All events and characters are fictional.

Vika tiredly leaned back on the back of her car and rubbed her nose. From all this headache that was happening in her life now, she was already completely confused and could not come to some final decision. And the problem was this: she cheated on her husband, and she did it not because she didn’t have enough of a damn thing to fuck her, but because she fell in love with her lover.

Her husband Alexander Agapov was a police sergeant. They have been married for four years, for which three and a half of these four she did not regret having married. Everything changed when she saw Nikita Prokhorov. She and her husband went to rest on a small recreation center, outside the city. The recreation center was something like a camp for those who loved to go hiking, spend the night in tents somewhere in the woods near the fire, go hunting and so on. My husband loved such trips and that time took Victoria with him. The girl still did not know to thank the holy providence for this trip or to curse the day when she arrived there.

She paid attention to him immediately. Tall, pumped up, very confident. She always loved powerful, strong men, her husband, too, was so, although of course, compared to Nikita, he was simply not a self-confident modest person.

Nikita had tough features, not just all these cute Hollywood beauties like DiCaprio or Jamie Dornan who played Christian Gray. His eyes looked hard and sharp, there was something fascinating and domineering about them, it seemed they could see right through you.

Vika stood and silently watched Nikita while her husband unloaded things from the car. He stood and talked to some man, apparently the camp commander, leaning with one hand on the wooden railing of the stairs. Even from a distance of several meters Vika saw his pumped muscles rolling. Suddenly, he interrupted the conversation and turned to look straight into her eyes. Vicki’s body seemed to have missed an electrical discharge, embarrassed, she looked down. “Gosh, noticed how I looked at him.”

From that moment on and all the following month Vika kept a sly watch on him, afraid even to admit to herself that she had fallen in love with another man. Every morning at six in the morning he got up, went out into the street (no matter what the weather was) and started to pull up on the bar, then did push-ups. Vika did not miss a single occasion to watch him from the window. For her, it became a kind of ritual. Once he trained even in the pouring rain, naked to the waist. Vika watched him spellbound from the window of their room. And who said that only men love with their eyes?

- What are you doing over there? - A voice rang out behind her and Victoria jumped. Sasha woke up.

- Nothing. It was raining hard outside, she answered as calmly as possible.

- Go to bed.

Vika lay down next to him, he pulled her to him, his hand began to caress her breasts and nipples, and her lips found her lips. Pulling off her nightdress and underpants, he entered her. Lying under him, Vika represented in his place ... well, of course, Nikita.

Later, combing before breakfast, Vika scolded herself for these thoughts. “It’s impossible, I'm married. I must love my husband, and not some mysterious warrior ”Vika looked at her reflection in the mirror. "What are you naughty little liar" - she thought to herself.

Vika always liked her looks, and it was from what. Medium height, light curls and blue eyes, slightly snub nose, elastic breast of the second size, and the ass is something to hold on to. Vika always looked after herself, visited the gym, dressed not expensively but stylishly, applied not too catchy makeup. She didn’t like all those chickens who put tons of cosmetics on themselves, and went to her institute decorated like Indians, thinking that it was very beautiful.The guys at the institute certainly paid attention to her, but he did not dare to drive into the open. They were afraid of her husband.

In this camp, they lived for a month with Sasha. We went on joint campaigns. Nikita was also in their group. With all he was friendly enough, but, nevertheless, no one did not come closer, and tried to keep himself apart. Subsequently, Vika found out that he was 30 years old (8 years older than Vika), that at 18 he lost his parents in a car accident (at these words her heart ached painfully) after that he left to serve in the army. Further, about his life, he did not spread.

For the whole month, they didn’t communicate too often, exchanged only meaningless phrases, kept talking about nothing, but every time Vika was lost and confused in his presence as a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl. At the same time, it must be said that Vika was not at all one of a timid, her tongue was sharp, which her husband had noted more than once. Yes, only all the sharpness somewhere has disappeared in the presence of Nikita.

Finally came the last day of their stay in the camp. Tomorrow, early in the morning, everyone is going home. Victoria felt on the one hand relief from the fact that they would leave, because finally her life would return to normal, and all unnecessary thoughts would finally leave her head, and on the other hand ... after all, they would never see each other again. She had only one hope that tomorrow she would carve out a couple of minutes before leaving to say goodbye to him a few goodbye words.

She could not even imagine what would happen next. The time was already quite late, about eleven in the evening. After collecting bed linen Vika hurried to the laundry to hand it over. There was no light in the room, so she left the door open and began to lay out the laundry in piles. Suddenly the door slammed shut behind her. Vika turned sharply and was stunned. He stood in the doorway. Nikita Naked to the waist. His dark hair was messy and wet, apparently after a shower.

- Hello - Vick stupidly said not knowing how to behave - what are you doing here?

“I'm watching you,” he said calmly, not taking his eyes off her. Slowly like a tiger, he began to approach her. Vika backed her back against the wall.

- Do not be afraid - he said - I will not do anything bad to you.

He walked over and touched her cheek. Vick was thrown into the heat from his touch, but nevertheless she found the strength to say:

- I have to go. The husband will be worried.

“I’ve been a boy a long time ago and noticed how you’ve been watching me all this time,” he said, caressing her cheek. His gaze could melt the metal.

The blood rushed to Vika in the face, she was flushed with paint, thanks to God that it is dark here (the light only fell from the window) and he does not see it.

“The idiot he saw all this time. How could you be such a fool? ”- the girl scolded herself.

Sharply turning her back to himself, he pressed his lips to her neck. Her goosebumps ran down her back.

“I myself have been watching you for a long time,” he said quietly. - You can not even imagine what was happening in my pants when I first saw you. It was not easy to catch you, your husband was on the alert. - he grinned slightly.

“God what he says. Has he been following me all this time? He didn’t even show him a look ”- thoughts circled round and round in Vika’s head.

Meanwhile, he began to unbutton her dress lock.

- Nikita is so impossible - the girl said barely breathing - I am married.

- Do you think it will stop me? - he asked.

The lock was unzipped, the dress fell to her feet. His arms wrapped around her breasts and squeezed, making her moan. He unzipped her bra and he was on the floor too. His hands crushed her naked breasts, fingers played with her nipples, which were already like stone. Ass she felt his erection. Grabbing her face, he kissed her lips hard and aggressively. His tongue penetrated her mouth, examining him. Hands dropped below penetrated the panties, fingers touched the clitoris. Vika was unable to restrain groaned, her mouth was plugged by his kiss. Tearing away from her, he pulled her thong panties nicely emphasizing her ass.Turning her face to him and clasping her buttocks, he sat her on a small ...