down to pick up the bills, which had scattered quite a distance from where they had fallen.
The man, who never introduced himself to her, and she didn't even need to, saw how she bent over and exposed her charms, and even her crotch, which was slightly overgrown with hair, added spice, and he became so excited that, unable to resist, he began to fuck her right in that position, until she managed to pick up the money from the floor.
– Come on, bitch, collect it, whore.
Natalia was excited, she felt ashamed, humiliated and had already gradually begun to feel pleasant feelings in her lower abdomen.
– I was looking for you, you weren't there, now I've found you and now I'm going to fuck you.
This went on for quite a long time, which made her feel dizzy and her temples pound.
– Can I…
“No, you can’t,” the man answered, without even listening to her.
– I…
But the man continued to use her as a sex machine, apparently having been starved for a long time.
Here he turned her towards the window, where there were thin curtains that allowed one to see the silhouette of a person, but not a face.
Natalya wanted to freshen up a little, straighten her back and lean against the windowsill, and she did it with great difficulty.
She, having come to her senses a little, saw their holiday home, how her husband was still lying on the bed and rolling from side to side. And it looked like he was already getting ready to get up, apparently, he had already slept enough, rested.
A little horror seized her when she realized that her husband would start looking for her or, even worse, would see her through the window fucking a man.
But, after looking a little closer, she realized that it would be impossible to see the face anyway, and she recognized her husband only because she knew that they were resting in this house, and his face was no longer needed. This calmed her down, and she tried to enjoy the pleasure that she could already feel to the fullest extent.
And at that moment she no longer cared who was fucking her and why. And at that moment, right now, she thought about returning to the profession, thinking that she was already starting to get tired of the pompous restaurant patrons who, leaving a hundred rubles tip "from the royal shoulder", left with such a businesslike look that it seemed like something magical, not happening in reality, that it looked so funny and sarcastic in her eyes.
Although many of her colleagues were happy to accept any coin as a tip, and it didn’t bother them.
While the man was fucking, she managed to have her first orgasm and calm down, and then she stood, leaning her elbows on a small windowsill, looking at her husband, who was still sleeping, and thought about what day would be best to quit and how to start hiding it from her husband.
She decided for herself that she would hide it until he found out, and when he found out, she would talk to him, and if he didn't understand, then they could get a divorce. And then she remembered that she got married as a way to hold out until a better option came.
When he was satisfied with her vagina, finished, patted her buttocks, she straightened up, stood up to her full height and smiled.
Looking at the man's face, she realized that he himself expected to see the girl's confused and frightened face, which caused him to feel contempt: "Why is he paying, fucking a married girl, and she is happy?"
He decided to take the initiative and said cautiously:
– You will come to me, otherwise my husband will find out.
She didn't say anything, lifted her skirt and left.
She left the house, first went towards the forest, then, making a detour, returned back.
– Hi, how did you sleep, darling?
– Great, did you go for a walk?
– Yes, I walked a bit. I'm tired. Especially my legs.
– Maybe I'll give you a massage.
– Later, maybe.
– Okay, dear.
She went to the toilet, wiped her crotch with toilet paper, washed it with water, without taking a general shower, she was too lazy.
– Maybe we'll go have dinner at a restaurant or cafe, I don't know what it's called according to its status.
– I’ll get dressed now, or rather, change my clothes.
– Okay, honey, I'll wait.
Vlad, having taken off one set of clothes, changed into another, taking on a more businesslike appearance, in dark shades.
– These trousers suit you very well, they are just fire, they highlight your long legs.
– I never thought that girls could like guys’ long legs so much.
– There's still a lot you don't know about girls.
– Maybe this is a good thing? – he said, and taking his wallet, he began to leave the house.
The dinner they had was quite filling, but mostly carbohydrate-based, including a cake that was so sweet that Vlad couldn't eat it all.
– Sugar is good, but you will need to use up the energy overnight.
– I will help you spend it, don’t doubt it.
– I don’t even try to doubt it.
Across the table she saw the man who had fucked her an hour ago, but whose name she never learned and especially didn't want to know. He looked at her and winked, demonstratively raising a glass of champagne in her honor. Vlad sat with his back to him and didn't see any of this.
Afterwards she turned her gaze to her husband, saying that she liked the restaurant's interior, but it was a bit boring, after which she wondered why she had said that, but the main thing was that he wouldn't guess.
At some point, she felt a certain excitement when she was running away, and he had to catch her red-handed. She even got so excited about it that she began to work out options on the fly, how best to carry it out, in front of her husband's nose.
But some experience of communicating with men taught her that they are quite primitive in their behavior, and it is not at all difficult to understand what they want, unlike women, who always hide their intentions.
– I need to go to the ladies' room, I might be late, something's wrong with my stomach.
– Of course, dear, maybe I should run to the pharmacy for some pills.
– Don't worry, dear, it's not that bad yet.
She stood up and went towards the toilet, passing by, throwing a glance at the man. He stood up a minute after she passed and went in the same direction.
– You are beautiful. You turn me on.
– Don't say anything, just fuck, it's
