The story is written at the request of the reader.

This time, the story is not about my ex-wife Dasha, but about her best friend Irina. I promised to write in the last story, so here, I fulfill ...

My wife Dasha has a best friend, they have known since childhood, they studied at school together, in the same class. From the very first day of our life together with his wife, Ira was the most frequent guest in our house. She was even more often with us than our parents. The first time she married a couple of years after our wedding, I can say that at the moment she is married for the fourth time. The first two marriages were transient, but the third, rather long. There were no children from the first two marriages, perhaps this was the cause of divorces, she (as I later learned, my wife knew this before) had problems with women's affairs. When I came out for the third time, there were also problems at first, but after several courses of treatment, she had a daughter.

I had a wonderful relationship with her from the very beginning. I can not say that I immediately wanted to fuck her, this desire appeared much later. But the opportunity was not provided for a long time. In the end, everything happened by itself, I did not even have to put any effort ...

The story I want to tell about happened in the fall, in October, as I remember, it was Friday. Why remember, was the last working day of the week. Dasha was on vacation. On this day, the daughter in school was supposed to have a parent meeting, and she had to go to it. But when I came home after work, I found two drunk women in the house — my wife and Irka. Where they had crossed that day, I do not know. But in this state, Dasha could not go to school. I expressed everything that I thought to my wife about this and went to school.

There was nothing so important at the meeting - they praised for their studies, reprimanded for their behavior and raised money for some needs (I don’t even remember what). It seems to me that the meeting was held for the sake of collecting money.

When he returned home, the girls were almost out. If Irka still held on somehow, then Dashka was practically out of touch. I also had to deal with them. He washed Dasha first, then Irka with cold water. I put my wife to bed, Irka gave me strong coffee, hoping that it would cheer her up. In a good way, it would be her too, together with Dasha, it would be necessary to sleep. But she rushed home, the husband had to call in the evening.

Her husband had a small company and he himself went for the goods. Once a week or two he left, calling late at night on his home phone, checking if his wife was at home or not. In general, he is a little strange, did not like the company. Irka was almost always without him. Our guest was only a couple of times a year, and that came on birthdays.

Irka rushed home ... Ordered her a taxi while she waited for him, almost fell asleep on the couch. I did not dare to let her alone in such a state. I was terribly angry ... I was going to spend the evening at the TV with a bottle of beer ... While the taxi was going to us, I drank a little vodka ...

In the taxi we sat in the backseat, she clung to me and even fell asleep. Several times I caught the driver in the rearview mirror. When we arrived at her house, it took me some time to push her away. At first she could not understand anything, refused to go out and said that this was not her home. I had to spend a lot of effort to get her out of the car. Then I literally had to lead her home, she herself could not even take a step. So far we walked to the 4th floor (they don’t have an elevator in the house) there was no longer any moral force to mess with it. Then she rummaged in her bag and told me that there was no key. I had such a desire to hang her. I had to look for myself in her bag, and only after all its contents had been dumped on the floor, the key was found.

He opened the door of the vestibule, the door of the apartment, went in. As soon as Irka, she slammed off her shoes, she threw the cloak on the floor ...

- Er! Close the door, I'm home.

- Schaas. Wait ... I want to write ...

They have a door lock can be closed only with a key.

I, like a fool, stand in the corridor, time passes, it is not. It would be possible to close it outside and go home. So I did not know if she had a spare key, otherwise I would have to come and open it in the morning.

How much can you sit in this toilet! I feel like I am getting stronger and stronger. I already began to regret that I had taken her ... Finally, a sound coming down the water was heard, Ira seemed ...

Fuck you! I just ohrenel ... Irka appeared ... The skirts were no longer on her, the turtleneck was also practically removed ... She pulled her over the head on the move ... And pulling her away, she immediately threw her on the floor. She has only underwear left. And in this form, she defiled me by. And then disappeared from my eyes in the door of the bedroom ...

- Ira!

Silence.

- Er!

Deathly silence. I follow her into the bedroom. She lies on her stomach, across the bed.

- Er!

Silence

- Ira! I have to leave ...

The same result.

Heading toward the bedroom. Ira lies on the bed belly down. And even though the room is twilight, the light falls only from the corridor, and slightly illuminates the room, the picture opened to my eyes was so impressive that I can not look away. On the bed lies almost naked female body ... Legs slightly apart ... several light stripes are visible on her body ... Three at the top are straps and a bra clasp ... two at the bottom are Elastic band and a thin rope that goes down between buttocks ...

I stand and look ... I can not take a look ... All the anger instantly evaporated ... I have a drunk naked woman in front of me that I like and that I want to fuck ...

Some may think that she took her home specifically, in the hope of ... ... I want to say that I didn’t have any thoughts on that. Moreover, I even regretted taking it. She just pissed me off with her behavior.

But now, I could not do anything ... Immediately undressed, sat on the bed next to her, put his hand on his back and gently began to stroke. Fingers touched the fabric, carefully unzipped the bra, slid the straps off the shoulders ... Stroking the back, the hand goes down ... Touched the elastic of the panties, stroking the buttocks ... My head just goes around ... just lower them a little ... I had to get out of bed and pull them off. Irka mumbled something not articulate.

Again, I stroke my ass, I lower my hand between my legs, my finger penetrates my pussy.

- Mmmmmmm ...

I find the clitoris with my finger, spend it over it, it slightly shudders. One more time, another, still ... She lies, occasionally making this sound. Once for the tenth I noticed that she slightly raised her ass to meet the movement of her finger. The movement is barely perceptible ... I find the entrance to the pussy and gently insert my finger inside and again the movement to the meeting, but more sensible. I take out my finger and direct it inside again, and I feel this movement again. Inside it gets a little wet. The member is standing like a lamppost ... I add a second finger, my fingers are somewhat difficult to enter, she still has little lubrication ... I insert as deep as possible and stop. Irka moos again, I can not hear discontent in her intonation, and slightly moves her booty. I enter and take out several times, I feel that Ira has begun to move more actively with her ass.

I can't stand it anymore. Carefully grab her body and drag it forward a little. Putting my hands on my waist, I lift her ass, attaching myself to the back and putting the head to the entrance to the vagina. A sudden movement and until the very end I drive my dick into it and freeze.

- Ooooohh ... - she publishes with a gasp.

Slowly, almost completely take out her penis and abruptly to the very end I drive her back. A slight pause and again the same actions.

If the first few times, a member entered with a little tension, it now easily slides on the lubricant. She continues groaning with every full penetration. Increasing the pace, Irkin's ass began to move more and more to the meeting of x ... y. Her groaning changed, first to a loud groan, and then to an incessant moan. Her hands shook the covers into fists. Our bodies spanked loudly against each other. The pace was already beyond the limit ... She was no longer moaning, but just howled ... I lost control of myself at some point ... I felt how I began to finish ...I poured it with sperm, continuing to hammer it ... Stop was beyond my power ...

When a member stopped spewing cum, I opened my hands, holding her waist, she slipped off my dick and fell on the bed ...

Heck! Only when it was all over, I realized that I pumped it with sperm ... Somehow I even felt a little uneasy ... I wanted to smoke ... I got up, took out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter. He took out a cigarette and even managed to light a lighter, and then he remembered where I was. If, frankly, the head at this moment was occupied completely different. So I froze with a cigarette in my mouth, with a lighter in my hand ... painfully wondering what to do ...

P. S. She did not fly from me ... I sometimes began to visit her when her husband was absent ...