Night call. The erotic novel of infidelity

Chapter 1. Bag

– Look, what a cool cafe.

– Let's go in here.

– Went.

Then a very polite waiter approached them and offered them a menu and, at the same time, a choice of drinks from the wine list.

– Jan, what will you eat?

– The same as you. Choose to your taste. I need to make a call to work.

He left the cafe and started calling someone emotionally, but nothing could be heard through the thick glass and walls.

Diana sat and thought:

– Maybe he’s calling his mistress, just brazenly?

– They brought pipes yesterday, but they are not suitable for co

Having finished the conversation, he went back in when the hot food had already been brought. Diana had already started eating, praising the cuisine, and Jan joined in with pleasure.

– I've enjoyed my stay.

– We'll come again on the weekend. I'll be driving, so I won't have any wine. If you want, you can order some. But don't get drunk, I won't drag you, – he told his wife with a serious face, but with his eyes narrowed.

– We'll go now.

The music that played very quietly in the cafe attracted them and did not want to let them go, even after they had already paid the bill.

The road home took half an hour, we had to go through a backup road, since the repairs on the main road had been going on for half a year and were not going to be finished. Workers sometimes showed up there, then there was no one for weeks.

They stood at an intersection, and Diana reached for a bottle of water that was lying on the back seat.

And then he turned on the air flow in the cabin, so that her skirt rose up, revealing a very thin flesh-colored thong underneath, which was no longer visible from a short distance.

A man crossing the road is stuck in this picture, frozen in place, as people walk past him, pushing his shoulders.

– What are you standing there for, gaping mouth? The grandmother shouted and walked past him.

The joke didn't work, and Diana was unhappy when she saw a man staring at her.

– So what? Do you like the way another man looks at your woman? – Diana said angrily.

– This is a joke.

– A joke?! Holy shit!

She rode silently the entire way until they reached the elevator. As she entered, she grabbed his balls and crotch to test his hardness, and when she was sure he was hard:

– You did it on purpose. You naughty boy,– Diana said and tried to pinch Jan's buttocks, but she couldn't do it because her hands just couldn't reach.

He didn't answer, put his arm around her waist, and they reached the floor and went into their apartment. The hallway was quite spacious and lined with shelves on the sides, and the lighting turned on automatically, but also turned off after a long period of silence.

Having placed the bags of groceries they had bought on their way from the café for the weekend on the floor, Diana went to the bathroom. Ian carried them to the kitchen, placing them on the shelves and in the refrigerator on the fly, and he did this quite carefully and precisely.

While his wife went out, washing off her makeup, he was already making tea, laying out the dessert they had bought at the store. It was a small cream soufflé cake, quite pretty to look at, with roses and braided patterns. It looked quite delicious, and Yana immediately sat down at the table.

At home she liked to walk around in just a T-shirt and not wear anything underneath. Everywhere there were soft seats of armchairs, chairs and a sofa made of the same material, which they ordered from the same workshop. They could easily be pulled off by one without any extra effort and, after washing, pulled back, so the problem of cleanliness of the surfaces did not arise, moreover, she really liked the surfaces of these seats, because their velvety softness gently touched her crotch.

She especially enjoyed the thrill of dropping something and bending over to grab it, rubbing her labia against the lint. Sometimes she would unconsciously drop things to do this, experiencing the small, pleasant sensations, especially when they had tense conversations or arguments, including an argument about who should cook di

The cake, which looked like a big pastry, was big enough for two people to eat. The T-shirt she had put on after taking off all her street clothes from the bath, she had stained with cream, and now there was a stain at the level of her belly button.

– How careless I am. I have to wash it again, just put it on. Oh well, – and, having sipped some fruit tea, she went back to the bathroom, pulling it up.

Diana's body was perfect, perhaps even more than perfect, because, in addition to her graceful figure and the absence of any excess fat, she had an abundance of buttocks and perky breasts that seemed to have been grown separately to order, although this was her natural beauty, a beauty from nature, a beauty from birth. She had a gym membership, but it seemed that sometimes she went there not to work out, but to draw the boys' eyes to her ass, which in sports shorts, more like, perhaps, sports briefs, looked especially outstanding.

The special cut allowed the crotch to be fully expressed, and her buttocks then seemed to have come unglued and needed to be glued back together until they split in half.

She loved to catch the glances of men, regardless of age, she especially languidly tested younger guys, who at first looked at her for a long time, fucking her with their eyes, then, when she looked into their eyes, they quickly looked away, she felt their embarrassment and excitement from her body.

