After a minute, the cork slammed.

“Oh,” she cried, and smiled.

I poured a glass and handed it to her.

“And the truth is warm,” Irka confirmed as fact, but she sniffed, wrinkled from bursting bubbles.

She drank slowly, in small sips and did not say anything, just smiled. I drank too, and then she came up and looked into my eyes, squinted, her gaze was serious.

“Kiss me,” said Irka, just like that, and without waiting for me to do something, she lifted herself up on her chicks and stretched her lips to me.

I stooped and kissed.

“Fool,” she replied angrily, “is that how they kiss.”

She put the wine glass on and came close to me, stretched out her lips and touched mine. To say that I was in seventh heaven is to say nothing. The kiss was warm, gentle, she did it easily and without compulsion, as if she had always kissed me like that.

“And you ...” Irka sank down, looked into her eyes again, “you are kissing, even exciting.

“Or maybe ...” I replied somehow too bravely, “maybe still,” and immediately poured a new wine glass.

She looked at me, then at the glass, then took it and drank some champagne.

He is nothing. Irka thought, though not handsome, but very much, and how she kisses, as much as br ... She shrugged her shoulders, took the glass. In my chest, something scraped, as in youth, as if on a first date. I wanted to try, but something stopped. I cant. Suddenly flashed the thought. I'm married. Again the thought overtook her. He smiled and took her hand, and then kissed her. Ah, only to myself, Irka said, but she didn’t remove her hands. He opened her palm and kissed her again.

- seduce? She asked quietly.

“Yes,” he answered calmly, and kissed his finger again, “do you have to?”

“Well ...” she didn’t know what to say, he was her friend, family friend, he worked for her husband and yet she didn’t remove him, although she could.

“Irka, I love you,” Victor said in a slightly twisting tongue.

- Honestly? - she wanted to relieve the situation a bit.

“Yes, if you want, I will kneel down,” and he immediately dropped to his knees, and his hands continued to hold her hands and kiss.

“Silly,” she said tenderly, and the other hand lay on his head and fingers slightly squeezed his hair.

“Irka, you are perfect, you are the most beautiful and charming girl, you just ...” he muttered.

“And ...” she felt cheerfully, in the pile something clicked like a switch, then she wanted more, she wanted to step back and sit down in a chair — what next? She asked.

But he did not answer, his palms touched her knees and slowly crawled up under the dress.

“Oh,” she said for some reason, and she squeezed like a girl.

His palms brazenly lay on her buttocks, she felt how hot he was.

“Victor,” she paused with excitement, “it is not necessary,” her hands lay limply on his head, and his fingers had already picked up her swimming trunks and pulled them to the bottom, “I beg you,” her voice sounded pleading.

Victor stopped, although he drank it, but he could not behave arrogantly with Irka like that. He respected her and even charmed her. He didn’t just like her, she was sexy, it’s true, but he saw her friend in her, and they don’t do it with friends. He wanted to fix the swimming trunks, but Irina slightly swerved her ass and took a step back, Victor's hands dropped.

- I myself.

She moved away, Victor got up and looked at her awkwardly. Irina took another step back and running her hands under the hem of her dress, slightly twisted her ass and pulled them into place.

“I ...” he wanted to apologize for his behavior, but Irka was ahead of him.

She quickly walked over and raised herself on tiptoes and kissed him again on the lips. This time she kissed him openly, she wanted to gossip a little and nothing more, and therefore, when Victor got carried away she was confused, did not expect such a turn.

“You're the most beautiful girl,” he said softly when she sank down.

- Thank you, - she smiled and added, and you did, - and kissed again.

Irka did not want complications. Yes, maybe something in her chest and trembling, but she is a realistic and did not want to do as her friends did, and then still boasted that they have connections on the side. She could not do this, she loved her husband, she just wanted to experience a little what it was like to be with an outsider.

In the heart tickled, like a feather drove. She could hardly breathe and felt how her breasts either swelled, or vice versa shrank. She could not understand why she did it at all. But I wanted to kiss him again, and she would have done it, and maybe even ... Irka didn’t look that far. She was simply frightened, someone climbed to their floor and turned on the light in the corridor.

2

- Max invites you to go to his village for the summer, - Leshka said one morning.

- To the village? - Irina was surprised, - and what was there to do, I thought that we would go to Egypt, you promised, - she was offended right away.

- Sorry, I can not, lately, something has become frequent glitches on the air, customers grumble.

“Ah ...” she drawled.

Irka understood that broadcasting is very important, advertising on television gives the lion’s share of the profits, and here it is necessary to be more attentive.

“It's a pity,” she had already attached her son to her mother before the end of the summer and wanted to rest properly, but somehow she didn’t want to go and feed the mosquitoes. “No,” she told her husband, “then I’ll stay here, it’s better to go to the lake with Margarita, and Igor also left for her father in the village.

“C'mon,” seeing that she was greatly offended, “let's go out for the new year.”

“You already promised,” she said, mumbling.

- Honestly, we'll eat for the new year, Max says that he has a big, two-storeyed house, there is a garden and garden beds ...

- What? Beds, weed? - she plopped on the sofa.

- Why weed, I'm talking about berries. His father is in the hospital, he has injured his vertebrae, now he is lying on the hood in the hospital until the end of summer, and even there the river, sand, there is a lake, you can fish and walk on berries.

- No, no, - Irka was indignant, - and again no.

- Ludmila and her husband promised to go, how was he there?

“Leshka potatoes,” she muttered immediately.

- Well, they will go and more like Victor was going to.

- Do you have that party, or what? - Irina was surprised.

- Relax.

“I'll think about it,” she said, confused.

Staying in the city is not very good, and so the summer is short, and if it rains, you can and will return. And yet she didn’t want to go anywhere, not a familiar place, a house of strangers, and in general she was not happy, but agreed.

“Hello Irka,” Victor happily waved, seeing when the car pulled up.

“At least one joy to see you,” she murmured, getting out of the car and stretching her whole body, “what is staring at?” - Seeing him staring at her.

- I see you are in a great mood, okay, let's go show your room.

- And then what a lot of them? - Considering everything around asked Irina.

The village is like a village, good houses. These are not the old villages where the crooked houses, here and the road is good, even the pillars with lighting stand. Well, just civilization, suddenly there is also water supply.

The day was so-so. That flies, then the mosquitoes, and then another house is creaky, everything is heard who speaks in another part of the house.

“Ah,” Irka sighed, wandering aimlessly around the garden and already dreamed of when Luda arrived. True, she did not love her husband, some pompous, always builds himself a connoisseur. - Well, okay, because I do not live with him.

A couple of days later, Irka got used to it, already knew what was where and where, so that she ran from the second floor to the first, to the street and home. Max's mom lived in a summer house, he stood apart, he was built back when the main house was being built, and then it was not dismantled.

Several times went to the river. First with Leshka, and after one, but it’s not pleasant to walk alone, someone is always waiting for you ... Read more →