Prologue

Once upon a time there lived a software engineer. He lived quite comfortably and almost happily - he worked hard both at work and on weekends, did not get enough sleep for months and for this he was entitled to a reward - twice a week quick sex and somewhere once a month even bring his wife to orgasm mainly by manual caresses, since his wife was a puritan and did not understand perversions like oral sex and nipped them in the bud. Occasionally, under the influence of a considerable amount of alcohol, she still condescended to the base desires of her husband and allowed him to run his tongue over her clitoris a couple of times after which she said - "Stop it, it tickles me and I don't like it."
To timid hints about a blowjob she would answer: "Let the road b... dies suck, but I don't feel like it." That's how they lived - happily and joyfully, the wife enjoyed herself according to her whimsical and incomprehensible schedule, and the husband suffered and sometimes masturbated, imagining, OH HORROR!, that he was having sex with a beautiful, liberated girl who was not afraid of new positions, kisses not only on the cheeks and neck, but even between her wet, swollen with desire labia, and she did not disdain to give him a blowjob and sometimes he even dreamed that he would bring the girl of his dreams to a real orgasm - with sobs, loud moans and tears of happiness (how this happens, the character of our fairy tale knew - in rare moments of alcoholic relaxation, his wife was still able to surrender to his penis and flexible, skillful fingers). Gradually, his imaginary mistress began to show more and more features of one of his employees (let's call her), he was interested in her before, but he could not imagine that any woman could like him. The thing is that our engineer was sometimes a slob and created for himself the image of a kind of regular guy - a vulgar and a joker, but not harmful and simple, without claims to high feelings. The employee shared an office with her colleague, with whom our engineer had recently become friends but did not see her as more than a friend, that is, he never thought about sex with the strict economist. However, he began to visit the girls' office more often. Often the economist left the engineer and N. alone and the engineer started not at all chaste conversations, in which N. usually supported him. At first they shared only work problems, then about family and even, sometimes, about their grievances against their spouses. Communication brought them closer, and the engineer saw only N. and no one else in his sexual fantasies. Her sweet erotic voice bewitched and caused a strong erection, the sight of her large, elastic breasts caused a desire to touch them, sweet lips called for kisses. Gradually, he realized that N. attracted his thoughts not only in a sexual way, he wanted to be around more often, just talk and admire her face and body. In general, our guy got into trouble. And N. just took and allowed him to court her, not realizing that our so-called hero had crossed the line of no return, and would stop at nothing to win at least the body, and, in the long run, the heart of his dreams. The engineer slowly, but moved towards his goal, and even achieved something, begging for a couple of minutes of bliss.

A proverb.

Our engineer, P. for simplicity, and N., whom you already know, could not come to an agreement regarding a meeting that could either turn their lives upside down or become a great disappointment and pain. P. was exhausted from desire, his mind was literally clouded, he was torn between the desire to possess N. even by force and the fear of losing her. He tried to establish normal sexual relations with his wife, but each time he ran into a blank wall of misunderstanding and unwillingness to hear the needs of his husband. Otherwise, things were going well: P. tried to pay more attention to his family, began to control his irritation, devoted more and more time to children and household chores, secretly hoping for a response in bed. Finally, they began to make love more often. Outwardly - an idyll. But the wall that divided them never collapsed, it seemed, on the contrary, it became stronger. The wife decided that it was easier to give herself to her husband more often than to listen to him, and at least try to compromise. Therefore, while caressing his wife, P. saw N.'s face, imagined her in his arms, he was both scared and sweet about it. The relationship with his colleague was not going well either. They had reached a certain level of trust in each other, and clearly knew that they would not avoid bed. However, N. was in no hurry. She clearly enjoyed P.'s courtship, his constant attempts to be close, to touch her shoulder, waist. A couple of times he gave her a light neck massage and this brought her into a strong state of arousal, but N. strictly adhered to the rule: "NO SEX AT WORK!" However, she did not forget to make small advances, not promising anything specific, but clearly making it clear: "Wait, everything will happen, but not right away." And P. waited, his desires only grew stronger, his wife at home could not get enough of her husband, who had become such a good and sexually hungry husband, who poured out all his tenderness on her, intended for another, and was very disappointed when instead of a chocolate candy of stormy passion he received a skinny lollipop of marital duty. And so it went, P. gradually developed an inferiority complex against the background of sexual dissatisfaction. But one day a miracle happened, which restored his faith in himself and hope for a continuation of the relationship with N. Once she asked him to give her a ride home early, she had business in the city, preparations for a family holiday and a long trip on vacation. P.'s hands were shaking when he started the car and pulled away. Next to him sat the one he had dreamed of for several months, for whom he was ready to do any madness. He timidly put his hand on her knee. She only smiled and made no attempt to throw her off. Encouraged, P. began to stroke her legs, touched her pubis, N. made no attempt to stop his caresses, but did not react to them either. The excited man abruptly turned off the highway onto a country road and rushed away from human eyes. Having stopped in some hollow, he turned to the passenger and began to shower her face with bold and greedy kisses, overcoming a little resistance, he took off her jacket, unbuttoned her blouse, bra and demandingly fell upon N.'s full, soft breasts.intoxicated by the smell of her hot skin and feeling an irresistible desire to take her right here and now. But N. did not allow him to pull off her jeans and lacy blue panties.

