Love your own wives, not others'.

Saturday again, and escape again.

For a month now, I had been avoiding Victor in every possible way. Lena guessed that I didn't really need to go to my parents or friends and understood my fear of looking this man in the eye. She herself didn't know what would happen at their meeting, after our "tea party." Especially since we drank a lot of "tea." But everything went as usual. Returning, Victor took a shower and talked a lot about his work week while devouring the lunch Lena had prepared. He didn't bat an eye, although Lena swears her hands were shaking, and after the question "How are you doing?" she broke into a sweat. Be that as it may, Victor remained unaware of what had happened, which

played into our hands.

I turned the key in the lock and pressed the elevator button. Amazing images surfaced in my mind. Usually, years of abstinence turn into frigidity. Not this case. Lena craved new sensations she had been deprived of in her youth. As soon as the door slammed shut behind me, Lena pressed me against her and dug into my lips with a passionate kiss. I squeeze her ass with my hands, a jump, and her legs wrap around my waist. I feel her heat and desire, she feels my erection and rapid heartbeat. The path to the bedroom can be found with eyes closed. No time for clothes, no time for foreplay — that's for later. Robe up, black panties flew in an unknown direction. The smooth-shaven pubis and plump lips make my whole being tremble. Quick relief from the cursed pants and her hand wraps around my cock. She moves up and down a few times and guides me into herself. The whole world fades! Two heated bodies merged into one. I try to hold back the pace, prolong this pleasure, but the body doesn't listen to reason. With each thrust, I accelerate, each thrust is reciprocated. Lena dug her nails into my back and clenched her teeth. I feel her breath on my neck. The room filled with the persistent smell of sex. Come on, darling, I won't last long. The nails painfully crawled down. Lena arched her back and shook. My cock was clamped in the vise of her pussy, thirsty for my sperm. Her vagina sucked everything out of me to the last drop.

I lie next to her, turning my head towards her. She lies on her back. Her gaze is fixed on the ceiling. Her chest rises and falls with each breath. Her legs are bent at the knees and spread apart. The robe is pulled up just above the waist. She covers her crotch with her palm. A couple of minutes, and she'll go to the shower. Maybe go with her?

The winter was wonderful. Only -15 Celsius. Light snow fell on the roads and sidewalks. The cars parked near the house were covered overnight. Leaving the entrance, I was still in a state of euphoria. Just a couple of days. Never in my life had I longed for Mondays to come sooner.

— Sasha, hi.

Damn it!

— Haven't seen you in a while. You disappear somewhere every weekend. You're not mad at me by any chance, are you?

If only. Victor smiled broadly and extended his hand to me. Why did he come earlier? Why didn't I leave earlier?

— No, not at all. Had some small things to do. — I shook his hand.

Small things? What are you talking about?

— I see, you're a busy man! — Victor's smile grew even wider.

I tried my best to contain the tension. Did the handshake drag on, or not? Do something already!

— Will you be home today? I wanted to discuss something with you? — Victor released my hand and looked at me intently.

I felt as if struck by lightning. Discuss? What is there to discuss with me? Does he know everything? Okay, quiet, enough hysterics! If he knew something, he wouldn't be smiling.

— What's wrong with you? Are you okay? — Victor expressed extreme concern.

— Yes, everything's fine, just didn't get enough sleep.

Didn't get enough sleep? Why not just say "I was fucking your wife all night" right away!

— I see. So, are you going somewhere?

— No, decided to go to the store.

What? Fix the situation, fix it!

— Great. Come over in the evening. Around 7. I'll ask Lena to cook something.

— Okay.

This is the end!

…

I sat in the bathroom, hugging my knees. Streams of water from the shower poured over the back of my head and back. It'll be a funny evening. My head was buzzing. What did he want to talk about? If he suspects, or if someone told him something (but we were careful, no one saw us, and Lena muffles every moan with a pillow or buries her face in my shoulder, sometimes clenches her teeth and snorts so that saliva appears at the corners of her mouth), then the morning dialogue would have happened in a different manner. specially for etales.ru No, he doesn't know anything. Need to calm down. Maybe I shouldn't go at all?

