Dashing 90s. Now it is remembered as something bright, exciting, even kind. In those years, I broke up with the army and got a job as a sysadmin in one consulting company.

The contingent is entirely female. The boss immediately said: "We are all girls are equal." I understood this way: “fuck only me, or at least me out of turn”. Our company took on the accounting services of newly-minted businessmen, so each lady (and the boss too) had her own “rich Pinocchio” for comfort. They recommended me to “stir up” with some young businesswoman, but so far we haven’t been in service. But I had enough novels on the side, during off-hours

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Like every self-respecting sysadmin, I also had a utility room, where the server was located and every computer trash was lying around. The cabinet had two minuses: no windows and microscopic dimensions. Therefore, I spent working time not there, but in the office with the ladies.

One day a young employee named Veronica brought a laptop (an expensive rarity for those times).

- Help me please! Husband and a friend got drunk yesterday and changed the system password. Now no one can enter, but they do not remember anything.

Yes, the problem. I had something similar about three years before, but on a simple system unit, not on a laptop. It was quickly decided there: took out the battery, waited a couple of hours - and that’s all, the system settings were reset. And then what to do? Do not open this miracle of bourgeois technology! Then, until the end of the day, I won’t pay it back (as I thought then).

But she asked so, with such eyes she looked, that I could not stand it:

- Leave, see what you can do in the evening.

In the evening, when everyone was gone, I turned on the laptop and for a few minutes I looked into the blue screen with the words “Enter system password”. Yes, everything pointed to the "showdown will show." He began to sort through everything that I know about Veronica and her family. We arrived from Ukraine. Husband is a simple worker. They have a child. Married for three years. Husband jealous, quick to punish, reckless (I remembered it from her words, she complained to one of the employees).

Oops! He is behind Dynamo Kiev! Well, well ... DYNAMO is zero. Of course! To Gaster this word was able to write correctly! DINAMO - zero. DINAMOKIEV - again by. DINAMOKYIV-also zero. DINAMOKYIVCHEMPION - empty.

So what did she say? My friend got drunk. A friend, apparently, local. Who among us "Ukrainians" does not like? The first option turned out to be correct - SPARTAK. Yes, such friends need to get wet, even though I also support Spartak and I don’t like Dynamo, which is Kiyiv. Hooray! There was no surgery, thanks to my brains and teachers, from major to general, who taught me to think correctly. I demolished the password so that they would not suffer foolishness

I left the laptop in the server room and went home.

The next morning I, as usual, came before everyone else to turn on the server. As soon as I did it, Veronica entered. I was in a hurry to make my husband happy.

- Good morning! Well, managed?

- Yes, I had to tinker (well, how can I not lie a little?), But the machine feels great. You can take and use. Just do not give her husband!

- Oh thank you! I do not even know how I will cry with you.

- What is there? Let's get right here and pay.

- No, that you, I never cheated on my husband.

- Never ever? And besides her husband did not have sex with anyone?

- Yes, with no one.

- It is necessary to try sometime. And best of all - with me. Because I won't tell anyone about this.

After these words, she seemed numb, but she moved a step closer to me. I must say that the chair in the server room was placed only one, so I sat, and Veronica had to stand. I reached out and stroked her belly. Then he lowered his hand below and slightly raised his skirt. The girl did not move, only her eyes looked at me with fear and anticipation. I lifted my skirt up and stroked her panties with my finger. They were wet. (Porn stories) I began to diligently stroke the pubis and crotch, and with my other hand I crushed her elastic ass. Her gaze clouded over. I stood up and continued stroking my pussy, pressed Ron to me with my second hand and kissed her lips. She hugged me for a neck as if in a dream, but answered a passionately kiss. My palm was already wet with her desire. I unfolded the girl's back and placed her breast on the table. Oh, the kingdom is not enough, I have nowhere to turn around!

I threw her skirt on his back and took off her panties. There was no time for a blowjob and other affection: the people were about to appear. After lowering my pants and putting on a condom, I imperiously entered her. Despite the recent birth, her hole was pretty tight. Surely Caesar? She moaned and bent. I walked in it up and down, right and left, then barely inserting the head, then breaking into the very root. Veronica finished quickly and violently. She was breathing heavily, lying on the table, and I went in and out until I myself was discharged with a violent orgasm.

Strange, but she clearly did not want to open. I know that men have a “second woman effect”. Do women have the “second man effect”? Then I'm scared for Veronica: she will begin to look for meetings with me, somehow she will be pierced before her husband, and he will simply kill her.

“Veronica,” I whispered in her ear, “nothing supernatural happened.” You are a young, damn beautiful, sexy woman. I am a man in the prime of life. We were alone. Because between us it had to happen. I will not look for new meetings with you and destroy your family.

I helped Veronica to pull on her panties and released her from the server room.

Nobody guessed anything. At least in the year and a half that went by before I left the company, neither Ron nor her girlfriends hinted at this adventure. And Madams were there - oh, oh! Just give a reason for others' sins to pull out.

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The statute of limitations on this adultery is long over, so now you can remember.