My friend's wife

I haven’t seen Denis for six years. He and I were together in Afghanistan and helped each other out of trouble more than once. Both returned alive and well. Then our paths diverged. I knew that he got married, had a daughter, took off his shoulder straps and went into business, and I left for the North, never finding myself in a peaceful life. We hardly met for the last six years, but sometimes we called each other.

A week ago, while getting ready to go on vacation, I called, but that number no longer existed. Upon arrival, through friends I found out Denis’s new address and phone number. I called. He was very happy, I think he even cried into the phone and immediately invited me to visit. Judging by

's address, Denis has climbed quite high on the ladder of life. Only cool people lived in that area. I was convinced of this when I drove up at about eight in the evening to a luxurious two-story cottage located at the end of the street. Near the house, with its radiator buried in the wrought-iron gate, stood a large silver Ford of the latest model. At thirty-five, I was not yet married, and I didn’t know if I would ever get married. Service in the army, participation in hostilities, and eternal instability left their mark on my character, and rarely could anyone get along with me under the same roof.

— That’s how things are, brother,” he sighed sadly, shaking the outstretched hand.

Only now I noticed how old he had become. A thick network of wrinkles furrowed his once round, ruddy face. Even his eyes, which had once burned brightly, now seemed to have faded away, harboring a hidden torment.

- What happened to you, what happened? – I said, swallowing the lump that had risen in my throat

and sitting down in the chair in the hall.

He ​​briefly told what happened to him. It was all his business's fault. He made a good living selling computers, worked a lot, but also earned accordingly. A good car, a house, a solid bank account appeared and everything was fine, but there were people who were bothered by it. At first there were threats to which he did not respond, warnings, an attempt to take away his business, and then his car was simply blown up. The driver and bodyguard died, and he himself became crippled.

- What about Katya, Olya? – I remembered his wife and daughter, whom I knew only in absentia.

— Katyukha left me,” Denis grimaced. “I found some idiot and left.” She took her daughter with her. I was just in the hospital.

- Yes-ah! – I drawled. - How are you coping alone now?

— I’m not alone,” Denis’s face brightened. – Now I have Alenka.

Before he could finish his sentence, one of the doors opened and a tall young woman entered the hall. She was amazingly good. I even stood up in amazement. Denis, noticing my confusion, smiled.

— This is my Alyonushka,” he looked at her with a loving glance. “And this is Seryoga, my most reliable, true friend,” he introduced me.

The young woman nodded slightly, extending her hand in greeting. Her thin, well-groomed fingers were cold, but they burned me like fire. Dark large eyes looked at me with an attentive, searching gaze and looked down in embarrassment. A light blush colored his cheeks, his lips parted in a smile. I also froze, looking at the beauty in fascination.

— Come in, Sergei,” she invited me, opening the large double door.

- Come on, come on, Seryoga. Don't pay attention to me, you'll get used to it.

I really felt awkward. Next to me, Denis, sitting in a stroller, looked like a midget. We moved to another room, large, bright, furnished with soft light furniture. Only then did it dawn on me that I had completely forgotten about the gifts. Alyonushka immediately placed the rose in a tall thin vase, opened the box and smelled the perfume. Apparently she liked the smell, she even smeared it on her neck and the neckline of her blouse. Denis accepted the bottle of cognac, smacking his lips with satisfaction. Only the polar bear cub remained sitting forlornly on the sofa.

Alena, apologizing, left and Denis immediately reached for the bottle.

— Come on, Seryoga, let’s rush for the meeting while Alenka prepares something. “Give me some glasses,” he asked, unscrewing the cap from the bottle.

We drank and he immediately poured it again.

— Relieves stress,” as if making excuses, he threw the second portion into his mouth. - This is the only thing that helps.

I understood him perfectly and frankly felt sorry for him. In the prime of life, to practically lose your legs and be confined to a wheelchair all your life - who would you wish that on? Moreover, having such a beautiful wife. She had just wheeled a table into the room, laden with snacks and bottles of booze. I involuntarily fell in love, looking at her fine figure, while she deftly unloaded everything onto the coffee table. Chiseled arms, shoulders, thin waist, high chest and legs of a fashion model, and a face... A real angel. Denis was lucky, although... - what am I talking about.

