A call to my cell phone found me in the kitchen, for absorption of ice cream.
– Tanyush, I will have to leave today. Urgent business trip. If you want with me?
If he hoped that I would refuse, then he was very mistaken.
– Of course, beloved!
Andrey grunted.
– I was joking. I’m going to the city n. If today everything goes well, tomorrow I will be at home.
– When you go?
– Immediately after lunch. I will jump home, and you, dear, gather me my bag on the road. No need to see off, a service car will come after me.
– Why don’t you want to take me with you?
– Come on, tan, stop! Tomorrow morning I will be in your arms, you will not have time to get bored.
That’s always like that! After all, he himself suggested, but now – in the bushes. Joked …But it would be so great to make diversity into our lives and make a joint journey. Let it not be for baguams, but only to the neighboring town.
– Listen, Andryush, and I’ll go with you! Let me be your secretary. No? Well, okay, …Well then, then: you will arrange me in a hotel, I will sit there quietly, like a mouse, and wait until you finish your stupid affairs.
– Tanya, do not talk stupid things!
-No, no, you just imagine-you come, all so tired, dumbfounded by business, go into the room-and then you are already set the table, and the bed is ready. And most importantly, figure out, in bed I am lying, in an erotic outfit …ready to fulfill any of your whim …
– All this, of course, is great, but …- Andrey interrupted me.
– You don’t want to, then? Oh well.. Listen, maybe you are not going there alone? Maybe you are already going with the secretary? A? Which will wait for you in the room and which you will fuck the whole business trip, like …Like a prodigy male! – I got started seriously.
– Listen, I don’t have time to bother. I can’t take you, is it really not clear?
I did not answer and, in my hearts, pressed « hift ».
For those who have not read my previous stories, I will inform you that Andrei is my « civilian »husband. Alas, we have not allowed same -sex marriages, otherwise I, without hesitation, would have married him officially. This is an ideal husband, a gentle and caring, also a magnificent lover. But sometimes he is intractable and stubborn, like a donkey! That’s how it is now.
The breakup turned out to be sad. I went out to escape gloomy and silent.
Andrei was crumbling for a long time on the threshold, promised that someday we were still traveling together, but I hardly heard him. Coldly kissed him goodbye and closed the door behind him.
Seeing out of the window that the service car took my man to distant lands,
I rushed to the bar, twisted the cork from some imported swill, filled the glass and drank in one gulp. Following, without a break, one more. Sensing how warmly spreads over the body, frowning the room. Andrei and I just changed the apartment and did not have time to really settle down and make a cozy corner. Scanty furniture, bare walls, carpets are rolled in the corner, booming echo in a large room. Not to mention the absence of a city phone and other minor inconvenience. I thought with a longing that I had to sleep alone today on our lifting bed.
Somehow washing up until the evening, I realized that I could no longer stay in this dull monastery. Go, take a walk before going to bed? I have not reached people alone in female guise for a hundred years. Walking in the evenings with my husband, I always felt in complete safety, because I knew that Andrei would find a way out of any situation. And now, the idea of going outside alone frightened me somewhat, but at the same time worried and excited blood.
I resolutely headed for the closet, removed a bard dress from there, dressed and went to the mirror. Moderately short (to the middle of the knee), with long sleeves, soft, satin dress. Looking great. Stockings only under it you need to put on dark. Turned to the mirror with her back. Again meticulously looked around. Doubted, can put on a dress more authentic? Measured another dress, and at the same time a couple of skirts. No, all this is not right. The dress is light, not in the mood, but in the skirts look too vulgar. Again climbed into the bard. Elegant and very comfortable. It was decided, I go for a walk in this dress! And it is better to even get to some bar and sit there an hour, men to tease. Threw off the dress, took up the underwear.
Recently, I began to wear a female breast imitator. Light, silicone, on an adhesive base, it looks great under a translucent bra. But this time I decided instead of a bra to put on a white lace bustier with tonyage straps. I put on, fastened the hooks behind, admired her mouth -watering chest, translucent through translucent fabric. Further, lace panties-stings from the same set. Thin black stockings with a lace top. I decided to do without a belt, as the stockings kept well without them, on the silicone vein. At the end, I put on a dress and dark red shoes-lodges with a low heel. I admired myself in the mirror – a young, beautiful brunette, seductive neck, slender straight legs. My hair has grown to the shoulder blades, I have it natural, smooth and silky. The nails also grew long. As for the female voice, over the years of training, I have achieved impressive success. A very natural voice turned out. Light chopotz did not spoil the impression.
In the end, waving another glass and throwing a miniature leather handbag over the shoulder, I went out at home. It was still quite light. People with gloomy and preoccupied faces in a hurry home from work. And I walked leisurely, clattering on asphalt, and enjoyed a light autumn coolness. Having passed a rather solid distance, I found myself at the door of one very popular club with a night program. And what? Do not come here? The institution is solid, expensive, and the public appropriate.
