I know like the others, but with us it was like such a tender, slightly covered with a thin florom of eroticism lying in one bed. Where naked bodies did not have sex, but tenderly touched each other, letting you suddenly feel that Lidka’s and Vika’s breasts were equally soft-elastic, and wringing hair on my head was better at Vika. And Lidka very gently and very gently can playfully pinch at the withers, idly calling me a cat. I do not know how they are, but I fell asleep, hugging them both, in a state of complete happiness. Even the obligatory afternoon call to Clara-Kayre with sweet speeches and playful notes did not spoil this attitude. I was OK.

***

On Monday, it turned out that we will have more work. A new contract was signed, and people, as always, one-two and all. “Inspired” by this news, because everything now rested on us, as we quickly prepare the documents and calculations, everything else will turn out, in the evening Vika and I burst into the apartment where Lidka was already spinning at the stove. At dinner, the second news came - a commission came to the company to Lidka two weeks later with a check and for these fourteen days it is necessary to draw a picture of financial, if not well-being, then positive development. The head company knows that the director is stealing, but they cannot prove it. Or do not want. But it is their business. Take the pressure off accountants, such as Lidka. Draw and enjoy. In short, for two weeks, Lidka and I saw a glimpse. She often hung up at work for an hour, and Vika and I met her at the bus stop, brought her home, fed her, and put her to bed. And they themselves crawled under the covers, trying not to wake the tired genius of financial reporting. And very gently they woke up to the already prepared breakfast. Just the perfect Swedish family. But without sex, since everyone was exhausted. On the third week, the working version of the project was handed over to the chief, the commission, for some reason, Lidka was delayed, and we fell into bed with the only thought - to sleep!

When the door slammed, I woke up. He twisted his arms around him in bed and found no one. Why, sleepy and sluggish, went into the kitchen. We have two gathering places in the apartment - a bed and a kitchen. Toilet and bathroom are intimate, to a certain extent, and they were not. But inspection of the open spaces of the kitchen with a sleepy eye showed no traces of the beauties of the house. With a wave of his hand, “a and hell with them, let them be strayed, if they have fled to where” I drank a glass and went to bed. But I was not allowed to continue the restorative sleep. The doorbell rang. Quietly swearing, jumping on one leg, I will not stand naked in the doorway, I reached the door and threw it open, wanting to ask the caller what, in fact, he needs?

But the words are stuck in the throat, not having time to go to the vocal part. Olga stood on the threshold. Without saying a word, she pushed me inside, stepped over the threshold.

- Lidka home? - Cloak slipped from his shoulders, remaining a hill on the floor.

- Not. - I felt that she was all boiling. From it something was going, not even in waves - a tsunami, pulling it into the abyss, which caused my sleeping boyfriend to start.

- Clear.- She turned to me, fingered the latch on the door behind her back. - You just do not say anything? Good?

- What are you talking about? - The lower part of me has already guessed, but the upper one, somehow stupid. Well, the head is not the head, requires acceleration.

- Come to me - you will know.

Her lips pulled my brain, knocking out all of them sleepy bliss. My hands wrapped around her waist, letting her enjoy the elasticity of her body and the smell of her desires. And then dived down the thighs, getting out of the folds of the collected fabric of the dress. Fingers felt this sizzling heat even before they pressed against the slippery canvas of pantyhose. New-fashioned tights on the thighs did not strongly resist the fingers, which, trembling with impatience, did not begin to lead any evolution around and so forth.

- Stay. - She lay back, panting from our super-long kiss. - Stay.

- What for? - Tights were in her area of ​​the knees. - What for? After all, everything is clear. And why words?

- You - She sucked in the air, as if she was going to dive very deep. - You...

- I'm with you. - Half boots flew into the corner, letting the pantyhose go in free flight. What a smell! The member howled, knocking out the last nuggets of consciousness calling out to conscience. - Do not talk.

- I...

- You. - Our lips again soldered passion, forcing hands to rush over the body of her lover in search of a place where they could stop and enjoy a partner. But there was no such place, which made us look like blind people who were trying in a hurry to find a saving crane stopping the disaster.

And the crash was looming with Fujiyama. Not less. I, Olga, Lidka, Vika, this insatiable Kaira, all of our sexual force, rushing out, mixed, intertwined into a single force. Such a force that carried us away from the world around us, raising our bodies, our hearts, our two-body world of two bodies, which has been formed now, here - in this narrow space of the hallway, to a cosmic height. Where, except for us, our hearts, pulsing in time with the rhythm of sexual attraction, there was nothing. Yes, it could not be. In the cosmos of a pair there is only the world of this pair. The rest is just passing by. And is it worth paying attention to this now?

The dress, shot through the head, showed her body, beckoning with its curves, luxurious body, and chest, bound in the tight limits of a beautiful bra. Lowered "night" pants gave nestled his desire to the member, who was trembling with the desire to hot Olga's belly. Silent struggle with undressing turned us in the hallway, putting directly in front of the mirror. In which our mirror twins passionately wrapped their arms around each other, mooing from the resulting pleasure of a kiss, touch. And it seems that they, too, threw us glances full of passion and lust.

Previously, reading novels, when there were lines about lust, in different versions there, such as "lustful eyes", "lustful feelings" and the like, I understood that this is, well, not very good, right. But now I felt that our lust is normal, our flesh demanded this lust, our couple bathed in this lust and its gluttony.