 "Not today, please, don't," she whispered in a trembling voice. She wanted intimacy and was afraid of it, and the place was a bit deaf, and the fear of being simply raped did not add to her joy. "Please, not now," she repeated with a pleading voice. P.'s head was empty - all the blood rushed to his penis and he thought with its head. But the brakes worked anyway and he moved away from the desired body.

 “Or maybe…” he began in a broken voice,

 - No, - N. cut off firmly, and, more softly, - wait, you'll find out when I dare to do everything, really, it's just all so unexpected, you're a good guy and all that, but for now I don't... - the woman stopped short, seeing P.'s eyes full of longing and resentment. "Well, what should I do now? What should I do? He'll either kill me or hate me! Damn, why so early?" a whirlwind of thoughts flashed through her head.

 - Caress me, - P. asked somehow quietly and already hopelessly, no longer hoping for anything, and grateful even for these minutes when he touched the desired body with his lips, for the minutes when he was happy from anticipation and was sure that now a miracle would happen and N. would recklessly surrender to his hands, lips, that his member would enter her slit wet with desire, he would greedily kiss her hardened nipples, they would move slowly but passionately, rushing towards bliss. It was even more painful to let go of the hot body, but P. could not deceive her pleading and slightly frightened eyes, his will, clenched in a steel fist, was cracking at the seams, and he gave a couple of leaks to his desire, he could not take his pleading eyes away from her sad and increasingly calm eyes.

N. gently touched the protruding bulge on his jeans, easily unbuttoned the belt and zipper, and pulled out the most important body part for P. at the moment. His penis was slightly wilted from her refusal, but feeling the gentle grip of her fingers, it began to harden quickly; a couple of light movements, and it swelled, slightly bent upward, and trembled with excitement. The head easily came out of the foreskin, turned purple, and glistened with stretched skin. N. gently embraced it with her lips, squeezed them tighter, and let the hot coal into her mouth. Her fingers gently stroked the testicles and the base of the penis, the head began to move rhythmically, the penis would either sink into her mouth to the very root, or only the head would be caressed by skillful lips and a gentle tongue. Here P. was seized by a slight panic: “I’m going to cum now, where should I spray the sperm?” But his girlfriend, as if guessing his fear, simply squeezed the root tighter and pressed her lips together a little tighter. A couple more movements - and P. flew to heaven, his penis elastically contracted, pushing out the juice of love, and his girlfriend swallowed this hot, fragrant liquid, thereby delivering even more bliss to her partner, not spoiled by such caresses. She also caressed the falling phallus with her mouth, licked the last drop of semen from the head and kissed P., who had fallen into a complete stupor, on the corner of his mouth. He jerked to respond to the kiss, but N. gently stopped this impulse:

 - Well, that's it, it's time to go.

Happy and stunned, P. drove the car thoughtlessly, his heart rejoiced and sang, only at the very bottom there settled a slight bitterness from the loss of those very, happiest minutes before N.’s refusal.

Several months passed.

