I stood on the second floor, this is a large two-story apartment, the bluish light filled the entire corridor, quietly and surprisingly calmly. I did not want to go anywhere, although it was not too late, but it was time, slowly turning over with my feet, I walked along the wall looking at still lifes. There were a lot of them, they filled all the space, and almost all of them were painted with violets, tender, bluish, purple, and a very small drawing, even the velvet mesh on the leaves was visible. Beautiful, who drew them like that, is simply amazing, and here the droplets shine, even the dust is visible on the table. I walked barefoot, stepping on a track as soft as river sand, and listened to the sound of rain, Alexey loves this noise, he initially irritated me, but now he even likes it, just the sound of rain instead of music and nothing superfluous. He also taught me to listen to silence, usually I don’t part with my player, I don’t want to listen to other people's conversations and what’s good about city noise anarchy, music distracts me, creates my own world, so people go around the city in their world and don’t notice each other friend
At the bottom, somewhere at the door there was a noise. Probably dropped something. I met Alexey, probably, about three months ago. Wow, so little time has passed, but it seems to me that I have known him for a long time. He is my lover. He has a tall, a little bit fat belly, that's what it means to sit at the table, and, probably, older than me by fifteen years, how much horror, but that is what I liked about him, and what he says to me. No wonder they say that a woman loves her ears, I am no exception, just melted that's all. I myself have been married for a year, three months and seven days, in this, there is something, when you say the words - a married woman gives authority and weight among her friends. Maxim is my husband, I adore him, sports, even press cubes are, byr, as he gets when he strokes them. My mother had a lover, she did not say this, but I knew that my father did not know, my aunt Vali had the same lover and not one. Julia, my girlfriend, she got married a little faster than me and kept tending about her Vovchik, saying Vovchik, Vovchik, and then she began to meet with Igor, but at every opportunity, she again whispered in my ear as Vovchik loves me. I thought that this is how it should be, a family is a house, children, this is a place where you can come and just enjoy the comfort, and the fact that a lover or mistress is an essential life of any family. When I got married, it was painful to think about it, but it was measured, though in vain.
In the bottom, there were loud voices. They did not belong to Alexey, it was someone else, and not one. I stopped and listened to the conversation. Other people's voices were harsh, they sounded on high voices, sometimes even a mate could be heard and some kind of growl. Stepping gently with my legs, I went down the corridor to see what was happening there and suddenly I was twitched, struck in the chest and my whole body was numb. I clearly heard a voice, I know him, I know very well, I would not confuse this hoarse voice with anyone, and it belonged to Maxim, my husband. I was scared. Did he track me down, because I’m in the lover’s house and that a scene of revenge is about to take place, but how did he know? I pulled back, took a step, and turned to hide in one of the rooms.
They caught me, and only spun in my head, a cold trickle of sweat ran down my back, it became scary, terrible scary. I opened the first door, she clicked treacherously, and when she covered, I simply slammed. I huddled together, all I was gone, quickly moved away from the door and turned away. Heavily lasted for a second;
Before going to Alexey, I changed clothes, I liked to do it, taught Julia, I went to see her, she danced at the club, styled my hair, put on a wig, I was completely different in it, I didn’t even recognize myself. Short brown hair, a cascade hairstyle, immediately opened his chin and nose, everything was open, but I could not recognize myself for a long time, I had to get used to it, it seemed that everyone was just looking at me on the street. She wore a short denim skirt, a T-shirt and a bolero, it was very cool.
But now in this dress I felt like a clown who was released into the street. I was afraid to turn around, I already wanted to take off the wig as I heard that the door was opening.
- Olga Petrovna, - it was the voice of my husband, but why he called me that, because they call my wife Alexey.
I clung to the table and tried not to turn to him, and a second ago I would have done it and would have looked coldly in his eyes, but now everything has changed, I listened to his steps. He confidently entered the office.
“Olga Petrovna, it's not good to run,” said almost at the ear.
I turned my back on him. What did he mean? He did not recognize me? He does not know what it is I? So he is not for me? In my head, one thought after another flew with furious speed, and each was more awkward than the previous one.
“Olga Petrovna, I am glad to see you personally,” Maxim began again, “it’s not good to hide from us, no need.”
Hide? Why is he looking for her?
- Olga Petrovna, you probably know me, if you ran away so hastily, - he cleared his throat, - I am Maxim Valeryevich Stryzhin, an employee of your bank’s collection company
Now I understood everything, but really, Maksim, my husband works with a bank in the collection service to return clients' debts to the bank. He works not so long ago, he was invited to work by his classmate, it seems that Dima is called, once he saw such a big mountain of muscles, just a jock and that's it. And why men think that women like these muscles, I personally think this is ugly, because nature has not laid these muscles in the man’s body, it means that it’s not necessary, but to be slim and healthy and without a stomach, that’s another thing.
“What do you think we are, boys, to run from us,” his voice instantly became rude and irritable, “fucking why should I be engaged in this crap!”
I flinched all over and stretched along the strings. It became terribly scary for myself. I have never heard that Maxim would raise his voice at least once, and even more so he used foul language, I did not recognize him, maybe it’s not him, maybe I was mistaken.
“Bitch,” he began almost shouting, “you took money from my master, and you want a bitch or not, but you give it to him.”
