Love your wives, they need it.

— Why are you just lying there, you'd better help me find them!

After getting out of the shower and throwing on a robe, Lena was looking for her panties. I have a bad habit—during foreplay, I scatter clothes all over the room. Whether it's long, passionate touches and kisses or instantly jumping out of my pants—whatever ends up in my hands flies off in an unknown direction.

— Where did you put them?

I leaned my head back on the pillow, clasped my hands behind my head, directed my gaze at the ceiling, and smiled smugly. Her white, silk panties were lying under my t-shirt of the same color. Only a tiny edge was visible. I had noticed them by chance, and I was curious

how quickly she would find them. Her friend was due to arrive any minute, and she really didn't want to explain what she was doing at her neighbor's place, which only added spice to my boyish game.

— And he's even smiling!

I looked at her and smiled even wider.

— Wait, did you hide them or something?

I remained silent. The question was quite serious, which egged me on even more. A moment later, that seriousness vanished, replaced by playful curiosity. Lena sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over me so close I could feel the heat of her breath.

— And just how many pairs of women's panties can one find in your apartment? Five? Ten? — the curiosity was gone, replaced by lust — Or maybe I'm the first whose underwear you decided to keep?

Lena grabbed my wrists and straddled me. Her robe rode up, but there was a blanket between us. My cock stiffened, and she felt it. Well, let's play! It took me just a second and one lunge to seize her hands in mine and end up on top. Lena gasped and laughed softly.

There was still a blanket between us.

— I really have to go.

— On the armchair, under the t-shirt.

— And you kept quiet? What a scoundrel! — Lena lifted her head slightly and gave me a peck on the lips.

…

Over six months, my relationship with Lena had evolved into something… more? No, the passion hadn't gone, but the ardor had mellowed. And maybe that's for the best! Though sometimes, I miss the feelings I experienced standing at her door. A finger touches the doorbell, and goosebumps run down my body. The lock clicks and I'm ready to burst into motion. Lena opens the door, and I understand—she's feeling the exact same things. A moment, just one moment, and our bodies intertwine. It's like I'm short of oxygen. Her hands are trembling, and she can't immediately undo my belt. Freeing my cock, she gently wraps her right hand around it and makes a few forward strokes. Then she leans back on the bed and hikes up her light, casual dress. She takes off her panties, but I can't wait any longer! She had managed to pull them down to her knees when I entered her.

Now, everything is a bit different. We calmly visit each other and aren't afraid of losing control on the doorstep. We lose it a little later. And sometimes, we don't lose it at all. I wasn't upset about it, maybe just a little. That's how it is for everyone. You can't escape it. But Lena disagreed with me. She didn't voice any fears or concerns, but you'd have to be blind not to see it. She was waiting for the moment I would leave her. It was especially clear after sex. I didn't want to leave her, couldn't even think about it, but in this case, words wouldn't solve anything. Action was needed! How do you convince a woman you haven't lost interest in her? I have no idea! So, I improvised. It all started when she was cooking something. Arms covered in flour up to the elbows and a smudged nose. That's how she opened the door for me.

— You're early today. — she peeked out onto the landing and looked at me again. — Why are you standing there, come in.

The door slammed shut behind me. The lock clicked. Lena stood on her tiptoes, threw her arms back, and gave me a peck on the lips.

— I'm going to the kitchen.

She was rolling out dough when I entered. Her breasts swayed in rhythm with her movements. Only a t-shirt and an apron hid her treasure from me. Lena rarely wore bras at home. She wasn't shy around her husband, the kids had moved out, and random guests didn't drop by. In case of the latter, she would put on a bra. I stopped being a guest about two weeks after our "close acquaintance." In the first days, there was a bit of tension between us, but it vanished the moment our pants came off.

My gaze fell a little lower, to her legs. Slender and beautiful. This woman is a little under fifty, but she looks absolutely stunning! And those shorts. She wears them when she cleans, and sometimes when she cooks. How sexy she looks!

— Don't drip on the floor, and I'm not talking about drool right now! — Lena giggled and, tearing her gaze away from my crotch, continued rolling the dough.

I looked down and at that moment realized what she meant. At the level of my crotch, a distinct bulge was visible. Until that moment, I hadn't even realized I was aroused. A familiar feeling spread through my whole body. I looked at Lena, and… She kept rolling the dough, but something about her had changed. Her gaze, I saw sparks in her eyes. Her lips were spreading wider and wider into a smile. So much happiness and joy! She glanced at me and tried to hide her emotions, but she wasn't very good at it. There it is! Caught!

— I'll try to be careful, but I can't promise anything!

I came up close behind her, put my hands on her waist, and pressed against her butt. Lena exhaled heavily, dropped the rolling pin, and leaned her hands on the table.

— What are you doing? Can't you wait fifteen minutes? Stop it. — She wanted to remove my hands, but barely touching them, she squeezed them tightly and wasn't particularly eager to let go.

