My future husband was reliable, gentle, and even liked my mom. Although, to tell the truth, she was easy to please with such and such a daughter like me. Not a shout of admiration, but a sigh of relief from her. Well, let!

The first month of my acquaintance, he brought me to a party, home to his boss.

The views of his colleagues, admired, slightly slippery. Skirts, it turns out, I really go.

At some point I could not stand it and dragged my gentleman into the bathroom.

He touched me with his stubble and squeezed his hands so that I almost choked.
- Kiss Me. - I said out loud. He kissed obediently, deeply and strongly, but my mind did not want to shut off.

I remembered how Sanka once asked me:

“Is this how you think a man is different from a woman?”

I just smiled:

- Matter of course, than.

- Not! - The friend did not let up. - I'm not talking about physiology!

I shrugged.

- Men fuck, and women love! - she then went over, and it was useless to argue.

Why did I remember that awkward drunk conversation? Sanka, where are you now ...

I was thrown into heat, I wanted to refute the thesis of the old girlfriend right here and now, in the bathroom of his boss. I frantically began to cover my man with kisses and tried to tear off the sweater, pinning him to the washing machine. I already ran my hand into his jeans, but he stopped me and pulled out his palm, pulled back and looked into my eyes carefully:

- Not now. We can hear.

- Then let's go home. To hell with all of it!

- I cant. We just came.

- They will understand. All the same people.

- Who? Chef ?! I shouldn't have gone with you to the bathroom. Do not drink more today!

- Sorry…

We returned home and stood for a long time embracing. I breathed in the wet smell of his fur collar, but he still did not want to let me go. As a tame young one - sweet, grateful, with apologetic eyes. Submissively, he pulled off his jeans, remaining in family and a sheepskin coat. I laughed, and he ran his hand under my clothes and crumpled my chest for a long time and diligently. I breathed on my frozen palms and woke his dick until he finally got stronger. My future husband did not allow to undress, just put me on the table and pushed off the lace ribbon of underwear. I entered quickly and skillfully - no wonder: it was already an hour, how I was “under sauce”. Husband worked backwards, like a real cowboy, quickly discharged and buried his neck. Inside, everything was burning with a fading wait ...

Here it is my world, henceforth and forever ... The old, kind, sterile world from inhuman experiences. He is not afraid of "past me." He does not interest him. Or have I always been like this? But what about Sanka? Thoughts are confused from drunk champagne.

He made a solemn offer on the golden jubilee of his parents, and yes, it was even entertaining that I could predict his every step, almost every word.

And so, the family days began to flow, with a new, just taking on a routine that will probably be like cement in a year. He really tried to be a good husband and father for our son. Like a shogun, point by point

fulfilling all the rules of the personal family code. This was the end of the strength ... Daily, at first, sex, was twice as rare, and sometimes I was replaced by sofa and football. My tin soldier tried, I felt it. I praised his courageous hands and said that he was the best I was with.

“Tired” - tenderness overwhelmed me and some kind of motherly feeling for this big child, when I covered him, who was asleep, with a rug. Behind the back of the sofa, Sankin loomed in silhouette, a sad look asked:

- Are you happy, friend?

- Go away! - I hissed to phantom from my imagination and went to wash the dishes.

Having fulfilled all my duties as wives and mistresses, I sat down with a cigarette on the windowsill and dissolved in the silence of the night. On the balcony opposite, there was the same as me, the wife, breathing in the night air, after a day of evaluation “five”. She looked at me, I - at her. We smiled at each other. She took out a cigarette, but did not have time to light it. Her husband came out onto the balcony, gently but surely led the woman back to the apartment. Death boredom ...

I was sent on a business trip. I was nervous and rushing around the apartment in one sock, passing along the instructions to my husband and son. She cooked food for a week, ordered the child to be sent to her grandmother. Yes, the plumber will come on Wednesday ...

- Do not worry, dear. We are big boys, somehow we can handle it. - The smile made him look like a Cheshire cat.

Kiss husband, son, rush to the airport. The smell of thunder in the air. So, everything will be fine - I love the thunderstorm. The boss calls - everything is canceled, we agreed on an online conference. I hasten to please my husband - cell does not respond. Fell asleep again?

Frozen fingers open the door. It smells like coffee and cinnamon - the husband brings himself to life.

- Honey, I'm home! All canceled.

He comes out in the same family, some disheveled.

- Could even call!

- I've phoned…

He throws a displeased look somewhere off to the side. A woman's voice is heard:

- will you soon? The coffee will cool.

