Special relationship
Yesterday was a good hangout, the same crew as always gathered, and the fun flowed like a river.
My friend Sanya was there with his Lena, Kolya was there, this time alone without his better half, and another friend, my childhood buddy Lyokha, he came, of course, with Inna — his beloved and loving wife, his comrade-in-arms and 'sponsor' — that's how he introduced his Inka to new acquaintances, meaning by this introduction their shared passion for skiing and biathlon, where they competed together for a local team and where Inna was a staff methodologist, and well, me, Seryoga, with my wife Olga.
All evening we drank, had fun, danced, played
games — Inka came up with all sorts of contests, and we, responding to her initiative, like children, yelled and screamed just to be the first to answer what seemed like a silly question, asked by the only sober person in the company at the time. Inna didn't drink at all yesterday, nor when we gathered before."She has a very complex and responsible position! Plus she's an athlete!!!" Lyokha would jokingly answer for his wife to all our jabs on this topic, "She's my clever girl!" — he would kiss his wife on the lips, or rather, try to kiss her, as she would immediately blush and shy away from an open kiss in public, but he would get his way and kept justifying and justifying her.
"And also, she has her first shift tomorrow after a long break!!! The daughter has grown up, she says she wants to work!" — and another kiss covered the blushing Inna's lips.
And Inna didn't need alcohol, she had fun with everyone, danced, gave toasts, sang songs to the guitar. And overall, of our whole gang, she was the most... !??? She was the life of the party, that's the whole answer!!! Beautiful, kind, warm-hearted, sincere, she was easy and comfortable to be with, she was always ready to help and more than once made Lyokha rush to help one of us when any of us had some difficulties, everyone loved her and kept their fingers crossed for her.
Yeeeah, yesterday's fun was a great success!!!
My head was still floating somewhere, good thing I didn't have to go to work today and could just lie on the couch in my new, not yet 'christened' by our crew, apartment alone (poor wife still had to pull herself together and go to work) and without any household chores.
On such hangover days my body pulled strange stunts… I felt heavy, gloomy, but it wanted sex. And not just wanted, but wanted with wild force. I thought about my wife: how is she now, I wonder what she's wearing, what underwear is under her skirt and blouse!? My wife answered the phone call nervously and reluctantly, all I understood was that my attempt to call her home for a couple of hours ended in complete failure.
"I have reports today! I'm swamped with work, what do you mean come over, what are you talking about!???…"
For some reason, I remembered how yesterday my wife was getting hot with Sanya, and I with his Lena… My dick ached with a lingering memory, Lena's curves would be so useful right now: her firm ass, size three breasts… Yeeeah!!! Sanya's Lena is hot!!!…
What am I on about??? Begone, unclean spirit!!! What kind of thoughts are these??? But if Lenochka weren't Sanya's fiancée, I'd want to fuck her! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Go away, Mephistopheles…
Some crap with Malysheva was on TV… Crap is crap, but look at those leggy girls in the front row! F-f-f-f, I want a woman…
"Hello, are your girls really elite???"
On the table lay the newspaper "Vse" with an open page of escort agencies, in a frame of one of them was the inscription "The Most Expensive Girls of City 'N'", and below it: "Well-groomed, enchanting, experienced, elite ladies who know their worth…" — in short, not ordinary whores, but expensive prostitutes from a serious agency with guarantees of cleanliness and health…
"Do you have a selection?" — I wasn't planning to order, of course! Just! Called to calm down!..
But damn, what a friendly voice the girl had! And she promises everything top-notch: "You'll be satisfied and won't regret taking the step (she senses I'm hesitating, damn psychologist… no… damn her…). The girls are really unique specimens in our city, such haven't worked in agencies yet, you see the prices, it's clearly not for nothing (the voice, though folksy, but it's clear, the girl is working just not to lose a client, but I'm not here for that, maybe just out of curiosity)…"
"Okay! Send them!" — my dick raised its hackles, a lump of languor turned over in my soul, heavily turning over, settling on the other side, it stirred and washed the walls of my chest with an aching feeling of the beginning of an adventure (on my own a… Hope I don't get caught!). And for the remaining twenty minutes — the delivery time for the girls — this feeling didn't let go, it tormented, ached, gnawed, beckoned.
