His new neighbor
"You know, Vitya, we have a new neighbor," his wife said animatedly, placing a bowl of soup in front of Viktor. "A lovely, nice woman. Very nice, pleasant-looking. I've already met her. She just moved into Nadya's old apartment, and her TV isn't working yet. So, darling, I invited her over to watch the series with us."
"Invited her, so you invited her," Viktor replied with feigned indifference, secretly delighted by this circumstance.
Returning from work, he had also seen the new neighbor and, as they say, had taken a fancy to her. A woman, amazingly nice, petite, and lively.
Exactly such, perky,petite women sparked a special interest in him. Letting her pass by, he managed to steal a glance at her slender figure, noticing her full, slightly too large for her delicate frame breasts, beautiful legs, and a round, nut-like bottom. Ah, what a devilishly good one! Stunningly good!
She came over right after the "Vremya" program ended, just in time for the start of the Mexican or American series that all the women in their town were hooked on.
"Ah, so you're my new neighbor?" she inquired directly and cheerfully, offering him her narrow, warm hand. "Lena."
"What, he's probably already given you the once-over with an appraising look?" Valentina chuckled. "You, Lena, be careful with him. He's fond of pretty women."
"I'll definitely keep that in mind," Lena replied with a smirk, looking into Viktor's eyes with laughing eyes. Her gaze held a cheerful interest.
He was so tempted to look at her, and he was restraining himself with great difficulty.
"Damn! How sweet and exceptionally good this woman is!" he thought excitedly. "I saw her and was immediately captivated. It's some kind of obsession! It hasn't happened to me in a long time."
The apartment where Elena had now moved in was well known to him, even too well. Of course! After all, he had lived there for over a year. Only recently, a month before its former owner and Valentina's former close friend moved away, he had left her to return to his wife. He still had the key to her door in his pocket, which he had forgotten to return to Nadezhda when leaving. Because he harbored the hope of visiting her from time to time when the opportunity arose.
His Valentina had been friends with Nadya since school. After graduating, they enrolled and studied together at the teachers' college. They got jobs at the same school together. They got apartments together. But only Valentina got married, while Nadya was less fortunate. Because they both fell in love with the same guy—him, Viktor.
Valentina was unaware of this for a time. But Viktor understood it very quickly. Nadezhda became very flustered and blushed hotly when he, joking, playfully hugged her in front of his wife, or dropped by her place for some reason. As her friend's husband, he was a trusted person, and Nadya gave him a spare key when she went on vacation to a resort. She gave it, but either didn't want to ask for it back or was too shy.
To be honest, he found her very attractive. In her presence, as happened around beautiful women, his heart would start racing and he often felt a sharp desire to take advantage of her accessibility. When he hugged and pressed her to him, placing a hand on her chest or rear, she would yieldingly cling to him, her eyes would become misty, and it took Viktor great effort to resist the temptation to go further. He was sure Nadya wouldn't resist.
Unlike his slender, thin Valentina, Nadya's figure was slightly more solid and shapely, with a large, temptingly round rear, which Viktor secretly pinched on her firm buttocks. Inviting her friend over, his Valentina didn't suspect that an attraction to her was growing and multiplying within him. He dreamed and saw in his sleep how he would overpower Nadezhda, take her.
During his wife's очередных monthly period, he woke up at night with a strong erection, and after urinating in the toilet, grabbing his jacket, he quietly opened the front door and went out to smoke on the landing. Taking greedy drags from his cigarette, he stared at the door of the apartment where Nadezhda was now sleeping. Throwing the cigarette away, he resolutely headed for her door. Silently unlocking it, he quietly entered the impenetrably dark hallway.
Taking off his clothes, he cautiously crept into the bedroom, into the warmth smelling of a subtle perfume scent and a sleepy female body. In the light from the street lamps filtering through the curtains, he saw a whitening blanket on Nadezhda's bed by the wall, and silently approaching her, he lifted it.
Finding herself in his embrace, Nadezhda wasn't frightened. She silently struggled to twist out of his arms, but Viktor overpowered her, spread her warm legs with his knee, and drove his member into her to the hilt. The woman's moist depths passionately and greedily clenched around him. Letting out a prolonged groan, kissing the passionately trembling woman voraciously, he filled her with his semen with agonizing pleasure.
He fucked her for a long time and only left near dawn. Valentina didn't notice anything that time. And she couldn't have noticed the hickeys with which he had covered the alluring breasts of her friend, the swollen nipples, the bruises on the buttocks he had bitten until they bled. The next night, when he came, she joyfully reached out her hands to him from the bed and pressed him passionately to herself. This time he didn't have to take her by force. She spread her legs herself, was sweet and yielding in everything, meekly fulfilling all his desires.
This lasted for over two years. And it probably would have lasted who knows how much longer if Valentina hadn't accidentally woken up at night during his absence. She waited for his return and silently pointed Viktor to the packed suitcase. He didn't argue, picked it up, and returned to Nadya.
