Sometimes Alice woke up deep in the night. This happened especially often on windy and rainy nights. Vague sleep outside the window interrupted her sensitive, alert sleep. Someone's footsteps seemed to her, sighs were heard, full of longing and desires, the attentive gaze in the slits of the curtains seemed to be looking. She felt as if she had been put on a giant microscope slide and now every tiny wrinkle on her beautiful face known to her, every mole, is being scrutinized. “I am beautiful, I am beautiful!” - she said in a dull manner to herself in those hours.

My husband slept nearby. His childish, ingenuous face did not attract or repel Alice. She treated him as a thing absolutely necessary and inevitable in household use. When it was necessary, he gave her pleasure, otherwise - it looked like worn slippers. She was pleased to feel his body - warm, habitual. When he was exposed, the bloom of femininity was felt in his light fullness, soft, rounded movements. The changed face had acquired a touch of pained expression. Alice hurt him several times in intimate moments and saw that he gets pleasure from it. This unconsciously bothered her, because she herself would like to visit him. Several times she tried to humiliate herself, to awaken in him the feelings of a sovereign owner, a little careless in her relations with her. But he only helplessly smiled, covering her face with tender kisses, and whispered words of love and gratitude that were inappropriate at these moments. When Alice finally realized that her husband could never fully satisfy her deepest desires, she immediately began to feel the lustful looks of other men on herself - just the way it was before marriage.

When Harald settled in the next house, Alice began to wake up at night.

Occasionally they met by chance on the street, exchanging nothing in insignificant phrases. Harald was not always clean-shaven, his unbuttoned shirt barely covered his tanned chest covered with thin silky hairs. His courageous face seemed to Alice to be the personification of an active male principle. She involuntarily compared him with her husband - - the comparison was not in favor of the latter.

After some time, Alice began to visit strange images: then Harald, slightly tipsy, self-confident, and even a little impudent, climbs out the window and seizes her power, she feels the musky smell of his excited body, formally resists, but eventually she is forced to surrender while feeling an incredible excitement and at the same time experiencing an incomparable sensation of humility. She completely surrenders to this energetic dork, she is ready to kneel before him, smell his slightly crooked long legs and utterly repeat, “I am yours! I am yours!”

Sometimes Alice was even afraid of visions visiting her. A married, prosperous woman — and suddenly such a thing ... But passion prevailed. She wanted someone to bridle and spur on her, sending her sexual aspirations with a firm hand.

That night, her husband left for a business trip, and Alice, wringing herself with fruitless fantasies, was forgotten by a sensitive, disturbing dream. When the window glass clinked and the frame opened slightly, letting in the room a flood of moonlight and fresh night air, she only started, continuing to be between sleep and reality. As if with an inner vision, she saw a man's figure appear in the window opening. “This is Harald!” - Alice flashed through her head and she, already fully awake, continued to lie motionless, as if hypnotized. The man gently jumped to the floor and slunk over to her. His intentions were completely obvious: he carefully took off his trousers on the move, his rebellious flesh enthusiastically stuck up, leaving no doubt what would follow.

Shame, fear and desire fought in Alice. Her bosom moistened from one kind of long-awaited lover. And when he yanked off the blanket from her and unceremoniously took possession of her, she only weakly fought back, rather imitating resistance, but in fact passionately surrendering to what was happening.

The night guest treated her rather rudely and unceremoniously, delivering this long-awaited delight to Alice. “Oh, Harald! Oh, Harald! ”- she whispered in a frenzy.

When he fully possessed her, penetrating the whole depth of the shell, inflamed with lust, she experienced a moment of pervasive bliss.

It ended quickly and simply.

- - And you are nothing! - said the man, smiling strangely. - - If I knew, I would roll officially.

Alice, peering finally into the face of a stranger, saw with horror that this was not Harald at all, but a completely unfamiliar man. He was still lying on top of her, sipping sweetly, obviously ready to repeat his onslaught.

“First comer!” - flashed through Alice’s head. The horror was replaced by painful lust. “Let him do whatever he wants. Once again I will give myself to him. I belong to him all entirely, ”she choked on her own thoughts. Her legs, stretched to the sides, strained and, with bitterness, she began to push her body towards the reviving flesh of the stranger. Again, a wave of voluptuousness rolled, and along with her from the depths of her being, prolonged sobs suddenly burst out: “Does this look like the beginning of the fall?” “Harald, oh Harald!” She continued to sob.

When it was all over again, the man got up, calmly picked up the pants from the floor, not looking in the direction of Alice, remarked with a matter of indifference: - - Of course, I’m not Harald, but I’ll certainly tell him that they are waiting for him here.

Sometimes Alice woke up deep in the night. Especially often it happened on windy nights ...