The morning was already aggressively crawling into the room through the curtains drawn, but I stubbornly did not open my eyes. Sweet bliss flooded me to the top of my head. I dreamed of something incredibly erotic, but, unfortunately, the dream dissolved in the lightening room, leaving behind only the excitement and sensations. For example, this is the sensation of a warm male callus, touching my delicate abdomen through a thin nightdress. Against my will, I regretfully emerged from sleep. Reality greeted me with the quiet rustle of bed linen, someone else's breath, and unclear smells. I felt in front of my husband's wide and hot back. Reluctantly opened her eyelids, squinting at the bright sunbeam, which still found a loophole between the night curtains. The husband lay in his favorite pose - on his side, facing the wall.

I did not immediately understand that the feeling of a hand on my body did not disappear along with the remnants of a dream. While I painfully tried to force my thoughts into a pile, my hand went higher and gently covered my chest. Only then I realized that this hand could not belong to my husband, who was lying in front of me. Yesterday evening came to mind - the arrival of Viti (my school friend, classmate) and the gatherings until nightfall. She remembered how her husband, Andrew, crookedly agreed to his arrival. Of course. You never know who he is to me in the past? Empty doubts are just a good friend. All childhood together, like a brother to me. After school, even at the institute, two courses together learned. The boys, against my fears, quickly got to know each other and decently put in alcohol.

Everything fell into place. Now I caught what I was ignoring in half a nap - uneven sniff behind my back and the warmth of a large body in close proximity to mine. This is where my sweet morning dream is, full of unspeakable erotica and longing! And how long has this annoying five explored my body?

How strange! I never would have thought that Victor could cause such emotions in me. At some point of our sluggish acquaintance with him, it seems already at the institute, when I had a gap between the former boyfriend and the future, I looked at him from the point of view of a woman. But then I couldn’t decide anything for myself, but in the meantime, I doubted, I had a new guy, and Vitya remained a friend. Did he want more then? I think yes. It was read in his eyes, in his attempts to spend more time with me and in a thousand other trifles, which are so convenient not to notice when you want to stay with your boyfriend friends.

I haven't seen him for so long! I remember how sincerely delighted when he arose on the threshold, and how embarrassed when she realized that this was no longer the lanky and angular guy I knew. A confident young man appeared in front of me, with a calm, understanding look and unhurried manners filled with dignity. I also remembered my husband’s glance, running from me to our guest, a little incredulous, after my stories about “boy-friend”, as if he was trying to determine if I told him the whole truth, and if there was anything more between us. I understand my husband perfectly. It must be difficult to accept a guest who may have once possessed your wife. But there was nothing like that, really. It is strange that last night I felt regret about this.

Oops! We arrived! What kind of thoughts?

I clearly remembered that we were putting Victor in the hall. At least I was bedding him there on the couch. Unlike the guys, I was absolutely sober, because I drank it purely symbolically at the very beginning, for my arrival and acquaintance (my husband had only seen him in photographs before), and that’s all. And now I suddenly remembered a flat joke from my spouse at the end of the evening: “It will be boring - come to us”, over which the guys drunk a little giggle.It turns out he understood literally ?! Strange, but I, usually sleeping very sensitively, did not remember at all the moment when Victor came to us, to the matrimonial bedroom. Maybe we really lay down so?

My thoughts were interrupted by the same hand, starting to squeeze the chest easily through the nightie's fabric. I held my breath, squinted at my husband's broad back in front of me. And now what i can do!?...

My sleepy reflections and memories could not drive away the pleasant morning bliss and languid excitement of the body. I unconsciously detained the moment when I would have to stop this debauchery, and having thoughtlessly closed my eyes, just lay, allowing myself to caress. I just sleep.

The breast, persistently caressed by strong fingers through thin and cool silk nightie, became heavier, the tight tension to the nipple. Now it will be very difficult to pretend to be sleeping, and then it will be impossible. My breathing increased. If you decide something, you need to do it right now. But how hard, how you do not want to interrupt the charm of this moment. When there are no words, no obligations and prohibitions. When only the bodies communicate with each other.

The insistent dictates of reason to stop this sweet torture, drowned in tenderness, spreading in every cell of the body. After all, it is he! My Victor. The guy who spent so much time with me, who gave me so much and got so little in return. Did I feel obligated to him? Maybe she felt some guilt for his shattered hopes? I do not know. Or maybe I just wanted for a short moment to let him feel all that he is deprived of. After all, I will never belong to him. That's life. I am married and love my spouse. But Victor ... This is different. These are animated girlish fantasies and naive expectations of youth. This is an inexpressible yearning for simply touching the hand, from realizing the fact of the transition from friendship to something more, from the prohibition of such affection.

But why does he continue ?! Does he not understand that this cannot be continued? What is about to wake up my husband. What would he even think if he saw a stranger in his bed next to his wife? What will take? Doesn't Vitya understand that it's time to stop and be grateful for this short liberty in memory of the past days? Why does he continue ?!

The hand unexpectedly left the excited chest stiff and quickly slid onto my thigh, which was open almost to the buttocks with a short nightie. I had time to experience a mixture of relief and regret, until I felt that no one was going to let me go so easily. The hand, gliding coarse calluses over my smooth skin, pushed light fabric over my stomach, exposing my buttocks. Where did he get such blisters, he's an office employee? Maybe the gym? I did not ask yesterday.

My heart skipped a beat when his fingers covered the buttock, which was in no way prevented by thin black thongs, and squeezed it slightly. I hesitantly stirred. It was already a chur! It seems that I completely missed the moment when all this could be stopped. Now it was impossible to pretend that I was sleeping. I am sure that Vitya knew that I was awake, looking forward to his caress with impatience and fear. Did he consider my inaction a sign of consent ?!

And then several things happened at once: Victor's fingers slid easily into my panties from the front, so that I only had time to squeeze my knees together convulsively, and my husband's wide back moved. Holding my breath, I watched in confusion as my husband turned over on his back and turned to face me. Excitement faded, as if washed away by an icy shower. How did everything go so far ?! What is the next?!

Not daring to move, I watched my husband's eyes open, how meaningfulness pops up in him, how he calmly and sleepily examines me. Viti's hand in my shorts also froze when her husband stirred. I knew exactly what was about to happen. Her husband's gaze will drop below, and he will see my nightie, almost pulled up to the chest, and the hand of another man in my panties. So it happened! I watched hopelessly as my husband's pupils dilate when the meaning of what he saw comes to his mind. Thoughts in my head left. It was late to do something.I covered my eyelids, breathing heavily, not so much from excitement as from fear, waiting for my fate. How I did not want a scandal! How she did not want Vitya to become a witness and a culprit in a family quarrel! To our first for so much ...