Blonde+Brunette

Sveta and Ira, they were always together, their apartments were opposite each other, their children were friends, went to the same school. Their husbands were friends since childhood, worked together.

There wasn't a single holiday or event where they didn't all gather together.

These were two married couples: Sveta and Gena, and Ira and Tolik.

Ira; a brunette, with lush, wavy hair in wide waves cascading onto her shoulders. She is dark-skinned, which hints at a mix of Eastern blood. Ira has black, slightly slanted eyes. A triangular face, delicate, sensual, but thin lips, and a small, slightly upturned nose.

Her appearance didn't match her fiery temperament at all, and behind the external meekness of a kitten, a predatory panther was hidden.

Sveta, on the contrary, is a green-eyed blonde. She has straight, almost white hair, currently in the latest fashion.

She has an oval, regular face, slightly tapered at the bottom with barely protruding cheekbones. Plump, sensual lips and a large mouth.

Both are tall, over 170 centimeters. Both have long, slender legs and beautiful hips.

Only Sveta is a bit fuller, which didn't spoil her sensual appearance in the slightest. Rather, on the contrary, it only emphasized her sexuality and femininity.

They were so different in everything, and there were far more differences than similarities between them, but there was one more thing that united them, that erased all boundaries between them, so different.

Brunette and blonde, black and white, their friendship was like a challenge to the myth of the eternal struggle between these two lovely essences. But what bound them was what made everything possible! It calmed the storm. Made ice warm.

It was love!

Yes-yes, Ira and Sveta were head over heels in love with each other, carefully hiding it from others, they couldn't hide it from themselves.

They tried to break off their passion, forget the attraction to each other, both even got married, and for true love at that! Both have two children.

And, for a while, they really managed to get rid of the attraction to each other, busy with children, for several years, it seemed they forgot the past.

They returned to the accepted norm, but...

The children grew up quickly, and living as neighbors did not contribute to their distancing at all.

No matter how they avoided each other, circumstances brought them together again, and even more often than they themselves wanted.

As if fate was pushing them towards each other.

As soon as one went out onto the staircase, the other, as if waiting for it, would come out too.

As soon as one fell ill, the other wouldn't leave her side day or night. Taking care of her friend and doing all her housework.

They met and saw the children off from school, fed their husbands dinner, gave the sick friend herbal decoctions and hot tea with jam.

And the more time they spent together, the stronger their passion flared up, the passion that had pursued them in their youth and seemed to have completely faded by maturity. Sveta turned 35 in the spring, and Ira will be 34 in the fall.

But the old feelings unexpectedly flared up again with new strength, and it was no longer possible to endure such a situation.

The husbands began to suspect them of infidelity, accusations and suspicions poured in.

Scandals became more frequent, out of nowhere.

And the women decided to confess to their husbands, decided to sort everything out once.

Once and for all.

And then, they told them the whole truth.

They confessed their feelings, told their husbands everything.

The reaction of Sveta's husband surprised even her, he was not just unshocked, but it seemed he even expected something like this from his wife.

The conversation at Sveta's took place in a calm atmosphere and ended with a stormy, passionate night, the kind the spouses with 12 years of marriage hadn't had in a long time.

It turned out differently for Ira:

Her husband was shocked, flared up, made a scene and even packed his things, saying he didn't want to live under the same roof with a lesbian.

Warily, Ira entered the neighbors' apartment, not knowing what to expect, so she froze in confusion when she saw Sveta passionately kissing her husband in the middle of the living room.

— — Didn't you tell him about us? – The friend asked Svetlana when they were alone.

— — I did. – Answered Sveta, gazing into Irina's beloved face.

— — And what? – Not understanding, Ira clarified.

— — You saw everything. You know, he surprised me too.

— — Yes!?

— — Uh-huh. I was so afraid to tell him, didn't know how to start, but it turned out he had suspected us for a long time, guessed, just didn't tell me. And that's why he was glad when I told him the truth.

He told me: — 'Finally you decided to confess, to tell the whole truth' — and added that he doesn't see you as a competitor, had guessed about us for a long time, and pretended not to notice anything. Said that, finally, I would stop lying to him, making up stupid excuses. And that he is not at all against our relationship!

And you know, I was simply shocked and a little disappointed by his reaction.

— — Disappointed!?

— — Well, yes, I got the impression that something is not right with his head.

— — Yes!? What reaction did you expect?

— — Well, I don't know! A scene, shouting, reproaches, I had already taken a defensive stance – prepared weighty arguments, and he...

— — What did he do?

— — And he, just hugged me tightly and, burying his nose in my hair, said: — 'Well, thank God, at least it's not a man!' – Can you imagine!?

— — I can't even imagine. Mine, on the contrary, made a scene, shouted, hit me, — Ira sobbed, — and left!

— — How left? – Not understanding, Sveta looked intently at her friend.

— — Just like everyone, through the door.

— — And where to?

— — I don't know! – Irina's eyes darted around in confusion.

Svetlana called Gena and asked him to catch up with Ira's husband and, if possible, bring him back.

Quickly getting ready, Gena shoved his phone in his pocket and left, and Sveta and Ira sat down at the kitchen table.

It was the middle of summer, holidays, their children were with their parents. So Sveta and Ira had time to deal with their heart problems.

Gena was gone for a long time, he didn't answer calls.

Ira paced the room, restless, and constantly, vainly calling, either her husband's phone or Gena's phone. But neither of them picked up. Gena returned well past midnight. Together with Tolik.

