I call to find out the address. The house turns out, unfortunately, with a lettered letter and a case, that is, it does not face the facade, but is located deep in the courtyard, and different passersby give different tips on how to get there and how to drive.

Finally, the desired house and porch are found, and I click on the bell in front of the entrance door. Diana, I have not seen either personally, or in the photo, very curious how she looks? That's how. Tall and full-breasted woman with a dark face, dark-eyed, with black wavy hair, in a simple home dress, revealing a pleasant roundness of the arms from the shoulders and legs from the middle of the thighs. Such is not a subtle northern lady, but a real southern seigneur.

- Found, well, thank God. Come on in! - she tells me, without even saying hello. - Tea, coffee will you?
- Yes, here you no wonder get confused. There are no tablets, on the same building with chalk different addresses are stumped, and all the tenants are like partisans - no one knows anything. No, I don't want tea or coffee. Let's calmly sit, take breath from the haste and hassle. Tell me, how did you turn this multi-way combination? ..

We sit on the couch in a large room. It feels like a child in the house is a little older than my youngest son. Familiar with a number of toys, books, outfits. Diana sits beside him, very close, but not touching me. The atmosphere is not to say that electrified-passionate, but clearly not ordinary-typical. Something will be necessary, but the initiative must come from me, despite the active lobbying of my visit from her side.

But to go ahead: hug, suck, fill up seems somehow wrong. Someone else's house, someone else's wife, someone else's morals. Yes, in some nuances there is a similarity with my best friends, mistresses. But the differences are significant. Leila was a national aggressor with the same readiness to everything that the chosen one said, but she was a virgin and the first was not even sex, but sex, it happened not in her house, but in me. Sveta was married, the first sex was at her home, in her marital bed, but from the second meeting, plus she was not a natsman. And with both of them, I was really familiar long before an intimate rapprochement: with Leyla for several months, and with Sveta for several years.

I do not find anything better than asking a stupid question, as far as I remember, the second time in my life (and the first time such a thing flew out of my mouth with my second woman, you can say, an inexperienced youngster):
- Let's kiss?

It seems that Diana is not surprised by my question and suggestion. I don’t know if she heard such words from her husband, or for her any desire of a man is taken for granted and not to be condemned, but she briefly answers “Yes”, moves close to me, hugs my neck, closes my eyes and presses lips to my lips.

Nice, tasty, new. I do not know yet what her husband taught her in purely bed-making, but she knows how to kiss perfectly. Sucking lips, playing with tongues, imitating bites from violent passion and weak wilting while imitating relaxed helplessness - mutual understanding is evident. Parallel to the kisses, I stroke her plump cheeks, touch the earlobes with my fingers, play with earrings, touch the tender curls around my neck. Then I penetrate under the dress from the back, ironing a warm and even one can say a hot body, then, without opening my lips, I sit down a bit to give my hands the opportunity to get acquainted with the breast. And, I tell you, with such a big chest! No less than the fifth size. First I feel through the fabric, I weigh in the palms, I try to feel if the nipples are tense? It’s good that the dress is casual, we finally open the kissed lips, and I lower the dress's shoulders from her shoulders, she quite consistently takes her arms out of the sleeves, the dress falls to her waist, revealing a white bra, bursting with juicy feet.

Manually acquainted with the breasts closer, after a single layer of fabric, and even, in the upper part of the neckline - directly. Kiss neck and shoulders Diana.Sharyu hands on the back in search of a fastener. Either Diana is in a hurry, or she thinks she can’t cope with a cunning lock, or she thinks this isn’t a masculine affair, but she hastily says: “Right”, clicks behind her back and removes the bra itself, and the openwork gold chain with a pendant of her mark zodiac too. Holding the breast with my hands, I suck and kiss the nipples from the heart.

Nice, tasty, new. Dianka moans barely audibly, stroking my head. Despite the impressive build, she seems to me a little girl, the first time receiving such frank affection from a man. Like a starving baby, suck on her breast, not saturating, but only burning from stiff nipples.