In the club, I immediately rushed to the bar’s rack and ordered a glass of wine. I settled in a high chair, threw my foot on my foot and was going to spend this whole tonight under the lively Homon of fun companies, loud music and bright flashing lights. After wine, my head was spinning, but I felt very good. Memories from my stay in the club I had vague and fragmentary. Dancing, bar standing, wine, dancing again, I drink something again. As if through the fog, I realize that I’m chatting with some guy, his friends are sitting at the table closest to the bar and wave their hands. No more to drink, no need! Slightly staggering, I go out into the street. The guy is behind me. We smoke. The head is spinning more and more, I want to go home. Lay in a soft bed, as if in a den, and forget until the morning. The guy catches a taxi. I mutter my address and …I fall into the void …
I don’t know how much time passed, but when I opened my eyes, I suddenly found that the same guy was leading me by the arm. Where are we going? This is not my house! A few minutes later I was reached the terrible fact that they brought me to a completely unfamiliar apartment. But they took me out elementary, like some whore! From this thought I instantly sober up.
– Who are you? – I asked the guy, shaking my head to shake off the rest of the hop.
– Well, you are good! – The stranger smiled. – Come on, let’s get acquainted again. I am Oleg. And you are Tatyana, I remember that. I even remembered that your husband won somewhere and did not take you, poor fellow.
Oh my god, I was horrified to myself, was I really disheveled about all this to the whole club!
– I need to go home!
-Where are you in a hurry? Nobody expects you at home. Stay, Tanyukh, have fun. – He came up close to me and hugged my waist.
– Now let go! I will scream. – I pushed him sharply.
But it only angered him. He leaned on me with his whole body and pressed against the wall. I picked up my knee and hit it between my legs. The blow turned out to be a non -senile, but accurate. He recoiled and bent over in pain.
– Are you fool? – I saw a red face in front of me. – Well! Now I am you,
Flood, I will definitely fuck!
I realized that while he considers me a girl, I will not get rid of him. I resolutely raised the hem of the dress, and, lowering the panties, showed him my gender. A second confusion and a minute of dirty battle. I silently waited this minute and went to the hallway. But as soon as I crossed the threshold of the room, a strong hand wrapped my neck behind. Second – and I was in the room again and was thrown onto the carpet.
– I’ll fuck you anyway, fag! – He tore off his shirt and threw off his trousers, remaining in his underpants.
I seem to be stuck, I thought, crawling down the carpet to the wall. The effect of alcohol ended completely, and I turned out to be completely sober alone with an angry stranger. What a fool I am that I started this adventure!
He rushed at me from above and began to lift up my dress. I fought back under him with all my might, scratched, kicked, but without the slightest success. He already managed to pull my panties to his knees, and he was not going to stop there. It seemed that my resistance only excites him even more.
I was given the crack of a torn dress. The forces ended, and I went limp at a hopeless longing. After making sure that I gave up, he quickly took out his penis from his panties and began to push him into me with frenzy. I did not raise my legs and rested my feet on his wide hairy chest. Okay, let this goat get on, if only it ended as soon as possible. I tried to relax, but it was difficult – psychologically, I was completely not ready for sex. Seeing how my unexpected partner grimaces and squeezes his lips, trying to push the member into a tense hole, I remembered that in my purse there was a bottle with a special gel for anal sex. I always carry him with me, because Andrei and I sometimes have to have sex in the most unexpected places during our evening walks.
Reported this to Gel Oleg and asked to give my handbag. Oleg nodded silently and fulfilled my request. Before applying the gel to the tip of his member, I asked if he had a condom. He shook his head negatively. I dutifully took the previous pose, putting my legs on Oleg’s shoulders. He tried on and slowly introduced his cock. And he immediately began to fuck me at a frantic pace, not at all caring for my feelings.A minute has passed, the other …I lay, closing my eyes tightly and trying to get at least some pleasure from such sex. I almost succeeded, but it did not last long – Oleg quickly finished.
With difficulty suppressing the aroused excitement in myself, I got up, pulled up stockings, put on.
The shoes that have fallen during the struggle. I ruined the dress, bastard – I sighed to myself, looking at the long side gap to the waist.
Oleg, without saying a word, went to another room, and I vaguely heard that he was talking to someone on the phone. I tried to listen, but then my cell phone rang. Andrey! I grabbed the phone from the purse. « Hello, Hello!»- shouted hoarsely into the phone. « Tanyush! I just miss you for you! How are you? Still sulk on me?». « no, Andryusha, everything is in order. How are you?». After a minute of the conversation, I realized that my beloved, successfully finished with all his business, relaxed in the hotel room and decided to just chat with me.
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