Сосед связал меня и трахнул на глазах у мужа
The neighborhood was quiet, save for the muffled sounds of a football game on the TV wafting from the living room. Anya sat on the couch, sipping her wine, waiting for her husband Sergei to finish in the bathroom so they could continue their usual weekend routine of watching the game and maybe getting a little tipsy, maybe sneaking in a quickie before calling it a night.
The doorbell rang, shattering the calm. Sergei answered, and from the living room, Anya could hear him exchange an exaggeratedly cheerful greeting with their neighbor Maxim. The two men were friends, had known each other for years, but Anya knew she didn’t like Maxim. He was crass, boorish, the kind of man who talked about women like they were pieces of meat, who always had his hand ‘accidentally’ brushing against her bottom, her breasts, whenever they were in close proximity.
“You won’t believe it,” Maxim drawled, striding into the living room without waiting for an invitation. “That little slut Nastya next door, she’s throwing a party. Some international delegation in town, and she’s entertaining them in style.”
Anya frowned, looking up from her book. “That’s not very responsible of her,” she said mildly. “What if the neighbors complain about the noise? Or the police find out?”
Maxim laughed, a harsh, contemptuous sound. “Let them complain. Let them try to stop her. Nastya knows how to take care of herself, and any man who comes to her parties knows he’s getting a real treat.”
Sergei leaned over the back of the couch, grinning like he was in on a joke Anya didn’t know. “Maxim, you’re shameless! We’re married men,” he chided, but his tone betrayed that he found Maxim’s lewdness pleasing.
“Oh, you know what I mean,” Maxim said easily. “But really, the things I’ve seen and done in that woman’s bed, it would make your mother turn in her grave, Sergei!”
Maxim launched into a lurid anecdote, describing an orgy right out of a pornographic novel, with Nastya in the starring role. He went on and on, graphically detailing positions, acts, the number of men involved, all while Anya’s stomach slowly burned with revulsion. She wanted to scream at him to shut up, to go home, but Archiv, he was her husband’s friend. She had to be polite, had to maintain a facade of propriety.
Finally, mercifully, Maxim finished his tale. “And so, that’s why I said any man at Nastya’s parties is in for the night of his life,” he declared, leaning in to address Anya directly. “But tell me, beautiful, what would you do, if you were Nastya?”
Anya stared at him, speechless. She glanced at Sergei, but he was grinning, gesturing for her to answer. “I…I wouldn’t…,” she stammered, lost for words, feeling Maxim’s eyes roaming over her body, undressing her with his gaze.
Maxim smiled, a slow, cruel thing. “You wouldn’t what? Take all those cocks, fill all your holes, let them cover you in their cum? What a pity.”
Anya’s cheeks burned, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re disgusting,” she hissed. “Get out of my house.” Her voice was shaking, but Maxim just laughed again, that same ugly sound.
“Your house? Was that some noble gesture, or did your husband tell you to be nice to me while he’s gone?”
Leaving Anya confused, Maxim went cheating with his wife, with the succubus Nastya next door, a woman like Maxim. And After that, and her husband Sergei had reasons for divorce with Anya, toss off Anya to there was a scandal, left without home and without money, Anya was at a loss. She was not expecting the terminations, but in the end, fate was not so optimistic, and the most significant relationship base of Anya’s life collapsed almost instantly, leaving the former housewife almost without prospects.
The alternative to the event in Aney’s life was, to say the least, unpromising; she would have to work. That is, Anya would have to have a job, a profession, and all because of her exhausband, who did not support her during the separation. And as a result of her breakup, Anya had to look for any work, and at any cost… It was this approach that led the former housewife to a strange job, or rather, unfamiliar and surprising.
The need to have a job, earn money, and therefore meet the needs of her life, prompted Anya to look for something to her liking or at least something that would help her get by in the shortest possible time. However, the fact that Anya was not too prepared for the work market, did not help her. The choice of place for work fell on a rather exotic idea, the kind that Anya did not expect at all.
***
So, the first real job Anya got right after going through the divorce was a job in a small Petrovich market. Anya never expected that she would get there, but life has such funny twists. The idea to get a job as the manager of the new market store, provoked which Anya never even thought about, now became her choice. In this case, for work, that is, for income to get by in life and cope with the most necessary and pressing needs for herself, she chose a job as a manager in the local market of Petrovich.
So, that’s how Anya found herself in the lottery of fate, which sent her to work as a manager in the local Petrovich market, where she had to get by alone and get paid somehow. The fact that this market was behind her apartment, where Anya lived after she left her husband, gave her hope that she could get by. This job, was not difficult for Anya’s imagination and given the circumstances, she accepted all the difficulties of this job, because her imagination did not go beyond the resulting job.
***
The real difficulties and obstacles on the labor path of Anya were to be faced afterwards, because she did not fully realize what events would follow, which would lead to results in various ways, depending only on the desires and ambitions of the people around her. The new place of work for the former housewife was accepted by her rather aloofly, though it gave a kind of hope for the future. But in reality, Anya very soon had to face many difficulties and inconveniences, which pleased her very little, but which she did not yet fully realize about the upcoming events.
