When Oleg looked up from his papers in his office and glanced at his watch, it was already one in the morning. Wearily straightened his back, reached for the phone to call home, but changed his mind, thinking that everyone was already asleep. Leaving the office, got into the car, lit a cigarette, and slowly drove through the night city. Almost an hour drive to the house, there is no hurry. Night lights and neon flashed playfully towards the car. He turned on calm music, five speakers built into the interior of the car, created peace and tranquility. Thoughts slowly flowed in my head, after a hard day. I wanted coffee. He stopped the car at the nearest cafe. Went in, sat at the bar, ordered a cup of coffee. While the bartender was fulfilling the order, he indifferently looked around the hall. There were few people, a couple of companies sat at the tables. The bartender brought coffee. Taking a sip of the scalding drink, he lit another cigarette, enjoying the shifting aromas and flavors. There was a noise behind him, he turned around and saw a girl and two guys arguing at the table next to him. The girl stood up, one of the guys stood up and hit her hard on the cheek with his palm. She recoiled, the heel turned up, and she began to fall. Oleg grabbed her by the waist and put her on her feet. He was holding a cup of coffee in his hands, and the coffee, of course, spilled onto his jacket. He put a cup on the bar, carefully seated the girl on a nearby chair, and throwing the bartender: "Bring her ice" went towards the table with the guys. The second also got up and grinned impudently, looking at Oleg. The first one got a kick from the side to the knee area, there was a crunch, in addition, a blow to the base of the skull. The second just got an elbow between the upper lip and nose. Everything happened very quickly, Oleg turned around, sat back in his chair and ordered himself another coffee. The girl sobbed, pressed the ice pack to her cheek.
- Everything is fine? - asked Oleg.
- Yes, thank you very much, if not for you ... - the girl answered.
- Nonsense, - and he turned to his cup. The mood was spoiled, he swallowed coffee, paid and went to the exit. One of the guys was lying unconscious on the floor, the second was sitting, leaning back against the wall and trying to calm the blood from his broken face.
Oleg got into the car, started the engine, and suddenly the door on the passenger side opened. It was this girl from the cafe.
- Sorry, you won’t give me a lift, otherwise I’m afraid to get there alone! She looked pleadingly at him.
- Where are you going? he muttered. She called, was on the way.
- Sit down.
- Thanks! Thanks a lot! You just don't know how grateful I am!
Oleg grimaced, he was tired, annoyed, the suit was flooded with coffee, he just wanted to take a shower and fall asleep. He didn't answer, he drove silently and looked at the road. The girl leaned back in the seat.
- May I have a cigarette? she asked.
Oleg took out a cigarette, handed it to the girl, her fingers were trembling. He brought the lighter. The light illuminated her face for a few seconds. Cheek red, blue eyes, blonde, short bob, 20-23 years old. She slid back into the seat a little, making herself more comfortable. The already short skirt pulled up, exposing her legs. The lights of street lamps snatched out of the darkness round knees and hips covered with nylon. The girl finished smoking, and closing her eyes, dozed off. Oleg furtively looked at her. Pretty, doll face, breasts covered with a topic, there was no bra. As she settled into the seat, her skirt pulled up even higher, revealing the hem of her stocking.
Arriving at the house that the girl named for him, he softly touched her shoulder. She opened her eyes.
- Are we here yet? Sorry, I dozed off. Thank you again!
- Please, - Oleg patiently waited for her to leave.
- You do not walk me to the apartment, otherwise it is dark in the entrance! She looked at him again with pleading eyes.
He mentally cursed, but he was a real man, so he got out of the car and followed her.
- Where did you learn to fight like that? - she asked, approaching the entrance.
- In the army.
- Are you a paratrooper?
- No, he was a cook in the army kitchen! - his voice was irritable, she felt it and fell silent.
Rising to her floor, she opened the door to her apartment.
- Would you like to get coffee? she suddenly asked.
- No thanks, I want to go home.
- I want to thank you! She stepped closer to him. Her one hand rested on his shoulder, the other fell on the fly of his trousers.
Oleg gently removed her hands.
- Just tell me "Thank you," - he said, and wearily began to go down the stairs.
"Thank you," she called after him.
By the time he got home, it was already half past two in the morning. He carefully took off his shoes, put his jacket on the washing machine, undressed, took a shower, put on a dressing gown. Going into the children's room, he straightened the blanket for the youngest son, straightened the pillow for the elder. He stood for a minute, looking at them, he was proud of his sons. He tiptoed into the bedroom. His wife Olesya was sleeping, covered with a blanket up to her nose. That's who he loved for more than 10 years, went crazy over her, so he was indifferent to other women. He sighed a little disappointedly, due to the fact that she was sleeping, and went to his "working room". In this room there was a sofa, a computer, a plasma. Strict wallpaper, dark curtains, a real man's cell.
