Alain loved to dress long. As if searching for the lost thing, she walked around the apartment in stockings, bra and panties, catching on her back the scorching look of her husband. Dima used to sit on the couch, stretching his legs, and tried to show with all appearances that he was terribly tired of this "one-man show." The hips were moderately wide, the waist was narrow, and the chest, despite the fifth year of marriage and the second child, remained girlishly tall and elastic.

“Alena, if you’re in a hurry, we’ll surely be late.” The persistent erection made it difficult for me to say the words in an underlined indifferent or even dissatisfied tone.

“I just can't find the blue combination,” Alena replied from the room.

- Put on the other ... does it matter?

- Of course not? - Alain appeared on the threshold of the room. Not finding the blue, she wore a pink combination and now gently pushing her hip, she seemed to give her husband the opportunity to admire her fair figure.

“Alain,” he said almost imploringly. \ "Offended \", Dima thought. And it was really true. Alain didn’t understand how not to admire her. From the age she understood the meaning of the word \ "compliment," she could not imagine herself in a different way, except as a host of tokens of men. The unfortunate one who, due to inexperience or lack of proper upbringing, forgot to admire her aspen waist, eye color or delicate skin, became her fierce enemy. She even got married because Dima, more often than the other suitor, spoke, words amusing her inordinate vanity.

Banquet arranged Alex. He was a prominent man of about 40. He appeared in the city recently, and immediately became his in those circles where they prefer to play in a cool way. At first there was just a commercial store, then there were two of them, and soon Aleksey, having connected his capital with the money of another businessman, took over almost the entire trading network of the city. There was, however, another area of ​​activity in which Alexey succeeded, but they preferred to keep silent about it.

Alena worked as a salesman in one of Alexey’s stores. When Dima lost his job, she arranged for him there as a freight forwarder.

- Oh, what guests!

- At the door to the large hall of the restaurant \ "Frost \", the hero of the occasion was standing and smiling with a lifeless smile. Unlike many \ "the king

Cove \ ", Alexei did not boast his money and position and could easily \" smear \ "vodka with porters and weigh the courtesy of the ugliest of saleswomen. Come in, come in! Dmitry, how are you? Fine! Alena, forget, the first dance is for me. - Alain nice smiled and felt like a pleasant excitement swept her. \ "What a man! With him, I ... maybe I would have allowed myself everything ..., or almost everything. At the last moment I would certainly ... refuse, but he, like a real one (a gentleman, would not insist or be offended Not like this one! ”And she cast a displeased glance at Dima.

Then there were toasts, congratulations, and Alain was looking forward to when the music finally broke out, and she ... Oh, how nice! What a delight it is to be in the center of attention \ ”catch admiring glances of men and envious women! Would rather! And so ... the music began to play.

... So, as I promised, Alain, I'm at your feet. Will you allow, Dima? - He stretched out his hand to Alena, and she, all flushing with embarrassment, like a girl, jumped out of her chair.

- Thank you, you are so kind! - For a moment, Alexey's face changed, something like contempt flashed in his cold, empty eyes, which was immediately replaced by a polite smile on duty. And taking the hand laughing Alain, he led her to the center of the hall.

- God, if you knew how boring it is! With whatever joy, I would run away from here!

- What are you, Alexey, here is so much fun, everyone knows you, respects you ...

- Throw, Alain, they respect my money! And so I would like to ... even though some of them saw my soul ... - Alena's heart ached. She wanted to right here, now cling to this strong body and warm it with his caress.

- You know, Alain, and let's run away from here?

- Let's run away ... how, where? - Alena was a little embarrassed.

- Just run away and that's it! At the door of my car, driving a driver. We will go out of town to the river ... I will show you amazingly beautiful places. One your word and ... - Alena's head is spinning.

- And what about ... Dima? - she squeezed out.

“Oh, do not be afraid, he will not be bored,” Alexey grinned. Alyona looked over his shoulder and saw at the table next to Dima a busty beauty.

They were talking lively about something. Alain was too excited to be offended by her husband. \ "I will go, \" she suddenly decided, "I’ll go even if I have to ... Although, there will be a chauffeur there! I don’t expect Alex to allow myself something in his presence ... \" And raising her glittering eyes to Alexey she whispered. “I agree ... When Alexey kissed her, kissed her gently, without rudeness and lust, Alyona suddenly felt that she loved the man madly. and there were only flashlights flashing past, arms wrapped around her strong hands and dry hot lips. With a sob, th Alexei hands.

“Alyosha, Alyoshenka,” she whispered soundlessly, tighter and tighter hugging him. His wide palm gently lay on her knee. Alain started. \ "Let it. I love him, and he ... also, for sure, loves me! - Her palm, rustling in silk, crawled up. Alain felt her breath taking. Being rather indifferent to the sensual side of a love game, she suddenly felt an unusually strong desire. And the palm had already crept under the skirt, fingers felt the edge of the stocking, the lace elastic of the belt. \ "What is it gentle, what is affectionate? Alyona already wanted to spread her legs, letting her hand go to her wet panties, but an unexpected thought stopped her. \ "No need to hurry. I’ll also think that I’m some kind of ... whore. \" But the hand was persistently striving for the forbidden place tightly compressed with Alena’s hot legs.

- Alenka, my miracle ... - excited whisper sounded under her ear.

- I am ashamed ... - Alain tried to add a quivering tremor to her voice, and hide the desire that sounds in every sound. But she managed it badly, because Alexey’s palm almost squeezed between her legs, and Alain felt the touch on her pubis through her panties. Resist was stupid. Spreading her legs, Alena slightly slid down the seat. At the same second the panties were shifted to the side and the finger went deep into the slippery Alena’s opening. Here she could not hold back a groan. And Alexey began so skillfully to excite her vagina, that in less than a couple of minutes, Alain fidgeted around the seat and finished with a hoarse voice.

When the last cramp released her body and her head brightened a bit, Alena became unbearably ashamed. \ "Like a real whore! \” She tried to pull her skirt up and sit higher, but Alexey’s strong hands did not allow her to do that.

- Alain, saying \ "a \" need to say \ "b \". And then do you feel bad with me?

Alain grabbed his arm, as if afraid that he was leaving now and shook her head.

- No, no ... I am very good! But ... a little embarrassing, here the driver.

- Do not be afraid, dear! He is a grave! I trust him ... And now, take off your panties.

Feeling the heat in her cheeks, Alain pulled off her panties, trying to quietly wet her own, obscenely wet slit, and put them in her purse. While she was doing this, Aleksey quickly unbuttoned his pants and released his purebred handsome man to the will ....