- Do you want to eat? - asked Olya.
“I would not refuse,” her brother answered.
“I don't know,” I grunted.
“I would eat,” my wife replied.
- Then, let's go to the restaurant, we'll stop? They cook well there! - Olga said.
- Come on, - said Dima and we went.

In the restaurant we sat opposite each other, my wife, although she sneaked a look at me, her gaze was slightly guilty. During the meal, Olya “delighted” us with the fact that she also had a program of rest for tomorrow, only without excursions, but in more detail, we learn only in the morning. Olya also mentioned that she had a plane ticket tomorrow night, saying that she was on a business trip and she was so sorry to leave, but business is business.

“The dream disappeared somewhere,” Olga said, opening the front door of her house.
“I'm terribly tired,” said Vika.
- And I would drink a little bit of whiskey, who will make the company? - asked Dima.
“I won't drink, but I can make a company,” I replied.
“Good night everyone,” my wife said and walked to the stairs leading to the second floor.
- Vika, wait a second, - said Olya. She approached her, took her hand and led her into her room.
- What is it, they? - looking at Dima, I asked.
“I don’t know, probably women's secrets,” he answered.

Diman took out a glass from the bar, poured whiskey and throwing off his jacket, sat on a leather sofa in the hall.

“I will change clothes and come,” I said, and went to the room allocated to me.
- Come on, - shouted Dmitry.

Passing by Olga’s room, he tried to make out what they were talking about, but nothing was heard, but Dima turned on the TV in the hall.
After changing into shorts and a sports shirt, I returned to the gym, Diman was still there alone.

- Oli was not yet? - I asked.
“No, I sit here alone, like an owl,” he replied.

After about 10 minutes, Olga came out of her outer clothes and she had a long, homemade T-shirt, which slightly hides her thighs.

- Nothing that I am? - Going into the hall, she asked.
“Kmh ...” normal, I answered.
- Yes, you embarrassed him! - Die Diman.
- Stop doing that! - Olya responded quickly.

She poured two glasses, one filed to me, I looked at her questioningly.

“Well, just a little, for company,” she said.

We sat for half an hour, chatting about different things, the time was not so late, but tiredness made itself felt.

- Everything, I am sleeping, - getting up from the couch, Dima said. He took the jacket and was about to go to the room to my wife.
- Dima, did you understand me ?! - Sister said seriously, and no less seriously ... looked at him.

He turned, as if in surprise ...

- To bed creaked and moans were! You understood me?! And so that there was no more sex in secret, with biting hands! - Olya continued.
“You will hear, do not worry,” said Diman with a brazen smile, and went upstairs.

I also thought to go, but then the thought came to me - to give Olga drink a drink, the fatigue of the day and the liquor, do their work, quickly cut it to sleep and my wife comes to me.

- And let's drink some more? - I suggested and went to the bar, for a bottle. I tried not to respond to Oli's words, yet hoping that there would be no creaking.
- Come on, - Olga agreed with pleasure and held out a glass.
- So what about you? You're divorced, is there a lady of the heart? - asked with a smile Olya.
“Well, so-so, nothing serious,” I replied.

Honestly, I didn’t know what to say, I’m free to say - it will start pestering, but if it starts openly, Vika will see ... I will say that love is here ... I didn’t really come up with an explanation, all of a sudden it would be ... completely off Olya
“Mmmm,” she moaned unequivocally, and moved from the next couch to me. The first thought - that got what to do then?

There were heard some sounds from the second floor. Olya immediately exploded and quickly ran into the kitchen.

- Oooooh! Gone up! She shouted happily from the kitchen and added, Andrei, come here!

I got up, came to the kitchen and realized that it was ...from the second floor came the creaking of the bed, the bedroom of the “couple” was located partly above the kitchen and partly above Olga’s room. The first thought, yes, they are just fooling around, jumping on the bed and depicting sex, it can not be that my wife ... did this to me and had sex, practically with me.

- Accelerate, - Olga laughed and sat on a chair, saying - Let's sit here, I'm not a pervert, but for me these are pleasant sounds.
- Do you like to eavesdrop? - I asked.
- Well, I'm not listening to the door, and what's wrong with that? She answered.

“But I’m not smart,” I began.
- Yes, you do, some strange! She answered.

The moans of my wife began to come from the bedroom, and the bed, judging by the sound, gained momentum.

- Come on, brother, come on! Wow, how I envy him now! - blurted out, pleased Olya.

I turned around and went to the hall on the sofa, I was sure that it was just a performance, but I didn’t care, it was not clever. The squeaks and groans seemed to have subsided, Olya returned to the hall, a fucking light appeared in her eyes, but for sure I was not ready for this, not now.

“I can’t sleep, I can’t cut them down,” I said, getting up from the couch.
- And I would have sat, - with a hint of sadness, said Olga.
- Oh, yes, we'll sit down tomorrow, - I said and went.
- Andrei, wait! Pour me another drink, since I got up.

I took the bottle, went to the sofa, on which sat Olya and poured her alcohol.

- Enjoy your dreams, - said Olya and slapped me on the ass!
- Do not row up! - I joked and went to my room.

I took off my clothes and went into the shower, Olgin flashed in my head a slap on the ass ... and maybe really fuck her ... Anyway, sooner or later I will change my wife, according to statistics, most couples change each other. I drove these thoughts away, dried off and went to my room, it was obvious that the light was still burning in the hall. I went to my room and closed the latch, there wasn’t enough time for Olya to get drunk and come.
I lay down on the sofa, picked up the phone and wrote a text message to my wife: “What was that? What did you do there ?! I am already at home, Olga is still awake! ” The answer came: “Do not believe it, Diman was riding on my bed, and I was sitting on the couch and moaning” (and a pair of laughing smiles, right now ... I was not amused!). I answered: “I think I will fall asleep in an hour, come!”, The wife answered: “Maybe you don’t need it? I want to sleep! After 10 minutes, we still creak and lie down, ”I wrote:“ Then I will come myself! You will sleep with me! ”, The wife replied:“ What kind of children's conditions and whims ?! ”, I wrote“ You will come and talk! ”And put the phone away. After about 15 minutes, the text message came: “Favorite, don't be mad, this is just a game. Let's begin now. ” I understood what it was, but I did not hear anything. I got up and quietly opened the door to the corridor, there was a scuffle from above, then I saw how Olya went upstairs, I managed to close my door. I wonder why she went there? I grabbed the phone and wrote to my wife: “Olga went upstairs, I saw,” the answer came instantly: “why? And there we are jumping hard, now I'll start groaning. ” I lay down on the bed, anyway, Olya is still awake, respectively, Vika cannot come, and I cannot get to her. I did not notice how I fell into a dream and fell asleep.

I still did not understand that I woke up, shook my head to the side, my wife was not around. Damn, I fell asleep, I looked at the phone, it was 7 in the morning, there was no SMS from my wife, apparently I fell asleep. I opened the door, walked over to Olya's room - there was silence behind the door, I went to the kitchen, looked into the hall - no one. I quickly went up to the second floor, turned the knob - the door was closed on the other side, the phone was in my hand, I wrote to my wife sms: “I'm under the door, open it”. I did not hear the sound of the incoming SMS, so the phone was on vibration. I slowly knocked, silence, I knocked harder ... sleep I was about to leave ...

- Who's there? - in a sleepy voice, asked his wife.
“It's me, open up,” I replied.
- Hello! - opening the door, said Vika, she had a sleepy face.
- Hello! - I kissed her. She was wearing another nightie, translucent, through which she could see her wife's panties and slightly visible, bare breasts .... Read more →