If I don't answer the intercom, everything will stay in its place: I'll sleep it off, wait for my wife, cure the hangover, and, most importantly, remain clean before my spouse… I won't fucking answer…
"Come in!"
My heart skipped a beat like a cannonade. They were coming up! They were bringing their bodies for my satisfaction! I am their future master, I bought them and will do what I want!
What are they like? What are they wearing? Which one will I choose?
The elevator noise, heels clicked on the stairwell. Silence. Rustling. What are they like???
The doorbell was still gaining strength, but the door was already wide open.
"Come in!.."
Fuck!!!!! How is this possible???
Shock!
As if someone turned off the music that had been playing at full volume for a long time, plunging the space into silence, the same was happening to me now. I couldn't hear or see anything except her! What is this? How could this be? Why is she standing here ???
She greeted me like everyone else, but I saw what it cost her… Apparently, there was no room for music in her head right now either…
"Choose!" — the eldest of the lionesses (this really was a pride of noble blood, the women looked stunning), so as not to interfere with the choice, stepped aside a little, "all the girls are top class!!! All beauties and skilled! Well-groomed bodies, well-mannered, clean! Not many can afford such luxury, so some girls don't work for long and are kept in the best condition!!!" — She was being polite, joking, but I paid no attention to her.
How could she end up here???… How does she hide this from Lyokha?.. How could she even do this???
I didn't believe it!!! Inna for me was always a benchmark of purity, righteousness, intelligence, I thought I knew her well, in a way we were close, she trusted me with her grievances about Lyokha, gave me tips on how to win over Olga, who wasn't yet my wife back then, we were like two conspirators in our families, were like brother and sister to each other, and I would never have thought that Inna could go for this…
"Tomorrow is her first shift!" — Lyokha's words from yesterday came to mind.
"Seryozh, you don't have any money, do you? I'll pay back as soon as I can. Urgently. Just don't tell Lyoshka, he's got enough problems of his own…"
I remembered the conversation with Inna, before and after, when I lent her a hundred thousand rubles.
What happened to her that she went for this???
"So the choice is difficult for you, but you'll have to make it," — the "Mama" finished her sales pitch.
What the hell, all beauties!!! Who the hell are the beauties here??? Who are they, and who is she!!!? What choice can there be? Among whom to choose??? Inka and these whores!?…
I squeezed Inna's slender wrist in my palm. She looked at me gratefully — we had something to talk about — she understood that and so did I!
"Good choice, you can tell a connoisseur right away!!! The girl has just started working with us and you are her first client…" — the woman immediately got scared that she had said too much, and the client might think they were palming off an inexperienced "toy," and made corrections, presenting them as another joke, "you'll examine her, give her husband a grade in her training!"
Yeah, riiight… A grade for the husband… Is Lyokha what, completely? Doesn't see what's happening under his nose!?…
I didn't know what to say or how to behave when the other girls left and the door clicked shut. I'm calling call girls, what will Inna say about that? What will she think of me???
"So this is what your new apartment is like!?"
Inna said that just to say something, right now neither of us cared about our new apartment.
"Let's go," — I nodded towards the kitchen, "have some tea."
While I was getting cups, putting on the kettle, distractedly looking for some dessert, Inna was telling me why and how it happened, why she was here.
She got into debt. Big debt. And she needed the money as soon as possible. She found an ad and thought for a long time (she thought for two days), they promised her earnings with which she could settle with the creditor within six months, and besides, it might not necessarily happen that she would have to do it with someone. The services are expensive, there are many girls, the income is split among all. How she agreed to this, she doesn't understand… but she signed the papers, and for a month she is completely at their disposal. In case of refusal — a big fine.
Everything is legally properly arranged. No one forces the girls and that's why they sign a new contract every month. MAYBE SHE WON'T HAVE TO DO IT!!! The thought that someone else could have been in my place made my thoughts work in a different direction… Inna leaning over some fat man's erect dick, parting her lips and this face, always dear to me, sees before her only a hairy crotch that approaches and recedes to the distance set by the swollen, excited head. Inna lies on her back, her, supporting her strong hips, her
strong athletic ass (I had been to a few competitions where my friends participated and saw that ass, clad in latex breeches), dangling his stretched scrotum in rhythm with his movements, a hairy Azeri fucks her, and before that, that one and another, undressing her, groped her beautiful, slender breasts with their hands, explored them by touch, kneaded them in their palms, kneading, spilling over her body, lifting them, felt their weight.
