Spring in Moscow part three: Thursday
After the unexpectedly wild Wednesday evening, I woke up feeling like a king! It was early, only 7 AM and I definitely needed a shower, because the smell of two girls was still all over me. After I shaved and washed, I inspected the apartment for any traces of my visitors, because I didn't want my wife to find out, of course. At eight, I was ready and had a coffee before going to the office again.
This time, I naturally looked at all the beauty I saw on my way to the office, but after last evening's experience, my reaction was different. My horniness was less desperate and I didn't feel that irresistable urge to get laid.
I was happy about it, because, in spite of my adventure, cheating on my wife is certainly not something I like to do per se. The experience with Nastya and Lena had been unexpected and actually totally bizarre. And, in fact, it was Nastya who had more or less taken the initiative, I thought. Not an excuse for cheating, of course, but it was not like I had been chasing girls just to get laid. And therefore, I decided, I should consider myself lucky having fucked two beautiful girls on the night before, but not go for any more adventures. Today, I would go to the office, then back home and read a book or watch a movie. No more escapades for me!
At the office, I paid attention to work instead of the female colleagues and on my way home, I got mineral water instead of a sixpack of beers. I put on a laundry and I cooked instead of shoving a pizza into the oven and washed the dishes after dinner. Probably the only bad thing I was gonna do today was downloading a movie. I called my wife, spoke to the k**s, and then made the bed properly with clean bed sheets, instead of just putting a blanket on it. I hung the laundry and saw that utorrent was on 95% with downloading. I poured myself a cup of tea and took some g****s with it. I was ready to watch the movie and have an early night in.
The door bell rang, which I found strange, because I was not expecting visitors. It was Tanya, the neighbour. She asked if the apartment was having any leakage from above. I checked. It was not the case. Tanya asked me to come and have a look in her apartment.
In Tanya's apartment, a true disaster was taking place. Water poured down along almost every wall. The floors were wet and lights were flickering. I told her to better get the most essential belongings and leave the apartment. Water and electricity is, after all, a bad combination. Tanya was in panic, though.
"What belongings!?"
-"Purse, wallet, documents, keys." She found them and I put them in the hallway of my apartment.
"What do I need to do? It is a disaster?"
-"Go upstairs, ring the doors there and notify them. I will watch your things." My wife called to wish me good night. I told her about the disaster taking place at Tanya's. She told me to help Tanya which ever way I could.
Tanya got back, with the neighbour from upstairs. The poor old woman was shocked at the damage caused by a broken pipe in her apartment. Jointly, they called the plumbing service and the electrician. It took a while for them to arrive and I offered the ladies tea in the meantime. They drank their tea and both contacted relatives and insurance agents to discuss the situation.
By midnight, a plumber was busy finding the cause of the leakage and an electrician was assessing the situation at Tanya's. The first thing he did was pull the main electricity switch and he went in with a flashlight. The situation was not good. Due to the old construction, water had reached the electric wires in the walls. He pointed at one lamp on the ceiling, it had drops falling off. "This needs to dry first," he told, "and before it is all dry, it is not save to switch off any electricity." Tanya asked if she needed to move out of her apartment. "No," said the electrician, "of course not! I am sure you will be fine with some candles and don't mind the fact that your matress is completely soaked... Right?" Tanya looked at him in horror. " Yes," he confirmed, just to be sure, "you need to move out. It's not safe to stay, and unhealthy, too."
-"But where do I go to?"
"family, friends, I dont know." He smiled at Tanya and added: "I wouldn't mind taking you home with me, actually. But I am not sure if the wife would appreciate it."
-"Not funny."
"Apologies."
-"My sister is out of town. My daughter is on holidays. My parents live in another city. What do I do?"
"A hotel?" suggested the electrician, looked at me and then said: "Or maybe your neighbours have a spare bed for you. You know what they say about good neighbours, right?"
-"Is it safe to get some stuff out of the apartment?"
The electrician shook his had. "Not now. It is dark and it's still very wet in there. Tomorrow. In daytime. The water will be gone and you will be able to find your way. Wouldn't do it now. I will be back tomorrow at ten. We'll have a look at the situation again." On that note, he wished Tanya good luck and left. The same minute, the plumber came by to say that the leak was fixed for now. Tanya was in tears. I put my arm on her shoulder to comfort her. She cried as we hugged. Then I took her in.
My wife and Tanya called and then my wife spoke to me. She told me that Tanya would sleep in our bed and I would have to sleep in one of the k**'s beds. It seemed like a good idea.
