We had a good time yesterday, the same group gathered as always, and the fun flowed like a river.

There was my friend Sanya with his Lena, there was Kolyan, this time alone without his other half, and another friend, a bosom friend from childhood Lyokha, he came, of course, with Inna - his beloved and loving wife, comrade in arms and "sponsor" - that's how he introduced his Inka to new acquaintances, with this introduction having in mind his and Inna's passion for skiing and biathlon, where they competed together for one local team and where Inna was a full-time methodologist, well and me, Seryoga with his wife Olga.

We spent the whole evening drinking, having fun, dancing, and playing.in games - Inka came up with various competitions, and we, responding to her initiative, like children, screamed and shouted just to be the first to answer a seemingly stupid question asked by the only sober person in the company at that time. Inna did not drink at all, neither yesterday nor when we gathered earlier.

- She has a very difficult and responsible job! Plus, she's an athlete!!! - Lyokha answered for his wife jokingly to all our attacks on this matter, - she's a smart girl! - He kissed his wife on the lips, or rather, tried to kiss her, because she immediately blushed and avoided a frank kiss in public, but he got his way and kept justifying her.

- And tomorrow she has her first shift after a long break!!! My daughter has grown up, she says she wants to work! - and a kiss covered the lips of the flushed Inna again.

And Inna didn't need alcohol, she had fun with everyone, danced, made toasts, sang songs with a guitar. And in general, out of our whole group, she was the most... !??? She was the life of the party, that's the whole answer!!! Beautiful, kind, soulful, sincere, it was easy and comfortable with her, she was always ready to help and more than once made Lyokha rush to help one of us when one of us had some kind of difficulties, everyone loved her and kept their fingers crossed for her.

Yeah, the fun yesterday was a blast!!!

My head was still somewhere in the air, at least I didn’t have to go to work today and I could calmly lie on the couch in my new apartment, which hadn’t yet been washed by our gang, alone (the poor wife still had to shake herself up and go to work) and without any chores.

On such hungover days my body did strange somersaults... I felt heavy, sad, and he wanted sex. And not just wanted, but wanted with wild force. I thought about my wife: how is she now, what is she wearing, what underwear is she wearing under her skirt and blouse!? My wife answered the phone nervously and reluctantly, all I understood was that the attempt to call my wife home for a couple of hours ended in complete failure.

- I have reports today! I'm up to my neck in work, why come, what are you talking about!???…

For some reason I remembered how yesterday my wife was having sex with Sanya, and I was with his Lena... My dick ached with a lingering memory, Lena's curves would come in handy right now: a firm ass, C-cup breasts... Yeah!!! Sanya's Lena is good!!!...

What am I talking about??? Go away, unclean thing!!! What kind of thoughts are these??? But if Lenochka weren't Sanya's bride, I'd want to fuck her! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Go away, Mephistopheles...

There was some crap on TV with Malysheva... Crap is crap, but look at the girls with such long legs sitting in the front row! Ph-ph-ph-ph, I want a woman...

- Hello, are your girls really elite???

On the table lay the newspaper “Everything” with an open page of escort agencies, in the frame of one of which was the inscription “The most expensive girls of the city “N”, and under it: “Well-groomed, charming, experienced, elite ladies who know their worth…”, in general, not ordinary whores, but expensive prostitutes from a serious agency with guarantees of cleanliness and health…

- Do you have a choice? - Of course I wasn't going to call! So! I called to calm you down!..

But damn, what a friendly voice the girl has! And she promises everything top notch: "You will be satisfied and will not regret that you decided (she feels like I'm hesitating, damn psychologist... no... devil...). The girls are really unique in our city, such have never worked in agencies, you see what the prices are, it's clearly not without reason (the voice, although familiar, is clear, the girl works just not to lose the client, but I'm not here for that, perhaps out of interest)..."

- Good! Take me! - the member raised its withers, a lump of languor rolled over in the soul, heavily rolling over, laying down on the other side, stirred and washed the walls of the chest with a nagging feeling of the beginning of an adventure (on my a... How not to get caught!). And for the remaining twenty minutes - the time of delivery of the girls - this feeling did not let go, it tormented, ached, gnawed, languished.

If I don't answer the intercom, everything will remain as it is: I'll get some sleep, wait for my wife, get over my hangover, and, most importantly, I'll remain clean in front of my wife... I won't fucking answer...