We drank again, now the three of us. Denis fell into memories, jumping from one moment to another and not forgetting to refill himself all the time, sometimes not even caring whether Alena and I had drunk. She listened to him carefully, although I am more than sure that she had heard this from him before. Sometimes she would look at me with a worried look, but immediately looked away as soon as I looked at her. Obviously, she was looking closely, as if checking how I was reacting to her mutilated husband. I felt great in their company. I haven't been this relaxed in a long time.

When the second bottle was empty, I still made an attempt to leave their hospitable home, but Denis immediately protested.

- Where are you going to go for the night? Don't even think about it.

— Really, Sergey, stay, there’s enough room for everyone,” Alena added. - Yes, and you drank quite a bit, it’s dangerous to get behind the wheel.

I froze in indecision. In principle, no one was expecting me today, and I liked their company.

— Stay,” Alena whispered, throwing a pleading look at me. - He's so lonely.

- And you? He's not alone, is he?

— I’m just a woman, but Denis misses male company,” she smiled. “Sit, talk about your own things, and I’ll go upstairs and go to bed for now.”

Denis and I were left alone. He once again reached for the bottle and sighed heavily.

— I feel sorry for her,” he said after drinking a glass. “After all, Seryoga, I can’t do anything else.”

— How can that be? – I was taken aback, although I could have guessed myself that not all was well with him on the male side.

— Yes, that’s it. I knew about it, but I stayed anyway. She was in love with me back in school. I was in the tenth grade, she was in the sixth. I don’t remember anything like that, but she recently admitted that she was stupid.

— Well, well, don’t worry so much,” I tried to cheer him up. - Maybe everything will get better.

— Nothing will get better,” Denis sighed again. And why does she need me? – A treacherous tear ran down Denis’s cheek. “But we wanted a son... At least get into a noose,” he sighed again, reaching for the bottle.

— Come on, what were you thinking? – I was dumbfounded by his confession. – Maybe they could adopt someone?

— I thought, but it’s not the same. Although sometimes such a thought flashed through my mind,” he added, twirling the stem of his glass in his hand. - And I was thinking about the donor...

He ​​again poured cognac into glasses and we drank, then another one. Under the influence of alcohol, Denis’s eyes soon became completely glazed, his head drooped onto his chest.

About five minutes later she returned and took me to the second floor. The round ass swayed smoothly before my eyes, leading me to sinful thoughts. How good she was!

— Here is your bedroom,” she opened one of the doors, “and then there’s the bathroom and toilet.”

I thanked her for her care and treat and, wishing her good night, wanted to go into the room, but she interfered with me, standing in the doorway. I froze in indecision, raised my eyes and met her gaze, full of torment and despair. Obeying a sudden impulse, I reached out to her and impulsively squeezed her trembling body in my arms. Our lips met in a passionate, burning kiss. There was so much fire, so much unquenched passion in her young, elastic body that I was even scared. She kissed frantically, either sticking her lips into my neck, chin, lips, or pouncing on them, bursting into my mouth with a hot, impatient tongue. Her chest was heaving violently, her hips pressed tightly to my body were trembling nervously, her hands were thrown around my neck, constantly stroking my hair, and in general - she was all the embodiment of passion.

But at some point, the passion that had blinded both of us receded. We pulled away from each other, simultaneously thinking about the person lying below. My friend slept there, and her husband, and this cooled our ardor.

— Good night,” Alena barely said, her voice breaking with excitement, her eyes downcast. - Sorry.

I continued to stand, stunned by the sudden rush, watching her figure disappear into the next bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the large double bed, I thought. What was to be done next? One thing was clear: staying under the same roof with Alyonushka was tantamount to suicide. Next time I probably wouldn’t be able to hold back again, control my feelings and thereby betray a friend who was very dear to me. In the end, I decided that I wouldn’t do anything today and would leave tomorrow morning. After taking a shower, I went to bed, but there was no sleep in either eye. Every now and then Denis’s face, exhausted by pain and suffering, appeared before my eyes, but it was immediately obscured by the sweet face of his wife, scorched by passion. Her hot lips and flexible, pliable body irresistibly attracted me. Only in the morning I fell into an anxious sleep.

