The buzzer to Richard's apartment sounded, and he quickly made his way to the intercom. "Olya, I've been expecting you." He pressed the button to unlock the door, and a few moments later, his old university friend stepped off the elevator.
Olya walked into the apartment, carrying a bottle of cognac and a wave of nostalgia for their university days. Richard, always the charismatic and attentive friend, took the bottle from her and led her into the living room.
As they settled onto the couch, Olya began to complain about her husband's shortcomings in the bedroom. Richard listened intently, offering words of comfort and understanding. He had always been a good listener, and Olya found herself feeling more and more at ease as she spoke.
After a while, they moved onto the balcony for some fresh air. Richard, in a friendly gesture, wrapped his arms around Olya from behind. She froze, a mix of emotions coursing through her. She had not expected this kind of physical contact from Richard, and she was not sure how to react.
Richard, sensing her arousal, slid his hand under Olya's skirt and found her wet. She gasped, half-drunk and half-aroused. She pulled away and ran back into the apartment, leaving Richard bewildered on the balcony.
Richard found Olya sitting on the couch, her face buried in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. He sat down next to her and waited for her to speak.
"I don't want to cheat on my husband," she sobbed. "But my body is craving satisfaction."
Richard, always the gentleman, comforted Olya. His gentle touches slowly eroded her resistance. She was torn between her loyalty to her husband and her desire for Richard.
Olya, unable to resist the temptation any longer, threw herself at Richard. She kissed him passionately, her inhibitions melting away. Richard, wasting no time, began to grope and squeeze her breasts through her blouse.
Olya, moaning with pleasure, unbuttoned her blouse, giving Richard access to her ample cleavage. He began to kiss and nibble on her nipples, causing her to gasp and writhe with pleasure.
As they continued to explore each other's bodies, Olya began to stroke Richard's cock through his pants. He was already hard, and she could feel his arousal growing.
Richard, unable to resist, pulled down his pants, freeing his cock for Olya to touch and taste. She eagerly took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft. He groaned with pleasure, his hands tangled in her hair.
Their lovemaking was intense and passionate, a release of pent-up desire and longing. When it was over, they lay in each other's arms, spent and satisfied.
"I never meant for this to happen," Olya whispered.
"I know," Richard replied. "But sometimes, these things just happen."
Olya nodded, still wrapped in the warmth of Richard's embrace. She knew she would have to face the consequences of her actions, but for now, she was content to stay in his arms.
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