A few months ago Irina asked me to suck a cock. I did not want to simply refuse, so I asked if I could fuck her sister. Surprisingly she said yes. I never expected her to say yes, and never expected to come near her sister. 

Her sister moved into Irina's flat with her two children while her husband was still in Ukraine, fighting. 

Her children were in the nursery and I dropped by to fix a shower tap. I turned the main tap off and changed the tap. I went back to the main tap and turned it on. 

There was a scream and I rushed back to the bathroom.

Anya was pulling a wet top off. I could have turned away, but I pulled a towel down and gave it to her. I did not turn away. She dried herself, only then did she look at me. She held the towel to her breasts. 

I tried my luck. I held out my hand and took the towel in one hand. I did not pull the towel,  she just let go and displayed herself. She bit her lip and continued to look at me. She made a decision and pushed her wet skirt down. 

"I was cleaning the bath." She explained. 

"Should have told you what I was doing."

Anya took the towel again and continued to dry herself. She dried herself even when she was already dry. This time I took the towel gently and touched her still damp hair. She looked at me and accepted my kiss.

I gave her every chance to turn her back and walk away. She did not. I kissed her again and she slowly opened my shirt button by button. I touched her gently and when every button was open I led her to the bed.

She sat on the bed and hesitated.  I pulled my shirt off and unbuttoned my trousers. She just sat there and looked. I pushed my trousers down and removed them.

I think I could have eaten her, but I did not risk the smallest perversion.

I lifted her legs, swung her onto the bed and eased my cock into her. It was rock hard and she was wet. I fucked her gently. She came before I did.

When I spilt into her and lay beside her she spoke for the first time. "We should not have done that."

"Why not?"

"I'm married and you are with Irina."

"Irina will not mind and your husband is far away."

"I can't believe she will not mind."

"Ask her."

"No!" She said in Ukrainian.

"Up to you." I replied in the same language.

I was hard again and reinserted myself into her sloppy pushy. We both took a little longer to cum. 

I did not want to leave her. I enjoyed the warmth of her body and I did not want her to feel used. So I lay there with her head on my shoulder and an arm around her.

"I have to pick up the children." Anya explained as she pulled away from me.