Once again N. gave a couple of days of happiness and light euphoria, P. courted her more and more persistently, and finally they found themselves alone in his car again. N. was wearing a beautiful white sarafan, knee-length. Sitting in the next seat, N. opened a pair of round, slightly tanned knees to the driver's gaze. These were sweet knees, clean, nasty, not like the chicken-like sharp knees of the skinny female employees. They simply demanded touching and caressing. P. did not keep him waiting and placed his right one on the nearest chiseled leg with surprisingly smooth, soft skin.

 "Are you checking if you shaved?" she said, her eyes flashing from under her lowered eyelashes.

 - Are you like this everywhere? - P. asked half-jokingly, - can I check?

N. slightly spread her legs, and the driver, not risking taking his eyes off the road, ran his palm along the inside of her thigh until it rested against the translucent silk of her panties. Then he imperiously pushed his hand under the elastic and felt the tender flesh oozing with desire under his fingers. The girl rose, lowered her panties a little lower and spread her legs wider.

P. began to stroke the delicate folds, it was awkward, he had to watch the road, and the shape of the pussy was noticeably different from his wife’s usual one.

 “Command me,” he asked.

 - Higher! - she said abruptly, breathing intermittently, then moved her ass a little so that the finger lay more comfortably on the clitoris. - More, faster, - she controlled the obedient tool just as abruptly, then sharply moved her pelvis up and literally impaled herself on the finger that willingly slid into her vagina. Having allowed him to massage her from the inside, N. returned to her previous position, allowing P. to caress her clitoris. This was repeated several times. On a sharp turn, the driver had to tear himself away from his excited partner, after changing gears, he greedily licked his fingers, covered in her lubricant, Moaning with pleasure, he began to stroke her pussy again. Having turned onto a familiar country road, P. drove a couple of hundred meters and stopped in the same hollow. Now he had both hands at his disposal. But then, smiling slyly, P. took a black opaque package from the top shelf and, with a magician's gesture, pulled out the vibrator he had bought the day before. N.'s eyes widened slightly, then she moaned something indistinctly in a very erotic way, which P. took for complete agreement with this turn of events. The lover carefully inserted the vibrator into her vagina and turned on low speed. His lips slid down her tummy, covered with the soft fabric of her sundress, and kissed the mole on her pubis. Suddenly N., feeling for the lever, put the seat down, moved up on it and finally spread her legs wide, giving room for her partner's hands and mouth. He fiddled around, got comfortable and began to suck her lips, lick her clitoris, and touch the entrance to her vagina with his tongue, feeling the vibration of the dildo. Turning the speed up, P. began to massage the vagina with the vibrator and the rest of it with his mouth. N. firmly took his hand and began to guide it, setting the rhythm and depth of the toy's insertion. Moans began to mix with the loud breathing, becoming more and more rhythmic and louder.

 "More, more," she breathed out, and finally squeezed the hand holding the vibrator and pushed it hard inside. Her body began to shake with contractions in her lower abdomen, her clitoris rhythmically shuddered and twitched, she held the hand with the vibrator inside and moaned loudly.

P. stopped caressing her and simply enjoyed the magical sight of large, swollen and shiny lips, the pearl of a clitoris hidden between them, the entrance to the vagina slightly covered with postpartum scars, and suddenly they became so sweet to him, so familiar, that he again pressed his lips to this rose and felt how the waves of orgasm subsided, how the spasms became weaker and less frequent, until they subsided completely.

P. carefully took out the toy, turned it off and unexpectedly for himself licked his girlfriend's juice off of it and it was so pleasant and sweet that he again pounced on the hot open mouth of the vagina, inserted his tongue as deep as he could and began to lick his sweetheart from the inside with the tip.

 “Okay, that’s enough for the first time,” N. gently but persistently pulled her lover’s head away.

 “You want everything right away, don’t rush, save it for next time,” she smiled, knowing that there would definitely be a next time, because she liked this sometimes funny, sometimes overly annoying, and sometimes very sweet guy more and more.

 “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for anything,” N. promised firmly, and P. believed her immediately and unconditionally.

"Between a proverb and a fairy tale"

P. was simply overflowing with energy, joy, he was glowing, N. was the opposite - the closer they got to the house, the sadder and more worried her face became, and then her husband called - and she just drooped. There was nothing left of the one who had been moaning with pleasure literally 5 minutes ago, there was just a sad beauty sitting next to him, outwardly very similar to that liberated and bold priestess of love, but where her thoughts were - he did not know, and probably no one will know. The blissful smile also slowly slid off P.'s face, he could not understand what was wrong.

