***
Afanasyev's younger sister, Natashka, sat silently, patiently waiting for him to scroll through all the photos from her laptop.

“Beautiful lady,” Afanasyev stretched lazily, finishing his inspection.

- This is my wife Vitalik. Her name is Lena. She's twenty-nine. There are no children, all natural delights, - Natasha pointedly shared with her brother.

Vitaly girl called her lover, with whom she was confused on a regular basis for more than two years. Vitalik, a middle-aged, loose-hearted boy, was far from the standard of male attractiveness, but a solid bureaucratic post in one of the metropolitan departments allowed him, in addition to his legal wife, to contain a young mistress whom Afanasyev’s sister was.

The Afanasyev family has long given up on Natasha, who instead of working normally and building her personal life according to universal canons, chose for herself the unimportant but very unburdening role of a spoiled lover — a kept woman. In the end, relatives are not chosen.

- Well, why are you showing me your spouse Vitalik? - Afanasyev frowned in disgust. - For general information?

- Not really.

Natasha's focused look eloquently testified that she was eager to tell her elder brother something extremely important, and therefore Afanasyev had to portray sympathetic attention on his face.

“In addition, this Lena is my best friend,” began Natasha.

“Very piquant,” Afanasyev sneered ironically. - Do you have a friendly, "Swedish family", sister?

- Stop mocking! - Natashka threw up. - It so happened that I had to make friends with this pussy! The fact that her husband is my lover, she does not even suspect.

Seeing how quickly the girl breathed violently, and, knowing her hysterical nature, Afanasyev chose not to joke, but to listen to her sister’s story to the end.

- I'm sick of walking in mistresses! And Acne rested, and does not want to divorce Lenka! This ram thinks his wife is a model of loyalty and chastity! And this is not the case at all! Or rather, not quite so, - Natasha recovered. - She is really day after day diligently pretends to be holy. And keeps her husband sullen, stupid loyalty.

- What is fantastic for you, really, dear sister? - Afanasyev could not resist.

- That's not the point! - got furious girl. - The position of the best friend gives a lot. Lenka and I are very close. Naive klusha tells me about everything. About your dreams. About their desires and fantasies. About all your pasties, and about your thoughts. She does not love her husband. Intimacy with him, suffers. And she herself is thoroughly imbued with secret blyadstvo, which, can not show only because of stupid, woman's complexes.

Noticing that Afanasyev is barely holding back from another barb, Natashka often.

“I will give you all the passwords, keys and codes from her lustful little soul!” And you can easily seduce this bitch. So much so that it is all serious! And then, we will provide Vitalik with irrefutable evidence. This, too, you will succeed, for good reason, you have been playing your spy games all your life, brother. Acne will not forgive her! And I can console him. And I am confident that in a maximum of a year, to the delight of our parents, your beloved younger sister will become the legitimate spouse, and co-owner of all the blessings that Acne gained.

Afanasyev almost choked on tea from such an unexpected, insane offer.

... No, of course, he had known before that his sister was a bastard. But there is a limit to everything.

- What kind of nonsense, Natalia! I do not even know what looks ridiculous. Your operetta, idiotic plan, or the role that you gave me. In the end, if you have not noticed, I am a serious person, and not an ex-terrorist for hire! - choked with indignation Afanasyev.

“Please, listen to me until the end,” whispered Natasha with a demonic look. - It does not look so stupid and incredible, as it may seem at first glance.

With difficulty, having suppressed his desire to send his sister - ebanashku away, Afanasyev remained seated.

***

Guests invited to the buffet, more often lingered near the tables with dishes, not forgetting to lean on the free alcohol. This was a sure sign that the event was flowing smoothly into the informal stage.

Standing on the top step leading to the main hall, Afanasyev closely followed the woman he was interested in, patiently waiting for the right moment. With the role of an aristocratic lady from high society, this well-groomed, elegant blonde coped superbly, but this did not bother Afanasyev. Noticing that the lady was finally alone, he rushed to her.

“Hello, I apologize for being unceremonious, but it seemed to me that you were bored,” said Afanasyev to the woman.

She hesitated for a moment, appreciating her companion. As Afanasyev had calculated, his appearance and manners made a favorable impression on the lady.

- Really bored. My husband got lost somewhere, - the woman stretched out with a smile, slightly shifting her shoulders back to add shine to her already mind-blowing figure.

Half an hour later, Afanasyev brought his new friend, Elena, to a small viewing platform, enclosed by low railings, and as if specially sheltered from prying eyes. Slightly flushed with drunk champagne, Elena did not even suspect that the incredible ease of communicating with Afanasyev was of artificial origin.

And without that, a psychologist and a prowler, Afanasyev, this time, was additionally armed with secret knowledge, which allowed him to deceive someone else’s wife on an accelerated program, without unnecessary sentiments.

... She loves decisiveness and desperation. I was exhausted from everyday marital fidelity. “She wants to change something so much, but she herself will never decide on an act,” Natashka shared intelligence information.

Now Afanasyev personally saw that his sister was absolutely right. Elena resembled a ripe fruit, ready to jump into a basket, and therefore Afanasyev confidently forced events without undue delicacy or forethought.

“Great dress,” the man squinted his predatory eye, all the while hinting that he was not thinking about the dress at all, but was hiding about it.

“Thank you,” Elena worried, feeling that she could not raise her eyes, and trying to hide her treacherous breathing.

... She hides all her fucking feelings and desires inside, - remembered the words of Natasha Afanasyev. - And at night, furtively from an unloved spouse, cries in a pillow, languishing and dreaming that she would beckon ... knocked down ... pulled up ... seized ... oyebat ...

Turning from idle thinking to business, Afanasyev pressed Elena slightly against the wall, leaning over his whole body and letting him feel his erection. Not letting her move away from the shock, he began to rub against a magnificent female body, yielding from below, trying to press and get into the cherished place. He squeezed his thigh between her long legs, spread them wider, pressed her knee, and then, cheekily, put his hand in it, climbing under the dress.

Elena scrambled like a caught bird, protested, whispered something, but Afanasyev had already seen that her mind was leaving, freeing up space for frivolous nonsense, and making the woman supple and willing that he had not even offered. Climbing his hand under the fabric of panties, Afanasyev felt that the woman was moistened and flowed. By his fingers. Through the fingers.

With virgin and holy was over. Elena herself pulled her lips to the man, and the dark nipple tubercles, and the tight breasts themselves, protruding from under the dress, trustingly pressed against Afanasyev. The man passionately walked his lips over the woman's neck, squeezing Elena’s chest with his hand, and clearly seeing how this young woman is resilient and seductive.

“An incomparable slut,” thought Afanasyev, pushing Elena’s panties aside.“Her husband is in the next room, but this is no longer embarrassing for the minx. I am an unknown cable, so ...