He came so close to me that I felt his breath on my back, I felt disgusted and disgusted because I knew him and was terribly offensive for myself that I was his wife.
- How much are you supposed to? He asked me, but I was silent.
Somehow it came about that I became Olga Petrovna, he did not see her before, and therefore he took me for her. I could not turn around, I thought that he would now shout and leave, I just need to be silent and that’s all, the main thing is for him not to see my face. I was very afraid that he would recognize me and therefore turned away when he tried to look into my face.
- What are you doing? - he pulled my hand, but I pulled it out and turned my back to him, - what the fuck do you think your dog will save you, - he spoke about Alexey, - he passed you and showed you where you were shaking.
I blushed, did Aleksei do it, cannot be, no, I do not believe, tears flowed from my eyes, but I didn’t wipe them, let them flee that from that. And then I saw that there was a mask on the bedside table, they were worn for the new year or at masquerades, carefully stepping over, I went to the table and took the mask.
- I decided to play, are you going to the ball?
He quickly approached and yanked my skirt, by surprise, I sat down, nearly fell, straightened, and trying as calmly as possible to put on a mask.
“You have to pay interest,” he hissed over my ear and slapped my buttock, I almost screamed.
My voice is very clear, my classmates call me a bell, and it’s impossible not to recognize it, it’s the same as turning around and saying that I am your wife. My heart was pounding, then squeezing, then with an attempt it began to beat, it was hard and painful to breathe.
- The interest is small, but they are payable.
He immediately unceremoniously lifted my skirt, spent a vile hand on the bottoms, and picking up the rezinochku fingers, clicked it like a slingshot. Pain. She stung me and I jumped on the spot.
“Damn it, I don’t like it,” I shook my head, “and who asks you, you had to think when you took from the bank, and now the interest to pay.”
And with these words, his hand slipped under the trunks, fingers squeezed the buttock. From horrible humiliation, I was petrified and without moving I endured while he was squeezing, singing my ass.
I am nineteen years old, right after school, I entered the institute for museology, I really wanted independence and therefore I married Maxim. At first, I did not pay attention to him, he returned from the army, he was on his own mind, my first love had not yet disappeared, and then everything changed. I went to bed and thought about him, went for a couple and thought about him again, I always wanted to see him, even got sick and thought that this was love. But the love of evil, she let me down, I did not see in Maxim what was probably on the surface, and even now I did not want to believe what was happening to me. Maybe he plays me, only this and comforted me for a few seconds.
“Olga Petrovna, you can be asked to come to the table,” he said this somehow calmly, with sarcasm.
I did so, sideways, without turning to him, went to the table.
“That's nice,” he said, and in one motion he pulled off the melting to my knees.
I jumped in surprise, and then he poked me in the back, I almost fell down, collapsed on the table, knocking a blue folder off of it, which he had previously turned in his hands and tried to poke me in the nose.
I didn’t expect it, I didn’t expect anything like that at all, five minutes ago I thought I would return home early, today is the end of May and it’s hot outside, the sun is still full and I just wanted to go home. At home, home, disgusting house, he has now become for me a stranger, dirty and smelly.
His hand slapped me on the buttock, I already thought of nothing, I did not think, it was disgusting to think about what I was doing and even more so I intend to do, I just wanted only one thing, so that everything would end soon and that was all. If only it was over. His breathing trembled, and black spots flashed before his eyes. He ran his hand between my legs and, putting me on my palm, sharply lifted, I stood on tiptoes.
- What is delayed? - There was a voice in the doorway.
I flushed from the tip of the nose to the heels, and all instantly began to sweat, it became hot, my palms slid along the table.
“Wait,” said Maxim calmly, as if nothing had happened, and he sat and drank coffee, “I impose a fine for delay,” and with these words he stuck a member of me.
If I hadn’t bitten my lip beforehand, I screamed, it was painful, a piercing pain in my groin, as if they had punched my fist into the stomach, I was bent over.
- Fuck, - Maxim shouted, - stand still, do not kick.
And with these words, his crooked member, wriggling like a worm that is looking for a hole in the ground, began to slide in me, penetrating deeper and deeper. It seemed that he would not stop, that he was dimensionless, I opened my mouth in horror, and then he stopped, I froze. I was ashamed for myself, for my husband, for lying to myself and for turning out to be a nit who wants to humiliate himself, hiding behind position and big names. Such people, when they are in power, are reborn, now I understand why an ordinary grocer can become a sadist and a murderer in time for a warrior.
I was scared, terribly scared, my body held down fear and all the muscles refused to obey me, I just lay like a rubber doll on the table, and he had me, and it went on forever. The table was creaking, a yellow, warm sun was breaking through the curtains, I reached out and touched the little beam.
Maxim slipped out of the hole, I felt the sponges trying to close as soon as possible and forget about the stranger, groaning in the groin.
- You are everything? - the second voice was distributed.
“Yes,” he answered calmly, and slapped his hand over the buttock.
- Go talk to this freak, something he is shaking there.
“Okay,” said Maxim dryly.
I heard the zipper of the pants fastened, I couldn’t move, and I didn’t want it, the skirt remained lifted up and now the second one is probably looking at my butt and all that she can. Let the pervert stare.