 - We walk on the ground, and we can't break away from it, the flight ends in a fall. And the higher you fly, the harder the ground hits you when you meet it. - N. said slowly, deliberately, in a tired, gray voice. - It hits very painfully, - she added quietly, looking straight ahead.

P.'s joy had also vanished. He tried to catch her eye, but she stubbornly looked at the road, apparently not wanting to see or hear anyone or anything. P. tried to talk about something else, to distract her somehow, but the armor of alienation was hardening before his eyes, the woman's voice became dry and ringing. P. realized that today he had committed the greatest stupidity - he had deceived himself into taking something he had not yet earned, and he scolded himself, his egoism and self-confidence.

 “But you didn’t even think about me, my feelings,” N. broke the prolonged pause, “you don’t give a damn about me, my world, but I have a family, for 18 years already, and you’re so quick here - you came, you saw, you left a mark,” the bitterness of her voice literally poisoned P., forced him to sober up and look at everything that happened from her side, and the picture didn’t come out as bright and festive at all.

At home, N. was met by a sullen and clearly aroused (not sexually) husband. I can only guess what they talked about, hardly about nature. N. had to smooth over the tense situation all night. I don’t know whether she enjoyed it or was simply “sucking forgiveness.” And I don’t want to know.

But P. was overcome with a belated sense of guilt. At home, he answered questions absolutely automatically, did something around the house, played with his daughter. Unexpectedly giving himself over to the game, he seemed to be able to drive away the tight melancholy that had gripped his heart. So he waited for the evening, spending it as if in two planes - one part of the brain, more practical - was responsible for immediate needs, for behavior, for smiles and gestures, for not outwardly showing anything about what the other half was doing at the moment. And in the second there was chaos - dark thoughts and fears for N. unexpectedly cut through with bright flashes of memory of today's fiery sex, and it was so pleasant that sometimes a wide, happy smile still broke through on his face, causing puzzled looks from his wife.

"But I love her!" thought P. - "And N.?" - another voice appeared in his head - "And N., but in a different way, my wife is the foundation of my life for me, the strong foundation of my family, I respect her very much, but apparently I'm tired of the routine, her appearance no longer makes my heart sing, I've just gotten used to her. And where is that cheerful, reckless girl now, who made P. forget all her friends 18 years ago, radically change her life? Yes, she is cold in bed, but she is unusually smart and insightful, knows how to support in a difficult situation, feel sorry for her, step over her pride for the sake of the well-being of the family. But this is soup, boring homemade soup, which you need to eat every day so as not to ruin your stomach. And N. is like a holiday, like an expensive dish in a restaurant - bright and unusual. “P. sighed, “Just don’t overdo it with exotic things, so that the holiday doesn’t become routine. You need to go to a restaurant, but not too often,” he decided, and his soul felt lighter.

In the evening, when the children and wife went to bed, P. decided to write a short letter.

"Natasha.

I am writing in the evening, my family has gone to bed, but I don’t feel like it. Today could have been one of the happiest days of my life, but it didn’t work out. My ego should be jubilant – how successful I have been, how I finally got what I wanted. I really did get it, almost got it, but I should have waited for it to be given. As the classic says, “Even a kiss taken by force intoxicates and tastes bitter.” It tastes very bitter. Today I learned a very serious life lesson, it’s just a pity that you had to pay for it. Forgive me if you can. I told you about a piece of my heart and I remember your answer, I just ask you not to lock it away tightly for me. Without wanting to cause you any inconvenience, I dumped a bunch of my problems on you and aggravated yours. I really was too hasty with my confessions, and that’s probably what scared you. I don’t even want to imagine what you think of me now, it’s unlikely to be good, but my attitude towards you has changed for the better. Until recently, I saw you as just an attractive woman who I really like (you probably wouldn't accept a different, more correct formulation now, although you know what I mean). Humorous, open to communication on any topic, a lover of flirting, in general, a simple girl without a catch. But you have a second bottom, like a magician's box - the top compartment is open for show, but all the most valuable and expensive, as well as hidden and heavy, is there, under the double bottom. This bottom is difficult to see, and what's inside - even trying to guess is useless. I tried - but went like an elephant, straight ahead. I made a mess and, I'm afraid, now I need to start all over again, gently and carefully. I'm ready for this, if you allow it. Asking you to forget recent events is stupid, people don't forget such things, but I will ask you to forgive. Perhaps I am far from the best man you have met, but for me you are a whole event, and a joyful and bright one at that. You have changed my way of life dramatically, stirred up the stagnant swamp that my soul had begun to turn into, and expanded the boundaries of my heart. And you have also made me understand that if there are two, then two must decide, and not the one who has appointed himself the main one and suppressed the will of his partner. It is necessary to suppress the rival, and partners must find compromises. I could not wait for your readiness out of fear that it would never come. I simply went deaf with desire, and a pink veil of anticipation of happiness fell on my eyes. And you are right, we walk on the earth, so we cannot break away too high - it hurts to fall.

