I went on a business trip for two weeks. Well, when he left, he left for his wife. I actually rented a hotel room across the street from our house. Our balcony and kitchen are perfectly visible from the window. But that wasn’t the main point. The main thing is the cameras that I installed a month before the “departure”. They are miniature, with transmitters, in every room, in the bathroom and even in the hallway. The power supply is autonomous, the picture is written to a remote server. I’ve set everything up so that I can watch live TV from my laptop.
My wife, Lena, walked me to a taxi, kissed me on the cheek and waved her hand. So caring. So gentle. I even felt a pang of conscience for a second. But only for a second.
The taxi pulled away, I drove to the hotel, checked in, ordered a beer and spread out my laptop. The first two days were boring. Lena cooked, watched TV shows, and chatted on the phone with her mom. On the third day, she started packing. She turned around in front of the mirror for a long time, put on the same black underwear that I gave her for her anniversary, but which she never wore in front of me. She said then: “It doesn’t fit, it’s pressing.” And here, it turns out, the village is great.
I took a sip of beer and leaned back in my chair.
The doorbell rang. Lena let the guest in. He turned out to be my best friend, Serega. Who I’ve been sharing a desk with since first grade. With whom we smoked behind the garages, and then he was a witness at our wedding.
He came in, kicked off his sneakers, and slapped Lena’s ass possessively. She giggled and ran off to the kitchen to put the kettle on, as it turned out later, for show.
Sergei sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV. Lena brought him a beer and sat next to him. We were talking about some nonsense. I looked at her face, and it was relaxed and contented. I haven’t seen such an expression on her face for a long time. With me, she’s always tired and unhappy with everything.
Half an hour later, Serega put his hand on her knee. Lena didn’t take it away. On the contrary, she turned to him and threw her legs over his lap. He reached under her blouse. She laughed and snuggled up. Then they started kissing. Greedy as savages. Lena pulled off his T-shirt and ran her nails down his back. Serega lifted her skirt and put his hand in her panties.
They moved into the bedroom. The camera above the bed gave a great angle.
Serega undressed her, spread her out on the bed and began to kiss her breasts, stomach, lower. Lena moaned, squirmed, and ran her fingers through his hair. Then he turned her over on her stomach, wrapped her hair around his fist, and entered from behind. Abruptly, at once to the full length. Lena screamed and clutched at the sheet. He moved fast, hard, slapping her buttocks. Lena was waving, moaning into her pillow, begging for more.
Then she got off the bed and stood on the sexrasskaz.com I knelt down and took it in his mouth. Diligently, with pleasure. Swallowed. Then she lay down again, and he came on her stomach. She smeared it on her skin and laughed.
They were lying, hugging, talking. I turned on the sound.
“Why don’t you stay until morning?” “What is it?” she asked.
โ And if the neighbors see it? He replied, stroking her thigh.
โTo hell with them.
He stayed.
I closed my laptop, finished my beer, and went to the window. Our balcony was glowing. I stood and looked at those windows and thought about what I would do tomorrow. Or maybe not tomorrow. I have eleven more days of “business trip”.