- Well, what are you Olga Petrovna, debts, debts, and you have a beautiful ass, you did not talk about it, didn’t your husband fuck you with her.
I hiccupped and tried to put my hands on the table.
“Well, where are you in a hurry, I understood and have not yet confirmed the payment of the fine,” with these words, he spread his buttocks with his fingers, “so, so,” he prodded.
He squeezed my buttocks with his fingers, it didn’t hurt, but it was humiliating and embarrassing, then he slapped my lips over my lips, I gasped in surprise.
“Oh, your voice has cut through,” he giggled, and began to massage my buttocks like a dough.
I just tolerated what I could do now, the point of no return was passed, now I just tolerated, I don’t know why, but I have to let it pass through me, and prayed that everything would end sooner.
His fingers were massaging my ass, squeezing my buttocks, then spreading it to the sides, then again, he enjoyed it, did it slowly, where he was in a hurry, where he would see such a slim ass, not from his fat wife, I thought a little easier. My lips chavkali, they then opened, then closed, felt the sperm flow and flow through the leg, it was cold and flowed slowly, lazily.
Finally playing enough, he unbuckled the belt, I just waited, clinging to the table, he entered between the lips easily, at ease, I was even surprised, I was expecting something different. He twitched several times, he stopped, then jumped out of me and with his hands apart the buttocks as wide as possible, jabbed his bull-calf in my anus. I screamed, but immediately shut up. He pressed his member so hard that the table began to move with me, but his member did not want to enter.
“It won't do that,” he said, snorting from the strain.
I didn’t know what to do, but I only wanted one thing to end it all and I’m ready to do anything, but I’d just end it. I stretched as best I could, put my hands on my ass and put my palms on my buttocks and tried to spread them wider.
- That would be so long ago, - he quipped and again pressed the member into the anus.
The table creaked again, I didn’t feel pain, I only felt that something hard was poking and slowly moving the passage. As I could, I tried to relax, the inevitable is still waiting for me, so I decided myself and allowed him to continue.
He pressed again. In childhood, we inflated small balls, if we squeeze them, the air was sticking out next to a new bubble, we pressed these bubbles until the ball burst with a bang, and we clapped our hands with pleasure. He again pressed, the table squeaked, and suddenly he sharply pierced me.
I didn’t shout, I was stronger than this, I was waiting for this, but this instant penetration literally blew me up from the inside, I whined plaintively. He was just waiting for this. Slowly, with each new jerk, he went deeper and deeper, he champed with pleasure, grunted and giggled. His hips rested against me, he entered all, without a trace. I did not feel pain, although it was for this that I was ready, I felt a tremendous discomfort that I was bursting from the inside. I realized that his cock was not big and thin, he was twitching in small fractions, I was afraid that I would fall out of me, I even laughed at him at some point in my heart.
He was twitching like a goat. As a child, when I came to my grandmother in the village, I saw a goat jumping on a goat, and then tugging with its curved backside, the goat stood idle, she didn’t care, she could even chew hay at that time. This comparison was the most appropriate, substituting myself for this goat, I wanted to defiantly chew the cud, to show that I didn’t care for it, that the goat in whatever skin he was would remain a goat.
Surprisingly, he finished quickly, he was convulsed, and I was torn by the joy that he would jump off and say how cool he was.
“Everything,” he breathed heavily, “the fine is finally adopted.”
What the hell he said, he himself believes in his game, moron. He twitched for some time, emerged from me, quickly fastened his pants and left the room. I was glad for everything that happened to me, but physically and morally painfully, but the main thing I knew was my husband, with whom I linked my fate, I didn’t know yet what to do, but I knew who he was and this is perhaps the most important thing .
I got up. The stomach ached and between the legs was still aching. On the back of the chair hung a pink cardigan, took it and dried off, and then hung it back. I looked around, only now I was able to see the office, a large room, very beautiful, many books, among them historical and fantasy, and pictures, again the same violets, but the owner Olga Petrovna loves them very much.
I walked around the office without removing the mask, even got used to it, or just was still afraid to remove it. The voices died down, the door was open, they left, where Alex was interested, and if he knows what happened, for the time being I will keep silent.
She sat down at the table, picked up the folder that she had dropped from the floor, and the cap “LLC. The Edmond Collection Company, I quickly began to look at the attachments. His eyes were running, and his fingers shook finely, Alexey told me many times about his wife that he created several companies, that he had difficulties with taxes and he wrote a part to his wife, that she got into debt and threw him out of several enterprises. its jurisdiction that bought the shares of some enterprises on the side bypassing it. He was angry and foolishly told me, but then I did not understand the meaning of what he was saying, I, as a naive student, listened to him, because the main thing is to be able to listen, I learned it at school. And now I looked at the papers of the collection company and was happy, I had in my hands receipts for receiving money from Olga Petrovna, but what's next. I took out the papers and put blank sheets in their place, there were plenty of them on the table. Only I did it, as quick steps were heard in the corridor, the door swung open and Maxim flew in, I almost cried out in horror. Seeing the folder on the table, he grabbed it and immediately jumped out, did not even say goodbye, that is bastard.
