Me and Claude.

He gently kisses her lips without touching her hands. Then the kiss deepens, he clearly cannot control himself, even through the walls I can smell his wild excitement. And then suddenly he pulls away from her, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and backs away. Finding support in the form of a chair, he falls into it, not taking his eyes off his wife.

And then suddenly he unzips his fly, lowers his trousers. An excited member jumps out of the dark captivity of the pants. Amalia turns her back to the window, and I don't see the expression on her face, only feel how her back tenses, how her buttocks tighten. I shift my gaze to her owner. He looks with huge, excited eyes, in which the fire of desire burns, and licks his lips. And then, suddenly, licking his hand, he takes his penis.

Amalia seems to understand what she needs to do. She slowly raises her arms above her head and claps her hands twice. The smart home answers her readily: the room is filled with the sounds of slow, erotic music playing online.

The girl begins to slowly, like a cobra to the sounds of an Indian pipe, squirm to a measured tune. Cloud growls and jerks off furiously as he watches his plastic wife twirl around to the music.

Amalia moves with her eyes closed - I can see it as she wiggles her arms and her lithe red silk body. Hand right, left, down. Again - right, left, down. A palm on the thigh, the tip of a shoe from under a long hem - everything is harmonious and surprisingly magical.

The sight makes me sick and I hurriedly move away from the window, the anti-werewolf deodorant chemistry not ready to handle the musk of wolf desire. It's too rich a smell, it's not so easy to interrupt.

I go into the shadows and wait. Waiting for Cloud to finish. When he wipes away the traces of his pleasure. When he takes Amalia by the arm and leaves the house. When he walks along the wooden path between the houses and finds himself in a large hall filled with guests.

To then take action. And, give me the strength of the Moon, just to act, and not to take this she-wolf in a dark corner of the kitchen, piercing her white beautiful body again and again.

Amalia

The room blinds with sharp sounds, the influx of a large number of people, unfamiliar aromas, ringing. The party goes on as usual, as if no one noticed the recent half-hour absence of the host and hostess. Someone is chatting with a glass of champagne in his hand near the window, someone is dancing on the other side of the room with a partner, someone is occupying a bar with alcohol, choosing what else to pump up before the end of the Night of Justice.

We enter the room at the same time as the arrived mayor and his companion. This time it is a girl who is hardly eighteen, but by the way her eyes burn, with what expression she looks around at the men in the room, I understand that she is far from innocent, and perhaps even more sexually savvy than I.

I twitch as the official's gooey vicious gaze flickers over my body. Cloud feels it - he feels everything, all the shades and changes in my mood - and immediately easily turns me on behind his back.

Immediately he takes a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, squares his shoulders, and I feel him put one of his biggest smiles on his face. We're heading straight for that big belly old drunk who runs the city. He also smiles at us, and at the same time pats the girl on the bottom covered with a bright yellow dress. She laughs loudly, drawing attention to her person, but no one leads with her ear - this is a party for her own, no one will make big eyes from the fact that the mayor has come with another mistress.

- How do you like the evening? Claude asks.

- Great idea to spend the night with you! The mayor winks at him.

- Do you want to hunt? Cloud smiles.

The man sighs and nods at his companion, who is staring at Cloud.

- Not this time. All punishments have been handed out, let the night roll on as usual!

- Let justice prevail! Cloud toasts his champagne glass, and everyone else joins in.

- Let justice prevail! Let justice prevail! Let justice prevail! - rushes from all angles.

The mayor looks around with satisfaction, noting everyone who raised a glass, a glass, a bottle. And then he trips over me. Because I am silent. Very eloquent. His face is immediately drawn out. He squints, opens his mouth to say something, but Cloud, noticing this, immediately comes to my aid, helping to smooth out the awkwardness:

- Let the girls whisper, and we have something to talk about with you!

He pushes me away, I wince, but I go to the other side of the hall. So that he can see me, but also so that I can turn away and not see him. A dog in a yellow dress follows me - a girlfriend of the chief in the city.

We reach the bar, in a relatively empty corner, take a glass of punch. A little alcohol won't hurt me: it's very hard for me to have these terrible nights with my husband.

"Well, what's it like being Cloud's wife?" - the girl squeaks, deciding to establish a secular dialogue.

I give her a contemptuous look from top to bottom, but she does not seem to understand at all what I mean.

- Well, how does it feel to fuck such a tough guy every night? she rustles the straw, dipping it into the strawberry punch.

I roll my eyes, but she doesn't budge.

“Cloud is the most important in the city, everyone knows this,” she shares her personal wisdom. He runs all the gangs in the city. My little baby, - she giggles in the direction of the mayor, - obeys his words. This is immediately visible. When Cloud calls, my baby immediately changes his face, and always picks up the phone. Is always! Even when fidgeting at me. Well, you know what I mean.

She giggles disgustingly, and I want to close my ears and run away from this fake attention somewhere far away, and best of all - into the forest.

- And he also invented the Night of Justice, - the restless girl continues. “I found out quite by accident. But, you know, not surprised at all. Such a cool thing. Such an awesome idea. Such an important night. Only he could come up with this.