If someone started persistently getting acquainted, she would say that she was married and was not dating anyone else, that she loved her husband and all that, and as the cherry on the cake she would show her fist with a wedding ring on her finger, this would turn almost everyone off. As the people say:

– A mare won't jump up, a dog won't jump up.

The fantasies that she had when she saw muscular men and guys, they had no boundaries, she spent almost the entire training looking at the more powerfully built ones and imagining how they fucked her right in the gym, right during the training, between approaches, that some would stand and advise the man from which side to approach her, and the girls would tell her how to fold the joints of her legs correctly to catch the right angle for a gentle entrance for his penis. Fantasies were in her head, and she always imagined hard sex options.

Jan, who knew every dent in her body, every mole, looking at his wife, who was naked going to the bathroom to take off her dirty T-shirt, felt practically nothing. He always tried to control himself, and since tomorrow was Friday, he had to get up early, besides everything, he had to hand over work to his superiors, his superiors, although he was also a boss. As is known, every boss has his own boss.

He usually satisfied her before going to bed and in the morning, and it became a kind of ritual that became a habit.

Ian felt that Diana was testing his feelings today, and perhaps even checking whether he still had that animal passion that he had on their first date, when he sprayed her tights with sperm.

– Darling, what time do you have to get up tomorrow?

– I think closer to seven. I still need to stop at the service station.

– What is STO?

– Maintenance, oil needs to be changed.

– Can't you do it yourself?

– I can, only specialists will do it correctly.

– Is it that difficult there?

– Well, the hardest part is to tighten the bolt under the required load.

– What the hell, what's there to tighten? Tighten it and that's it. Okay, I'm going to bed.

He remained in the kitchen, finishing his second glass of cold fruit tea.

He felt that the evening, which had begun so beautifully in the cafe, had turned into a lull. He thought about tomorrow, and all the sexual tension that had built up in him during the evening, watching his naked wife, immediately disappeared. Tomorrow was a big decision for him, because if he failed, he would be among those who would not advance further up the career ladder, but if he handed in the work that his entire department had been working on for six months without any comments, then this promised great opportunities.

The work on developing software for designers was developed, all that was left was to present it to the management competently, that is, to hold a presentation. Usually, all investors gather at such events, many of whom do not understand programming at all, but they understand the laws of business, that if you do not present your product beautifully, consider that you have done nothing. People love beautiful packaging, they need to be hooked, and for this you need ideas, theses, commercial slogans, what they ultimately buy this or that product for.

He took a shower, prepared himself for sex, but he kept breaking down, and this made him even more nervous.

He turned off the light and went into the bedroom, which was next to the kitchen. Opening the blanket, he lay down, touching the hips of his wife, who had apparently fallen asleep and now said in a daze:

– Come to me, hug me.

He hugged her, and in an instant, her elastic, silky skin, which was a pleasure to touch, felt such strong emotions, similar to a sudden migraine, that sleep passed that very minute.

She took his cock in a half-sleep and started milking it, hoping to get some liquid. She might not have been asleep, but she didn't lift her head, and it looked like she was masturbating his cock in her sleep, which had come to its senses.

– Love me,– she whispered.

He hugged her, leaned on top of her, but held on with his hands so as not to crush her with his weight, since he was quite heavy, but he was not fat, rather a dense man with a sporting past.

He took a dose of lubricant from the tube that was always on the nightstand next to the bed and smeared it on his head and labia, without inserting his fingers inside the vagina, thinking that the shaft would still smear along the wall.

He parted her slit, which was wet like a rose flower from dew, and very slowly began to insert it inside, he entered her like a piston moves along a cylinder, evenly and with a push, which ended when he reached the uterus, causing a little pain to Diana.

– Sorry.

– Everything is fine.

– Continue.

He kneaded her buttocks with one hand, touching her nipples with the other, carefully twisting them, pressing them and then massaging her breasts.

He turned her sideways and continued fucking her, now touching her buttocks with his groin, which sounded like thin applause after a play at the theater.

But the rhythm became faster, stronger and more intermittent, and in a moment he filled her vagina with sperm, which continued to flow out even after he lay on his back and Diana, spreading her legs, turned over on her back again.

She seemed not to wake up at all, but simply spread her legs, received a dose of sperm in her crotch and turned back over, but she did not open her eyes, that was for sure, although what she was thinking about at that moment, whether about the guys in the gym again or about Yana, remains unknown, but after each intercourse she often said:

– I love you.