Tanya was a divorced mother of a daughter of 25, who had left to live with her boyfriend not a long time ago. She was 50. I knew, because a few weeks ago, she had celebrated her birthday. For her age, she looked quite good. Her face was remarkably young and she had big brown eyes. She was not skinny, but she had a nice, slightly voluptuous shape. Many women of 50 don't have a shape at all, but Tanya had one for sure. When she wore sweatpants, like tonight, she had quite an attractive butt.
The most distinctive feature of Tanya, however, was her bossom. She had large breasts. When she dressed for work, she tried to conceal the size a bit by wearing dessined blouses. At home, as I had noticed over the years, she preferred to not wear a bra. On several occaisions I had seen her tits dangling in a robe or shirt, often with her nipples sticking out through the fabric. And, what I found very remarkable, clearly her tits were doing fine without bra support. And they were natural. Tonight she was clearly not wearing a bra and her breasts were covered by a plain grey t-shirt. It was dark from sweat on her back and under her armpits. She asked if she could take a shower. Of course.
I made the bed for Tanya and one in the other room for myself. After a few minutes, Tanya came out of the bathroom, wearing the long white bathrobe of my wife. Now it was my time to take a shower. Tanya had hung her clothes on the radiator, she had washed them: her t-shirt, her sweatpants and a pair of white lace panties. She is naked under that robe, I thought and felt a swift adrenaline rush. I showered and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I saw that Tanya was already in bed and proceeded to the bedroom where I would sleep. However, Tanya called my name. "Can you please come here?" Adrenaline again.
Tanya lay in the bed, bathrobe still on.
"Do you have something to drink?"
-"Water? Tea? Beer? Wine? Juice? Whatever you want."
"A wine please."
-"OK, I will open a bottle of dry red."
"Only if you join me, don't open it up just for me."
-"Fine. I will join you."
As I came back with a bottle and two glasses, Tanya was sitting in the bed. She had pulled up some pillows behind her back. The bathrobe had trouble containing Tanya's breasts and as she reached for her glass, one boob almost fell out. She noticed it and put the robe back. She gave an apologetic smile, which I knew was her way of making sure that I had seen it.
"Sorry."
-"What? Oh, no problem."
"Sit down next to me, please. The bed is big enough."
I sat down next to her, but remained on, instead of under the bed sheets. We sipped in silence. Her glass was empty soon and she poured herself another one.
"You know...," she said, suddenly, looking at me with her big brown eyes, "I thought that you were the kind of ideal husband..."
-"Oh... thanks."
"Don't thank me, because I now know that you are not." Oh my, I thought, she knows about last night. I didn't know what to say and felt my face turn red. Tanya spoke on, quietly and calmly.
"I know you were not watching porn. I have seen those girls leaving the apartment. They were nice looking. A bit young for you, though... I assume that nobody is supposed to know about your little adventure last night?"
-"Nobody is supposed to know..." I was hoarse.
"But I know..."
-"Are you going to tell?"
"Depends."
-"On what?"
"On what happens next."
-"Are you planning on blackmailing me?"
Tanya sighed, as if she had thought of it, but now dismissed the idea.
"No, I won't tell anybody."
-"...But..."
"Why but?"
-"There always is one." Another sigh.
"You know... It just kind of pisses me off. My husband left me and here I am. Living alone. My husband has a new girlfriend, my daughter has a boyfriend, I can hear you and your wife when you have sex... I can't really blame you for having fun with these girls last night, but then I think: if he's cheating on his wife with these little sluts, then..."
She paused.
"So... in fact it crossed my mind to keep silent in return for..."
-"In return for me having sex with you?"
"Pfff... Yeah, it crossed my mind. But let's forget it. Wouldn't work anyway..."
-"What wouldn't work?"
"Well, I guess you wouldn't be able to get it up for me."
-"Why not?"
"Would you? Be able to...?"
-"Not a problem, I think."
"Okay. So, hypothetically spoken, if I had decided to blackmail you, you would have given in to my demands?"
-"Most certainly, Tanya!" I smiled, trying to take the edge off the conversation. She smiled and moved her hand through her hairs.
"Thank you. That is good to know." Another smile. "Maybe I should blackmail you after all..."
-"If you think that is necessary."
"Is it necessary?"
I brought my face close to hers. She closed her eyes in anticipation and parted her lips slightly, ready to receive a kiss and obviously want to receive one. I gave her a kiss on the lips, and another one, using a bit of tongue. It was enough to get Tanya started. She took over, and stuck her tongue in my mouth, kissing me wildly and longingly. Tanya definitely had been missing some kisses lately.