Moments of life, her turns are unpredictable, only half an hour ago I believed in a fairy tale, in a dream, in love and an unbearable desire to come home, but I want to come home, but for some other reason, but I also want to believe in a fairy tale in love , but ... I was very disgusted to think about what happened, but I could not turn away. She got up, a wet puddle remained on the chair, I didn’t want to go anywhere yet, I was afraid, I fixed my skirt and hair, I looked in the reflection of the glass, I look good, even perfectly, I smiled to myself, that's better. There were pads on the couch. She took one, put it on a chair, took off her wet, soiled swimming trunks, threw it in the trash, went to the table and threw back the skirt of the village with her bare booty on the pad. Well, Olga Petrovna, let's talk, I thought, laying out the papers in front of me.
Part 2
I sat in the office and did not know what to do now, I was not at all confused, I was just in a tailspin, I just didn’t know what to do, that's all. It took, perhaps, thirty minutes, a pause was delayed, where Aleksey disappeared, at least looked in, maybe it would be easier for me, but he was not there, but I was still afraid to go out, but I must, I can’t sit there forever.
Somewhere there was a noise, I listened, two voices were heard again, one male, the other belonged to a woman, and the woman was clearly dissatisfied with something, I decided to wait for what their quarrel would end with. It was not long to wait. Today I like a magnet attracted everyone to me or maybe this room attracted, it doesn’t matter, the main thing is that the woman climbed the stairs and scolded Alexei.
- How could you? - she was indignant, - you are just a nothingness, I did everything ... - then she opened the door and stopped abruptly as if she was slapped on the forehead with something.
She blinked, opened her mouth, but could not utter a word. The woman was tall, thin, she probably was under forty, wrinkles at the lips and the edges of her eyes, strangely, but she had wide hips and they stood out terribly, why she wore these pants, I thought.
“Good evening, Olga Petrovna,” I began.
And what was left for me to do was to shuffle with my foot and jump out, saying that there was such a thing and slip away, no, I didn’t want to, I was angry at everyone, at my husband, his colleague, at Alexei, and at the same thing, because it’s not I should have loosened my legs to lie on the table, this is her right.
“Come on,” I began as calmly as possible, seeing that she had not yet recovered, I continued, “let's get acquainted, my name is Marina Nikolaevna, I am a senior employee of the collection company Edmond, and I have been tasked with solving some difficulties in our work.” .
“But,” Olga Petrovna immediately replied, “I told you ...”
- To whom? - and took one piece of paper from a pile of papers, sifted through pencils, all sharply undermined, punctual lady, and began to write on paper - it does not matter to me what you said and to whom.
“But,” she began again.
- Can I finish, you do not mind, - she said nothing, - you sit down or can free up your place for you, - I stood up.
- No, no, sit.
Thank God, I somehow did not want to get up, I felt like sperm was still flowing out of me, and I had a very unpleasant feeling. Olga Petrovna and her husband sat down on the sofa, probably, she was more surprised not only by the fact that an outsider was sitting in her office, with this she would then deal with her husband, but that for her I was just a girl and this girl had a certain right to say that to her.
“Get out of my house,” Olga Petrovna said loudly and imperiously to one.
- Yes, I can leave, and it does not provide me the pleasure of being here, but this is my work.
“And this is my home,” she said, almost screaming.
“I did not break into your house, I was kindly allowed to wait for you, and as far as I understand, Olga Petrovna, this is not your house,” I squinted and looked at her reaction — right?
I remembered Alexei saying that after the emergence of financial problems, she rewrote her share of the apartment to her husband.
“I will continue,” I said calmly, not paying attention to her.
For visibility, I was handwriting on a piece of paper, I had to pause, to be honest, I managed it with difficulty, and I had to gather my thoughts, I didn’t know what I mean, I was better off to be far away from this place, but I wanted at least a little, but revenge.
“My colleagues, they left the house literally before your arrival,” I looked into Alexey’s eyes, he looked at something on the wall, “they consider me an optimist, that I’m not thinking about people better than they really are, but I believe that if a person is given a chance to explain and help make a decision, then a lot can be corrected. “Then I looked at Olga Petrovna in the eyes, she was obviously enraged by the situation, even her face was reddened in her spots. - A criminal case has been filed on Gershin Vadim Ivanovich for abuse of authority in the allocation of land plots.
I was silent, I wanted Olga Petrovna to realize that I was talking, of course I was bluffing at the very beginning, I didn’t know about any criminal case, but I knew in a conversation from Alexey that Gershin was engaged in withdrawing state property for his private companies, as far as I did not know this legally, but surely every official has black spots in his work. I carefully looked at Olga Petrovna on how she responds to my words.
“You are in the case as a witness,” she jerked here.
“We had ...” she began to make excuses.
- I am not an investigator and I am not interested in your relationship, I only give information for reflection, but how you use it is up to you.
I again fell silent and began to sort through receipts from “LLC. Edmond Collection Company, tried to figure out the next step, the main thing she did not interrupt me, it means she already thinks that I can do something differently than she expects, it means she is afraid of something and, in all likelihood, something serious different would have long been thrown out of the house.
- You have a small debt to the bank.
“I wrote and came to the bank and explained everything,” she began again, as a girl, to justify herself to me.
- May I finish, I told you that I am not the investigator, I am responsible for getting the debts, that's all. And so you have the main debt in the amount of 678,000 dollars, a little, but the amount worries the bank and hangs on the balance sheet and you need to do something to return it.
