smiling, I corrected him.

- Do not greyhound! - Andrew finally tried to slap me on the pope, but the robe ruined everything, and left the apartment.

And she turned and leaned back against the door, feeling her heart beating loudly. Too much to make sense of everything happened this morning. A man was washing in my bathroom, and this is not my husband! As the saying goes, “turn on the back” was late. Soon he will come out of there, and even if I think again, and begin to build myself into a touchless person, this is unlikely to stop him. After what happened.

In the shower off the water. Vziknula curtain. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, straightened my hair, abandoned the idea of ​​tinting my lips and stopped at a loss. Now Victor will be released. I did not have time to change clothes in order to observe at least some propriety. As I was, in a dressing gown on a naked body, I again entered the hall and sank into a chair.

The door from the bathroom finally opened and the bare feet were slapped down the corridor.

- Andrey, I took your towel for a hike. You dont mind?

Then Victor walked into the hall, holding a towel around his waist, and saw that there was no one but me here. I swallowed convulsively, unable to look away from the curly hair on his chest and abdomen, rushing curls down.

- Where is Andrei?

- Are you sure that you need him? - I smiled shyly, feeling for some reason not a seducer, but an awkward schoolgirl.

Vitya understood what was happening, and gradually his impudent physiognomy blurred in a contented smile. In an attempt to somehow justify my husband, I still said:

- He went to the store. And we ... have a little time.

- Do you want? - Victor approached the place where I was sitting.

Damn, is it really impossible without these stupid questions! I was already so embarrassed. All red, I silently nodded.

- What about my husband? - he came close. My face was several centimeters from the towel on his hips.

- Vitya! - I angrily threw up my head, looking into his eyes. - I'll kill you! - I whispered, feeling his heavy hand on his head.

He, smiling, fingered my hair, insistently bringing my face to my groin. He let go of the towel, and it itself slid down his powerful hairy legs. I held my breath, when before my eyes began to straighten his thing, as if alive, reaching for me. Throwing another indignant glance at my tempter, I felt the warmth of his head with my lips and felt the smell.

- Come on ... - my lover deafly ordered, and I can not resist, opened his lips.

Carefully, but persistently, he penetrated into my mouth until I almost reached my throat. I never boasted a deep blowjob, and now tears have come to my eyes. A member immediately freed my throat, but only in order to begin my movement again in a second. I swam from intolerable debauchery and yearning. A terrible shame that this is not just a casual man, but my old friend, almost a brother, mixed with excitement precisely from this fact.

- You can't imagine how I dreamed about it! - Vitya said dully, not letting go of the clenched palms of my head.

I looked up at him, but could not answer anything - he did not free my mouth. Although it is unlikely that I could now answer something worthwhile. Thoughts in my head began to get confused. He smelled the shower gel my husband uses. And as soon as I realized this, the first small orgasm pierced me from below. I closed my eyes, letting his cock out of my lips and softly groaning in my groin to my lover. Short curly hair gently tickled her nose and nose. He pressed me to himself in this position and sifted through my hair while I came to my senses.

After catching my breath, I pulled away and looked at his thing. Near it was so big. Trite, but yes - more than her husband. It was foolish to deny it. I stroked his hand and looked up, met Vitya with looks. The face immediately flared, but I did not remove my hand, but went down below, now touching my testicles.They pursed, and there now everything was so tight, like her husband had at such moments.

“Let's go to bed,” I was the first to break the silence, and, rising from the chair, took his hand. When I got up, the robe slipped from my shoulders and I was left naked. His hungry gaze, immediately gliding over my body, embarrassed me. I led him, who was funny, stepping over with the household upstairs, into our bedroom with my husband. I tried to smile over his shoulder, but with excitement I could hardly succeed.

We walked over to the bed and my eyes fell on Andrei and my wedding framed picture. Why legs have become wadded. Quickly, in order not to change my mind, I turned to Vita, kissed him on the lips and, closing my eyes, lay down on the bed, covering my eyes with my hand.

Victor was in no hurry, and I looked at him through my fingers. He stood and looked at me with an incomprehensible smile.

- I did not think that you ... such ...

“What?” I deafly asked, not sure that I wanted to hear the answer.

- Yes, such ... - he paused, and suddenly suddenly: - spread your legs!

I froze, feeling my heart pounding.

- Vitya! - whispered indignantly, but barely audible.