— Come in!

My heart pounded like a cannonade. They were rising! They were carrying their bodies for my satisfaction! I am their future master, I have bought them and will do whatever I want!

What are they? What's on them? Which one should I choose?

The noise of the elevator, the clicking of heels on the landing. Silence. Rustling. What are they like???

The bell was still ringing louder, but the door was already wide open.

- Come in!..

Fuck!!!!! How so???

Shock!

As if someone had turned off the music that had been playing at full volume for a long time, plunging the space into silence, the same thing was happening to me now. I heard and saw nothing but her! What is this? How could this be? Why is she standing here???

She said hello like everyone else, but I saw what it cost her... Apparently, there was no room for music in her head right now either...

- Take your pick! - the head of the lionesses' pack (it was, indeed, a pride of noble blood, the women looked amazing), so as not to interfere with the choice, stepped aside a little, - all the girls are top class!!! All are beauties and skilled! Well-groomed bodies, well-mannered, clean! Few can afford such luxury, so some girls do not work for a long time and are kept in the best shape!!! - She was polite, joked, but I did not pay 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!!! Inna has always been an indicator of purity, righteousness, intelligence for me, I thought that I knew her well, in some sense we were close, she confided in me her grievances against Lyokha, suggested how I could get Olga, who was not yet my wife, into my net, we were like two conspirators in our families, we were like brother and sister to each other, and I would never have thought that Inna could do such a thing...

“Tomorrow is her first shift!” Lyokha’s words from yesterday came to mind.

- Seryozha, do you have any money? I'll give it to you as soon as I can. Urgently. Just don't tell Lyoshka, he's got his share of problems himself...

I remembered a conversation with Inna, before and after, when I lent her a hundred thousand rubles.

What happened to her that she did this???

“So you have a difficult choice, but you will have to make it,” “Mom” finished her advertisement of the product.

What the hell, all the beauties!!! Who the hell are the beauties here??? Who are they, and who is she!!!? What choice can there be? Who to choose from??? Inka and these whores!?…

I squeezed Inna's thin wrist in my palm. She looked at me gratefully - we had something to talk about - she and I understood that!

- Good choice, you can tell right away that she is a connoisseur!!! The girl has just started working with us and you are her first client... - the woman, immediately afraid that she said too much and the client might decide that they were slipping him an inexperienced "toy", made adjustments, presenting them as another joke, - you will test her, give her husband a mark for her training!

Yeah, right... An assessment of the husband... Lyokha, what, completely? Doesn't he see what's going on under his nose!?...

I didn't know what to say or how to act when the other girls left and the door clicked shut. I call call girls, what will Inna say about this? What will she think of me???

- So this is what your apartment is like now!?

Inna said this just for the sake of saying something; right now, none of us cared about our new apartment.

“Let’s go,” I nodded my head towards the kitchen, “let’s have some tea.”

While I was getting out the cups, putting the kettle on, and absentmindedly looking for some kind of dessert, Inna was telling me why and how it happened, why she was here.

She got stuck with money. Big money. And she needed it as soon as possible. She found an ad and thought for a long time (she thought for two days), she was promised earnings with which she would be able to pay off the creditor within six months, and it would not necessarily happen that she would have to do it with someone. The services are expensive, there are many girls, the income is divided among everyone. How she agreed to this, she does not understand ... but she signed the papers, and for a month she is completely at their disposal. In case of refusal - a large fine.

Everything is legally correct. No one forces the girls and therefore every month they sign a new contract. MAYBE SHE WON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!!! The fact that someone else could have been in my place made my thoughts work in a different direction... Inna bends over the erect penis of some pot-bellied man, opens her lips and this face, always sweet to me, sees in front of her only a hairy groin, which sometimes approaches, sometimes moves away to the distance set by the head swollen with excitement. Inna lies on her back, her strong hips are supported by a strong

a hairy Azeri fucks her firm athletic ass (I've been to competitions several times where my friends took part, and I saw this ass, covered in latex breeches), swinging her stretched scrotum in time with his movements, and before that, both of them, undressing her, groped her beautiful, slender breasts with their hands, studied them by touch, crushed them in their palms, crushing, spreading them over the body, lifting, feeling their weight.

I looked at Inna differently.

Not the way I always looked at Inna the friend, but differently - Inna the woman...