I woke up when the sun was quite high in the sky. Remembering my decision yesterday, I quickly washed my face, got dressed and went downstairs with the firm intention of leaving as quickly as possible. They were already waiting for me downstairs. Denis was already tipsy and immediately offered me a cocktail of his own making.

— The composition was invented by Alenka, but I do it better. Really, darling? – he looked questioningly at his wife.

She just nodded silently, glancing briefly at me. The cocktail was really tasty, low alcohol and cold. I drank the whole glass with pleasure.

— Now we’ll go for a ride,” Denis said when we finished our light breakfast. – Will you help me? Otherwise it’s difficult for Alyonushka alone.

I didn’t dare refuse, I helped him get into the car and we drove around the city for a good two hours, remembering what and where it used to be and what has changed over time. Alena was driving, and I noted that she drove skillfully. Our city has really changed and Denis was openly happy when I was surprised at the changes that had taken place. Every now and then he took a sip from the flat metal flask, sometimes offering me a drink too. Soon he got drunk again and, when Alena got out of the car to buy cigarettes, he suddenly turned to me, beckoning with his finger.

— I don’t want any donor,” he whispered to me, sputtering with saliva. - Don't want!

He ​​fell silent, as if collecting his thoughts, then took another sip from the flask, looked inquisitively in my direction and said:

- I need a son. Understand?

I nodded

— It’s good that you understand,” he shook his head. - Okay...

- Fresh towel... - Alyonushka’s voice pulled me out of the tenacious clutches of sleep.

She stood nearby. I jumped as if stung, splashing water onto the tiled floor. From the cap of fragrant foam, only islands remained on the surface. Some of it lingered on the curly hair at the bottom of her stomach. The young woman's gaze was directed precisely there. Under its influence, sensing anxiety, my penis began to stir. I tried to get up, but Alena’s hand stopped me. Grabbing the shower hose with her other hand, she turned on the water, directing the streams onto my flesh, which was growing heavy before her eyes. A narrow palm grabbed the penis and pulled back the foreskin, exposing the head. Under the pressure of water, the pitiful remnants of foam quickly disappeared, leaving a hardening beauty on the surface.

The touch of women's, gentle fingers played a role. Clutched in the palm, it filled with power, causing a greedy sparkle in a woman’s eyes. A bright blush flashed on her matte cheeks. Obeying the attraction, Alena began to move her hand, exciting him even more. Her gaze blurred, she swayed, almost falling, but at the same moment she dropped to her knees and pressed her greedy mouth to my penis. The head, darkened by the rush of blood, pressed against her throat, causing a long, dull groan.

Our bodies and lips intertwined into one. The extremely excited penis buried itself in the girl’s belly, and then she herself turned her back to me, put one foot on the edge of the bathtub, bent forward, sticking out her buttocks. Without any visible effort, my penis entered the vagina dripping with honey. A muffled, cat-like sound escaped from her chest, and her pearly teeth bit her lip until they bled. Alena gave herself entirely to me, without reserve, moving her ass in time with the blows, and each of them was accompanied by a short cry.

Our senses were so heightened that after just a couple of minutes a crushing orgasm literally knocked us into the water. Half of it spilled onto the floor, but we didn’t even notice it, frozen in a kiss again.

— Come on,” I extended my hand to her, getting out of the bath and leading her into the bedroom.

She obeyed meekly and we, leaving two chains of wet footprints on the floor, reached the wide double bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Alyonushka raised her brown eyes at me, darkening even more with a surge of desire. At that moment she was so beautiful that without thinking, I dropped to my knees, burying my head between her thighs. The pink sink glistened damply in the dim light of the wall sconce. I caressed her with my tongue and lips, digging into her hot flesh with hot kisses, and she, leaning back, moaned weakly, tugging at her hard nipples with her fingers. Her breathing became more and more frequent, waves of voluptuousness ran through her body, and after a few minutes she came again, tightly squeezing my head with her thighs.