I was torn between embarrassment and agitation. It's not easy to show yourself like that even to your husband, and now ...

- Come on! - his voice became more insistent. The smile has become cynical.

Not believing that I was doing this, I obeyed.

- Good girl !. And what a touchy thing used to be ... Remember?

- Vitya! - I already reproached him in a voice, my face was burning. I knelt knees.

- Spread it!

I listened again. It was some kind of torture!

- I like you like that better ...

- Vitya, soon my husband will come ...

- So what?

To this I really had nothing to answer. After all, it was obvious that my husband left me with him intentionally.

“Just ...” I stumbled, picking up the words, “I want to try ... without him ...”

Red as a cancer, I covered my face with my hands.

Vitya called me a rude word, which cut off the ear, but did not cool my excitement, and jumped at me. He squeezed my hands above his head, holding in one of his wide palms, and caressing the other with his chest, and took a greedy kiss at me. I, sobbing his lips, answered. Soon the rough fingers left my chest and slipped between my legs, rubbing me there in the perineum, penetrating into me.

I, trembling finely all over, took caresses. Finally, he lay down on me. Huge heavy body. Chest to chest. His end pressed against me somewhere in the abdomen. I in a frenzy caressed his tongue. He buried his face in my neck, kissing, and spread my knees even wider, sharply entered. I sighed loudly. Although I was ready, but the huge head pulled me so tight that it hurt.

Vitya, having slipped his wide palms under me, squeezed their buttocks with them, opening me even stronger, and began to move at a frantic pace. I choked on his shoulder. Vitya was taller than her husband, and in this position my face was somewhere in the region of his chest and shoulder.

In such a wild shaking a few minutes passed. I swam from the intolerable sensations and moaned deeply to the whole apartment.

- Like? - Vitya pulled away and now peered into my face, without stopping.

I closed my eyes, blissed out.

- Answer!

- Yes! Yes! - I quietly sobbed in time with his movements.

- Better than with her husband?

“Mmm,” instead of answering, I dug my nails into his back, feeling the explosion approaching.

Vitya in a clever torture slowed down:

- Answer me, bitch!

Tears filled my eyes, but I couldn’t allow him to stop now!

- Yes! - I exhaled quietly, not believing that I was saying this, looking at my tormentor from under my eyelashes.

- Yes Yes Yes! Better! - I almost cried, ready to kill him, and beg him not to stop. Now, from me it was possible to extract any recognition.

- Bitch! - Victor grunted, starting to pump me up again in sharp and deep movements.

I finished. It seemed to me that it was from this word. While I was pulling my pelvis uncontrollably and squeaking into the pillow, Vitya did not stop. And when I relaxed sprawled on the sheets, suddenly jumped out of me, and began to poke somewhere lower. Though I was now completely demoralized by what is happening, I still found the strength to prevent him from entering the ass. Now I was not ready for such a moral or physical point of view.

“You will tear me ...” I whispered to him, resting my hands on the chest.

Then he quit trying to stuff his own pear into me and reached up on his lap somewhere up. Before my eyes his shaggy chest swam, then his belly, and finally, a wet and shiny penis swayed in front of my face. The man knelt over me and poked his groin in my face. The pose was humiliating, but I understood that I had nowhere to go. Therefore she hugged his buttocks with cool fingers and opened her mouth.

After just a few movements in the tight ring of my lips, Vitya roughly grabbed my hair, not allowing me to step back, and finished.

- Fucking! - He moaned, by inertia, continuing to move the pelvis. I choked and wriggled out of his grip. He quickly grabbed his penis with his hand at the base and earned all over the trunk, prolonging sensations. From this a few more long and hot drops lay on my lips and chin. Having held a wet head for my breasts, the man fell off.

It was all over, and, as usual, remorse and shame crept into my head. I quietly wiped my face with the edge of the sheet.

And then it suddenly dawned on me that I could hear the hall, where the door was not closed, the sound of clinking bottles and the creak of the chair. Andrew came! And how long has he been here, I did not know! And what of what was happening in our bedroom with him, he heard, I didn’t know either! It was terrible!

But Vitya, it seemed, was not embarrassed. He was lounging in the place of her husband, idly studying the ceiling, his chest still heaving from heavy breathing. He was obviously not going to leave. Therefore, I myself found my dressing gown on the floor, and, wrapping myself more tightly, I went out to see my husband.