…

— Hi. — Lena opened the door. She was calm and relaxed. It seemed. — Come in. Vitya is in the living room.

Victor was watching TV, sitting on the sofa. He clicked the buttons on the remote, trying to find something. Seeing me, he put the remote aside and offered me to sit in the nearby armchair.

— A hundred channels, and nothing to watch. — he gestured towards the TV with his hand. — What's the use of this cable.

— Yeah. — I muttered. My gaze fell on the torn, but now neatly sewn armrest.

— Lena's friend came over with a little dog. We've been wanting to throw out this sofa and buy a new one for a long time, now there's a reason.

I know what kind of dog chewed it! The dog idea isn't great, of course, but it's the best we could come up with.

— Let's go to the table. I, by the way, brought something. — Victor smiled and headed to the kitchen.

Now it's clear why Lena was calm. Victor brought wine. His colleague grows grapes and currants. Every year he fills his cellar to the brim with homemade wine and sometimes gives a bottle or two to friends. Judging by the bottle — a sample had been taken. The story about the wine and the good friend dragged on for about half an hour.

It was nine o'clock. We were still sitting at the table. Lena had prepared an amazing dinner. I thought she would be silent all evening, but her active participation in the conversation was astonishing. I tried to keep up with her. Asked questions and even remembered a couple of funny stories. The influence of alcohol or had I finally relaxed? Doesn't matter anymore.

— Sash, I wanted to talk to you. — Victor's face became serious. No, I definitely hadn't relaxed. — I don't even know how to say it… Anyway, I wanted to offer you something.

Offer! Why didn't you tell me this morning that you wanted to offer something. I've been beside myself, thinking about what can be "discussed," and he says "offer"!

— I have vacation. For two weeks. Next Saturday I want to go to the pond and do some fishing. My friend is sick and I thought… Maybe you could keep me company. I have all the gear. Ever been ice fishing?

— Yes, a couple of years ago. — a huge lump, somewhere deep inside me, dissolved. The noise in my head disappeared. Only tipsiness and lightness remained.

— So what do you say?

I glanced at Lena out of the corner of my eye and looked into her eyes. Her gaze expressed nothing. Well, then it's up to me to decide.

To be honest, I wasn't particularly eager to go fishing. Especially with Victor. Fishing with the husband and sex with the wife. Even funny to myself. But there was something in this whole situation… Maybe I didn't want to offend him, perhaps I didn't want any suspicions, or I just wanted to freeze my ass far from civilization. One way or another, I agreed. Victor was as happy as a cat that fell into a vat of sour cream. He was about to run to the living room for the fishing gear, but I tactfully declined viewing all the delights of the fishing life and started getting ready to go home. Lena cut me a large piece of pie and, together with Victor, saw me to the door.

— Goodbye.

— Drop by. — Victor always said this phrase when saying goodbye. If only he knew how often I "drop by" here.

…

The door was quietly knocked. The clock hands showed past midnight. There is a doorbell, after all. And who needs me at this time, unless… Looking through the peephole, I saw Lena and quickly opened the door. In an instant, she stepped over the threshold and quietly closed the door behind her. The lock turned twice.

— What are you doing? — I whispered.

— Vitya fell asleep. He rarely wakes up at night. And if he does, he won't look into the bedroom. — seems like they finished the wine after I left. Lena's eyes were shining, and her tongue was a bit slurred.

— Have you completely lost your mind?

— And what if I have? I'm, by the way, without panties. — Lena lifted her robe slightly, and I saw her smooth pubis. What are you doing to me, woman? With her right hand, she ran it over her pubis and covered her vagina with her palm. Letting go of the robe, she placed her free hand on top of my pants.

