Dank September acted on his nerves. It was raining for the second day, and it seemed that this stream of water had no end. Lesya shivered and looked at the face of her sleeping lover. Maxim ... how beautiful he is. My heart sank with tenderness and pounded with terrible force. They had been together for a year, and all these twelve months he brought the girl to tachycardia when he appeared in her apartment. But there was one circumstance that darkened the consciousness of Lesia - Maxim was married for a long time and reliably.

He must have felt her gaze full of love, and stirred, and then completely opened his eyes.

- Hi, - Max smiled and pinched Olesya by the nipple.

He always behaved like this with her: a bit rude and aloof, letting her clearly understand that she is just a mistress. Interestingly, and with his wife, he is gentle and affectionate, and the morning they start with hot kisses? The forest instantly became bad. She sat up in bed with her back to him. Long white hair casually scattered on the back, giving her appearance a mysterious charm. Maxim put them on one side and pressed his lips to her neck. Goosebumps immediately showered the whole body, Lesia felt hot and cold at the same time.

She turned around and found with his lips his plump lips, rubbed her cheek against his morning stubble, which she adored so much. In these morning hours, he seemed to her so homely, comfortable and ... familiar.

Max's hot mouth stuck to one nipple, and then to the second. Lesia flashed like a candle, ready to immediately take his beloved doggy pose and feel his hot flesh in himself. Max got up, seducing the girl with his naked look. A delightful member already stood in full force, promising a million pleasures. Lesya got up on all fours in impatience twisted her ass.

First, in the ass entered one finger of Max, and then the second. It was possible not to check how wide the anus ring was, for the year she had become accustomed to intercourse only in this hole and began to get great pleasure. Smearing his penis and the hole with gel, he entered her ass and began to move - he entered to the full depth, making Les freeze from pain and pleasure, then he pulled out half and then again found himself deeply, causing a noisy sigh. Max took out a member completely, and then sharply drove him back, forcing his mistress to scream from pleasure and crumple sheets.

He loved her ass, even more than her, Lesia. When they were left alone for the first time, Maxim admitted that he was not going to be married and divorced. She then was already in love with him, like a cat and would have agreed to any role, just to be close to him. And then he cruelly and disgustingly took her in the ass. And when Lesya roared with pain and despair, he stroked her on the head and said that he recognized only this kind of sex. And with this state of things she resigned. The girl wore anal plugs, studied the literature and the article “How to engage in anal sex”, so long as he, Maxim, was pleased with her and threw at least occasionally her crumbs of his attention. She could not imagine life without him, and he without anal sex.

Once Lesya prepared her vagina, made hair removal, smeared her labia with cosmetic cream and sexually spread her legs. Fingers caressed the clitoris, smearing grease ... But he remained indifferent and out of habit took her in the ass ...

Max's cock became hard as a thoroughbred stone and spewed hot sperm out of him. This time he pulled out a member, splashing the girl’s buttocks with white drops. He liked to cum inside or on her face, but today he decided differently. Lesia seems to be late. After all, if he wanted to finish on the face, then, most likely, the case would have ended with a blowjob. Max loved to practice blowjob after anal sex and did not see anything wrong with that. Lesya followed hygiene and was always ready to substitute her buns under the core of her lover.

At any time, day or night, he could dial her number, name a meeting place and fuck her in the ass, everywhere: in the apartment, in the dressing room of the store, just in the car or even near the car on a busy highway. Max loved the thrill and taught them trouble-free Lesia.

“Baby, I have to go,” he said. - I'll call.

And he will call. Of course, dial her number, maybe tonight. Lesa trudged into the bathroom, wash off the traces of anal pleasures. Once again, he washed and felt dirty and depraved, alien litter and subhuman. She vowed not to pick up the phone if he called, but after the first ringing tone she grabbed the phone and ran to the meeting with the hound dog. Sometimes he drove her to a cafe, where they quite nicely chatted and drank coffee with cakes, but always these trips ended with one - anal sex in the toilet. In crowded places, he did it quickly, clamping his lover’s mouth so that she wouldn't accidentally scream, making him look like an idiot.

Lesya returned to the still warm bed and inhaled with pleasure the smell of the pillow that kept the scent of her beloved man. Only a loved one can give all of himself entirely without regard for morality, to be an uncompromising fool for his sake. And in return, nothing, only tears that stifle at night and a wild desire to see a rival even out of the corner of my eye.

Lesya dressed warmly and went to the house of Max. She looked up his address in the passport, fumbling at night in his pockets. “Just look at her and leave,” she firmly decided, settling herself on a cold, wet bench near Maxow's house.

The tipsy company, consisting of four young men, loudly discussing yesterday's match, was approaching the place where Lesya was stationed. She cringed, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. But where there ... Bright yellow jacket, long hair, bleached to the roots, without any doubt, attracted the attention of guys.

- Op-pa! What kind of chicken? - one of football fans whistled in surprise.

Lesya got up from the bench, intending to get out of the way, but it was too late. Someone grabbed her arm and sarcastically asked:

- We will get acquainted?

He or someone else ran a hand over her ass, tightly wrapped in jeans, and tenderly introduced himself:

- My name is Yura.

Lesia looked at the guy attentively, mechanically noting that he was pretty cute, only his eyes were spoiled with red eyes, indicating a sleepless night and the smell of stale beer.

- I was Olesya, - the girl answered and shook her hand to throw off someone else.

- And you are beautiful. Where did our wilds come from?

- Do you care? - she answered with a call.

There were three of them. Yura is the oldest, looked about 25 years old, the rest 20-23, with sullen faces and firm determination in his eyes.

- Will you go to me? - Yura asked, the rest were silent, expecting something ridiculous from the main thing in order to nickle loudly. But the leader behaved extremely decently.

- What for?

- Do not worry, I will not hurt.

Lesya shrugged.

- I'm here on business.

- Well, come on if Che. I live in that house, apartment 123.

With these words, Yura, having weighed the cuff on the smallest one, headed for his porch.

“Why let her go?” Let's take a chick with you? Have fun! - I heard dissatisfied hubbub punks.

- Sha! - Yura rudely ordered and everything instantly fell silent.

Lesya, instead of washing herself off, continued to observe. Ten minutes later, a young girl with a sidecar came out of the same entrance where Yura was hiding with the company. Lesia's heart beat wildly, threatening to jump out. That's her! She is! Similar to the photo from the purse of Maxim, which Les saw briefly. Max's wife, resembling a small gray mouse, proudly marched past. A small sprout, with pinned hair combed back, thin, in an old tracksuit ... And this is the wife of his beautiful and most desirable man in the world ?!

- Is that you Maxim Sukhanov's wife?

The girl started, immediately stopped and turned around, blinking lightly with colorless eyes. Her face expressed childish offense, she seemed to be crying now. But instead ...