopped.

“God! What a beautiful one! ”- Sergey stared at her, with fluffy hair, full lips, stunning green eyes. Chest covered with a thin blouse, hollow in the context of a pair of undone buttons.

- So what did you want?

- I: It is: - Sergey felt like a complete fool, - I understand: Well, you saw me and saw what I saw you. - he is completely confused.

“Well, why are you dear, let's say you are lost” - Lera smiled to herself, and said out loud:

- Sorry, you probably made a mistake, I have no time.

She turned and walked on. He remained standing with his mouth open, looking at the receding girl.

“Damn, stupid ass, could not say anything” - Sergey got angry and went home. He walked in, silently walked past his wife, lay down on the bed, turned away from the wall.

Having bought all that is necessary, Lera returned home. There was nobody in the yard. In the window opposite, too, no one. “Sorry, so quickly gave up” - she thought a bit disappointedly. I prepared dinner, went into the shower and began to dress for the arrival of Igor. Stockings, shoes, light black long dress. Panties did not wear. Some cosmetics and perfume. After seeing herself in the mirror, Lera snorted: "The girl is ready for sex."

Igor came at exactly eight. Smacking Leroux on the cheek, saying a couple of compliments, giving the wine, walked into the room.

- Do you need help in the kitchen? - he asked.

- Do not, I'll bring everything now, open only the wine.

Dinner, talk about anything, light music. Lera went to the window, opened the curtains. He was on the contrary, as always sat and smoked. Igor came up from behind, hugged his waist, began to kiss his shoulder.

Sergey did not notice how he fell asleep. I woke up, looked at the clock. The ninth hour. There was no wife, there was a note on the table: “Gone to meet the wives of your new colleagues, I will be back at ten o'clock”. He went to the kitchen, put the kettle on, looked out the window. The windows were curtained. “Hasn't she arrived yet?” He thought. After drinking coffee, Sergey lit a cigarette. And then the curtains opposite opened wide, and she appeared. In a tight dress with bare shoulders and flowing hair. Sergey was just happy, but then he saw a man who approached her from behind, hugged his waist and began to kiss the round shoulder. “She is mine, don't touch!” - I wanted to shout out to Sergey. But she was not his, did not even want to talk to him.

Igor's hands slid along his stomach, slightly touching his chest. The lips kissed the shoulder, neck, began to tickle the earlobe. Here Igor interrupted:

- And what is this bloke sitting and gazing in the window opposite? - he asked.

- Let him look, I like it! - answered Lera.

- As you want! - Igor calmly treated women's whims, and his lips again began to ear.

Hands covered breasts, nipples under the dress tightened. Lera put her hands behind her back, unbuttoned Igor's pants, and began to caress his cock. He slowly lowered his dress with one hand and bared his chest with excited nipples. Another slowly stroking the thigh, raised the edge of the dress. When he reached the pubis, he began to gently stroke the swollen wet folds. Lera slightly spread her hips, enjoying the skillful fingers. Her eyes clouded over, but she didn’t take her eyes off Sergey. He looked offended, evil, but at the same time his gaze expressed simply wild desire. Lera turned to Igor, the dress fell to the floor. Unbuttoning his shirt, she began to kiss his chest, sinking below. Kneeling down, she wrapped her lips around his excited cock and slowly began to immerse him in her mouth. She deployed Igor specifically to see Sergey. Lips slid easily over smooth skin, a hand gently wrapped around the trunk. Rising from her knees, Lera rested her hands on the window sill and arched her back. Igor grabbed her hips and dick, pushing the hot wet sponge, entered the entire length.

A moan escaped Lera’s lips, she looked at Sergey, as if she was showing him that Igor should be in his place. Igor accelerated the pace, faster and faster, and when Lera reached the peak of pleasure, he ceased to restrain himself, and her entire bosom filled with hot man juice.

Sergey just went crazy. He saw how she looked at him, how she surrendered to a man. When it was all over she closed the curtains, and again he was left alone with her excitement and desire.

When Igor left, Lera went to the window. He sat and watched. "This is stubborn," she thought. After sending a kiss and waving a pen, she lay down in bed, stretched herself blissfully and fell into a dream, but then the doorbell rang.

“Well, that's it, I can’t take it anymore, she is just mocking me” - Sergey jumped up, dressed frantically and ran out into the street.In an instant, having overcome the distance between the houses, he flew up to its floor and confidently pressed the bell. No one opened, it was quiet outside the door. He pressed again and again, but no one opened it to him. He returned home with nothing.

A week has passed. They saw each other in the windows, but Lera no longer played with him. She was not up to it. She was successfully offered a two-room apartment at a low price. She borrowed money, found a buyer for her apartment and issued all the documents for a new purchase. On Friday, in the evening she began to collect things, tomorrow new owners should move in, and she will move into her own. He saw her fees and understood everything. In his eyes saw melancholy and hopelessness.

She is gone. It's all over. Sergey even got drunk that day. The wife did not understand his mood, but he did not care. On Sunday evening, the doorbell rang. Sergey opened. On the threshold stood a boy of twelve.

- Who do you want?

- you. Come out, please, on the site.

Sergey came out in surprise.

“One aunt asked me to convey to you, personally,” the boy extended a small paper bundle, “and asked you to watch it without anyone.”

The boy shoved the bundle into Sergey’s hands and ran down the stairs. He shoved the bundle in his jeans pocket and returned to the apartment.

- Seryozha, who is there? - from the room asked wife.

- I do not know, - he grunted, - were mistaken.

He went into the bathroom, closed the door to the latch. Ripped paper. There were white lace panties with the words: “I want you! Come! ”And below was the address and signature:“ The girl from the window opposite. ”