Why could they paw and caress her body, but I couldn't, they could enjoy her secrets, but I couldn't? Why would she, having given herself to them, cheat on Lyokha, but I can't do the same to her? I paid for her too! I bought her! I, so to speak, saved her from those two who fucked her in my head, saved her from strange, unwashed, dirty men, one of whom was Caucasian, and the other a fat freak, who it is not known who they had been with before and what they were wearing on their ends... But I know that I am clean! I know that she will not bring Lyokha a gift from me! You could rely on me...

We drank tea in silence, I don't know what Inna was thinking about, and I was thinking about how to tell her about my desire. I had already justified what I had planned for myself: she went for it consciously, so why can't I play the role that was intended for someone else, it won't hurt her anymore, and if you look from the outside, she was also lucky that I would be 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 put the cup down and looked at Inna, - it's a bad situation, don't you agree!?

Inna agreed, or rather, she turned away, and her consent was conveyed to me by the reflection of her face in the window glass, it looked emotionlessly into the distance, and it is unlikely that at that moment Inna was admiring the beauty of autumn nature.

But still she was here with me, she thought about what happened, made up her mind and poured it out in words: “I’ll give you back the money!.. Just don’t tell Lyoshka anything, please!!!” She came out of the darkness and now looked at me with an apologetic look, “We don’t need him to know about this.”

The angel sitting in front of me was silent (How beautiful she is!!!):

— I'll leave there, tell him that I need money, and we'll solve this problem together, — the angel was looking for support, and looking for it, he took my hands, — right, Seryozha? After all, everything can be solved! You just need to trust each other and not hide anything from each other... — the angel was crying, and tears sparkled like diamond threads on his face, smiling in despair, on his pink and so cute cheeks, tenderness given by the neat dimples in the lower quarter of his face. My excitement was evaporating... What had happened to me before, what was still inside me when she touched me! When the realization came that these hands were bought by me, they were mine and I had the right to direct them where I wanted, it went to where it unexpectedly burst from... I was ready to give up desire for the sake of this angel, for the sake of my wife, for the sake of friendship with Lyokha, for myself in the end, I was not a scumbag and did not want to become one.

But those words that she said later, this is her prejudice against me!!!… Why did she decide that she was a victim, and I…

- And I won't tell Olga anything... You guys, I can't understand what you need... Olga is a beautiful woman, you were trying to get her!! And now... What's gotten into you!??? - She sniffled, smiled in a friendly way, but I saw condemnation in her eyes and something else. This something told me that there would never be another relationship like the one we had before, that she was disappointed with me, disappointed with the action I had taken. And the person sitting in front of me was far from an angel, angels don't know how to condemn...

The resentment fell upon me, clouding my consciousness. What does she think of herself, why does she consider herself clean and unstained, and why did she kick me into the trash? Yes, she is the same as me!!! She is the same person as me, with the same weaknesses and moral disabilities! After all, she did not go to Lyokha, did not admit to him what happened, but solved her problem in the most ancient way - to lie down under a man and work off the debt!!! The image of a Caucasian and her came to mind again.. He pounds her with all his Caucasian length, not sparing but enjoying... She gets the money, runs away into her pocket.., What the hell is an angel!???…

I squeezed her palms in my hands a little tighter.

- Seryozha, it hurts! - She pulled her hands away, - I'll go...

- Hello! I would like to extend! Yes! Yes! Of course! - The phone was put on speakerphone and the entire conversation about extending the service was heard 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..,

When the sound of the water died down and the door latch clicked, when the bathroom door opened dully, dispersing the calm air, I felt the full horror of the situation. Having forced Inna, my friend's wife, to go to the bathroom so that she could freshen up for me, asking (the client's wish is the law) not to change anything in her appearance, I crossed the line of no return. Did she understand that she herself was to blame for what happened??? That if it weren't for her words, that look that gave birth to contempt (that's the definition of what I saw), everything would have been different...

I was sitting on the couch and she was standing two steps away from me. She was mine! Completely mine!!!

The same as when she came to me, without changing anything, without depriving herself of the slightest detail of her attire.