Well, the letter turned out to be rather short. But I said the main thing, and we can talk about the rest later.

Kisses, I don’t know whose (maybe I’ll become yours someday?), Pasha.

P.S. And in general, thank you very much for the moments of happiness and for the happiness of expectation of happiness that you gave me. Sorry if I wrote it clumsily, my head is in disarray."

P. lay down in bed, tossed and turned a bit and almost fell asleep when his wife came into the bedroom. It was unexpected and strange, usually he had to ask her all evening and not forget to wake her up when the children were already asleep. The wife lay down next to her and hugged her husband.

 - What happened? You look strange today.

 - Oh, just some minor problems at work.

 — For work or at work?

 — At work, viruses are driving me crazy — lied P., not wanting to hurt his wife by telling the truth about his problems. Once, at the dawn of their life together, P. let her go with a friend to the sea in the company of cheerful students. He was not at all afraid of betrayal, because his L. was so reliable, faithful, beloved. In vain he was not afraid. Many years later, he accidentally learned about L.'s relationship with one of the young teachers accompanying a group of geography students. He learned from a completely drunk friend, who was inopportunely overcome by unnecessary frankness. I can't say that P. was in deep shock, but he was very surprised. A few months later, while watching a melodrama with many intricate connections, he asked as if jokingly:

 - Have you ever cheated on me?

 “Never,” she answered without blinking an eye. It was strange, but P. believed her, or rather forced himself to believe her, forced her so much that he almost forgot about his small horns, coquettishly peeking out from under his short hair. But he learned his lesson — never admit to cheating, it’s better to lie, because guessing and knowing are two different things. If she had told him the truth, P. simply wouldn’t have known what to do next. But life went on as usual. That’s why he just as calmly told her nonsense about viruses, various antivirus packages and other nonsense.

Then he hugged his wife and suddenly felt a strong arousal. His consciousness was divided again - both N. and L. were lying next to each other, he caressed both and wanted both. Hoping that L. would allow him to do the same as N., he was about to move down to the inviting hollow covered with soft curly hair, but L. sharply pulled him back:

 - Again? No need, I asked you to.

The vision faded, but the excitement did not subside, P. turned his wife with her back to him and entered her vagina, simultaneously caressing her clitoris. With long measured thrusts he began to ram her pussy, her lips stretched and her clitoris easily allowed the greedy slippery finger to caress its back. "How different they are, but both are very desirable" flashed through P.'s head. "If only I could caress them at the same time, feel my wife's vagina with my cock and caress N.'s sweet slit with my mouth." He again remembered that intoxicating aroma and the slippery pliability of her labia and, at the same time, the delightful tartness of the lubricant. Feeling that he was about to cum, he intensified his thrusts. L. moaned, furiously moving her pelvis, forcing him to caress the mound of her clitoris more energetically, suddenly pulled his hand away and squeezed her legs tightly. Pressing his palm to the lower abdomen, P. felt contractions, his wife had a serious orgasm. At the same moment, he abruptly pulled his penis out of her vagina and it exploded, spewing streams of sperm onto her bottom. They lay pressed together and the husband gently stroked her stomach, then caressed the nipples of her large soft breasts.

Then he kissed her behind the ear and whispered, “I love you.”

 - Just me?

 - Children, parents, sisters, brothers, and the whole world, in descending order. - He joked, - and also dogs, cats, and fish...

 “Okay, shut up,” L. interrupted. Then she stood up and wiped her bottom and her husband’s stomach with a towel.

