Night call. The erotic novel of infidelity. Юрий Буреве

street, even if she was a beautiful and young girl, he wanted to talk to someone, maybe even cry, like in childhood, but he had no close friends. He broke off relations with almost everyone after the wedding, because, firstly, his wife herself, then Diana hinted about it, and he himself did not want to, he wanted to devote more time to his family.

      – Yes, we are like that, first we don’t give, then we complain why they don’t want us,– said Anna and adjusted her breasts, which, apparently, were either falling out from the ill-fitting bras, or they were simply sweaty under her sportswear.

      He couldn’t understand anything, but, feeling that the girl wasn’t afraid of him and was talking to him as if he were a familiar person, without fear, he suggested going to a café, which beckoned from afar with a beautiful sign.

      – Maybe some coffee?

      – With pleasure.

      They stood up and walked towards the establishment, and Jan offered to take her large sports bag in his hands.

      – What's that? Panties?– he asked, teasing her a little.

      – No, not only,– Anna answered, smiling.

      She was quite tall and in heels she was now almost level with Jan's height, who was used to communicating with shorter girls, and his wife was below average height. He felt a slight discomfort, which his new acquaintance noticed.

      – Are you uncomfortable with tall girls?

      – Great, you imagined it,– he said and tried not to think about it anymore.

      The cafe was quite prominently located and there were always a lot of visitors here, most often people ordered coffee and went for a walk in the park. But Anna and Jan decided to sit and order coffee.

      – Have you already chosen the apartment where you will rent?

      – Let's be informal.

      – Okay, but do you know exactly where you’ll live, or will you look for it?

      – How it goes, maybe I'll stay with a friend for a while, then we'll see. My parents live in the same city, but I categorically don't want to upset them, and what if they say again – "that I'm no good."

      – Maybe I should help you with renting a place? This could be done if it wouldn't be too hard to accept my help, I would pay you the first month's rent or two, as it turns out.

      – Well, I don’t know, it’s somehow awkward.

      – It's uncomfortable to sleep on the ceiling, and that's normal, so don't think about it. The problem is that it will take time, and it can't be done today or tomorrow

      – I understand. I have a friend, she doesn't know my boyfriend, and that's good, she won't nag me that he's like this, he's like that, I don't want to discuss him with anyone.

      – Understand.

      They exchanged glances, and that spark that runs between a guy and a girl when they meet happened, but it would be more correct to say that it continued to spark, because it had already started in the park, when he asked her about the panties in her bag.

      – Your coffee.

      – Can I have the bill right away? Thank you.

      They left the cafe, and Jan suggested that they take a walk while finishing their coffee, and then give her a lift to his friend’s place by car, and she readily agreed.

      The journey took about a quarter of an hour, but given the evening traffic jams it took longer. Anna's warm tracksuit was clearly not designed for such warm weather, and Jan noticed this and suggested that she take off her outer suit.

      – I have this… There is nothing there, I just got dressed in a hurry, and suddenly we had a fight, during sex, I managed to throw a suit over my naked body and throw on my things, although I understand that he still had something left.

      – My windows are tinted, I can’t see anything.

      She pulled off her suit, and her breasts, which had seemed imprisoned before, were illuminated by the light, and the shape resembled a sculpture. If Jan had not been stuck in a traffic jam at that time, he could have flown into a ditch, but misfortune helped to prevent a second occurrence.

      – I didn’t even have time to finish today,– Anna said, having already adjusted her pants in the crotch area.

      They reached the courtyard. She put her suit back on, Jan took her bag and offered to carry it to the floor. Having gone up the elevator silently, she knocked on the door, but no one opened. When they were about to leave, her friend opened the door, apparently dozing, with disheveled hair and a robe on her body, under which there could only be underwear, because under the accidentally open hems only red panties were outlined in a triangle in the semi-darkness.

      – Hi, I just got a message from you. Come in. Is this your boyfriend?

      – This is my… boyfriend,– trying not to pause too long after the word – my- so as not to arouse suspicion.

      I have a free room in the back, I'll go cook dinner, I left work this morning and slept all day.

      Jan took the bag and carried it there.

      – 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