“But,” Olga Petrovna snapped again.
- You used to interrupt all the time? - I pointedly looked at her, she stopped talking, after waiting a moment I continued, - we are not solving your problem now, but solving a bank problem, and I only give way for reflection, but it is very important not for me, but for you, therefore please wait a few minutes and I will finish.
What I could say, everything was spinning in my head, the brain was working to the limit, gathering pieces of information that I had accidentally or indirectly heard from Alexey.
“Also overdue interest in the amount of $ 167,301 and a fine for delay in the amount of $ 48,263 and of that $ 893,564,” I paused, looked at the paper, it was even funny for me how I break a comedy here, and now about the main thing. Probably, you already know Olga Petrovna that, according to your debt, the bank took the case to court, it was accepted for production and tomorrow at nine in the morning I have to come to court with several papers, namely.
I didn’t know at all whether such a lawsuit was going on or not, but I was very pleased to see her turn red with anger, but she sat down, pinning her fifth point and was forced to listen to my nonsense.
- Iset wood processing factory, with a balance of 1,860 hectares of its forest for felling, according to reports, this cost is around 760 million rubles or more than $ 50 million, the factory itself has a separate railway branch and its port berth, the factory itself, according to the latest reports, produces more than three hundred cubes of treated wood per day, in the form of boards, there is also a workshop for the production of plywood and chipboard, but what is interesting is all that is estimated at 160 million rubles, it’s not enough for me to decide, but the prosecutor is information and interested in for whatever reason.
And here I again paused. A nasty feeling, from me still flowed sperm, how much is it there.
- You are Olga Petrovna owning a 27% stake in this factory and tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning I go to the judge with a statement about the arrest of your share.
Here she is not something that would turn purple with anger, her face turned purple, a little more and she would burst, I was even afraid not for her, but the fact that she now jumps and rushes at me, that's when I’m done. Without waiting for this to happen, I continued.
- As I have already said, my job is to help, in solving the small problem of my bank that has arisen, and I hope you make the right decision - her face reddened, then turned pale, but it became somehow green, but why did the scientists decide that only a chameleon able to change the skin color, here it is proof that a person is unique in this area of disguise.
- This week, the factory signs new contracts with Koreans for the supply of wood, I do not know what decision they will make when they know about the arrest of a part of the factory’s share. Tomorrow, - I continued to lay out the facts, I noticed that she reacted to them most of all - at nine in the morning I am at the judge, at about nine thirty the bailiff will receive a decision on arrest, at ten this information will go to the executing director of the factory and he will I have to convene a board of founders, closer to dinner, bank accounts will be temporarily blocked, by one o'clock ... - I wanted to continue, but I didn’t know what to say, I laid out literally everything I knew.
I looked out the window, the sun was not setting yet, it is now about eight o'clock, I have to finish this comedy, which I could have achieved at all, so unless I just annoy her and that's it, it's strange that Alexei is not lying on the floor and is not dying of laughter - apparently he is also puzzled.
- I will leave now, I ask you, make the right decision, receipts in receiving the full amount from me.
She got up, the pad on which I sat stuck, jerking it, I looked at her, a large, greasy stain was adorned in the middle. Ugh, how disgusting, imperceptibly, I turned it over.
- Tell me where you are ...
“There on the ground floor,” Alexey said, jumping to his feet.
“Thank you, not for long.”
With these words and holding a stack of papers in my hands, I slipped into the corridor. Maybe I should just leave now, well pissed, scared, what's next? The bathroom was familiar to me, and in general why she came, because Alexei said that she left and will be only next week.
Between the legs in the groin was all sticky and smelled sperm. With a huge relief for myself, I’ve washed away everything, now I feel better, and I was ready to continue the comedy.
When I entered the office, I saw on the table seven packs of one thousand dollars worth and seven hundred thousand dollars in addition. I was so impatient to turn to her and to prove - well .., no, I didn’t want anything, I just calmly without saying a word went to my place at the table and sat down. Where did they get them, and in general, why then the whole problem with debt.
I took the pack, unpacked it, and slowly began to recalculate, it took me more than fifteen minutes to recount everything, money like the bill. Putting it in piles, I counted 678,000 dollars and took out a receipt for the amount of the principal debt.
- Please sign here and here, - I showed a finger where to put the paintings.
She came up, now she was calm and already had a normal complexion, a signature sweeping, she wants to be the center of attention. I gave one copy of the receipt to her.
- I ask the rest of the amount to be deposited in the bank tomorrow and finally close this question, - she got up, - thank you for taking some time and listening to me, if you do not mind, I will leave.
I looked at the bundles of bills, what should I do with them now, what a stupidity I did.
“I’ll bring the package now,” Alexey showed up and went out.
I was not smart to stay in the same room with this angry woman, she was the biggest me, taller, wider in the shoulders, but the main anger.
Alexey returned quickly, brought several packages, quickly folded everything himself and handed it to me. I checked whether everything was in place, put the same paper there, and without saying a word, I left the office.
As I stayed alive, just a miracle, fluttered out into the street and with a quick, confident step went to a halt. Half an hour later, she was with Julia, changed clothes and ran home with relief. Now it was no longer the house, I was out of habit, I still had nowhere to go, I carried a bag with money in my hand, I didn’t know what to do with them, I probably would have to give them away, but not today, tomorrow or see, they I do not need, they are strangers. Now I was enjoying Maxim’s future revenge, tomorrow the earth would collapse under him, and he would slowly burn from fear for himself, but I don’t care what I did, I decided everything for myself, I can’t live with him, disgusting, disgusting and disgusting.
