Night call. The erotic novel of infidelity. Юрий Буреве

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