Both – in an unrecognizable, and practically, incoherent state.

Although no, one of them still had some wits about him, as the other was hanging on him like a dead weight and it seemed he couldn't walk on his own anymore.

Gena, who turned out to be a bit stronger, or drank less, it doesn't really matter, carried Tolik, who was hanging on his shoulder and muttering something under his breath, into the apartment, and laying him on the sofa, turned to his wife.

— — Where did you find him? – Asked Svetlana, frowning at her husband.

— — Tomorrow, okay, everything tomorrow. – Gena, swaying, turned around, and finally catching his wife with his bleary gaze, stammered:

— — Are you coming, or...

— — To see you home?

— — No, I can... make it myself.

— — No, I'll still see you home! – Sveta said in a reproachful tone, and taking her husband by the arm, turned to Ira.

— — Don't lock up, I'll be right back, just take our 'peacemaker' home. Okay?

— — Okay. – Ira sighed and went to the living room to her husband, whom they had laid on the sofa.

Svetlana returned quickly.

— — So how is he. – Ira asked her sympathetically.

— — How! They got completely plastered! Just put his head on the pillow and started snoring. What a mess he is!

— — And mine is no better. – Ira said sadly, throwing a reproachful glance at her husband.

— — Well, yours is understandable, out of grief, but mine, what for! Out of joy or something!?

The women looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

— — I envy you, Svetka! – Said Irina when they stopped laughing.

— — What? – The friend was sincerely surprised.

— — Everything turned out smoothly for you with Gena, but for me...

— — But what about you?

Ira shrugged.

— — Only tomorrow will make it clear.

— — You know, I think everything will be fine, men are all like that, first shouting-fighting, then vodka, and apologies in the morning.

— — You think so!?

— — I know. – Sveta ended the conversation.

Ira was standing close to her friend and looking into her large green eyes.

Breathing became shallow, irregular.

Irina put her hand on her friend's waist, and she, barely noticeably shuddered, but didn't pull away.

Still looking into Sveta's eyes, Ira leaned towards her with her lips.

Now it was Ira who shuddered slightly when her thin lips touched Sveta's large, moist lips.

Irina's hand rested on Sveta's shoulder and began to move towards her long neck.

Svetlana sighed and embraced her friend, her tongue slipped past her teeth.

Passion in their embrace grew progressively, soon, they completely forgot about their sleeping husbands and Irina, without stopping kissing Sveta, began to free her from her blouse.

Sveta appeared before her beloved in a beautiful, lacy bra, tightly hugging her large breasts.

Just as easily, Ira freed her friend from her narrow skirt and now, the beauty Sveta stood before her friend, only in beautiful white lingerie.

Now Svetlana's hands set about freeing her beloved from her clothes. A silk shirt fell at the feet of the kissing couple.

Sveta's nimble hands skillfully unbuttoned Ira's jeans belt and they easily slid off her firm, smooth hips.

A couple of minutes later, two beautiful nymphs were kissing self-forgetfully, standing half-naked in the middle of the dark room.

They were dressed (or rather undressed) according to their type.

On Svetlana; white panties and a bra, on Irina; black. Lacy and semi-transparent lingerie.

It's unlikely any man could calmly look at these lovely women now if he saw them together. But fortunately for the kissing women, there were no witnesses to their actions.

Irina led Sveta to her bedroom.

Without stopping kissing, they collapsed onto the wide marital bed...

Sveta was awakened by the sun through the loosely curtained window, a bright ray hitting her right in the eyes.

Sveta felt the bed next to her and sat up abruptly.

The bed next to her was empty and already cold, Sveta, not understanding, looked around, however, she didn't have time to get scared.

A minute later, Ira entered the bedroom with a tray on which stood two steaming cups of coffee.

— — Good morning. – Irina said tenderly, smiling at her friend.

— — Good morning. Why didn't you wake me up, — Sveta said in an intentionally angry tone.

— — You were sleeping so soundly... — Ira began to justify herself.

— — And where is...? – Sveta looked meaningfully at the door.

— — He left.

— — How! Again?

Ira calmed her friend.

— — No, you misunderstood, he went to yours.

— — Yes!? And what for?

— — Well, why do men visit each other in the morning.

— — Ah, — Sveta guessed, — to cure himself?

— — Probably.

— — But... — Svetlana began to look for her things in confusion.

— — What. – Ira asked, tilting her head to the side.

— — But he saw me here!

— — Yes, he saw, he was the one who woke me up.

— — What o o!!? – Svetlana blushed.

— — I don't even know what your Gena told him yesterday, but in the morning he woke me up with a kiss, called me to the kitchen, and apologized for a long time.

— — !!? – Svetlana's eyebrows shot up.

— — Yes, imagine, he said he was wrong, that a woman is not infidelity, and all that, and then asked where your Gena is, I said; where else would he be, probably at home, and he, putting on sneakers right on his bare feet, went to your place.

— — But that's terrible! – Exclaimed Svetlana.

Now it was Ira's turn to be surprised.

— — What's terrible!?

— — He came in here, and I, here, NAKED!!!

— — Irina laughed with relief.

— — And you, are you embarrassed?

The friends looked at each other and suddenly, as if on command, burst out laughing.

— — Where are my clothes!? – Already in an artificially capricious tone, asked Svetlana.

Irina brought her face closer to hers and whispered in her ear:

— — In my closet.

— — What!?

— — Well, yes, you scattered them all over the room yesterday.

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