- Come here! - The voice turned out to be hoarse and dried out. She came up. For some time I sat, afraid to touch her. She stood in front of me at arm's length, and I was afraid to look, to raise my eyes. I saw her red dress beautifully hugging her slender legs, the same as her legs, slender hips, receding into the same gentle waist, everything was flawlessly beautiful and strictly according to form. I put my hands on her hips and, pulling her towards me, still raised my gaze. And I wanted to shake her, to make her understand that I can no longer do otherwise, I will not be able to overcome myself and let her go... So why is she torturing me? Why is she doing this to me? Why doesn't she understand that she is to blame for all this?.. She turned me on, angered me, betrayed me, destroyed me. I wanted her!!! And she... she, biting her lips, closed her eyes...

My fingers moved from one button to another, from the top one to the one below, and so on to the very bottom of her tight garment, which flowed into the hem of her skirt. The dress parted, unraveled under my hands, revealing the velvet of her skin.

Shoulders. Collarbones. The hollow of the chest under the band of a beige bra. The tummy. It was all so artlessly right!!! Was it really possible to refuse this???…

The lips did not stop for a second. I kissed this miracle. Uncontrollably. Uncontrollably. I pressed her to myself and drowned in her... Inna. Inna. Inna!!! What have you done? Why did you come here? How will it be now? What will happen??? I kissed and thought about it, thought, thought, thought, how good she was... I asked questions, but did not wait for an answer - I didn't care, I wanted her!

The breasts were not large - after all, she was an athlete, but so fresh and elastic that the lips could hardly cope with its internal spring, the tongue, passing over the hard nipple, gave way to the lips and they, with difficulty crushing the coils of glands, released their teeth. I bit her. Bit her for her sexuality, for her womanly charm! This body turned my head, filled me with lust, ugliness, bestiality. Inna was no longer there, there was a woman whom I wanted to remember for a long time. A woman with gorgeous forms, with a gorgeous, clean, well-groomed body.

The hand touched the crotch, I wanted only one thing. Already wanted only one thing... Crushing with my palm that tenderness that women give us, I forgot about who was in front of me, and simply did this to her. The panties did not interfere. The beige fabric, on the contrary, rewarded the palm with mystery, gave the situation a piquancy. And the palm, going crazy, mixing caresses with animal rudeness, then gently flowed, exciting desire, then, wanting to splash out emotions, clenched into a fist.

The dress was in the way!

And it, lingering slightly on the hips, its empty sleeves falling to the floor, slowly flowed downwards, leaving its owner defenseless and accessible.

And there was a bodice.

In a frenzy of desire, in a hurry, it was unbuttoned, thrown off the shoulders by a hand wandering over the back and thrown aside.

The woman was completely at my disposal. And I could not hold on any longer.

Inna lost the last detail of her outfit - the beige sheet was torn off with a jerk, now it was in the way and was not needed.

Now I wasn't afraid to look at her, did she really not feel anything for me!? That couldn't be. She had to want me...

- Innochka! Darling! - and again a wheeze. But now the wheeze is not of fear, but of excitement. I wanted her to understand that she was beautiful, and I wheezed to her about it. I whispered confessions to her and kissed, kissed this madness. Knees. Thighs. Stomach. A flash of a tongue-flame on a butterfly. Once. Twice. Three times. And it is open. She is open. With each touch she became more pliable, spreading her wings wider. I drank her. Enjoyed her. I reached deeper and deeper. And she shuddered!?…

I don't remember how I undressed, how I pulled down my pants, my swimming trunks, I didn't remember what I said to her, I remembered only her hot body, the smell and taste of her skin, hair, lips. Kissing her, I pulled her, sat her on me and became that traveler who, wandering in the desert, finds water. I found this water. It cooled me down. I choked on its coldness. The first sip was the most delicious. I recognized her. And I was not disappointed...

Then came the second. The third. The fourth. One sip followed another, but it did not become any less tasteless, she was a full-fledged river, beautiful waters flowed in her. She was Eurynome, and I was her Ophion… She gave birth to a sob… Quiet. Barely audible. But it was there, and I could not misheard! And until Cronus came and cast us down into the depths of reality, I wanted to hear it again…

This could be my forgiveness. My justification. My truth…

Inna was holding on with all her might, I saw and felt it. Her head had been on my shoulder for a long time, and the longer the ride went on, the more often I felt light pricks in my shoulder. Her teeth were sharp and sweet. Each prick brought confidence, spreading through my body with the delight of proud bliss. Still, I punished her. Punished her by forcing her to fall to my fall. My power increased, I needed to consolidate the result!