Forward, DD, to new frontiers! Maximally spreading one hand to maintain both breasts at the level of my mouth, I push the other hand under the hem of the dress, adding to my sensations the pleasantness of touching a ripe, poured thighs, I go to the edge of the panties.
- Do not! - whispers Diana.
I do not pay attention yet, I continue to caress the legs, but she already says more firmly:
- Please do not go there! Today I can not - and detached.
Testingly looking into her eyes:
- Days? She nods, embarrassed. Days so days, nothing terrible, I think that such a passionate woman will not refuse to give me pleasure in an oral way, especially as a member there is already crazy, squeezed in the cramped trousers and shorts, and promises to revenge me for such a dynamo.
- I would take a shower. Can?
- Yes, yes, of course! - Diana quickly passes her hands into the sleeves, gets up from the sofa, shows me the bathroom and a clean towel.

After the water treatment I leave the bathroom, and on the machine I head towards the large room, but I hear Diana’s voice:
- Come here - and I go into the bedroom.

The curtains are drawn, a pleasant twilight reigns after a large room flooded with sunlight and a refreshing coolness for a body steamed with hot water jets. Double bed, near the cot on wheels, the same model that I have at home. Diana again lowered her shoulders down, exposing her chest and stomach, but firmly squeezed the hem between her legs, as if giving a sign that today there is a restricted area below the belt.

I lay down next to, kissing on the lips, sucking nipples, with pleasure I perceive how her hands, emboldened, caress my whole body in response, from the top of my neck to the pubis, but so far avoiding the obvious touch of the penis, and from the bottom, from my ankles to the perineum, avoiding the scrotum, and quite expertly rolling eggs in the palm of your hand.
Not bad, not bad, but ... "We are going to fuck today, master? Though where, but you will not disappoint my expectations? Otherwise, I can somehow fail ”- the thoughts of my penis are telepathic in my brain, and they undoubtedly deserve attention.

- Diana, do a blowjob, please! - I ask, making sure that she does not intend to independently move on to oral and even manual caress member.
Her uncomprehending look even a little angry with me. It can not be that the term "blowjob" was unfamiliar to her, regardless of how she refers to oral sex. Therefore, I’m clarifying a little more rough and sharper:
- Suck me! - and kneeling, moving closer to the headboard.
- I cant! - replies embarrassed. But the hand is finally taken on the penis and either on purpose, or does not actually own this technique, makes very inept jerking movements.
- Why?
- I never did.

So much for the national footage. Learn everything, but in case of anything, no thanks.
- Well, we must ever begin, right? Let's Today.
- No, DaD, I beg you! - This DaD is killing me. In early childhood, my mother called me something like that. Naturally, I didn’t tell her about it, but how could she understand that this appeal can affect me more effectively than crying and crying? - Let's not today. I promise you. I will suck, - oh, said this verb, a good sign, probably, you need to believe and then check, - but next time. OK, DaD? Will you come again? Oh please!

Again, looking ahead, I will say that I taught Dick to suck.But what she didn’t know during our first meeting on her matrimonial bed, and what she didn’t really learn for many times of our meetings (frankly, there wasn’t any urgent need, otherwise, of course, she would have learned easily) member. Knowing that a man should end, otherwise it is not sex, but a profanation of the idea, she tried to enlighten me to the end. If I had not intervened, she would have led “back and forth, back and forth, it’s not clear” until her family members returned from the guests. I had to take control again, leaning my knees behind the sides to sit on her stomach, insert the penis between her breasts, thoroughly wet them in order to avoid rubbing sensitive flesh, and fuck her among the rows. In joyful excitement from the method she didn’t know, she stroked my hairy back, butt, legs, until fierce splashes from a penis brought to an extreme degree of anger (I rubbed him) did not make her stiff and sore a burning gaze into flying drops of sperm, watering the neck, breasts, nipples, as if she had seen it for the first time.

Later I found out that yes, it was not only her first betrayal, not only the first non-vaginal sex, but also the first time she saw a live sperm eruption, because her husband always finished it, always in a “cancer” position, and her, was wiping the head on the buttocks, so that Diana could not even say with certainty whether she saw the dick with sperm even after sex, not to mention the process of ejaculation.

I had fears that Diana might not like the process, and she only treated me out of courtesy with tea and sweets, even wanted to feed me before the road, not expressing in any way either her indignation or admiration for the new experience. But when I returned to Ensk, I see that communication on the mamba continues in the same friendly tone: Diana tells me how her day was, what memorable meetings and conversations were, what mischief her little son made, and what subtle intrigues her mother-in-law weaves. And this means that the question of the second meeting is just a matter of time.