Revenge, this sweet word and at the same time so humiliating, that it generally gives, only shows your weakness, reveals your morale. Yes, I am weak, and I want revenge, and I absolutely do not feel sorry for him or his friend, let them experience the smallness that I experienced. Let them experience fear.
Part 3. Fear is back.
Strange, but I wanted to come home as soon as possible, brew coffee, I love to drink coffee brewed in a Turk, you pray to him first, the sour smell spreads in all directions, it tickles your nose, your brain matches the smell and pulls out the taste and pleasure which gives the drink itself. You have not tasted the coffee, but you already feel its taste in the mouth, it is spicy, light bitterness with a sour taste, your lips quiver from the hot touch, and then you close your eyes and sniff the aroma.
I ran into the house, quickly climbed to the third floor and opened the door and flew into the room.
- Maxim, - so I call my husband, - are you at home?
“Yes,” came his voice from somewhere in our only room.
- I came.
- Where were you? - he was indignant, rubbing his stomach.
- Olga lingered, there was a problem.
- Do she or you? He asked ironically.
“She's got it,” I said cheerfully, and threw the money bag in the shoe box.
- Have you decided?
- Yeah, you'll be surprised later.
- Did I know her?
- Whom? - I asked playfully.
- Your girlfriend.
“She’s not my friend,” I said, and grabbed the dress from the coat rack and slipped the bathroom.
“We have guests,” he shouted after him.
“Well, I am now,” and turned on the water.
Ten minutes later, pleased and calm, I fluttered out of the bathroom, my hair was wet and disheveled, a smile was shining on my face. I loved this dress, dark blue with white polka dots, short sleeves, white collar and the same white stripe below. It slims me, I seem to be taller, well, straight from the picture.
I burst into the room.
“Hello,” I shouted to a stranger, “Nastya,” I introduced myself and extended my hand.
“Valera,” he answered brightly and gently shook my hand.
- Where is my man? - I asked.
“Somewhere there,” and glanced at the door.
“Nice to meet you,” I said cheerfully, and spinning on the spot quickly fluttered out of the room.
Valery was in the kitchen and conjured something with sandwiches.
“You have a pretty friend,” I whispered in his ear, “so I would eat him.” He who?
- In the place of work.
“Ah,” I said meaningfully.
I moved away from the door, opened the fridge, beer, so the party means, clearly, clearly.
- And what do we celebrate? - I wondered.
- No, it's so simple, for no reason.
I closed the refrigerator, turned to Valerka and quickly understood the hem of the dress, he immediately stopped cutting the cheese. He straightened and carefully looked down. I put a dress on a naked body, shaved, I had never done such a procedure before, it seemed to me that without a pubic gun I would be completely defenseless and anyone could hurt me, it turned out that it did not help. And now I showed him my defenseless pussy. Valery wiped his hands, came up tight to me, and whispered.
“You're a little bitch,” he said to me for the first time.
“Yes,” I agreed with him.
“You're a bitch to punish.”
“Yes,” I confirmed.
He immediately turned me to his back, led me to the table and pressed my hands on my back, I fell on the table. A familiar, very familiar feeling. His hand slid down between his legs, his palm rested on his lips and sharply lifted me up, I stretched out on tiptoe.
“Wait,” I said, with excitement in my voice, “we're not alone.”
“He won't drink yet, he won't leave his bottle.”
Whether it calmed me or not, I didn’t stir and gave Valerka unceremoniously to enter me, he did it quickly and roughly, I screamed. From the first push, he went so far that I could not resist, clung to the table and with him, creaking on the floor, rolled to the door. Valery held my thighs and twitched, trying to push my dick into me as deeply as possible. What an irony, this is exactly what he did to me just a few hours ago, and this scene was repeated one on one. Closing my eyes, for a moment I imagined that I was in that very room, I shuddered with fear and immediately opened my eyes. Valera stood in the doorway and looked at me, I felt ashamed, I don’t even know why, probably because I was still considered to be my beloved wife, and not a floor rag.
Maxim did not notice him, Valera stood in the depths of the corridor, right at the door to the room and watched me. I could only smile at him, it became really funny to look at all this, I even felt some pleasure from all this, closed my eyes and groaned from pleasure. It was a shame that someone else was looking at me, but it was nice. I felt pleasure from the fact that I am bold, relaxed. I got the euphoria from what I had never done before, and now I wanted to do something else unusual, because I still burned all the bridges behind me, and I didn’t care who or what would think about me.
The table squeaked plaintively, and I involuntarily moaned with it, burned into the inside, burned, my toes tensed from the tension, I tried to calm them down, but I could not and then they began to twitch, I sank down on my heels. Maxim, running his hand under the dress, stroked my back, I purred, it was pleasant, gentle, affectionate. He finished. After lying down on the table for another minute, I straightened up, the dress dropped, walked over to her husband, and whispered in her ear.
- He saw us.
- Who? - not understanding me, asked Maxim.
“Your friend,” I said, and squinted.
