– Will he live with you?
– He… Yes, but he has a lot of work, so he's often on business trips, so he'll rarely come by.
– I see. Mine also went on a business trip two years ago, and then wrote that he got married, forgive me, excuse me. Anyway, I won't let other guys near you except him, I don't want my house to turn into a brothel.
– Of course. He is very polite and calm.
– I see. I'm going to the store, I need to buy some groceries and for myself too.
– I will help you.
– No, I'll do it myself, I need to go for a walk, I slept all day, now I feel like a fool
She stepped out and the lock clicked. Anna pulled things out of the bag, which indeed contained panties, briefs, and some kind of strings in the shape of briefs. She took off her top suit and then took off her trousers.
– Hot.
– Yes, I'm a little sweaty too.
– So get undressed. Now you'll take a shower, have dinner and go to your beloved wife.
He took off his shirt and trousers and wanted to lie down on the bed, which was quite neatly made. Anna continued to run around the room, here and there, bending down and looking for something on the floor.
Suddenly she felt hands grab her stomach and press her to themselves. Anna felt the hard shaft sticking out of Jan's pants with her buttocks.
– Fuck me like a bitch,– and, putting her hands into his underpants, she first pulled them down to his knee, and, directing them towards her crotch, she impaled herself on him.
Ian felt the skin stretch and the frenulum hurt because the vagina was almost dry.
– I'm always like this at the beginning; it takes a long time to warm up.
– So you love for a long time.
He had thrust into her now as deep as he could. She bent over and massaged her nipples and breasts.
– Come on! Faster.
He began to make sharper movements, which is why he began to feel real moisture, tender, sticky. He had never cheated on his wife after the wedding, and today it seemed to him that he was having sex for the first time, these were completely different sensations, a different diameter of the hole, depth and shape, everything was different.
Here they both quite clearly heard that the door opened and the friend returned. But they did not want to stop, they continued, barely holding back their emotions, it was especially difficult for Jan, he wanted to swear and spank her buttocks.
The friend couldn't help but notice them having sex in the room. Her first thought was to join them, but she restrained herself and decided to masturbate in the hallway, next to their door, hearing their already very quiet movements, but still noticeable
They started whispering and talking quietly, and she heard it all and continued masturbating herself, sticking a few fingers of her hand into her crotch. She stuck a finger of her other hand into her anus and squatted down. She really wanted to cum before them, and she succeeded. She left a small stain on the floor, which she did not want to clean up on principle.
Ten minutes later Anna and Jan came out of the room, he kissed her and said that he had to go to work now, and that there might be a business trip. Five minutes later he left.
– Is he married?
– How do you know?
– I can see right through these dogs. Let's go have some tea, dinner will be ready soon.
In one day, Diana managed to go to a neighboring city to see a friend, ask for advice, and pour out her soul about why her relationship with her husband had not worked out. She herself worked as a cosmetologist, and her clients often became her friends, each of whom tried to give her own advice, while more than half of them were single or divorced.
There are people who like to give advice, there are those who like to listen to advice, she was one of those.
– Angela, maybe he has someone, yesterday he didn't even want to fuck, I was there all evening with my bare ass twisted, he was tense and didn't say anything. And it looks like yesterday he also jerked off before going to bed while I was lying next to him, and then she didn't say that she herself fucked with a silicone dick in her vagina.
– Oh, girlfriend. Rather, he has someone, and you need to dress more expressively, like a whore, to make him jealous, don't wear panties, I'll write you the address of a store right now, where it's better to get a big discount, don't take underwear, you don't need it, men pay little attention to this, they don't want to see us in underwear, you'll save money
She took a taxi back and the distance was quite short, like a suburb.
She dressed like this, as her friend advised, and first decided to take a walk around the city before going home, it was a day off for her.
She actually managed to dress in such a way that she looked like a train station whore.
A short skirt that was more like shorts or breeches. And because of the prominent shapes, the original model, which was supposed to be worn loosely, now turned out to be tight, contrasting the hollow of the crotch on the buttocks.
Diana, having walked two blocks in her city, where she had already returned in the evening, noticed that men were simply drilling her with their glances and fucking her with their eyes, she was very happy about this, she was on top of her sense of self-importance, which she believed she had lost in recent years in her marriage.
She wants to hook a man again, like she did when she was twenty, so that he would pour her drinks and take her to shops, court her, in the hope of seeing her breasts and touching her buttocks with his penis.
She wanted to become an expensive toy again, which people wanted to buy. The abandoned industrial premises that she encountered on the way were frightening from afar, but the trees that grew along the perimeter conveyed the peace of nature and calmed her down. The flowers that grew between the concrete slabs on the territory also added to the tranquility of this place, and so she, having forgotten the initial anxiety, did not notice how she found herself inside, passing through the practically unlocked gates, and, having found a bench, sat down.
She felt a peace that she had not felt for a long time, loneliness, and when no one sees you or bothers you, but at that time she heard a voice that did not allow her fantasies about the sea and moving into a state of zen to unfold.