She was upset and simultaneously happy about his arrival. So they started living together. Just recently, a year after he had left to be with Nadezhda, one evening he met Valentina on the landing, returning from the "Gastronom" store. Seeing him, she turned pale and would have fallen if he hadn't caught her under the arms. They went up to her apartment, Valentina opened the door, and stepped aside, silently inviting him in. As soon as the door closed behind them, she clung to his chest. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her to the bedroom. Tearing off her panties with hands trembling with passion, he pushed Valya down and impatiently drove his member in. Letting out a prolonged moan, Valentina began to frantically thrust up to him, sobbing with passion. He stayed with her until morning. And in the morning, seeing Valentina's eyes full of anxious expectation, he silently pulled her to himself. Flashing joyfully, she kissed him gratefully.
He didn't return to Nadezhda. Learning of his return to his wife, the woman quickly exchanged her apartment and moved out just as swiftly. And now, Elena had appeared in her former apartment. Seeing her, he felt that everything was repeating. Now, sitting in front of her, he passionately desired her, exactly as he had recently craved Nadezhda.
Valentina wasn't home. A noted homebody, she loved her cozy, lovingly maintained apartment and didn't even go to the cinema, preferring the comfort of a soft sofa and the TV. "But if she's not home, then she's at Elena's," he thought. "She wouldn't go anywhere else." Deciding to surprise them, he found the key to Nadezhda's former apartment, and locking his own door, feeling somewhat excited, he approached her door. Quietly opening it, he crept up to the door of the hall, dimly lit by a floor lamp, but didn't see the women.
"Strange. Oh yes! They're probably in the bedroom," he thought. "But what are they doing there?" Suddenly he heard a quiet female moan and, opening the door slightly, peeked through the narrow crack. What he saw there stunned him. Intertwined with naked arms and legs, the women were lying
Engrossed in sex, they didn't notice his appearance. Elena noticed him when, lifting her hips up, he took possession of her with a powerful thrust. Pressed down by the weight of his body, she sprawled on top of Valentina.
"You can continue," he permitted, attacking her crevice with sharp thrusts of his member.
Stunned, confused by his appearance, Valentina didn't even protest that he was fucking her partner right on top of her. Almost impaled through by his member, Elena whimpered with pain, sliding over Valentina from his thrusts. Soon her painful whimpers turned into moans full of voluptuousness. She couldn't hide her pleasure.
Probably Valentina felt something from it too. It was also pleasant for her.
Meeting no particular objections, he spent the whole evening fucking them in turn. They ended up sleeping together.
Despite having been intimate several times, Elena avoided him when they could be alone. Perhaps she didn't want to cause jealousy in his Valentina, whose friendship she valued greatly. So, having gotten off work three hours early, he hurried to her.
Carefully opening the door, he silently approached the bedroom door and, looking inside, saw Lena sleeping. She lay in just a short shirt, seductively revealing the cute little bottom of the young woman. He quickly undressed and, trying not to wake the woman, lay down beside her, barely perceptibly pressing his groin against her alluring, sleep-warmed rear.
"Vitya, I like you madly, but I gave Valya my word that I wouldn't sleep with you without her," she said quietly without turning around.
Viktor silently wrapped his arm around her slender waist and, stroking her hairy pubis, slipped a finger into her slit. He rhythmically danced it on Lena's instantly hardened clitoris.
"Vitya,... please,... don't...," she asked in a faltering whisper, but he continued to caress her slit. "Vitya..."
Unable to resist the temptation, she turned onto her back and silently spread her legs. Kneeling, he ran his member along her moist crevice, touching the excited clitoris. Excitedly burning, Elena invitingly arched her open thighs towards him. He saw the delicate pink petals of her labia minora and the small tongue of the clitoris hovering over the pink opening of her spread entrance. The firm head slowly entered the woman's depths. Overcoming the resistance of the tight vagina, he slowly pushed inward. Letting out prolonged moans, Elena lay before him with her slender legs spread. Squeezing the firm hemispheres of her breasts, he lay on her and, increasing the pressure, finally entered the woman.
"Vitenka, my darling. Don't rush," Elena asked, pressing him tightly to herself. He felt her vagina convulsively contracting around his member.
"Vitenka, dear!" she groaned. "How I want you!"
He left her exhausted to the limit. She didn't have the strength to get up from the bed to reach the bath. Carrying her to the bath, he lowered Elena into the warm water and, tenderly kissing her, went to the store.
When Valentina came home from work, she found her friend sleeping. Soon Viktor appeared too, carrying a heavy bag with wine and groceries. They had a small celebration that evening.
Valentina didn't suspect that her friend had broken her promise. At every opportunity, Viktor would come home from work and they would passionately caress each other.
Now, leaving for work, he knew that two women were waiting for him at home. Having come to terms with their situation, they didn't feel jealous of each other. That they could engage in lesbian pastimes without him was of no concern to Viktor. For his small concession, he exacted a high price from them, having them in turn. Elena became his second wife.
April 8-9, 2002
Author's e-mail: Sеvеrin809@rаmblеr.ru