I looked at Inna differently now.
Not as I always looked, Inna-the-friend, but differently — Inna-the-woman….
Why could they grope and caress her body, but I couldn't, they could enjoy her secrets, but I — couldn't? Why would she, by giving herself to them, betray Lyokha, but I can't do that with her? I paid for her too! I bought her! I, one could say, saved her from those two who fucked her in my head, saved her from strange, unwashed, dirty men, one of whom is a Caucasian, the other a fat freak, who knows who they've been with before and what they carried on their ends… And I know I'm clean! I know she won't bring Lyokha a gift from me! You could rely on me…
We drank tea in silence, what Inna was thinking, I don't know, and I was thinking about how to tell her about my desire. What I had in mind, I had already justified to myself: she went into this knowingly, so why can't I play the role intended for someone else, she won't lose anything, and if you look from the side, she's even lucky that I'm that person. Besides, she should understand why she and her friends were called to my apartment! Yes! I just stupidly wanted her!!!
"What are we going to do?" — I pushed the cup aside, looked at Inna, "a messed up situation, agree!?"
Inna agreed, or rather, she turned away, and her agreement was conveyed to me by the reflection of her face in the window pane, it looked emotionlessly into the distance, and Inna was hardly admiring the beauties of autumn nature at that moment.
But still she was here with me, she was thinking about what had happened, made up her mind and poured it out in words: "I'll pay you back the money!.. Just don't tell Lyoshka anything, please!!! — she emerged from the gloom and now looked at me with an apologetic gaze, — He doesn't need to know about this."
The angel sitting before me was silent (How beautiful she is!!!):
"I'll leave that place, I'll tell him I need money, and we'll solve this problem together," — the angel was looking for support, and looking for it, took my hands, "right, Seryozh? After all, everything can be solved! You just need to believe in each other and not hide anything from each other…" — the angel was crying, and tears sparkled like diamond threads on her face smiling in despair, on her pink and such cute cheeks, to which neat dimples in the lower quarter of her face gave tenderness. My excitement was evaporating… What happened to me before, what was still in me when she touched me! When the realization came that these hands were bought by me, they are mine and I would have the right to direct them where I wanted, was going away to where it had unexpectedly burst out from… I was ready to give up the desire for this angel, for my wife, for friendship with Lyokha, for myself in the end, I wasn't a scumbag and didn't want to become one.
But those words she uttered later, this is her condemnation of me!!!… Why did she decide she was the victim, and I …
"And I won't tell Olga anything… You men, you're hard to understand, what do you need… Olga is a beautiful woman, after all you pursued her!! And now… What's gotten into you!???" — she sniffled with her little nose, smiled friendly, but I saw condemnation and something else in her eyes. That something told me that the kind of relationship we had before would no longer be, that she was disappointed in me, disappointed by the act I had committed. And before me sat far from an angel, angels don't know how to condemn…
Resentment piled on, clouding my consciousness. What does she think of herself, why does she consider herself pure and untainted, and pushed me into the trash. She's just like me!!! She's the same human as I am, with the same weaknesses and moral injuries! After all, she didn't go to Lyokha, didn't confess to him what happened, but decided to solve her problem the oldest way — to lie under a man and work off the debt!!! The image of the Caucasian and her came to mind again..He's pounding her to his full Caucasian length, not sparing but enjoying…She gets the money, stuffs it in her pocket.., What the hell kind of angel!???…
I squeezed her palms a little tighter in my hands.
"Seryozh, you're hurting me!" — she pulled her hands away, "I'm going…"
"Hello! I'd like to extend! Yes! Yes! Of course!" — The phone was on speakerphone and the whole conversation about extending the service sounded throughout the kitchen. I couldn't tell her about it any other way.
"The bathroom is there!.." — I left the kitchen without looking at her..,