Your mother's diary. Erotic stories - стр. 3
The next morning Vera walked into her husband’s office completely naked. The first ones stunned were the security guards. The office was big, five stories. She walked through each floor. There were cameras everywhere. Her husband was already at work, and she knew
The office was big, five stories. She walked through each floor. There were cameras everywhere. Her husband was already at work, and she knew he was watching it all.
– "Vadik, what is this?" his partner asked. "No, I’m pleased as a man."
By that time, Vera was already walking past her husband’s office. She entered and slapped him.
– "Bastard! Now everyone has seen me! Are you happy?"
He lowered his eyes and remained silent.
The boy was acquitted. Her testimony helped. Mal’tsev was sitting in the interrogation room, filing a new case number 21. The door opened, and Vera entered.
– "So, how are you? Sit down. Tea, coffee?" Mal’tsev offered.
– "Petya, let’s pretend you’re closing the file with a serious look, writing 'case number 21,' and then we’ll go have coffee in a café?"
– "Alright, but I’m at work. I’ll tell the bosses something. Let’s meet downstairs."
They walked to a café across the street. They settled by the window and ordered coffee.
– "How are things going? I get aroused every day."
– "With that boy?"
– "Yes and no."
– "What do you mean? Spill it…"
– "Oh, Petya, I’ll only tell you, you’re a friend. There’s no one else to tell. He won the case and came to my husband, saying, 'I want a promotion and your wife in my office at my every request.'"
– "Wow!" Mal’tsev got excited at these words.
– "When I heard that, I got immediately aroused. We don’t live together with Vadik, but he doesn’t know that…"
– "And what did Vadik do?" Mal’tsev interrupted. "Did he stay silent as always?" Vera nodded.
– "So what happened next?"
– "I walk into his office completely naked at his every request, in just high heels. I lie on the table, and he touches me, licks me. He loves doing that, and I do too. Then he says, 'That's it, you can go.' I leave, and I get insanely aroused, it drives me crazy. As soon as I hear, 'Come to my office,' I'm already turned on, and it gets even better. You should hear me climax."
– "With your body, it's… strange vagaries of orgasm."
– "Would you like to name the case like that?"
– "I don't know, Petya, you decide."
Just for fun, Peter returned to the interrogation room, took the file, and wrote "The Vagaries of Orgasm. Case No. 21."
Coffee on the lips
She stood in the elevator with her husband, shifting from foot to foot. A light summer dress, beautiful hips—no, rather an outright luxury! High heels, though she didn't really need them—such luxury didn't require support. She must have left her bra at home or at someone else's place when she got dressed in the morning and headed home—my imagination was running wild! Her tousled hair was in the most perfect order. My favorite chestnut hair, large eyes, thin lips, and perfectly shaped face. Perfection could be described endlessly. I liked her a lot.
Too bad she wasn't alone. The man, probably her husband or the one whose place she left her bra at, clearly expressed ownership of this woman. His whole demeanor, his gaze, said, "This woman is mine! Don't even think about it! Mine!"