Oleg turned on the computer, deciding that he would not fall asleep anyway, and that he could work a little. On the desktop of the monitor, he saw the inscription: "You haven't watched the video for a long time!". For a few seconds he looked at the screen with a surprised look, then he took the remote control, turned on the TV and pressed "Play". The screen flickered and recording began. On the screen, he saw Olesya. She had loose hair and light makeup. Eyes sparkled, lips smiled. She was sitting on the couch where he was now sitting. She was wearing high-heeled sandals, a long skirt with a slit almost to the waist, a thin translucent chiffon blouse. She sat leaning back on the back of the sofa, her leg crossed over her leg, exposing her thigh in the slit of her skirt. Oleg was very surprised, his wife was a calm domestic woman, not that not sexy, no, she was passionate and hot, but she did not put sex in the first place in her life.
"Hi!" her velvety voice rang out from the screen, “I’ve been waiting for you. I just wanted to chat with you. something you just didn’t know about. True, I suffered with the camera, until everything worked out, you know, my love, that I don’t like any equipment, but I managed it. I drank a little cognac for courage and here I am in front of you. "
Oleg looked at the screen in surprise, not believing in the reality of what was happening. He just didn't expect this.
"So," came the voice from the screen again. - "I thought about you. Your pillow smelled of your aftershave gel. I love your smell, masculine, strong, like you. I remembered your hands, gentle and skillful, I melt in your hands. I remembered your lips, soft and warm how they caress my skin, breasts, my "girl". I wanted you so much, I just didn't have the strength. And you know what I did? Did you guess? Probably not, you know that passionate sexual desires do not torment me, I that I am soft and homely, not a vamp at all. So, I did: No, I will not tell you, I will show you.
"I imagined your hands as they begin to stroke me." Her hands slid into her neck, began to stroke her, dropped to her chest. Gently, in circular motions, she caressed her breasts.
"You love to run your finger over my nipples, I love it so much." Her finger began to drive along the halo of the papilla through the blouse, the chiffon was almost transparent and Oleg saw how the papillae hardened from this caress. She unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, exposing her breasts.
"Beautiful, right? I like it myself, they are so elastic and warm." Hands caressed the chest more strongly, fingers pinched the papillae that had risen. The eyes were half closed.
"Then you caress my feet." Her hands were on her hips, she lifted her skirt almost to the top. She wore tan stockings and a belt. The legs were long, beautifully shaped, simply chiseled.
"You caress me from below, not missing a centimeter of my body." She stroked her calves, knees, rising higher and higher. When her palms touched the bare skin above the stocking, a slight moan escaped her lips. "I always liked the warmth of your hands, sometimes they are just hot."
"The skirt bothers me." She stood up, turned her back to the camera, and slowly began to take off her skirt. Elastic ass was slowly exposed, with a thin strip of white panties between the buttocks. She arched over, removing her skirt all the way, stepped over it, and sat back down on the couch, her legs clenched together. Oleg had long forgotten about fatigue, he was fascinated looking at the screen.
"You stroke my thighs, spread my legs." She stroked her thighs, her legs parted to the sides, and Oleg saw translucent panties, tightly fitting her pubis and lips. Panties were soaking wet.
"And now you got to" her ". She is already all wet, swollen, so she wants you to caress her." Olesya's hand covered her pubis, her finger began to stroke the cleft between her lips, through her panties. "I feel so good, love." The hand penetrated under the panties, and Oleg saw how her finger plunged between the lips. Stronger and deeper. Olesya's eyes were closed, she moaned softly. Her hands pulled down her panties and she spread her legs wide. The lips were swollen, shiny from moisture.
"Look what you did to me." Her fingers began to caress the lips, penetrating inside. Faster Faster. A whisper flew from her lips: "Yes, my love, stronger. I feel very good. Stronger." And then she arched, there was a long moan, and she squeezed her hand with her hips, threw back her head, giving herself to orgasm.
After a few seconds, her eyes opened. "Thank you, darling. I do so often, I'm sure you couldn't even think about your calm little wife. But I still want, I want a lot of things. I'll tell you. I want to make love to a woman. You are still alive from such confessions But I don't want to be silent anymore, I want you to know all my desires and fantasies Yes, I want a woman I will make love to her and you will watch Just watch if you touch her I will kill you "I will caress her as you caress me. When you kiss me between the legs, such pleasure is written in your eyes that I also want to know the taste of a woman, her smell, to feel her velvety lips with my lips and tongue." Olesya released her hand, squeezed by her hips, and raised it to her lips. She kissed her fingers, wet with her juice. His tongue slid over them, licking off the moisture.
"This is how I will caress her, and then you will take me, because I love your cock. I can't live without it. Only he gives me the most pleasure. I also love kissing him. He is so tender and alive, so nice feel it in my mouth.I like how you moan from my caresses.And at the time when I caress you with my mouth, I want a dick in my womb too.You can't do that, that's why I need another man.Yes Don't be surprised, I want it." She grabbed two of her fingers with her lips and began to plunge into her mouth. The fingers of the second hand plunged into the womb. Another orgasm made her arch and moan.
"That's it, darling, that's how bad I am. But I want to be like this and I'm sure you like me like that. But stop talking, I'm tired of standing at the door and admiring how you stare at the screen. I want you !!! ". The recording is over. Oleg turned to the door of the room and froze. Leaning her shoulder against the door frame, Olesya stood. Half-closed eyes looked into his eyes. One of her hands was under her blouse, caressing her breasts, the second was between her legs. Wet translucent panties did not interfere with seeing how the finger plunges into the bosom...