The night outside the window is gradually losing ground, giving way to a new day - in the summer it brightens early. The windows are open because of the heat, you can hear the city gradually coming to life, despite the early hour - the wipers go to work, I hear them scrubbing the asphalt with their brooms, cars start driving more often on the way through the house, the access door from time to time slams, letting someone out of the porch. In front of me is an ashtray with a bunch of bulls, crammed to capacity, ashes around on the table, on the keyboard - my hands are trembling a little from the nervous, and indeed sexual, to be confused, stress. To get distracted, I sit in ICQ and VC, discussing what is happening and what should happen now (or maybe it is already happening at the moment), with random interlocutors interested in the topic. The phone is nearby, I constantly look at it, always ready to grab the phone as soon as the call goes from my beloved.

A couple of times my heart sank in anticipation of the action, but it was not calls, but SMS messages like “I arrived, everything is fine”, “Soon everything will be”, adding fuel to the fire of my voltage ...

***

She has a playful mood all evening - in the store, on the street, at home she worries me with her touches, her obscenities. It is clear that when we finally get to bed, the bed will shake. And here we are, we already absolutely don't care about the movie on TV, we are only busy with each other and with the satisfaction of our lust. In the process, as usual, I begin to spin my favorite topic - her sex with another guy, she supports me in this, voicing her most naughty fantasies. We discuss this quite often, but this is extremely rare. And so, rapidly ending, blissfully stretching on the couch. However, I am not going to retreat today and persistently incline my beloved to mischief that night. Her playful mood has not yet disappeared, and to my joy, she is not even against such a continuation of the evening.

After going through the options, she chooses one guy, say, his name is Louis. He is a foreigner, once studied with her courses. Once they slept, but there was no continuation and she decided to refresh her memories. To the standard message “Hello, how are you?”, He responds in the same neutral way, in the spirit of “Hello, everything is fine.” “What are you doing?” - “Walking with friends in Leningradskaya”. “Mmmm, it’s clear, but how about meeting?” - “I don’t know when I’ll free myself” and blah blah blah. We understand that by “meet”, the guy understands just the usual friendly meeting and then Irishka takes the bull by the horns - “And I thought to have sex with you ...”. To send. The message is received. We sit with a conspiratorial look, waiting for an answer. It does not take long to wait for him and he does not disappoint us - there is an undisguised interest in this event in him. After a short, but more constructive correspondence and a couple of calls, charges begin. First of all - the bathroom: razors, creams and other components of female beauty. Next are the selection of attire, make-up and convulsive attempts to cram everything you need into a cosmetic bag.

All this happens under my instruction - what I expect, what I want, whether she remembers that she should try to call me in the process and other reminders from a loving husband. It's a little after midnight or so, and now everything is ready - you can call a taxi. Some bunt starts here - the car has been ordered, but it is still not there. Both of us are already on edge and we should hurry to send our beloved out of the house as quickly as possible, until we all spurred out all the sexual tension. In general, we waited for the car for a very long time, almost an hour and a half, managing to keep itself in hand - a small miner does not count as a farewell.And now, having doused me with the scent of their perfumes and giving me a kiss, my darling flings me out the door. I see her getting into a taxi, waving goodbye with a pen, and leaving for the night. My long wait begins ...

***

(Erotic stories) The vain gatherings and the long farewell are over, and here I am driving through the city to meet my adventures. Auto slows down at the right entrance, dropping me right into the arms of Louis.

A short kiss and we are already behind the steel door of the entrance. I am only wearing a short skirt, and my cavalier has a very passionate temperament, and now he is pressing me against the wall, clutching me in my arms. It is not known what our passionate impulse would have reached, but here some fuss begins at the entrance and we quickly retreat until we are caught red-handed. While we are going up in the elevator, I manage to send a message to my husband that I am on the spot. Carefully we go into the apartment - the neighbors of Louis are already asleep, and we try to make less noise so as not to wake them up, and sneak into the room. We do not turn on the light - the windows overlook the avenue and everything that is needed can be seen perfectly. We lie down on the bed, chat a little, in an attempt to observe at least some decency - yet have not seen each other for a long time. But for a long time we are not enough, and now his hands are studying my body, climbing under my blouse, under my skirt, my lips are pressed against mine ... I feel that he is ready for something more serious, but not in a hurry, enjoying the moment ... After some time, he leaves to refresh himself, and I send my beloved second SMS, informing me that I am about to replenish our baggage of pranks.

Louis appears a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel. Without letting him get to the bed, I cling to his naked body, kiss him, throwing off the towel with one hand. His dick is in my pen. He is already standing, I gently stroke him. It is not very big, the most it is to caress it with your mouth - you can swallow it deeply. And without forcing me to wait long, I kneel down and wrap my lips around it. I will not play false modesty - I love to do blowjob and know this skill very well. My husband always tells me about my talents, when I please him orally, and in order not to let him down, I now devote myself to this business with all the diligence, observing the beloved’s instructions “to show his slut in the best light”. I sucked my dick a little bit, I went down to the testicles, then I run the tongue all over the trunk to the head, again catching her captive of my lips.

Louis, to all appearances, is very pleased, even too much - having pressed my head closer to himself, he begins to move my pelvis to meet me. The member strains harder and shoots a stream of sperm in my mouth. After making a few more movements, he comes out of me, glistening in my dim street light with my saliva and my sperm. I usually spit out a seed, but now I’m too lazy to look for where to go and swallow it, especially since it is very pleasant to taste. Kissing me, Louis collapses on the bed, and I, taking a smoke break, run to the toilet, grabbing my purse - it's time to call my beloved.

***

The phone starts to vibrate and I grab it without waiting for the signal. My heart beats like after a quick run, breathing breaths, press “answer”.
— ...
“It's me,” a whisper is heard at the other end of the pipe (we agree that I will not be the first to start a conversation, so as not to burn the office, if everything has already begun).
- Well, how are you doing?
- I'm in the toilet, I can not speak for a long time, I have to go back.
- Something was?
- I took it in his mouth, now will be continued.
- Call me, ok?
- I will try ... I do not know how to do it imperceptibly ...
- Good. You know - I'm waiting for this.
- Yes. Until! Love you!
- And I love you!

***

Returning to the room, I found Louis in the same place where I had left, all in the same costume of Adam, joining next. His hands are at first calm, but more and more passionately with every minute, caress me.

He whispers in my ear tenderness in his own language, sometimes interrupting them with kisses. I am ready to continue, and he is well aware of this - his hand is full of my panties.A moan breaks from my lips, the body arches under the caresses of a man - I want to feel it already inside myself, forgetting everything - and about that ...