- Hello!

- Hello, I am, ummm ... about the hourly rent of an apartment ... Here, the one that is in Frunzenskaya ... - I mumbled uncertainly.

- The minimum order is three hours, two thousand five hundred rubles, when you need, today? - in a casual tone, the man at the other end of the line reached out.

- Yes, about one in the afternoon ...

- Well, booked from an hour to four, at the bottom call the intercom by apartment number.

I disconnected and took a breath. Looks like I fell below nowhere. I not only cheated on my boyfriend with a married colleague, but now I also arranged a place for us to have sex. Of course, I would prefer him to do it, but he has a wife at home, at work - colleagues, when he should look for something on the Internet and call ... However, all these thoughts were immediately superseded by sheer euphoria. Let not for three hours - I think, so long to run away from work, Lesha will not decide for anything - but at least for an hour he will be completely mine.

I asked for the second half of the day in advance under the pretext of the doctor, I left the office, using the already established spy method, a couple of minutes after Lesha, and a few minutes later we called the rented apartment. An unpleasant-looking aunt with bales of bed linen in her hands, who took the money and wished for a “good rest”, somewhat knocked the mood, but it cost my man to hug me, as all awkward thoughts flew out of my head. We were only two, and at our disposal - a huge double bed.

Lesch was in no hurry. First, he hugged me from behind and turned to face a large mirror on the wall. He kissed me on the neck, and with his hands, holding up her blouse and bra, caressed my chest. “Look how beautiful you are,” he whispered in my ear. I looked in the mirror: yes, I was a miracle as good. And not because in the morning for three hours she combed and dyed her hair, but because of the mad desire that glowed in her eyes. His hand, meanwhile, slipped into the pants of my skirt belt. “Oooh,” he drawled, “yes, there’s already a whole lake.” I groaned, wriggling under his tender fingers. A minute later, Alex released me and began to undress. I also pulled off a blouse with a bra, a skirt and boots, but when I reached for my underpants, he stopped me: “No, leave it for now.” I obeyed. He himself was already completely naked and drew me to himself, forcing him to kneel down and clasp his lips with his not too huge, but ideally firm member. I caressed him with my mouth, and Alex put his hand on the back of my head, forcing him to miss him deeper. I obeyed with pleasure. "Yes, yes," he groaned, enjoying.

Then Alex sharply lifted me up and put me on my knees on the bed. “You see, they don’t bother me at all,” he said, tucking himself up from behind and moving the lace strip of my panties aside. I was excited to the limit, but he just gently inserted the very head of the penis and pulled it out. I groaned and leaned back, but he stopped me. "Quiet, I decide here," and continued the exciting torture, only caressing me slightly. I groaned loudly, since there was no bosses here behind the wall and it was possible not to hold back, and finally Alex suddenly entered completely. Oh yes yes!! He immediately moved from a gentle rhythm to a fast one, I was happy to adjust. The unexpected desire of my man to keep everything under his control, which contrasted with his usual gentleness in life, only made me stronger. Then Alex came out of me and lay down on the bed, directing me to sit between his legs and again take the dick in his mouth. “You feel that your taste, your desire,” he said. - Yeah, yeah ... And now you can take off your panties. I pulled off the thong, but left the stockings with a lace stripe, which he liked so much, and sat on top. Now, finally, I commanded and could move as I wanted. And I wanted to quickly and sharply, moving not from the bottom up, but back and forth.My boyfriend always stopped me when I tried to set such a rhythm, saying that I was hurting him. I tensed up a bit, expecting the same reaction, but Lesha, it seems, my movements did not cause any inconvenience at all, he only encouraged me. I put my hands on his hands and continued to move faster and faster, unable to stop, because ... oh God !!! I screamed in such a way that I heard, probably, the whole house, because everything inside sank into a real orgasm. Oh God, yeah !!! In exhaustion, I fell next to Lesha, realizing that I had just experienced the first orgasm in my life not from caressing the clitoris with my hands or tongue, but right during sex! “Is everything all right?” He got scared. "You have no idea how much," I breathed. My handsome man grinned, knelt down and began to caress me with his tongue. "Aaaaaaa!" - I just screamed, twitching in convulsions of a new orgasm.

As soon as he let me take a breath, he lifted my hips and re-entered me, first moving slowly and gently, then increasing the pace. Then he went out and lay back on his back, and I repeated my previous maneuver: I caress him with my tongue, feeling the intoxicating mix of his smell with mine, and then I sat down on top. He readily gave me palms for support, I again began to move faster and faster and ABOUT GOD !!! Another orgasm! It was inexpressible. It took me a little time to recover, and I rushed to continue, but Alex gently stopped me. “Wait, he seems a bit tired,” he grinned. His penis really went limp. “But he did a good job.” “Oh yes,” I just exhaled, clinging to him. I closed my eyes and probably fell asleep for a moment, because I started up when Lyosha rose to look at his watch.

“Listen,” he said softly, continuing to hug me, “we will lie down for a while, but not for long, because I absolutely don’t want to meet again with that terrible lady who let us in here.”

- Wait, but ... what, three hours have passed already ?!

- Well, not quite yet, but ...

- Wow ... Oh ... But you ...

- It is absolutely not scary. The main thing that you were good. And about me make up for the next time.

The words “next time” spread warmly all over my body, raising the degree of my euphoria to some completely inaccessible heights. We got up, got dressed, I spent a lot of time in the bathroom, trying to restore hair and makeup. Then Alex went to the office, gently kissed me goodbye. I told them to drop me off at the subway, but in reality I was not in a hurry to get into a carriage full of people, but instead I walked along one of my favorite quiet streets in the center of Moscow. Despite the February dirt and huge drifts of lightly melted snow, spring was already approaching in the air. And I tried to analyze my emotions as usual, but I could not. They did not give in to analysis, they simply grew inside me with something completely endless. So I walked, looked at the sky, inhaled the scent of Alexey from my own hands, and was filled with warmth.

When I returned home, the decision was already made. That evening I told my boyfriend that we needed to break up.