– Aren’t you afraid to be here?
She looked back and saw a fairly decently dressed man who had apparently followed her into the area after seeing her on the bench.
– No, what's the big deal? It's only evening now.
– Of course, of course, but let me take you to the people, it’s dangerous to stay here alone.
He offered his hand and she stood up.
– I know a path there to the main road, it’s better to go through from there and go out into the city.
– Well, you are very kind, there are still gallant men.
– No problem.
The man was apparently walking after work, and in his hands he had some kind of bag that looked like her husband's.
– My husband has the same one.
– Are you married?
– A long time ago, I don’t even remember how long.
– Why does he let you go to such abandoned places?
– If I had found out, I would have probably scolded you, although…
– Although what?
– Nothing…
They walked very slowly, stepping on some slabs and wires that were lying everywhere here.
– Doesn’t anyone guard this territory?
– What is there to protect here? Bricks? Or walls? There will be a new housing complex soon anyway, they will demolish all this.
The last building that separated the perimeter from the main street of the city was made of red brick, with broken glass that was located at a great height, closer to the ceiling.
Diana, passing a pile of rusty rails, felt a strong grip on her waist and a squeeze on her chest. The man, whose name she never learned, not wanting to introduce himself, grabbed her and pressed her to himself.
She felt a strong excitement that she had last experienced on her wedding day.
His hands reached for her hips, and then, moving up to her buttocks and pubis, and the fact that she was without panties helped him to insert his fingers into her crotch the first time. She felt a wild delight, and said nothing, except for her breathing filling the silence. The silence that had come here after the production had stopped.
– Bend over, bitch!
She obediently bent down and spread her legs so as not to fall on the dirty floor, on which all sorts of things were lying. And without expecting it from herself, she spread her buttocks, as she always did when her husband fucked her, teasing her for anal sex later.
The smell in this room was clearly not amber, but this smell excited Diana so much that she could no longer stop in her fantasies and desires.
– Come on, hurry up.
She felt his penis with her crotch and tried to clamp it with the walls of her vagina, and she did it well.
– Oh, it's like you're sucking it with your pussy now.
She took it as a compliment and added:
– Oh, what are you saying, I can do other things, for example…– and before she could finish speaking, she had a strong orgasm, which made her thighs wet, and something got on the man’s balls.
– Are you finished?
– Yes, otherwise, damn, it’s not noticeable.
– Swear, now I'm going to cum in your anus. I'll wet the head with your moisture.
He took his palms, collected what flowed out of her slit, lubricated his penis and her anus in the sphincter area. It seemed to him that the entrance to the anus was now more tender for him than to the vagina.
– Cum inside me, spill your sperm, I want to go home with your sperm in my ass and kiss my husband.
– It will drain.
– I'll squeeze, my ass is trained. I was a virgin when my husband got me, but three years before that I fucked in the ass and sucked, – she said, as if she was giving a report to an audience, without gasping for breath, and very calmly, except that the tone of the conversation changed in time with the time, as she rocked back and forth a little from the thrusts of a man whose name she didn't even want to know.
She felt warmth, she felt.
– Squeeze harder, there’s a lot of sperm there, you’ll spill it, otherwise you won’t be able to deliver it,– the man said and fell silent.
By the time she straightened up and looked around, his small silhouette was already disappearing around the corner of the building.
She took a handkerchief out of her bag, wiped her forehead and put the handkerchief back. After that, she lifted the hem of her skirt, looked at her crotch as best she could, and, pulling the hem back down, walked towards the road.
Diana's thoughts were about the cake she had eaten yesterday with her husband, and now she was remembering its taste. She was walking along a road where a large number of cars were driving at high speed, and one of them, which had stopped at a bus stop, began to flash its turn signals.
She reached it, opened the door, a guy appeared and offered to give her a ride, and she agreed.
– You have a nice ass.
– Oh, and only the ass.
– I only saw her longer when I was driving by, then you were left behind. Now I see that my breasts are visible too.
The guy was wearing only briefs, to which she looked at him in surprise and asked
– It’s probably hot too.
– I'm coming from far away, so what, I don't break the rules. Which street are you going to?
– To Kuznetskaya.
– Where is the new high-rise building in the shape of the letter "P"?
– Yes, house 31,– said Diana, although she lived in house 46.
The car pulled up to house number 31.
– Well, here we go.
– I don't feel well, so I decided to go for a walk today. Would you like to walk me to the landing?
– Okay, I'll put on my pants now.
They went out and walked towards the entrance, and she started "looking" for the keys. The guy said that the door was already open.
– They probably opened the doors because of the heat, putting up bricks to air out the entrance,– he said and invited them to come in.
They entered the elevator, and Diana, having entered, stood with her backside to the buttons, and when the cabin started moving, she kept trying to press them so that it would stop, but it did not stop, and so they reached the twelfth floor.
– Thank you.
