The night had been one of revelry and decadence, as Alex and Sasha stumbled out of the club, Sasha's stilettos clicking against the pavement in a staccato rhythm that echoed through the empty streets. Sasha giggled, leaning heavily against Alex, her breath reeking of vodka and the sweet scent of cherries.
"You're such a lightweight," Alex chuckled, helping Sasha into the backseat of the taxi that awaited them. The driver, Sergei, couldn't help but steal glances at Sasha's figure in the rearview mirror as she slid across the leather seats, her short dress riding up to reveal her toned legs.
As the taxi pulled away from the club, Sasha's head lolled against Alex's shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed as she passed out, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Sergei turned to Alex, a hungry look in his eyes as he made his proposition.
"I'll pay you," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "Pay you well, to spend the night with her. She's a beautiful woman, your wife. I would treat her with the respect she deserves."
Alex was taken aback, his mind reeling at the taboo suggestion. But as he looked at Sasha, her lips parted in sleep, he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him at the thought. He hesitated, his conscience warring with his desires.
"How much?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sergei named a figure, his hand gesturing towards the sleeping woman. Alex looked at Sasha, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her skin glowing in the dim light of the taxi. He hesitated for a moment longer before nodding in agreement.
As they arrived at their apartment building, Sergei helped Alex carry Sasha up the stairs to their apartment, her body limp in their arms. Sasha stirred, muttering something incoherent as they laid her down on the bed. Sergei couldn't help but stare at Sasha's exposed thighs, his breath hitching in his throat.
Alex caught Sergei's gaze and playfully chided him, "Eyes up here, buddy."
Sergei chuckled, his eyes meeting Alex's. "I apologize," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I couldn't help myself. She's a vision."
Alex smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. "She is," he agreed. "But she's mine."
Sergei nodded, his eyes filled with respect. "Of course," he said. "I would never overstep my bounds."
As Sergei left the apartment, Alex looked down at Sasha, her hair spread out like a halo on the pillow. He couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, but as he climbed into bed next to her, he couldn't deny the thrill that still coursed through him.
This was just the beginning of their drunken proposal, a night of passion and desire that would change their lives forever.
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