— I know I’m doing the wrong thing, but...” she tried to speak, but I closed her mouth with a hot kiss, and she relaxed again, calmed down and seemed to even doze off, burying her nose in the pillow.

Gradually my penis hardened, gained new strength, and I moved closer to Alyonushka, who was lying on her side, sticking out her uncovered butt. Having felt the hot, wet perineum with my hand, I directed the head of my penis there and Alyonushka immediately came to life. Her fingers wrapped around the penis, guiding it into the vagina. Then I put my right hand under her, squeezed her tender breasts with my palms, pulled her all towards me, pushing my penis all the way. And again a long moan of satisfaction escaped from her chest. This time I was in no hurry, smoothly sliding into her crotch, only for a split second removing my penis and again plunging into her depths.

Alenka accepted the game and quietly swayed on the penis, enjoying the novelty of the sensations. Teasing each other with shallow penetrations, we became more and more excited and, in the end, could not stand the sweet torture. Alena got off my dick, laid me on my back and, twisting her ass, sat on top. Her hands rested on my shoulders, and she began to work with her pelvis, throwing it up and again lowering herself onto the erect penis. Wet strands of hair, scattered over my shoulders, flew up with her, and then fell again, pleasantly caressing my chest. Alyonushka, obviously, was so hungry without a real male member, she tried so hard, squirming on me, that I could not hold on for long. A thick stream of sperm hit the walls of the vagina and she, trembling all over, fell on my chest, covering it with kisses. Our bodies were wet with sweat, but we were unable to even move. I was still in it when I heard a quiet whisper:

- I think he will forgive us both.

She crawled off me and, curled up in a ball, froze under my side, leaving her blond head on my chest.

— It seems to me that he even wanted this,” I whispered in her ear, “he wanted this to happen.”

- What do you think? – she raised her head and said doubtfully. - Although... He wants a son so much.

I said nothing, and she lay down on me again, kissing the nipple adorned with curly hair.

— We seem to have done a good job,” I tried to joke, feeling that I wanted this woman again.

In the morning, barely able to stand, I nevertheless went home, promising to visit them in a couple of days. Denis looked at me strangely, as if appraising me, but Alyonushka only smiled faintly, nudging my cheek with her nose as she said goodbye.

However, I didn’t manage to visit them two days later, as I promised. It didn’t work out on the third day either, and then Alena came to me herself. Again there was frantic, unique sex, again we caressed each other like possessed people, and none of us used any protection. It seemed to me that Alena was pursuing one goal during our meetings, the same one that Denis thought about so often. Аленушка уехала от меня поздно, добившись обещания, что я их все же навещу в ближайшие дни.

До конца отпуска мы встречались довольно часто, и каждая встреча обычно заканчивалась в постели. Мне казалось, что Денис знает о нашей связи, но по его виду ничего не было заметно. Мы по-прежнему выпивали, играли в шахматы. Иногда катались по городу, но он больше ни разу не заводил разговора о наследнике. Аленушка же наоборот, повеселела, встречала меня радушно и даже целовала при Денисе в губы при расставании.

Отпуск пролетел незаметно и совсем не так, как я планировал. На прощанье Денис пожал мне руку и сказал с легкой улыбкой:

— Спасибо тебе за все. Всегда будем рады тебя видеть. Ты – настоящий друг.

Мне было немного неловко от этих его слов и я постарался побыстрее уйти. С Аленушкой мы простились по-своему. Накануне отъезда она провела у меня всю ночь, чего раньше себе не позволяла. Это была дивная ночь, и заснул я только под утро, едва не опоздав в аэропорт. Аленка убежала еще раньше. На измятой подушке, где еще совсем недавно покоилась ее белокурая головка, лежала записка. «Спасибо, что ты есть!» — коротко и понятно.

«Это наш сынок, Сереженька. We are looking forward to your visit. Непременно приезжай». И подпись –Денис. Чуть ниже красивым ровным почерком Алены было дописано: «Мечтаем о дочери. Kiss. Алена».

SAS