“Well, okay,” was the answer.
- How? - I was surprised.
“Let him envy,” he said dryly, and continued to chop the cheese.
- You are not jealous? - I was more and more surprised.
- Not.
- Not? - I asked.
- No, why would it.
“Oh, yes,” I said with a shrug, and slipped into the bathroom.
After leaving the bathroom in minutes, Maxima was not in the kitchen, I took a tray of prepared sandwiches, passing by the mirror in the corridor, smiled to myself, it was fun and easy on my heart. The boys sat on the couch and violently, something to discuss.
- Do not interfere? - I asked.
- Well, finally, - having jumped up and helping to put the tray, Valera said, - they have lost.
Valera was a rather nice man, many women like this type, muscles, arms strong, fingers wide, but already had a stomach, which began to fall. But I do not like them, but in other matters, what I care about him.
They sat like barons, and I ran to the kitchen and back, then beer, then bread, then fruit, then they ordered two pizzas, and put it all up, I hardly ate one bite. Having pretty much drunk a beer, they began to laugh out loud, I myself had fun with them, Valera turned out to be a companionable guy, made me a complement at every opportunity, and I took them, once even smacked him on the cheek, and looked askance at Maxim but only shrugged. And I began to like to flirt with Valera, so simply, probably, from boredom, their conversations did not interest me, and I was not going to delve into them.
I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, a minute later Maxim came and started kissing me on the neck, I liked it, he did not quite confidently, I twitched my shoulders, say leave me alone, and waited for him to continue, and he started again pester.
“Well, you have retired again,” Valera began to complain at the door.
I turned my head in his direction, smiled, and so that he would not be offended at us, sent him an air kiss.
“Exciting and a lot promising,” he said.
I laughed, Maxim did not pay attention to us, but continued to smack my neck, I jerked my shoulder and moved away.
“Sit down, I'll pour some tea,” I suggested to Valera.
- I will not give up anything more sexual as well.
“Hee,” I grinned, patted his head and asked quietly, “and why?”
“Anything you offer,” he said, and looked at his feet.
- Everything? - I asked in surprise, and turning to her husband sternly said, - Maxim is glued to me.
- Che? He asked drunkenly.
- Your friend wants to kiss me.
- and? He moaned.
- What does it mean, and? - I asked in surprise and looked into his eyes.
“Let him kiss,” he set his verdict.
- ABOUT! - cried out Valera.
“Well, okay,” I agreed with the decision of my husband.
I went to Valera, and I kissed him on the lips, but he did not.
- What was that? - Valera asked me in surprise.
“Kiss,” I replied as strictly as possible.
- No, it does not seem, it turns out bzhik and all.
“Hee,” I grinned, and looking again at my husband, he silently looked at me.
Still, I was married, no matter what I decided to do there tomorrow, but today I am a married woman and somehow I was so surprised to look at Maxim’s reaction, as if he didn’t care, as if he wasn’t jealous, as if on the contrary provokes . Well, okay, let it be so, I decided, and going up again to Valera clung to his lips. They were dry, hard, like his inner world, I did not feel anything except just a touch. He tried more closely to cling to my lips, and even clasped my waist so that I would not have time to slip away from him unexpectedly, but this gave little sensitivity. The kiss dragged on, even dragged on too long, I put my hands on his chest and slightly pulled away from me.
“Not bad,” Valera said.
- Not bad? - I was surprised and raising my eyebrows looked into his eyes.
- Well, much better than the first, but we must train.
- Maxim save me, - I hugged my husband by the neck and whispered - a little more and he will undress me.
- and? He asked again and looked at me, and then at Valera.
- What does it mean, and? - I asked in a whisper, so that Valera would not hear.
“Let him strip it,” he answered loudly.
I straightened up, if he was joking, if he was truthful, he was telling the truth, beer was so hard on the head that it was all the same now. I poured the coffee, it is already cold, but the aroma is still preserved.
- Well, come on, - Maxim commanded and waved his hand in my direction and pointed at Valera.
I felt ashamed of my husband's trick, he told me that I would take off my dress in front of another man, in front of a man whom I know only a little more than an hour.
- Come on, - Maxim repeated again.
I didn’t even know what to do, didn’t expect such a stupid outcome, stood around the kitchen twirling a cup of coffee in my hand, felt how my face began to blush, quickly turned away from both, it was embarrassing, but music was playing in my heart. Lastly, what keeps me going? I thought and did not find a specific answer. Nothing, there was one answer.
I put the mug on the table, Valera looked at me silently, his eyes sparkled, and her lips became wet. I walked over to him and, squeezing between him and the table, sat on his knees.
- Well, - Maxim muttered affirmatively and nodded his head, - well, further, - he demanded.
As if I were nobody, and he was a spectator, bought a girl and now demands spectacles from her. I stooped and kissed Valera on the lips, now they were softer, but still insensible, frostbitten. His hand lay on my stomach and began to stroke it, I felt how with his other hand he was stroking my ass, Maxim did not see it. The dress was not long, I slightly raised, pulled the dress up to my knees, and then even higher and in a second I sat back on my knees with my bare ass.