- Inna, forgive me! Forgive me, my dear, but I couldn’t do otherwise! - I whispered this, pushing her from the inside with my organ, plunging her into a world of illusions. And the bitch flowed... And who is she if not a bitch? She inflamed. Humiliated. And she herself was in no hurry to fight the pleasure that was rolling over her. I accepted her quiet, not bold, and, as she thought, imperceptible to me thrusts with pleasure, I had fun and played with her, worked on her. No, no, I don’t see that you are floating... I don’t understand that sweet Innochka is becoming cottony and pliable like wax. A thrust! Powerful. Saturated. Ripping. And Inna flies up, and the fingers that clasped me below the elbow squeeze a little harder, and the mouth, releasing the moisture of experiences, slobbers on my shoulder again. A thrust! And my flesh opens the can of her vagina to the limit, and the hand that gathers a lock of hair from the back of someone else's head presses on her shoulders, fulfilling my desire: to crush, destroy, subjugate completely. But-but!... It hurts! Maybe you should stop biting me and save yourself with this?! Push! Enough! Push! Enough!

Enough, enough, enough!!! Inna stumbled - her hips slid a little harder towards me. How could this be, Innochka forgot herself!??? Well, then come on. Come on! Come on! I raucously rape the slut, and she bites, bites, bites my shoulder...

Got it! Good, huh!? The hand pulls the sweet predator away from the shoulder, her mouth is slightly open, her lips are swollen and greedy, they are still devouring the victim. And these lips are also gasping for air as if she, a small child, was torn away from the tit... And she, indeed, is still a child, a baby in this... Lekha - a two for studying, she who is full of sex, who gets portion after portion of a good shake, cannot fly away like that... Oh, you athletes! Such a body is not for sports, these shoulders are not for a gun... You, Inka, were created for sex!!!

She's still biting the air. But her fingers are tearing her skin. There's no sign of a child here...

Well, no. Enough!

Now it's my turn..

I push her towards me, press her lips into mine, she comes to her senses and gets into a pose again. And I don’t need your desire, I don’t want gentle drool, I want more, I want to gnaw you myself, break your will, I am the leader here, I am making you my pregnant one and I will, you can be sure of it… Now all my strength is thrown where the jaws are clanking, the teeth are clicking… She snaps, takes her muzzle away, but I am persistent. Her hand squeezes her hair even harder. I break her. She is mine. She responded. She bit once, twice. Her hand falls on the back of my head. Her hips, without hiding, attack… The blood of our lips fills the imprint of our madness with a rusty taste…

Inka is not an easy girl. Inka is a real slut. Inka. Inka. Inka.

I'm glad that it all ended this way, and I'm just fucking, fucking for my own pleasure, fucking because I wanted it, and I'm doing it with someone I couldn't even dream of... And also, Innochka, I love blowjobs! It's something I can't imagine sex without. Good sex. And isn't it good with us???!!!

Inka resists, this is already beyond her fall, but I still put my dick in her mouth... We changed places: now she is sitting, and I, standing in front of her, holding her head with my palms, love her between her swollen lips. But Lyokha will kiss her later!!!? I smiled at my thoughts, imagining Lyokha kissing Inka on the lips, they are not so swollen anymore, but still... and he kisses and kisses her where my dick worked, where saliva, mixing with the juices of my head, filled the lips with moisture, where my sperm flowed through the folds of the lips... Sperm flowed!!!... Yes! Yes... Yesss...

I couldn't hold back and shot, Inka, not expecting such a trick, widened her eyes, her cheeks with dimples swelled, coping with either nausea or volume. Usually after a fun drinking session I was rich in my desire and could not help but reward her completely.

Jerk! And the member, swollen to the limit, is free, the member of the limit is free, like a burst balloon with foam, it floods everything around, leaves its foam on Inka's face, eyes, neck, chest. Jerk! And Inka slides down the back of the sofa. She is still in shock, her lips spit out the excess, her tongue, unsuccessfully fighting with the male seed, only smears it even more over her scarlet lips. Jerk! And Inka forgets about her problem, and I pump myself out between her beautiful, strong athletic legs spread to the sides. I let myself into her completely. She smacks down there, in the area of my groin, and like a mixer I whip my cream in her, our cream with her. Inka and I - we are, as always, together, we have once again secluded ourselves from everyone in our special relationship with each other ...

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