While kissing, she pulled my shirt up and then started probing my shorts. She moved in her hand and started jerking me. I moved my hand inside the robe and started sqeezing one of her nipples. It was big. I got up and took off my shirt and shorts. Tanya undid the knot of the robe and opened it fully. Then, she laid back in anticipation. I grabbed her breasts and massaged them, sucking one nipple and then the other. Her hips were moving against mine and my dickhead moved against her pubic hair, sometimes making contact with her outer labia, swollen and wet and begging. She didn't take my teasing for long, grabbed my shaft and stuck my dick in her pussy. "Fuck me," she panted.
At a steady pace I was pounding Tanya, who was moaning loudly. As the pitch of her moans got higher, I felt her orgasm get closer. I pounded harder, quicker and deeper and then her moans turned into a scream. Things got wet. As I looked down at my dick going in and out of her pussy, it squirted like a geyser, unbelievable. I removed the pillows under her head, pulled her hips up and continued fucking her. Her juices now landed on her belly, her tits, even her face. I continued until she almost begged me to stop. She had aftershocks for a minute and kissed me.
The robe was wet, and the bedsheets weren't completely dry either. Tanya also looked at the damage. "Sorry," she said, "we probably should have done it in the bath..." She inspected the matress. "Not too bad. The robe and sheets have stopped most of... you know what..." Then she giggled, hugged me, kissed me. "You have made me so happy! I haven't had sex like this in years!" Then she got up asked me where she could find new bedsheets and put them on the bed. Then, we finished our wine and had a smoke in the kitchen. We chatted, we kissed, we touched.
It was 2 am and I proposed that we both would go to sleep. "No..." Tanya grinned. "I want it one more time." She squatted and began giving me head and soon my dick was rock hard again. She got up, I noticed a few drops on the kitchen floor tile below her. She was again dripping wet. She took my hand. "Let's go to the bathroom."
I sat down in the bath, and as Tanya got in and still had one foot on the side of the bath, I buried my face between her legs and started licking her fleshy labia and swollen clit. She loved it, telling me she hadn't had been licked in ages. Soon she reached an orgasm, and then prolonged it by fingering herself, resulting in another shower of her pussy juice. Than she rode me like a cowgirl untill I shot my sperm deep into her cunt. We showered together afterwards and then both fell into a deep and happy sleep.
This time, I naturally looked at all the beauty I saw on my way to the office, but after last evening's experience, my reaction was different. My horniness was less desperate and I didn't feel that irresistable urge to get laid.
I was happy about it, because, in spite of my adventure, cheating on my wife is certainly not something I like to do per se. The experience with Nastya and Lena had been unexpected and actually totally bizarre. And, in fact, it was Nastya who had more or less taken the initiative, I thought. Not an excuse for cheating, of course, but it was not like I had been chasing girls just to get laid. And therefore, I decided, I should consider myself lucky having fucked two beautiful girls on the night before, but not go for any more adventures. Today, I would go to the office, then back home and read a book or watch a movie. No more escapades for me!
At the office, I paid attention to work instead of the female colleagues and on my way home, I got mineral water instead of a sixpack of beers. I put on a laundry and I cooked instead of shoving a pizza into the oven and washed the dishes after dinner. Probably the only bad thing I was gonna do today was downloading a movie. I called my wife, spoke to the k**s, and then made the bed properly with clean bed sheets, instead of just putting a blanket on it. I hung the laundry and saw that utorrent was on 95% with downloading. I poured myself a cup of tea and took some g****s with it. I was ready to watch the movie and have an early night in.
The door bell rang, which I found strange, because I was not expecting visitors. It was Tanya, the neighbour. She asked if the apartment was having any leakage from above. I checked. It was not the case. Tanya asked me to come and have a look in her apartment.
In Tanya's apartment, a true disaster was taking place. Water poured down along almost every wall. The floors were wet and lights were flickering. I told her to better get the most essential belongings and leave the apartment. Water and electricity is, after all, a bad combination. Tanya was in panic, though.
"What belongings!?"
-"Purse, wallet, documents, keys." She found them and I put them in the hallway of my apartment.
"What do I need to do? It is a disaster?"
-"Go upstairs, ring the doors there and notify them. I will watch your things." My wife called to wish me good night. I told her about the disaster taking place at Tanya's. She told me to help Tanya which ever way I could.