My chest ached, Maxim carefully watched what I was doing, Valera didn’t pay attention to my husband at all, he immediately became, stroking my thighs. Her fingers were hard and hard, the skin cracked, she scratched me, but this rudeness was pleasant and exciting. Valera removed his hand from my belly, lifted yours and touched my chest, I even started a little and looked at Maxim, but he looked blankly at what his friend was doing, it looks like he was curious what's next. Valera was not long in coming. Silent consent gave him the right to continue, and now he squeezed his chest a little with his fingers, I straightened up, as if removing my chest from his fingers. He put his hand away, leaned back slightly, ran his hands over my back, quickly unbuttoned a button at my neck and just as quickly unzipped the dress. After a second, his hands pulled the sleeves to the bottom, for another instant and my chest became bare, I held myself in order not to jump up and cover my chest, everything tickled inside me, I even wanted to laugh. His hand lay on my knee, I took it and squeezed it, I probably did it so that I not only agree with his actions, but the fact that I give my consent to them and that I like it.
Maxim continued to remain silent. Valera bent down and kissed his chest, nipple, and bit him, I screamed, slapped Valera on the arm a little, he let go of the nipple and tickled his tongue. The vibration went from inside me, I squeezed his hand a little harder, reached down to his ear and whispered.
- Do you want me to get up? - and without waiting for an answer stood up.
Valera took advantage of this and pulled my dress further down, it slid to my stomach, he pulled lower and stopped at the hips. The dress was put on over my head and it was difficult to take it off. I picked up the fabric of the dress and pulled it down, wagging my hips several times, the dress jumped off of me and flopped onto the floor. Today I shaved, it became terribly awkward, as if I was standing on the square, and everyone was looking and poking my fingers at me, it was hot, like a young slave I stood on the podium with my pubic palm covered.
Maxim kept silence, it looks like he was dragged from what I was doing and what his friend Valera was doing, I did not stop, everything in my stomach was humming and in the groin I was shooting, I was a little ashamed of myself, because the young wife, who loved her husband in the morning now played the role of all accessible women.
The awkwardness dragged on, I took a chair and set it to the table, then knelt on it and turned my back on Valera, he immediately, like a hound, grabbed a dead grip of the caught animal, gripped my buttocks and began to knead them. Now I was ready for this, I already knew before that what would happen after waiting a minute until he enjoyed my ass, and I enjoyed looking Valerka in the eye. They were lustful, they sparkled, his jaw dropped slightly from pleasure, he looked like a crazy dumbbell, he was rubbing his palms with a shallow and breathing often. I waited some more, Valera unbuttoned his pants, they plopped down to the floor, and after that I pulled my hands back, spread my buttocks wider and prepared.
Nothing new happened, his small dick easily entered the anus, I didn’t even sigh, I was ready for it, it was nice, I don’t even know why, I was just in awe, triumph. I betrayed my husband when her husband was, and he was stupid and did not understand with his head what I did, now I had a reason to leave him and leave forever, let him curse not me, but his friend and myself, that he allowed to create it, but for now let him enjoy how my breasts plop on the table and how my ass rises up.
I screamed with pleasure, his scrotum, testicles, splashed about me, it was pleasant, I squirmed in ecstasy on the table, sagged at the waist, and growling like a cat squeezed my nails. He finished just as quickly, waited another second, and the ambassador slipped out of me, his sperm began to drip on my waist. Little chicken, female for fun, female to meet male need, a toy without the right of refusal. I looked to my husband in the eyes, and he was at my sagging breasts, I deliberately raised my shoulders, my chest swayed, it is not big, but when you lean, it sags and becomes soft and tender.
I straightened up, sperm flowed between my buttocks, only now I was truly ashamed, with quick and jerky movements I lifted the dress from the floor and disappeared into the bathroom.
The men were silent, and when I got out they talked about anything, but not about me. For a while I stood in the corridor, listening to the conversation, what now to do, agree with what happened? I went into the room, got my documents out of the locker, I don’t need anything else in this house, he is a stranger to me, I even hate to think that at least something should be taken from him. However, I will not leave my teddy bear here, it has been my toy since childhood, and when I felt good or bad, the bear was always with me. I put a toy in a bag, still wearing the same dark blue dress with white polka dots and a white collar, and without wearing my bottoms, I went out into the corridor, quickly scribbled a few words on the sheet - “forget and everything will be fine with me”, attached to door, took the package brought, and without saying goodbye went out of the house.
Walking along the street was free and easy, it was already getting dark, today I’ll spend the night with Yulka, and tomorrow I’ll get settled, start from the beginning, it’s not so difficult, the main thing is not to turn around on the backside. I think someone who thinks about the past all the time, has already grown old, the past is pulling back, it's like chains, but if you have to keep the beautiful memories, you should forget all the negative and not regret it, it has already passed and it doesn’t matter that you now you think it's not there.
It was easy to walk down the street, I didn’t wear swimming trunks, well, okay, my body was covered only with thin fabric with white polka dots.
I removed the bag, did not want to use it, it was not mine, but was not going to give it, I filed for divorce, Maxim and Valerka opened a criminal case in embezzlement, they tried to prove something, but when there was a confrontation with Olga Petrovna , they understood, they were thrown. What happened to Alexey, I didn’t know exactly, if the toli divorced, the toli remained nibbled by my wife, because now she had all the money. In general, this is such a bit of a sad story, but I do not regret, it is better to get to know a person later than never.