He liked the new job. A small office in the very center of Moscow. Convenient parking was a pleasant surprise.

They were the Moscow branch of a large trading company, which employed only two dozen people, but all the time there were only three security guards on the ground floor, the head of the branch and his assistant.

With the arrival of summer, the tireless activity in the office died down and they had plenty of time to establish friendly relations.

John, being his twenty-eight very promising manager, received in Moscow his first managerial position as the best boss, it was difficult to wish for. He appeared first, taut and fresh, drank coffee with the staff and disappeared by five in the evening for the next talks.

The assistant manager, as well as the secretary and part-time accountant turned out to be a pleasant young woman of twenty-five. Being a hot brunette, Ella wore short haircuts, which made her look even more youthful.

Being a married woman (he sometimes caught a glimpse of her husband as an employee of a transport company who met her in the evenings on a silver Passat), Ella took over the arrangement of the entire economic life of the office. She was equally serious about her reports and the lunch menu they ordered to the office after long consultations with John. They ate together, and John was a frank gourmet.

Usually the day was spent in work and amicable picks in between. He was ordered another report on the food brand, and Ella enjoyed spending her free time to help him with the processing of countless materials and questionnaires. Slightly flirting with a new marketer, she did not overstep the bounds of decency, but it didn’t escape his view that with her appearance Ella began to spend much longer time near the mirror in the toilet room before sitting at her workplace. She painted pretty boldly, but stylishly. But the strict business suits did not hide her miniature slim figure.

His table stood perpendicular to the Hellenic and he could admire her slender legs.

The birthday of John, they celebrated the three of us, drinking a bottle of quite good champagne. Blessed with gifts and congratulations, John in the most cheerful mood left for the next negotiations, having previously presented him with Ella invitations to the party, which was to be held tomorrow at his friend's restaurant.

Until the evening, they were left alone, but for the time being they continued to sit at an uncleaned table among glasses, smoked and chatted slowly.

The conversation revolved around John, they joked a little about the excessive affection of John to his friend.

- Looks like he lives in Moscow without a girlfriend, poor thing. - Ella sighed.

- Ellochka! Looks like you put your eyes on the boss. He does not even know what danger he is!

She laughed.

- No way. First of all, I'm married. And happy married. And secondly ... - she thought for a moment. - It would be somehow unfair to John.

Now he laughed.

“Woe to us married men.” It is terrible to hear what married ladies say.

- No, no - Ella shook her finger. - No cheating. In the adultery is always a woman loses. Although, certain charms probably have.

- Of course. And what? Only now he noticed that Ella drank too much and was under the influence of champagne in a strange euphorically-excited state, when self-control was easily lost.

“Well, really, it's hard to say that right away,” she drawled, and he admired her profile. Sitting half-turned towards him, Ella wistfully looked at the treetops swaying outside the window. An almost voluptuous smile roved across her face.

About admiring her elastic chest, tightly stretching white T-shirt, worn under a silver-gray business suit. With her legs crossed, Ella clearly forgot about the length of the skirt and her legs, covered with black tights with a slight sheen, were completely exposed. She swayed to her thoughts with a pointed toe of lacquered sandals on a seven-centimeter heel, held on the heel with the thinnest strap and thoughtfully twisted the wedding ring worn on her finger.

He suddenly painfully wanted to take possession of her immediately. Unnoticed by the girl, he lowered his hand on the table and stroked his tense cock through his trousers.

- Men! You are so greedy, impatient about only when you want it. And husbands - she smiled - real grief. For three years I have had a little sex on Sundays only - when my husband has slept, eat, watch football on TV, and finally wants his rightful half. And then more on duty. And sometimes you want, what would, you know ... caught up with passion, what would have swirled ... And then more and more like in a joke ... the wife puts on new lingerie and comes to the bedroom to her husband, and he shouts ... again dressed up to my mother! We were with her this week!

They scattered.

- It's funny. Yes, not so much - and she, having wobbled on high heels, got up to collect glasses.

“I will help,” he hurried, and inadvertently touched her hand. Ella flinched and flushed as she pulled her hand away too sharply.

She left the kitchen and, following her, he saw that she was loading glasses in the dishwasher.

Approaching her from behind, he put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her passionately on the lips. To his surprise, this faithful wife offered no resistance. On the contrary, his kiss was returned a hundredfold.

Her tongue quickly vibrated in his mouth, the smell of Organza and champagne was dizzy.

“I want you madly, madly,” her lips whispered near her ear, and her fingers hurriedly tinkled with the buckle of his belt. He helped her a little and suddenly he was completely naked.

God, how beautiful you are - she whispered and following her gaze, he saw their reflection in the next mirror - a naked man with a tightly jutting up dick, a tight-fitting brunette in her arms.

He knelt and ran his palms from lifting his legs to his hips, enjoying the touch of warm nylon, then slipped under his skirt and squeezed the Hellenes buttocks. Then he found the fastener and unzipped the skirt. Ella stepped over the fabric that fell at her feet and, with a toe of her shoes, tossed her skirt aside. Now she remained in a semi-flaky jacket and claws, which he was surprised to find were dressed in a naked body. The cotton gusset between her legs was completely wet.

- You're just a satyr.

Raising his head, he realized that she was enjoying the spectacle that opened before her in the mirror.

Her hand lay on his hair and pulled down. Leaning back in a chair against the wall, she pressed his face to her crotch and he felt the characteristic smell of a hot woman.

Through pantyhose, he squeezed her lips with lips and manicured fingers dug into his shoulder. He caressed her so, until he heard the first quiet moan and then unfolded it, forcing him to kneel in the chair.

Pulling off tights from the waist to the hips, he exposed the Hellenes buttocks. Stroking the smooth skin of the inner thigh with his palms, he felt the girl startle at his touch.

Having squeezed the elastic buttocks, he pulled Ella over by sticking a dick standing at the stake. I wasn’t talking about any kind of affection - he just took it, greedily and inconsiderably.

When Ella moved in her chair, trying to find a more comfortable position, he simply pressed her more tightly, continuing to wield a member like a ram.

When he finally finished, Ella remained lying crouched in a chair.

When he found his jacket, he took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

- Will you give a cigarette?

Ella slipped from the chair and perched on the carpeted floor near his feet. He involuntarily admired her - every woman is beautiful in the first ...