 “Good night,” she said and went into the bathroom, made some noise with the water and went into the nursery.

Waking up, P. again remembered N.

He was afraid of meeting her the next morning, he was putting off the moment of meeting face to face, and frankly, he was very glad to see her, although sleep-deprived, but not angry with him.

P. forwarded his letter and really hoped that N. would forgive and understand, and most of all he wanted to receive hope for a continuation of the relationship. N. wrote that they were doomed to failure, etc., but P. felt that this was being written in order to cool his head, to reduce the intensity of the relationship, and to give him the opportunity to understand that everything is possible, just be careful. He promised himself that he would not give up trying to win the beauty, but there would simply be no cavalry charge, now he would listen and hear her desires, and, most importantly, not rush things. But at the same time he hoped that N. would not completely refuse short but stormy dates, during which they allowed themselves little "pranks".

Fairy tale

And so the long-awaited day came. N.'s husband went on a business trip, she told the children that she would be late at work. P. had no problems with legalizing his absence at all - he often serviced the computers of his friends, their friends and friends of friends in the evenings. He put N. in the car and drove to the motel. His heart was pounding wildly and he could not BELIEVE that his dream was driving next to him, and he gently stroked her naked knee, moving higher each time and gradually began to gently touch her womb, covered with light, transparent silk of panties, already slightly moistened. Waves of desire also emanated from N. her breathing became deeper and more rhythmic. Having driven up to the motel, the engineer almost jumped out of the car, hurrying to rent a room as soon as possible. Having quickly settled the formalities with the settlement, he led his slightly blushing beloved into the room. The door slammed, and N. turned to her lover with a jerk:

 "Maybe not?" she asked timidly, although her eyes screamed "Take me!" and her body craved kisses and caresses. Seeing the answer in his eyes, N. purred in that same hoarse, low tone:

 — I'm going to take a shower.

 - To hell with the shower - exhaled the partner, excited to the limit, picked her up in his arms and literally threw her on the made bed. Realizing that it was useless to resist, the woman closed her eyes and gave in to that intoxicating feeling of desire. Helping his impatient hands take off her clothes, N. became more and more excited, and shaking her head she thought: - Ah, come on, stop limiting yourself. - And she immediately felt light and free, her hand grabbed the tense and hot member and directed it into her vagina. The lover entered her with a powerful, strong push, her excitement grew, but having rammed her womb literally three or four times, the member jumped out of her hot vagina and erupted as a volcano of sperm on her pubis and stomach. N. even moaned in disappointment.

 “Are you overexcited?” she asked her engineer sympathetically.

 - Yes! - he exhaled, - And now you can take a shower - it seemed that the lover was not upset at all, although inside he called himself the last nerd who could not even restrain himself. However, with some effort, he picked up N. in his arms and barely squeezed through the narrow shower door. He put the heavy load on the tray and conjured over the faucet. He directed a tight warm stream at his girlfriend's back, then turned it and doused her with water all over, turned off the faucet and with his other hand, lightly touching, began to soap her with gel. First the back, butt, then the shoulders and stomach, after the hips and ankles. He carefully skipped the chest and lower abdomen, understanding that speed is not always a guarantee of victory. Only after washing off the gel, the newly-minted bathhouse attendant began to lightly stroke her shoulders, gradually moving down to the chest. Then he abruptly turned N. to face him and began to shower her cheeks, neck, chest with kisses. N. shuddered with chills.

 “Sorry, I’ll be right there,” the lover whispered and began to wipe her frozen shoulders with a soft terry towel, gradually rubbing her entire body.

 - Well, are you warmed up? Time to go to bed - and again in his arms, brushing the corners of the door, he carried the hot, fresh-smelling and love-seeking body into the room.

He awkwardly laid N. across the wide bed and collapsed next to him.

 "Is the load too heavy?" the cat purred.