Tanya got back, with the neighbour from upstairs. The poor old woman was shocked at the damage caused by a broken pipe in her apartment. Jointly, they called the plumbing service and the electrician. It took a while for them to arrive and I offered the ladies tea in the meantime. They drank their tea and both contacted relatives and insurance agents to discuss the situation.
By midnight, a plumber was busy finding the cause of the leakage and an electrician was assessing the situation at Tanya's. The first thing he did was pull the main electricity switch and he went in with a flashlight. The situation was not good. Due to the old construction, water had reached the electric wires in the walls. He pointed at one lamp on the ceiling, it had drops falling off. "This needs to dry first," he told, "and before it is all dry, it is not save to switch off any electricity." Tanya asked if she needed to move out of her apartment. "No," said the electrician, "of course not! I am sure you will be fine with some candles and don't mind the fact that your matress is completely soaked... Right?" Tanya looked at him in horror. " Yes," he confirmed, just to be sure, "you need to move out. It's not safe to stay, and unhealthy, too."
-"But where do I go to?"
"family, friends, I dont know." He smiled at Tanya and added: "I wouldn't mind taking you home with me, actually. But I am not sure if the wife would appreciate it."
-"Not funny."
"Apologies."
-"My sister is out of town. My daughter is on holidays. My parents live in another city. What do I do?"
"A hotel?" suggested the electrician, looked at me and then said: "Or maybe your neighbours have a spare bed for you. You know what they say about good neighbours, right?"
-"Is it safe to get some stuff out of the apartment?"
The electrician shook his had. "Not now. It is dark and it's still very wet in there. Tomorrow. In daytime. The water will be gone and you will be able to find your way. Wouldn't do it now. I will be back tomorrow at ten. We'll have a look at the situation again." On that note, he wished Tanya good luck and left. The same minute, the plumber came by to say that the leak was fixed for now. Tanya was in tears. I put my arm on her shoulder to comfort her. She cried as we hugged. Then I took her in.
My wife and Tanya called and then my wife spoke to me. She told me that Tanya would sleep in our bed and I would have to sleep in one of the k**'s beds. It seemed like a good idea.
Tanya was a divorced mother of a daughter of 25, who had left to live with her boyfriend not a long time ago. She was 50. I knew, because a few weeks ago, she had celebrated her birthday. For her age, she looked quite good. Her face was remarkably young and she had big brown eyes. She was not skinny, but she had a nice, slightly voluptuous shape. Many women of 50 don't have a shape at all, but Tanya had one for sure. When she wore sweatpants, like tonight, she had quite an attractive butt.
The most distinctive feature of Tanya, however, was her bossom. She had large breasts. When she dressed for work, she tried to conceal the size a bit by wearing dessined blouses. At home, as I had noticed over the years, she preferred to not wear a bra. On several occaisions I had seen her tits dangling in a robe or shirt, often with her nipples sticking out through the fabric. And, what I found very remarkable, clearly her tits were doing fine without bra support. And they were natural. Tonight she was clearly not wearing a bra and her breasts were covered by a plain grey t-shirt. It was dark from sweat on her back and under her armpits. She asked if she could take a shower. Of course.
I made the bed for Tanya and one in the other room for myself. After a few minutes, Tanya came out of the bathroom, wearing the long white bathrobe of my wife. Now it was my time to take a shower. Tanya had hung her clothes on the radiator, she had washed them: her t-shirt, her sweatpants and a pair of white lace panties. She is naked under that robe, I thought and felt a swift adrenaline rush. I showered and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I saw that Tanya was already in bed and proceeded to the bedroom where I would sleep. However, Tanya called my name. "Can you please come here?" Adrenaline again.
Tanya lay in the bed, bathrobe still on.
"Do you have something to drink?"
-"Water? Tea? Beer? Wine? Juice? Whatever you want."
"A wine please."
-"OK, I will open a bottle of dry red."
"Only if you join me, don't open it up just for me."
-"Fine. I will join you."
As I came back with a bottle and two glasses, Tanya was sitting in the bed. She had pulled up some pillows behind her back. The bathrobe had trouble containing Tanya's breasts and as she reached for her glass, one boob almost fell out. She noticed it and put the robe back. She gave an apologetic smile, which I knew was her way of making sure that I had seen it.
"Sorry."
-"What? Oh, no problem."
"Sit down next to me, please. The bed is big enough."
I sat down next to her, but remained on, instead of under the bed sheets. We sipped in silence. Her glass was empty soon and she poured herself another one.