I leaned over her neck and barely touched it with my lips. I was breathing heavily and wanted her to feel it. She turned her head, trying to see me.

— What are you doing? — her grip weakened.

I didn't answer. My actions spoke for me. My hand was under the apron, slid down her stomach and

My cock, flushed with pride for the work done, began to soften but was still twitching, as if demanding more. Covered in flour mixed with sweat, I sat down on the floor, leaned against the refrigerator, and tried to catch my breath. Lena was lying on the table, but from this angle, I could only see her dangling legs and her vagina, covered by her palm.

— You're insane. — I heard a voice from the other side of the table.

— In that case, we're a good match.

Lena was silent, but I knew—she was smiling!

…

It turned out all our sex had been "scheduled." Standing in the apartment doorway, finishing a glass of wine, or going to bed, we knew what would happen next. And now spontaneity had invaded our lives. Although, to be absolutely honest, a couple of times she had still just been visiting. But now, she had permanent residency. A couple of weeks passed, Lena stopped thinking about breaking up. With such a happy look—it's simply impossible. But I still had one more card up my sleeve. Hold it back or lay all the cards on the table?

All in!

…

— She didn't tell anything? — Lena looked at me questioningly, tearing her gaze away from the TV screen.

— She's ashamed of it.

— So ashamed she's willing to go to prison?

— In any case, she would have had to answer for her actions.

— I understand, but the sentence would have been shorter, and now she got life.

— And you, could you have confessed?

Lena lifted her head from my shoulder and looked into my eyes. She laid it back down and took a deep breath.

— I don't think so.

After finishing the movie and having dinner, we returned to the living room. Lena decided to do a little cleaning. Dusting. She changed into a t-shirt and shorts and got to work. It was hard not to guess that this whole performance was for me. Well, sometimes you have to work with a script.

— Len?

— Yes? — She leaned over the windowsill, stuck her butt out, and was intently examining something. She didn't turn her head towards me.

— Do you think our neighbors know about us?

— What? — She turned around, not expecting me to be standing right behind her. She flinched slightly, but I immediately pressed her against me. Our lips merged in a kiss. Hands on her butt, a jump, and we were already in the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and pulled off my t-shirt. Lena got rid of hers. The room was dark, only the light from street lamps filtered through the curtained windows. But that didn't stop me from seeing all the beauty of her full, slightly sagging breasts. I pressed my lips to her nipple and squeezed her other breast with my hand. Lena ran her fingers through my hair. I began covering her whole body with kisses, moving lower and lower. Reaching her navel, I stopped, found the fly of her shorts by touch, and took them off along with her panties.

— Don't. — I heard after I kissed her on the pubic mound.

I know you're afraid, but you have to try. Even though I'm quite inexperienced at this, I'll try to do everything right.

— Sasha, don't. — I heard after the second kiss.

Liar! If you didn't want this, you wouldn't have spread your legs so wide.

I found her clitoris with my lips, ran my tongue over it, and sucked. Lena shuddered and shifted her hips. Without stopping my main task, I stretched my hands forward and squeezed her breasts. Barely touching with my fingernails, I traced from her armpits down to her waist. Goosebumps ran across her body. Lena arched her back, went limp, and relaxed, falling onto the bed. No, she didn't come, it was something else. I ran my tongue along her lips, gathering her wetness. Returned to her clitoris and penetrated her first with one, then two fingers. Lena threw her legs over my shoulders and tried to bury her hands in my hair. A rather awkward position for a guy. I'm pressing my cock into the bed. Rising up a little but still working with my tongue, I felt my fingers get squeezed inside, and then…

When I was just starting my sex life, my girlfriend and I discussed oral sex and she shared her impressions of a blowjob with me. She said it was a rather thankless task. The partner might take a long time to come, and your neck gets stiff quickly. Semen can get in your nose or eye, and the taste is far from caramel. And during deep throat, you can even choke. Well, I agree, but I think semen in the nose is nothing compared to a broken neck!

Lena clamped my head between her legs, painfully pulled my hair, and started toppling sideways. Her whole body was shaking. I rolled to the side and started waiting. The back of my head and my cheekbones ached from the pain. Gradually, she began to loosen her grip. After a minute, Lena completely relaxed but remained in the same position. Extricating myself—and no other word fits here—from under her, I kissed her on the buttock. She wanted to touch me, but her arm fell limply behind her back. I smiled and headed to the bathroom.

My cock was itching. I tried to calm down a little while standing and washing my face. Lena wasn't in a state to satisfy me right now. I needed to wait until tomorrow. Or maybe wake her up in the middle of the night? What's not spontaneous about that? Laughing at my thoughts, I returned to the bedroom.

— Len?

She was already asleep. In the same position. I undressed and lay down next to her. Adjusted her arm. Pressed against her and hugged her. Her hand rested on mine and squeezed it tightly in her sleep.