Night call. The erotic novel of infidelity

She took it as a compliment and added:

– Oh, what are you saying, I can do other things, for example…– and before she could finish speaking, she had a strong orgasm, which made her thighs wet, and something got on the man’s balls.

– Are you finished?

– Yes, otherwise, damn, it’s not noticeable.

– Swear, now I'm going to cum in your anus. I'll wet the head with your moisture.

He took his palms, collected what flowed out of her slit, lubricated his penis and her anus in the sphincter area. It seemed to him that the entrance to the anus was now more tender for him than to the vagina.

– Cum inside me, spill your sperm, I want to go home with your sperm in my ass and kiss my husband.

– It will drain.

– I'll squeeze, my ass is trained. I was a virgin when my husband got me, but three years before that I fucked in the ass and sucked, – she said, as if she was giving a report to an audience, without gasping for breath, and very calmly, except that the tone of the conversation changed in time with the time, as she rocked back and forth a little from the thrusts of a man whose name she didn't even want to know.

She felt warmth, she felt.

– Squeeze harder, there’s a lot of sperm there, you’ll spill it, otherwise you won’t be able to deliver it,– the man said and fell silent.

By the time she straightened up and looked around, his small silhouette was already disappearing around the corner of the building.

She took a handkerchief out of her bag, wiped her forehead and put the handkerchief back. After that, she lifted the hem of her skirt, looked at her crotch as best she could, and, pulling the hem back down, walked towards the road.

Diana's thoughts were about the cake she had eaten yesterday with her husband, and now she was remembering its taste. She was walking along a road where a large number of cars were driving at high speed, and one of them, which had stopped at a bus stop, began to flash its turn signals.

She reached it, opened the door, a guy appeared and offered to give her a ride, and she agreed.

– You have a nice ass.

– Oh, and only the ass.

– I only saw her longer when I was driving by, then you were left behind. Now I see that my breasts are visible too.

The guy was wearing only briefs, to which she looked at him in surprise and asked

–It’s probably hot too.

– I'm coming from far away, so what, I don't break the rules. Which street are you going to?

–To Kuznetskaya.

–Where is the new high-rise building in the shape of the letter "P"?

– Yes, house 31,– said Diana, although she lived in house 46.

The car pulled up to house number 31.

– Well, here we go.

– I don't feel well, so I decided to go for a walk today. Would you like to walk me to the landing?

– Okay, I'll put on my pants now.

They went out and walked towards the entrance, and she started "looking" for the keys. The guy said that the door was already open.

– They probably opened the doors because of the heat, putting up bricks to air out the entrance,– he said and invited them to come in.

They entered the elevator, and Diana, having entered, stood with her backside to the buttons, and when the cabin started moving, she kept trying to press them so that it would stop, but it did not stop, and so they reached the twelfth floor.

– Thank you.

– You're welcome.

– But I would like to thank you for your kindness in taking the time to take the poor girl home, and I went down to the landing below, between the twelfth and thirteenth floors, and squatted down.

Her crotch, like a mound, was clearly visible even from afar through her thin shorts. She spread her knees and began to look at the sky through the window.

The guy came up to her, pulled out his dick and started masturbating in front of her face. She brought her lips closer, licking her tongue, and started swallowing it deeper and deeper.

– I'm going to finish now, I haven't had a girlfriend for a long time.

– Let's do it in the pussy instead.

He bent her over quickly, pulling down her barely-there shorts, which were quite tight.

He thrust it straight into her vagina and, before he had time to do five frictions , he filled her with sperm. Diana, feeling this, quickly clamped her labia so that they wouldn't leak out.

– I’ll take it home,– she said, and added, – Goodbye,– running her hands over his balls and sticky shaft, and then licking her fingers with her lips.

The guy came down, and she, after waiting a little more time, went down in the elevator, squeezing her crotch tightly so that not a drop would leak out.

She got home quite quickly, through the courtyards. Entering the apartment, she took off all her clothes, threw them in the hallway and lay down on her stomach on the bed. That's how she fell asleep. Drops of sperm from the anus and vagina began to flow out in small drops, and later, when she fell asleep, they made a large stain on the snow-white sheet that she had laid out in the morning before leaving.

Ian returned closer to ten in the evening and, having found Diana's things on the floor in the hallway, went to check in the rooms, where she was. Seeing her, spread out on her stomach in the bedroom, he returned to the kitchen, made coffee, despite the evening, and began to check the messages. Are there any new messages. He wanted to write again to Nadya, who is now at a birthday party, according to her, and that, although he promised her, he changed his mind and, having a snack of sandwiches, went to the bedroom. Tomorrow was a day off, and he, having undressed, really wanted his wife in all the cracks.

He lay down next to her and began to examine her from all sides in the already dim lighting of the bedroom. He saw a stain on the sheet near her crotch and decided to sniff it, and it was not her moisture.

The rage he felt was beyond words, and he said nothing, he didn't even want to wake his wife.

– She’s already started bringing fuckers home, bitch!– he thought and, getting dressed quickly, left the apartment.

Diana felt it all, and his furious look from the flowing from her crotch, and how he left, she did not sleep. She only wanted to find her silicone penis, and, having found it on the floor, she stood up and, having moved it further from the bed, began to sit on it, and there was no need for lubrication, the sperm that was still there a little helped her warm up and begin to flow, flow, like the crown of a tree in the spring, from which the juice seeps through a cut trunk across. Her vagina resembled this shape of the slit.

She felt good, ashamed and hurt, and all together it made up a cocktail of feelings that she felt through the perineum with the tips of the neurons in her brain.

Having already dialed Nadya’s number, he made sure that she would soon be going home, and if it wasn’t too much trouble, he could give her a ride home.