Without saying a word, he closed her mouth with a long, hot kiss. Their tongues touched each other, caressed her lips and gums. Breaking off the kiss, he looked at his lioness with a long, tender gaze, moved a little lower and began to kiss and caress her swollen hard nipples in turn, and his palm lay on her pubis and his fingers easily parted the folds of her lips. The lips were already moistened, slippery and more elastic, and the small pearl of the clitoris was just hardening under the gentle finger, which either slid easily next to it, or slightly pressed on this magical mound. The caresses became more insistent, the finger now and then penetrated the vagina, caressed the entrance to the vagina, the clitoris, sometimes pressed on the perineum near the anus, causing a sweet tremor of anticipation in the woman. The partner left the breast and slid down the bed even lower, running his lips and tongue lower and lower along the stomach, finally kissed the beginning of the genital fold on the pubis, his favorite birthmark, lay down more comfortably, spread his girlfriend's legs and began to kiss first near the labia majora, then gently sucked the swollen labia minora and gently licked the vestibule of the vagina, several times inserted his tongue inside, causing N. to moan dully. The tongue finally touched the clitoris and began to persistently caress it, sometimes circling around, then demandingly, but gently pressing. The fingers did not get bored either - they massaged the entrance, then one of them easily dived inside. With his thumb, the man caressed the anus slippery from lubrication, sometimes pressing on it, then slightly penetrating inside. When he inserted his fingers into both entrances and began to massage the partition between the vagina and the ass, the tongue became more insistent and harder, the penis literally burst from the rush of blood. N. moaned dully, vigorously moved her pelvis, forcing her lover to guess the right rhythm and force of pressure. Finally, she moaned louder, her legs squeezed his head, her entire perineum shook with spasms, and the noticeably enlarged clitoris twitched sweetly between her bloodshot and lubrication-sparkling lips. The lover rose up on his elbows and looked at his beloved, writhing in a sweet orgasm, her eyes were closed and her lips were dry. Rising higher, he kissed her, shoved a pillow under her ass and inserted his penis into her still contracting womb. Now the lover was in no hurry, moving slowly at first, but the further, the more he sped up. N. moved in time and when she caught the right position after a few thrusts she again felt that shaking feeling of orgasm, when your head is absolutely empty of problems, you just want these sweet contractions below to never stop and the flight to nirvana to never end. The partner continued, but the mistress did not want it like that anymore, and, squeezing her legs tighter, first slowed down his movements, then slid off the penis. Meeting a puzzled, and already slightly offended look, she whispered:

 “I want to caress you differently,” she ordered, “Lie on your back.”

Then, squatting over him, she began to play with his elastic and hot cock, sometimes passing it between her labia, sometimes directing it into her vagina. The man was trying to insert it deeper, but N. said softly:

 - Lie still, now it's my turn.

Then she turned her back to him and again straddled the "little humpbacked horse", allowing her lover to caress her back and, when she arched back, her heavy ripe breasts. So she played with him, now speeding up, now slowing down her movements. Then, not letting him finish once again, she easily slid off and gave her ass to his face, leaving the care of her pussy to her lover's tongue and fingers, and she tightly and greedily clasped her lips around the crimson and hard as a stick member. The man pressed himself against her womb again, greedily licking her wet, sweet-smelling slit, and she licked the head and almost swallowed her toy, her fingers gently fingered his testicles, both of them moaned loudly, not remembering the thin walls and the big-eared maids of the motel, and at the moment when his fire hose powerfully shot a stream of long-held sperm, N. tightly grasped his member with her lips and swallowed the spicy, hot seed, feeling how the member contracts and trembles, pushing out the last drops, and then the caresses of her lover again made her clitoris twitch in the ecstasy of orgasm. So, hugging each other by the buttocks, they lay motionless for several minutes and only quietly moaned. Then N. got up and lay down next to her beloved, they hugged each other and, when he kissed her, for some reason she burst into tears.

 “Is something wrong?” he asked, alarmed.

 “Silly, it’s from happiness,” she whispered. “Be quiet, don’t ruin the mood.”

Waking up a few hours later, they hugged and kissed each other heartily, then got dressed and went out into the corridor, where the elderly maid smiled slyly and winked, then, squinting, said:

 - Come again, it’s been a long time since our walls shook like that.

N. smiled shyly and answered:

 “Of course, unless my stallion doesn’t mind,” and she looked slyly at what was now definitely HER man.

And the programmer stood there and smiled happily from ear to ear. His happiness could not be eclipsed by either the imminent meeting with his beloved wife or the knowledge that N. was also someone else's wife, he simply stood there and smiled, knowing that he would certainly bring his beloved here, and again they would enjoy each other, love and give themselves.

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