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Our town is small, and I know a lot of people. It often happens that you're walking home, run into friends, and you're gone for a couple of days. This time, as luck would have it, I ran into old friends Yura and his wife Olga. They were celebrating something at a cafe with friends and came outside just as I was passing by. Well, that was it, I didn't need to go anywhere anymore; I was on a bender. First, we hung out at the cafe, and when it closed, Olga suggested going to her place to continue. My soul had just turned towards home, but I didn't feel like going, so I agreed. The company was small but cheerful—Serega and his wife Sveta also decided to join us. While we were getting ready and waiting for a taxi, Olga managed
to have a fight with Yura, and he disappeared somewhere. So, the plan changed regarding the destination but not the intentions; we went to Serega and Sveta's place. On the way, we stocked up on what we needed to continue the feast. Once we arrived, we settled in the kitchen and continued drinking and talking with Serega; the girls weren't really joining us, discussing something of their own. After sitting for a bit, Olga and I went out to the balcony for some air. She started complaining about Yura, saying he had been arguing with her a lot lately, and it might even lead to a divorce. I tried to calm her down, saying everything would work out. When we went back to the kitchen, I saw that Serega had deflated and was already asleep sitting on a chair. I realized it was time to call it a night and asked Olga to make me some strong tea, while I helped Sveta get Serega to bed. Coming back to the kitchen waiting for the tea, Olga unexpectedly offered to give me a massage. She was planning to work as a masseuse and wanted to practice on me. The offer was strange, of course, but I agreed, clarifying that it was okay if Sveta didn't mind. Sveta laughed and said she didn't mind because Olga had already offered to practice on her too. Stripping to the waist, I flopped onto the unfolded sofa. The aspiring masseuse stood at the edge, rubbed cream on me, and started kneading my back. Her hands were strong, and sometimes it hurt, so I groaned and protested. After about twenty minutes, Sveta came in and started laughing, commenting on the process. Suddenly, Olya said she urgently needed to go powder her nose and asked Sveta to finish my massage. She agreed, but instead of standing by the sofa, she sat on my thighs and started stroking my thoroughly worked-over back. Her hands were soft, and her touch felt pleasant. She was stroking my back with a certain tenderness, and I didn't even realize at what point I started wanting her as a woman. What happened next was like a dream. First, all the surrounding space disappeared, leaving only the desire to possess her. I abruptly flipped onto my back, pulled her to me, and kissed her lips passionately. She didn't expect this turn of events and froze slightly but didn't pull away. After a minute, she started responding to my kisses. She was in a robe, and I began, without stopping kissing her, to caress her breasts and thighs. My cock was straining for freedom. Turning her under me, I broke away from her lips only to bury my face in her breasts, licking and kissing her hardened nipples. I was lying between her spread legs, and turning on my side, I pulled off her panties with one motion and freed my cock. Finding the entrance to her vagina with my hand, I thrust into her completely and started driving my cock into her again and again. My buttocks rose and slapped down between her widely spread legs; I didn't stop caressing her breasts and showering her with kisses. At that moment, I couldn't hear or see anything around me, and I don't know how long it lasted. Drenched in sweat, feeling the orgasm approaching, I thrust into her completely and began filling her vagina with my cum. Gradually, with the last spurts of my semen, the world around us started to return. Sveta was lying beneath me, her arms wrapped around me. Her lips were red and slightly swollen from my kisses, and a hickey was reddening on her neck. Slipping out from under me, she ran to the bathroom. After catching my breath a bit and getting dressed, I went out to the kitchen. Olga was sitting at the table with a cup of cold tea, her eyes as round as the cup. The only thing she said was, "Fuck, you guys have really lost it." I took the cup from her hands, took a sip of tea, and without saying goodbye, went out onto the street. As I walked along the night street, the fresh air brought me to my senses, and the first question I asked myself was, "What the hell was that?" And I think at least two other people were asking themselves the same question at that moment. By the way, Sveta and I crossed paths one more time, but that's another story.