"You know...," she said, suddenly, looking at me with her big brown eyes, "I thought that you were the kind of ideal husband..."
-"Oh... thanks."
"Don't thank me, because I now know that you are not." Oh my, I thought, she knows about last night. I didn't know what to say and felt my face turn red. Tanya spoke on, quietly and calmly.
"I know you were not watching porn. I have seen those girls leaving the apartment. They were nice looking. A bit young for you, though... I assume that nobody is supposed to know about your little adventure last night?"
-"Nobody is supposed to know..." I was hoarse.
"But I know..."
-"Are you going to tell?"
"Depends."
-"On what?"
"On what happens next."
-"Are you planning on blackmailing me?"
Tanya sighed, as if she had thought of it, but now dismissed the idea.
"No, I won't tell anybody."
-"...But..."
"Why but?"
-"There always is one." Another sigh.
"You know... It just kind of pisses me off. My husband left me and here I am. Living alone. My husband has a new girlfriend, my daughter has a boyfriend, I can hear you and your wife when you have sex... I can't really blame you for having fun with these girls last night, but then I think: if he's cheating on his wife with these little sluts, then..."
She paused.
"So... in fact it crossed my mind to keep silent in return for..."
-"In return for me having sex with you?"
"Pfff... Yeah, it crossed my mind. But let's forget it. Wouldn't work anyway..."
-"What wouldn't work?"
"Well, I guess you wouldn't be able to get it up for me."
-"Why not?"
"Would you? Be able to...?"
-"Not a problem, I think."
"Okay. So, hypothetically spoken, if I had decided to blackmail you, you would have given in to my demands?"
-"Most certainly, Tanya!" I smiled, trying to take the edge off the conversation. She smiled and moved her hand through her hairs.
"Thank you. That is good to know." Another smile. "Maybe I should blackmail you after all..."
-"If you think that is necessary."
"Is it necessary?"
I brought my face close to hers. She closed her eyes in anticipation and parted her lips slightly, ready to receive a kiss and obviously want to receive one. I gave her a kiss on the lips, and another one, using a bit of tongue. It was enough to get Tanya started. She took over, and stuck her tongue in my mouth, kissing me wildly and longingly. Tanya definitely had been missing some kisses lately.
While kissing, she pulled my shirt up and then started probing my shorts. She moved in her hand and started jerking me. I moved my hand inside the robe and started sqeezing one of her nipples. It was big. I got up and took off my shirt and shorts. Tanya undid the knot of the robe and opened it fully. Then, she laid back in anticipation. I grabbed her breasts and massaged them, sucking one nipple and then the other. Her hips were moving against mine and my dickhead moved against her pubic hair, sometimes making contact with her outer labia, swollen and wet and begging. She didn't take my teasing for long, grabbed my shaft and stuck my dick in her pussy. "Fuck me," she panted.
At a steady pace I was pounding Tanya, who was moaning loudly. As the pitch of her moans got higher, I felt her orgasm get closer. I pounded harder, quicker and deeper and then her moans turned into a scream. Things got wet. As I looked down at my dick going in and out of her pussy, it squirted like a geyser, unbelievable. I removed the pillows under her head, pulled her hips up and continued fucking her. Her juices now landed on her belly, her tits, even her face. I continued until she almost begged me to stop. She had aftershocks for a minute and kissed me.
The robe was wet, and the bedsheets weren't completely dry either. Tanya also looked at the damage. "Sorry," she said, "we probably should have done it in the bath..." She inspected the matress. "Not too bad. The robe and sheets have stopped most of... you know what..." Then she giggled, hugged me, kissed me. "You have made me so happy! I haven't had sex like this in years!" Then she got up asked me where she could find new bedsheets and put them on the bed. Then, we finished our wine and had a smoke in the kitchen. We chatted, we kissed, we touched.
It was 2 am and I proposed that we both would go to sleep. "No..." Tanya grinned. "I want it one more time." She squatted and began giving me head and soon my dick was rock hard again. She got up, I noticed a few drops on the kitchen floor tile below her. She was again dripping wet. She took my hand. "Let's go to the bathroom."
I sat down in the bath, and as Tanya got in and still had one foot on the side of the bath, I buried my face between her legs and started licking her fleshy labia and swollen clit. She loved it, telling me she hadn't had been licked in ages. Soon she reached an orgasm, and then prolonged it by fingering herself, resulting in another shower of her pussy juice. Than she rode me like a cowgirl untill I shot my sperm deep into her cunt. We showered together afterwards and then both fell into a deep and happy sleep.
9 years ago