— Already ready?

I grabbed her and dragged her along. Lena giggled and followed. Her right hand still covered her crotch. I stopped by the bed and looked at her.

— Oops. — holding the robe, she moved her hand up, revealing a view of her charms. My mind clouded. I wanted everything at once. And a lot!

Grabbing her by the shoulders, I literally threw her onto the bed. The robe rode up, exposing her ass. Lena laughed and pulled the robe even higher. I pulled her a little closer to me. Half-kneeling, half-lying on the bed. In an instant, I jumped out of my pants and positioned myself behind her. Maybe play a little? I started moving my cock along her enticing lips. Pressed a little, but didn't enter. Down, to the clitoris and back. Here I am again at the entrance to her enticing womb and… down. For me it was torture, but for her… She was breathing heavily, wiggling her ass from side to side, and at the moment when I was opposite her cave, she pushed her ass back to finally get what she wanted.

— Are you teasing me? — what she said was filled with impatience and lust.

As soon as I entered, a moan escaped Lena's lips. So that's how it is! Covering her mouth with my hand, I began to move slowly inside her, as slowly as I could. Her vagina tightly gripped my cock. So hot and wet. Lena, impatiently, reached her hand back, grabbed my butt, and tried to speed up my pace. Well, if the lady asks. I grabbed her by the waist and started moving faster, while helping myself with my hands, as if impaling her on my cock. The slapping sounds our bodies created filled my room with a forgotten sound. The last girl was here six months ago. Lena, never.

Clutching the sheet with her hands, she muffled her moans, burying her face down. I want to see her. I pulled out of her and turned her onto her back. Climbed onto the bed and before I could do anything, Lena pulled me to her and kissed me. Where did this cherry taste come from? I untied the robe ties, finding them by touch. I was about to go down and kiss her nipple, but Lena put her hands in my hair and pressed me firmly to her lips. Slightly squeezing her breast, I lowered my hand down and, finding her clitoris, made a couple of circular motions and penetrated her with two fingers. Lena exhaled, threw her head back and rolled her eyes, relaxing her arms. Her breasts sagged slightly to the sides, but that didn't stop them from being so beautiful. Making thrusting motions with my fingers, I sucked on her nipple, played with my tongue, and bit it a little.

— Enter me. — she said it indistinctly, as if languishing from heat and thirst.

I moved to her legs and spread them apart. Lena was completely relaxed and watched my every move. I took a pillow and placed it under her head. Took off my T-shirt, but didn't touch her robe. It was unbuttoned and offered a beautiful view of a beautiful woman. I leaned towards her lips for a kiss and helped myself a little with my hand to penetrate her. There was no more frenzy, only the slow movements of two bodies merged in a passionate kiss. I squeezed her breast while she lightly scratched my back with her nails. Not hard, just to keep her hands busy. One of her hands moved to my face, and her fingers began to gently stroke my cheek. Time stopped. At that moment, all my problems, fears, all thoughts evaporated. There was only her! The scent of her perfume and the taste of cherry.

— I'm close. A little more. Just a little bit. — Lena exhaled each word. I asked her to tell me when she was about to come. It turned me on even more and sped me up, allowing us to come simultaneously.

…

— It's cozy here, not what I imagined. I thought there would be a TV, a desk, and a couch. The bed, by the way, is very comfortable. — she turned her head towards me and smiled.

I looked at her and smiled back. Her tousled black hair spread out on the pillow. And she's going to leave now.

— Do you have towels in the bathroom?

— Yes. In the cabinet opposite the sink, take any.

Lena sat up, swung her legs to the floor, and, covering her crotch with her palm, went to the bathroom.

…

Standing on the balcony, I reflected on my life. Even though I lost control on the first day and acted only on desires, I still understood what I was getting into. This woman is unattainable for me, even though she is so close. She will always leave. I need to come to terms with that.