Frost on the skin. I was raped ...

- Where is the baby?

- By Grandma…

- Well, at least, took him, guessed!

- I'm not really ...

I am trying to take off my boots - I am stuck with a zipper. Spit on shoes, go to the room. He fearfully tries to block the doorway, but where is this cupboard in his underpants against my rabies?

Getting in. An oil painting: in bed, next to a coffee tray, with a thin pillow covered in a black underwear, she sits ... No, not she, but SHE.

- Sanka ?!

She rounds off her huge, unreal purple eyes.

- What?

- Sasha ...

She was always so fragile, like a skinny boy. She wore shirts in a cage, bag hanging on her and jeans her younger brother smoked roll-ups and really wanted to become a doctor. The first time I saw him (or call her what you want) when I was drunk and tried to drag me into the bushes of the elder class. She came out from somewhere behind the trees. A short, determined boy.

- Let her go.

- What do you need?

- She is one of ours.

- Well, of course! Dreaming!

The headman squeezed his elbow painfully. I didn’t think well, but when this little David drew a scalpel from his pocket and rushed desperately at the two-meter-high Goliath, they poured water over me like a tub. I broke loose and fell to the ground in a bag. The headman ran away, shouting something about maniacs.

Then Sanka rubbed my broken elbow with peroxide and scolded me because I kicked and yielded to the elder's persuasion. I did not want anyone like this man with serious eyes of a rare color ...

My parents found out about us, my mother screamed for a long time, and my father just put me in a car and took me to another city. Since then, I have not seen her, I only heard that she became a doctor, as she wanted.

My husband crawled into the room along the wall. I walked slowly to the bed, not taking my eyes off her, tried to take away the pillow.

- Katya?

- I…

Throwing a pillow, I squeezed Sasha so tightly, and she squeezed me. Even through all my clothes, I feel her heart pounding. Husband is foreign.

- What are you doing? Cach?

- Fuck off ...

I suddenly jumped up and lashed out with hugs at my husband.

- Do you even know, you are an idiot, with whom are you cheating on me here ?!

He is silently frightened.

- Of all the women of the planet you chose her, it was her!

I again return to Sasha, kiss her, and she me.

- You have changed!

- You too.

- And what about “Sasha in a plaid shirt”?

- It is not easy for him ... she had to. After all, even in the nuthouse my parents kept me, Kat.

- Cured?

We kiss again. I do not want to let her out of my hands. Husband offended shuffles from one foot to the other.

- Sorry, Kat, I did not know that he is your husband ... that he, in general, is married!

- And he did not know that I will return. But you do not sleep with men?

- Like you. Here, I decided to try ...

I do not want to let Sanka out of my hands. Let the husband watch.

He was first embarrassed.

- Give at least a tray will take.

Do whatever you want.

He ran out into the kitchen, as if scalded. And Sanka takes off my coat, finally the zipper boots finally give in. Sanya unbuttons my blouse, looking with his anime - with his eyes straight to the soul. I take off her bra and touch her chest: high, neat.

- She has become even more beautiful since then.

- Come on!

Sankin's cheeks are burning, and my hands continue to wear clothes from me: a skirt, stockings. I kiss her neck, earlobe, penetrate with a trembling hand over the delicate lace of underpants, while her hands tighten my thong.

A husband peeks into the room, but I cannot tear myself away from Sasha’s body in order to at least somehow react to him. My hand is already deep. Sasha bows and trembles, gratefully nestles against me with his whole body. In the hallway, the door slams her husband left, could not stand it ...

And Sanka, having recovered her breath, with might and main, takes me for not letting me escape, covers my legs, hips and stomach with kisses. Touches and strokes reddish hairs where there has recently been a neat intimate haircut.

- I overgrown, right?

- You are my goldilocks!

Sanka tickles and bites, sifts me with his tongue as if the breeder had brought out some new fruit, and now he is tasting it. Sweetly pulls in, while hands pressing me even closer to the lips. I mumble about pleasure, which has not been for years - dtsat. Exactly as much as Sasha did not see. Fireworks flash before my eyes, I wriggle, but strong hands do not let out - early. From heels, shins, thighs, abdomen — thin itchy threads are shot through from everywhere and rolled over the body in an orgasm, the vibrations of which do not have time to calm down as another shoots. I gently remove Sanka:

“We never got out of bed like that.”

“Where are we going to go now?”

Half an hour later, Sasha and I were drinking tea in the kitchen. Husband undresses in the hallway, said that he had returned only for things.

I embrace his offended torso, kiss the top of my head: