Well, everything is like that bearded joke and it was, one to one, e-my, shit!

I returned from the flight a day earlier. From a pier to each wheelbarrow docked. I ring, I ring at the door - no one unlocks it. I had to drop an army trunk from my shoulder, to look for my own keys, which are almost at the very bottom!

I unlock the door, in the apartment there is silence, I hear only - in the shower the water is noisy - my wash means, and in the hallway of sneakers other people, well, obviously not mine, fact, shit!

Well, I'm a calm man, with understanding. I know, if a lover, it is only in the closet or in the shower. I don’t have a place to hide at my house anymore, and you can’t move from the balcony - the 17th floor, na!

I’m so, this, calmly unlocking the doors of the locker: I’m standing, the passenger, fucking, what the mother gave birth to, holding onto the pipe.

“Che,” I say, “are you doing here?”

- In the tram food! Do not you see?

And the passenger is humor! This I immediately appreciated.

- Well, climb out, - I say, - arrived. The ultimate. Sram, on - cover, there is nothing for me to swing my arch-barking dick. - Towel extended to him. He took it, he himself pretends to be calm, he keeps everything under control, but he himself is tense, I immediately smelled it. The trick is waiting - when you surreptitously strike a blow. But only I am a good-natured man, although my face is consistent with my school nickname - Barmalei. They even tried to call me after the army — yes, it didn’t stick!

- Let's go, - I say, - in the kitchen, a passenger, we will drink chacha, the guys from Abkhazia brought me five liters. There and talk, how much.

He sat opposite me. I poured grapes brew into glasses. On the first startled. He drank - not frowned, norms, fucking!

He sits, his eyes buravit, I him. Nervous, nodules walk, muscles on tits twitches, and his figure is beautiful, muscles pumped up, raised, no wonder, that my Barbie fell under him. Scandinavian tattoos on biceps. On the wrist is a massive gold bracelet. Not a poor little boy. Sits, squeezed fists, a wedding ring on his right hand, but this is interesting, fuck, married chtol, or so, for a farce pinned?

I poured the second. Lip chewed and overturned silently. He repeated after me.

- How long have you been with Lenka?

- decently.

- Do you like it?

- Like!

- Do you love her?

- I do not know. Maybe.

- So get married then.

- She won't. Loves you

- Yeah! Loves! Just why did you fall under the flight, I often go to the flight?

- Yes, from this! Alone to her.

- And what's your wife doing to you?

“I don't love her.”

- Divorce?

- What for?

“Hm,” I thought, running my fist into the short hedgehog of hair. - Well, if so, then now together we will love my wife! Well you do not mind? You like her, you, apparently, too. I'm not a heartless brute, to hinder your happiness, however, according to the law, I also have to put my dick in her hole. How do you like this, huh?

He kept silent, only the bumps walk.

- Are you silent? Well, pour it then, and Lenka, for passion, - I put another glass on the table, - and I’ll go hurry, or something is washed for a long time!

I got up and went to the bathroom. He knocked lightly on the door, the water was no longer noisy.

- Linen? Come out! Do not be afraid! I hung out with your friend already.

Immediately the lock clicked, and the frightened cute face of my pupa appeared. Light platinum curls hang down to the shoulders (dry, and not even wetted), blue eyes glisten, and look tears from them flooded, that in your anime, fucking, long eyelashes clap, sponges - a la Angelina Jolie - tremble, well It did not go without silicone or botox, I dick understand these subtleties, she wanted, that pumped up, but I did not mind, the dough just fell off, all the same for her, my dear! A fly over the lip, like Madonna’s, but this is her own, birthmark - generic.

- Would you forgive me? - squeaked in a thin voice.

- Yes, I'm not angry! Well I am a man with understanding! I know that without sex for a long time unbearable. Come, have a drink, discuss the current political situation!

Uncertainly, she went to the kitchen, in a hastily silk robe thrown over a still wet naked body. I trailed behind, licking her figure. What can you say? She has very little mind in her head - a typical “blonde” (no offense is said to women with blond hair), well, at least she knows how to cook well, but the figurine is aerobatics. Well, I married her five years ago because I got married. I got used to me all the best was. A contract when in the Pacific Fleet he served as a boatswain, came to his native city, and immediately went to the dances, and there she was, like a nipple, and the jerks were spinning around her! Well, I had to overclock the punks, and she said, "Why, they say, are you offending my classmates?" I say, "How old are you?" Replies - "Eighteen ... will ... soon ... in three months." Well, I screwed up her, restaurants, flowers, cars, gold, fucking! When the money was! She was only 18 knocked, the wedding was played, for me it was over 30, it was time to settle down. True, I was discouraged, do not get married, they say, but only where there. As I saw her little figure, yes, my face, I forgot everything. Fell in love, fucking! That's it. Such, na, history!

Lenka sat at the table from the side, between us, but I shook my head.

- You sit on his knees sit down, sweetheart, what could it be, and I can see if this is real or not?

- Stas, do not ...

- Do what I command! - I looked at attention with a look that is better not to disobey, and Lenka obediently went to her young lover.

And you know, fucking, it is tempting to watch when a foreigner paws your woman in your presence, especially when you guess or know that she is cheating on you. I have already dick in shorts tense when she approached him.

The passenger didn’t do it at first, but she almost climbed onto his knees by force, and she also hugged her neck. Accepted the rules of my game, loaf!

- Well, duck and drink it would be necessary, and you, dear, even if it introduced us.

- Stas, this is Andrew. Andrei, this is Stas, - she said softly through her teeth.

- Well, Andrew, keep the dick cheerful! - I winked at him. - Be healthy, tramp! - I drank. Chacha was already pleasantly drunk, although in order to get drunk thoroughly I need to master more than one liter!

I looked and our passenger relaxed, hop and spread on him, and felt, a vagabond, that there was no danger from me, at least this time - no.

- Invented! - I so cheerfully cheraknul fist on the table, that my little lover did not fall! - Come on, Andryukha in her arms to fight! ArmRestle, fucking. Whoever wins will be the first to fuck our beauty! I agree?

Our guest was a few words, said nothing. But since he did not refuse, fucking mean, I agree.

I got up, the table across the kitchen unfolded.

- And you do not want to ask me? - this is suddenly my voice gave.

- Why ask you? You made your choice! Baba either gives or does not give. A man either takes or does not take. And nothing else, fucking! Point! Not us so wound up. Have you given both of us? Mean now and everyone can take on the right! Here only we will deal with the sequence! And you, while you bite at least slash! Your husband actually came back from the flight, probably hungry, eh?

My freaked out, with a lover jumped off, seeded to the table top, inflated lips. Worth cutting something. I went up, the robe on the buttocks pulled up,

- Look, - I say, - Andryukha! Sraka - the highest class, eh? I respect your taste and choice. - Attached lightly on the buttock of the palm (uprrrrugaya, fuck!), Even without a swing, but the slap turned out to be delicious, and the red five on white skin remained!

No, you do not think that I am a sadist, I never touched my wife and didn’t touch a finger, and she likes it when I slap her on the ass, well, I just have a heavy hand, so now ...

I removed the bottle and glasses from the table. Himself at the table sat comfortably. Elbow on the table uper, fingers spread. My opponent got close, also sat down more comfortably, stuck his elbow in the distance, also spread his five-sided, drunken look, but not blurred into me ...

fiddle For the first time, I looked at his face better; I looked at the scarred eyebrow, my ear was broken.

- Boxer?

- Boxer. CCM.

- I am a Greek-Roman 8 years old ...

We linked our fingers.

- Ready?

- Ready.

- Well, let's go, nah!

He immediately went on the offensive, relying only on force. Immediately obvious, young, fucking, impulsive. Under his pressure, my hand moved for 13 hours, and it stopped there. He still put pressure, but I just rested, waiting for his strength to run out and pressure to weaken. The muscles on the arms and shoulders swollen, the veins bulged, a drop of sweat spread across the bridge of the nose. Stuck, devil, but I’m not wrestling armwrestling champion of the Pacific Fleet in 1995. Seconds after thirty or forty hours of struggle, he passed the position and I gently, without theatrical jerks, shook him like a lever and gently leaned the back of my hand to the table.

- Sorry, bro, print the girl today to me!

He grinned, I did not understand - either he accepted my rules too, we started that, but I silently got up and scratched my belly in the shower. There, he threw off his dirty clothes, rinsed under a shower in a hurry, wiped away a drop of a towel and put on some shorts came out of the bathroom. My by the time something boiled, planed - it smelled awesome, I already have in my stomach, fucking, rumbled. But the grub is the second. I, n-nah, always, when I return from the flight, immediately, almost from my doorstep on the very eggs I plant for carnal hunger wears out more acutely than the stomach!

Well, I look, the passenger where he was sitting was sitting there, did not capitulate while the opportunity was. Well then according to my rules we finish the whole game!

On the table laid. My one is standing at the kitchen panel, her eyes lowered to the floor, the belt around her robe pulling. The passenger is also sitting silently, studying his fists.

Straight lambs, before that, how his ... well, dick with him. I, fucking, immediately on the attack, I went up to Lenka in the hair, pulled me and passionately into myself. You know, there is something these pumped up. I tongue into her mouth, she moans herself, and I’m already naming the buffer under her robe, here’s a threesome chest, I must say, she has her own, not pumped up anything, and stands like a teenager! ... I have an end He reared up, he rested her thighs. I pulled myself away from her and pulled me along. He himself flopped on the stool, and pulled her down so unobtrusively so that she sat down on my knees in front of me. Shorts undid, get the hell out, well, I think in this situation, the gesture is not at all ambiguous. My girl was obedient, she doused her lips with her lips and plunged her in her mouth. I already closed my eyes with pleasure. And then I open my eyes, and the passenger stares at us, ohrenevshimi eyes. I forgot about him and you know, I felt some kind of buzz from the fact that during the sex someone is nearby. And my trying, play, head smacks, that our guest already fidgeted with impatience.

- Pour it, - I say, - bye, Andryukha! Have a drink. Then it will not be so.

We clinked drunk. I had a fried eggplant snack - my slices his mugs, fries and mayonnaise - mmm, zakachatshsya.

Then he gently pushed his hair away and asked me to rise with a gesture. He rose himself from the stool, turned her back to himself and opened her robe in front of Andryukha. Mine was twitching to hide behind, but I caught her hands.

- What are you, - say, - shy? All yours.

I look at Andryukha, she is eating her eyes straight. It’s her body, of course, isn’t new to him, but nobody has shown it to SO. I squeezed my tits before our guest, teared my nipples (my knees started to shake), and I put two fingers into my crotch, and she’s wet there like a bitch.

Well, in one motion I pulled off her dressing gown, bent the cancer at the table and entered it with a jerk - I just sank !! She also put her elbows on the table and swayed about half a meter from her lover, and he doesn't know where to look, then swaying on her tits, then on a fucking face (and she always has one in her when the piston goes in her). Well, I regretted the guy.

- Take in his mouth with him, what the guy torment? Andryukha, reach out, join, what if it is not native then? Surely more than once she gave her for the cheek, and Len?

She replied something inarticulate, so I asked again.

- What are you saying?

- Dawa-al!

- Not once?

- N-no. Not work! Mmmm. Stas. Deeper. Ahhhhhh

- Swallowed him?

- Y-yes-ah!

Strange situation, but it inflamed me even more and turned on sex, and not on conflict.

Here, my wife also showed my initiative, extended her hand and grabbed Andrew by the towel wrapped around her waist and pulled to her. He obeyed and rose from the stool. My stories immediately pulled off a towel from him and in front of her pretty face loomed such a big noodle with a forked head ball. His brows and eggs were shaved and the end, twined with veins, raised impressively, trembling, over the stomach covered with relief press cubes.

My, as if nothing had happened, took him in her hand, spitting on the head affectionately masturbating with a familiar movement and immediately took it deeply in her mouth.

From the incident a second flash of rage filled my eyes with blood, and I already wanted to transfer my hands from her thighs to my neck and roll it, but then my faithful woman covered a powerful orgasm and she squeezed my vagina with my muscles inside her, from which the rage immediately changed with my own orgasm and I ended almost at the same time as her. After shooting, I took out the penis, and right after him, a stream of sperm immediately flowed out of Lenkina’s hole: a part of it splashed on her hips and flowed down to her knees, and a part of it flowed out on my palm, and I smeared it on my wife's ass, then sat down to catch my breath, and Lenka, already recovering from the orgasm, continued to give blowjob to Andrei, leaning his stomach and elbows on the table.

Incredible tiredness suddenly rolled over me, I leaned my heated back and nape against the cool wall and closed my eyes. A few seconds later, feeling that I was falling asleep, I uncoupled my eyes with force and drank chacha into glasses without drinking any glasses, Andryukh still didn’t have to do that now, his eyes were rolling, but it’s not surprising that my bitch does a very good-quality blowjob with silicone lips.

- I guys went to sleep. Have fun here yourself - I lightly slapped my wife on the ass, but she did not even notice, she was so passionate about being a member of her lover, and the hell with her. I barely reached the bed and collapsed into a deep, disturbing sleep.

During the night I woke up a couple of times. For the first time, my lovers talked quietly in the kitchen, and in the second, I whined and breathed often, I think Andryukha again humored her there, in the kitchen. Young - insatiable, fuck that really! And I fell asleep again.

In the morning a pleasant (traditional - I will not hide) awakening awaited me. Lenka diligently, deeply and savory, my standing member in her mouth, spitting on the head of viscous saliva and swallowing again - all I love! Guilt, probably smoothing down!

I pretended to be asleep and violently poured into her mouth, shoving sending all new portions of viscous sperm, shooting her in the palate and tongue. She was moaning sweetly, and when I finished, I sucked out the remaining seed, which I played a little with, spitting out a thin stream on the head and licking it again (I watched it through the slits of my eyes). Having played enough, she swallowed every drop, licked the penis almost dry, and moved to the testicles, taking them in her mouth, sucking and rolling her tongue.

I stopped pretending and opened my eyes, silently watching her with interesting things, but she got so carried away that she noticed my awakening only a few minutes later.

- Good morning! - she smiled!

- Good! - I replied, smarting.

- How did you sleep?

- Sucks! Neighbors fucked half the night, disturbed sleep! - I quipped, hinting at Lenka and Andrei.

- Well Staaaaas! Do not be angry! - She pouted her lips, downcast eyes. - I was mistaken. Stumbled. It happens to everyone. You might think you never changed a single person on your flights!

- I have never burned you, that is the difference! ..

Are you cutting?

- Stas? What will happen now? After yesterday? After all? Will you leave me? - there were tears in her eyes ... or just a good female game for the public.

- You will not get it! - I smiled! - Let yesterday's serve you as a lesson! And at the same time a surprise. After all, you’ve been killing me for a long time on MZHM, that’s your dream come true, fuck! Well come here! - I patted the mattress around me and she obediently crawled towards me.

Having wrapped her thick hair in a fist, I looked at her for a long time without blinking into her eyes, and then I kissed her wet lips.

Crying and panting, I pulled her head lightly by the hair and said:

- I want anal!

My not very willing to give me in the ass, but then she seemed to be supposed to make amends, and I did not miss the chance to take advantage of it.

She obediently jumped off the bed, sat on the bedside table and opened a drawer. Having fished out a tub with anal lubricant and a dark purple dildo, she handed them to me, and she herself assumed the appropriate knee-elbow position, turning her ass to me. The preparation process took some time, but we rarely used her tight hole, and so that there was no discomfort for anyone - I first stretched it with my finger, then gently injected it with a dildo and masturbated her butt with this silicone piece, and then I could easily get into this tight hole dick.

Sex was at its best, but I still was not satisfied - morally. Something I missed. Maybe it was necessary to smash up a face yesterday to this Andrew and the matter with the end, well, I would also try my ass, tryndyuley, you see, everything would have settled down in its place. And now, it seems to be mine, but it seems that it is not mine, fucking. And time is lost - after the fight, the fists do not swing.

But if I confess to myself honestly, I was not at all confused by this! Again, I wanted to share my wife with another guy, and Andrei was quite a suitable candidate, not some kind of sucker, a normal guy with the appearance of something like that. Then one crazy idea struck me.

- Linen? - I called. - Lena? - I had to shout over the noise of a working hairdryer.

The noise subsided and after a moment her cute face appeared in the doorway.

- Called, Stas?

- Get ready, let's go!

- Where? We haven't had breakfast yet.

- And call your Andryukha!

- Andrew? What for? What are you going ...

“Call, tell me soon we will come to visit them,” I impatiently interrupted her in mid-sentence.

- To them? You what Stas, why? You are crazy? I promised we were more ...

“Did I ask you for this promise?”

- I.e. In terms of. Like this? - she clapped Barbie dolls with her heavenly eyes and stared at me in bewilderment.

- So it is! - I snapped. - Call me!

- But Stas, why bother with them. There after all his wife. She doesn't know anything. Why are you ...

- So tell her everything! This is unfair! We three know, but she is not? Not honestly it turns out somehow.

- You are crazy! Why are you so?

- Do not be scared! Said call me! Your case is small, truncated? - she hesitated. - Well! - I shouted at her.

Brushing tears from her cheeks, she sharply turned and went into the next room. After half a minute she talked mutedly on the phone.

Andrei and his wife lived in the old town, occupied a half-house with an attic and a small area dotted with colorful bright colors. Andrew himself, who met us at the gate, was tense and laconic. He shook my hand tightly and silently went into the house.

- We say that you used to work together? - Begging eyes, Lenka whispered. - Such a story, eh?

- Not a story, but a legend! - I shook my head - look, fuck!

- Well, Stas ..., - my beloved began to moan, but I did not have time to answer her, because the wife Andrei appeared.

- Hello! - politely greeted the woman who came out on the porch.

I think she was a couple of years younger than me and much older than Andryukha, although she looked very pretty, fresh and interesting. Medium height, strong build - not full, but without excessive slimness. Slightly wavy brown hair falls to the middle of the shoulders, on the cheeks are dimples from a smile, big four-green eyes look affable and with interest. Cosmetics on the face is not (or so skillfully applied that I just did not notice), but, I confess, it is not needed. Open summer dress-dress with a deep neckline emphasizes elastic chest, tearing out. On the neck is a thin gold chain with a cross. Her voice is deep, deep and melodious.

- Good day! - I smiled with my best smile, which I was capable of with my Barmaleysky physiognomy! - A beautiful hostess is quite consistent with such a beautiful and well-kept home.

- Thank! - embarrassed the woman. “But I’m mostly afraid of Andrei’s merit.” He really helps in everything.

- I - Stas, and my wife Elena. - I presented both of us gallantly, my only in silence was beating with puppet eyes and nervously swallowing. Well, still, fucking, nose to nose with her lover's wife to face. If it comes to makhacha, then the weight categories are clearly not in favor of Lenka.

- Very nice! And I'm Allah. Or just Alya.

- I have not met such a name, only in books!

- Love to read?

- Rather, forced! I am a sailor. And in the sea of ​​entertainment a little, just for a book and shorter time.

I looked into Alla’s face with an interesting and open face, and somehow I plunged into it from the first words. You know when you understand from the first words that this is your man. But then Andryukha appeared with a not very cheerful mine and a stack of plastic garden chairs.

The table was set on the street, under the old gnarled apple tree.

My wife and Alla went to the kitchen to help. Andrei brought a bottle and piles, poured ice vodka.

- Why did you come? He said quietly.

- Yes, so miss you! I wanted to get acquainted with your wife.

- met?

- I got acquainted. Yes, you do not get excited! Sit a bit and leave. I do not wish your family evil!

- Oh well! - he grinned and drank without clinking glasses!

I wanted to tell him all sorts of things, but then I just waved my hand. After all, he himself could have been in his skin, I’m not a saint either, and how I would have behaved in such a situation ... But the devil knows, fuck!

We sat quietly. On the table simple snacks. The three of us drank vodka (washing it with juice like a cocktail and tsedit), Alla drank white wine, and then, more likely for politeness, she would sip and dismiss.

I was in the mood, in shock, Alla merrily poured over my jokes, but our Lovers were sullen and with sour mines. Well, what do I, nah, have to pay for the pleasure, but they got a low price, they ran into a sale, so to speak, for a sale! So let them not rave!

The first Andryukha could not stand it. I got up from the table, apologized, saying that he had an order for today, after five the client will come to him (and he works as a car mechanic at home) - and went to his garage.

Then, and my beginning to wail, they say, let's go home, my head hurt! But fucking reluctant to go nowhere to me, somehow it seemed comfortable to me in Alla’s company, and at home, what ... again thoughts that my wife teaches me the horns? Well, I'll begin to plump, but this, nah, and all, comrades, is fraught.

Alla rescued, offering to lie down on Lenka to rest on the veranda, and made her mint tea, saying that he would relieve any pain!

My realized that I was not going to go anywhere, and went to the veranda doom. After about five minutes, Andrei slipped into the house - we can out of need there, or wash our hands, or maybe for some other purpose. Well, nothing, let him whisper!

I poured vodka, Allah refreshed the wine and offered a toast to friendship. To my surprise, Alla drank to the bottom and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, crunching freshly on a cucumber.

- And you, Alla, in this area, means, have lived all my life?

- And there is. As a newborn in this house was brought from the maternity hospital, I still live to this day.

“Ah, Uh ...?” I already wanted to ask about the children, but I realized that somehow tactlessly I waved my hand. - Come on, I am. Beautiful area here. I rarely ...

I am here, we live in new residential districts. Or maybe Alla, will you give me a tour of the area? What is sitting at the table?

She carefully, but with a smile, looked at my face and nodded:

- I'm not against. I will tell Andrey only and change my clothes.

- And let Lena rest there. Yesterday I was only from the flight, so she lost her mind yesterday.

- Give me 10 minutes to pack?

- This is a record-short term. Speeding while the time in the shade.

Alla retired, shaking her sharp hips and geometrically regular hemispheres of the buttocks, and I wondered what to do next.

To admit, when we went to Andryukha, I didn’t have any clear plan, just a confused step - that’s what I’m used to. The main thing is to get involved in a fight, and there it is according to the situation!

I wanted to see what his wife was, if he cheated on her. And I wanted to see how lovers would behave. In the end - I looked, and what's next?

Thoughtfully, I mechanically splashed vodka for myself and screwed the cork on the bottle, reached for the glass, when I heard Alla’s voice behind my back:

- Drink alone? Then let me splash for the company too.

I shuddered in surprise and turned around. Alla (who already seemed very nice to me) was transformed even more. The hair is tucked into a lush tail, but small wavy strands frame the oval of the face, eyelashes and pale pink gloss on the lips are slightly tinted. She is dressed simply, but impressively. A short denim skirt that reveals mid-thigh elastic smooth legs of light coffee color, open shoes with a square heel, well-groomed marigolds on the legs, covered with a dim varnish, white T-shirt with the inscription SURFING on a high elastic chest. On the forearm ladies handbag. All this complements the unobtrusive delicate aroma of summer perfume.

I splashed her wine, got up and we drank drunk clumsily!

- For the hostess! - I said belatedly.

- Thank you - Alla answered with one lips, and I passionately wanted to cling to those lips with a long, greedy kiss.

Alla went along the path to the gate, I followed. I noticed some movement with my side vision, and turning around, I saw Lenka standing by the window of the veranda and gazing at me with a disdainful look.

Alla and I walked along the sidewalk cracked from time to time along the narrow street of the private sector. Modern mansions alternated there with miserable shacks, many courtyards were well-groomed and fragrant with flowers, others were simply elaborate, and others were neglected.

Somehow, as a matter of course, Alla took my arm, we slowly walked along the shady side of the street, and I carefully listened to her stories.

- ... there was a school, I studied in it until the 8th grade, and then the school was closed and I went to the city to finish my studies. And in that house the priest lives, a local father. Judging by the situation is not poor enough ...

Alla told me, and I inwardly trembled, feeling her closeness, the hotness of her skin, when she held my arm, my elbow pressed against the side of her chest. Her shoes were booming against the asphalt.

After a few blocks, we turned onto an inconspicuous path and found ourselves in an old square. The sun was weakly making its way through the dense crowns of trees, painting the footpaths with bright sunspots. We passed a pond overgrown with water lilies and sat down on a wooden bench darkened by time.

Alla stretched her slender legs, and I did not deny myself the pleasure to admire them. And then she completely unhooked the straps on her shoes and took off her shoes, putting her bare feet over the shoes. Dint of straps imprinted on light skin and I terribly wanted to run my fingers over it. I forcefully drove these persistent thoughts out of my head.

We briefly fell silent, looking at the green water of the pond and the lonely swan dipping his head into the water at the opposite shore.

- It seemed to me, you want to say something. Or talk about something? Alone ... - Alla said, giving me a quick glance.

I didn’t want to deceive and invent false versions on the go, Alla turned out to be a rather insightful woman. But I didn’t know what to say either. Therefore, he continued to sit, leaning his back, arms crossed over his chest and staring at the yellow water lily on the pond.

I already regretted that I started all this, but there was no way back.

Alla, without waiting for any answer from me, began to tell herself.

- I began to notice this eight months ago. He has become different. I will not say that I have become worse off or have become less attentive. But something has changed. I can not explain, female intuition - you know? I realized that he has another. But ... well, is it important? I have nothing to reproach him for, although, of course, I care about all this, but I don’t want to go down to surveillance and some kind of check. If he does that, then he needs it. So something in me is missing him. But my scandals and offenses will not lead to anything good anyway ... But why you came to us today is a mystery to me. I'm sure it was your idea, but why? You are men and your actions are sometimes very difficult to understand. What did you want to see? Hold a confrontation? Arrange public disassembly? Or was it such a check for your wife? I can not understand you. And since everyone knows everything, what will happen now? What's next?

- We will be friends families, - I blurted out at random, the first thing that came to mind.

She attentively looked at me with witch-like dark green eyes, in the corners of which wrinkles gathered, her lips twitched in a barely perceptible smile and she suddenly said:

- It is a pity that I did not meet you ten years ago, Stas! - and after a bit of silence, and looking no longer at me, I quietly asked towards the pond. - And what do you want to revenge them?

- Not! I had such an idea when I was driving here, but then, you know ... I do not need such revenge! I just want you! Like a woman. No other subtexts, someone's insults and retaliatory steps.

She again looked at me with interest, a slight smile wandered on her lips, and barely noticeable little stars sparkled in her eyes. I pulled her and kissed her on the lips, and at the same time she threw her arms around my neck and pressed tightly without opening her lips.

Her lips were soft and kind of alive, quivering, sensual. Kissing them turned out to be a pleasure, and we sat on a forgotten bench of a half-abandoned public garden and, like teenagers, kissed each other. Alla climbed onto a bench with her legs and I stroked the warm skin of her hips and knees. In her waking up and growing desire. Something else restrained her, but this invisible barrier, with every second melted under the onslaught of the rising fire of passion.

She was reclining on my forearm and looking up at me. The lips swelled from kisses were scarlet on his pale face, and I wanted to bend over to kiss them again and again.

- You said you want me? I would not agree if you really just wanted revenge, but I feel you really have no such desire. This is not revenge! And I ... I'm ready to go with you. Where will you call! I agree! - the last words she already uttered in a whisper, and her drooping eyelids were a signal for my new kisses!

Reluctantly breaking the bond of our lips, and wiping the wet mouth with the back of my hand, I got up from the bench (imperceptibly for Alla having straightened a member in my trousers) and pulled my mobile out of my pocket.

- One call and go.

When I put the phone to my ear, Alla looked at me as if she wanted to ask something, but at the end of the line they answered and I turned away.

- How are you doing? - I asked without greeting. And having heard a not very joyful voice, he continued, “Okay, take a rest. I give you tomorrow leave. I'll be back after lunch and ... do not poke your nose at the dacha! What? She is with me. It does not matter! Everything! Tomorrow we will talk! Andryukha tell me not to worry!

I turned off the phone, turned to Alla and looked straight into her eyes and smiled.

- We are going?

“Have you settled everything?”

- I think yes!

She shrugged and buttoned the straps on her shoes rose from the bench, pulling it down ..

skirt.

After seven and a half minutes later, we got into a taxi on an adjacent street. Crossing that same park, I could not restrain myself and once again pulled Alla close to me and buried in her hair again fell down to her quivering lips!

In general, I did not want to take her to my home, and the plan was different, but I had to take the keys to the boathouse, where I wanted to go with Alla, and I did not want to leave her on the street.

Upon entering, she looked at our modest accommodation with Lena with interest.

Passing past the bedroom, she lingered, and looked at the wide bed. I think she was tempted to say, “So where did all this happen?”, But she restrained herself. Quickly leaving the necessary things in the army trunk, and taking the keys, we left the apartment, having stayed there for barely more than five minutes.

The sun was at its zenith, and while I was roasting juicy steaks on the grill, sitting in a rectangle shaded by my boathouse, Alla basked in a chaise lounge on the afternoon sun. Of course, she didn’t have a swimsuit with her, so she was in black panties and her light-colored T-shirt tucked up on a tight tummy right up to her chest, and I didn’t take my eyes off her stunned legs bent at the knees with matte, shiny tanned skin. All this was already after we ... uhh ... arrived. And an hour and a half before that, as soon as I opened the door of the room, we entered the dark cool of the boathouse, as they attacked like hungry vampires. I did not expect such agility from a woman, at first glance (in their home) that seemed to me unhurried, measured. The spontaneous impulse represented her in a completely different light, and I was now looking at her from a different angle, from a different angle, like a predator, sleeping for a while in a calm woman’s body.

There she pulled me to her and stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around her neck as she was almost a head shorter. Our lips blindly touched, opened their lips and literally joined each other, like molten metal! My hands squeezed her breasts, elastic like a volleyball ball, which made her shudder and growl quite, and under the thick, rough fabric of a lace bra, I felt her elastic nipples harden and swell. I also crawled to the touch with my palms on my thighs, over this smooth as hot ice skin, lifting up the coarse denim skirt fabric. Alla, meanwhile, without fuss, quite skillfully undid the belt and buttons-bolts on shorts on me and pulled them along with melting to her knees.

“Enter me,” she snarled, interrupting the kiss for a moment, and digging into my lips again with a vengeance. I gave up trying to find the gum of her panties in order to pull them off, but also habitually tearing the underwear in half, as I do with my wife, I also did not dare, so I just hoisted the girl by the hips on the bollard, which just rested on her buttocks and barely spread her legs I pushed her panties to the side. My fingers slipped in the moist flesh of the labia, and I was surprised to see tough pubic curls like a small line — I had already forgotten when I last had a girl with hairs there, and this further strengthened my desire. Member blindly stuck in the edge of the thigh, but then slipped into the right hole and was literally dragged into her vagina, as if pomp. Damn ... and this is an indescribable feeling when he plunges into a languid slippery mink, and hot quivering flesh envelops him from all sides, and this mutual pleasure, mmmm, I love it, fucking!

Alla clutched with strong handles above my elbows and with each friction moved me to meet. Under the weight of her body, the bedside table creaked and wobbled, and Alla moaned loudly and languidly, as soon as the member sank into it, reaching the dark depths of the vagina, as far as the length allowed.

- In me ... only ... don't finish ... ah! Yes? Lad bottom? Tell me when?..

- Almost.

- Take out!

I obediently slipped out, expecting her to take in her mouth, but instead she leaned back, sat down on the nightstand, pressed her back to the wall and pulled her hips toward herself, squeezed the penis between her bent knees. From her fast rubbing movements with her knees tightly closed, I ended up clamped by her elastic smooth legs. For me it was a novelty and the orgasm was just as good as if I had finished it or my mouth.

- Shot? - In a sly whisper, she asked, gleaming white eyes in the darkness. - Liked?!

- Yes! - only I could exhale breath. - And you?

- What?

- Finished?

- Uhh! She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall. - Yes! Two times in a row. While you scammed me. Long time this was not.

The smell of semen was in the air, the sweat of our bodies, its perfume — the smell of sex.

- I need to wash the legs. And not only. Can it be here somewhere? - Saying this, Alla spread her hips and took the already falling wet member in her hand. With the other hand, she ran between her knees, where, as you might guess, the drips of sperm gleamed, and bringing her to her face sniffed with interest, and then licked wet fingers. From this, my dick again began to swell in the female hand, to which Alla said rather to him than to me:

- Not now, buddy. Not all at once!

Steaks that evening was a success, as was the evening, the night and half the next day. We did not get out of bed and fucked, barely appeared forces. And we talked a lot, as is usually the case with people close to them: about everything and about nothing. We swam in the bay naked under the moon and I gently loved her on the beach on a wet towel. We bathed in the shower together. Together, we ate fruit right in the bed, licking each other's wet fingers and sipping sour champagne straight from the bottle ...

It's been a couple of days since that trip. My kind of at first pretended to be sulking, but this is more for order. A couple of times went to the shops for her favorite shopping, spent money. We sat in the restaurant and as if, fuck, nothing happened. And here we are already expelling a noisy company of our friends from the apartment, and I still click the door in the hallway, and Lenka is already pulling my jeans off and takes me in the mouth, right there in the hallway, and pleases me until I fill her Barbie face with thick sperm cream

Nevertheless, I continued to think about Alla and meeting with her. Everything was looking for a reason to fuse Lenka to Andryukha, and to invite my new girlfriend with a fluffy pussy again. I think Lenka was drying in his own way, Andrew, but we didn’t start a conversation about this anymore, although we should have talked about it.

Alla called me on Thursday evening, Lenka was just busy in the kitchen and I was sitting with a beer at the telly.

- Hello! You can speak - with a patter and somehow scared, she asked quietly.

- Hello! Yes, I can, - I was delighted, but on the automatic machine I looked at the door to the room: is there Lenka there?

- You know, I did not think that I would say this, and I would not have followed, but ... I miss.

- Listen, I have the same, I think about you, although ... you know ...

Both of us were silent for a while not knowing what to say.

“We can still see each other.” Though not for long? - the first violated Alla silence.

- I think yes. I'm looking for options and it seems there is one idea. You ... uh ... are you free at the weekend?

- We?

- Yeah.

- Yes, like nothing planned.

- Well, do not plan. I have an idea! I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

- Okay!

- Bye then?

- Goodbye!

In the evening of the same day, we lay a jack on a wide bed in front of a TV set. Lenka was a short robe, putting my feet on my dick and poking into my cell, and I watched a movie, sometimes casting a thoughtful look at her. Finally, I could not stand it:

- Linen? What's up there? Andryukha that you write sms?

She just threw a crafty look at me from under her long eyelashes and smiled slightly. Having added the message, she put the phone aside and opened the floors of her short robe. Spread legs, flashing pink crotch stripes and laughed in a thin voice:

- Stasik? And leash me here, pozhalayusta! - And at the same time her thin finger with a turquoise manicure lay exactly on the clitoris.

From this I never rolled back and after a moment I kissed it wide ...

tongue along the lips, around the clitoris, penetrated into the vagina and fell below, caressing the tip of the tongue a little nutlet of her anus.

Later, when I put my wife on my stake, winding her hair into a fist and crushing her with my body, I suddenly froze and asked:

- Linen? Come on Saturday on a yacht ride. Let's go fishing. Will we call friends?

- Valery with Neley what? - she was breathing heavily and was unhappy that I stopped the act in full swing, her lips were swollen and sweat glittered on her chest.

“No, not them,” I walked in a couple of times and came out with sharp, deep jerks, from which she groaned and leaned forward.

- And ... and whom?

- Friends. - I said softly, starting slow, short pendulum-like movements in her, from which she fidgeted, since this reception was a real torture for her.

- what? She breathed.

- Andryukha with Alla! - And I abruptly entered the entire depth.

- Oh! - Only she could answer.

- You do not mind? - I began to increase the pace.

- I do not know-ah-ah! Yy! - she clung with thin fingers to the sheets, crushing her and shook her head from side to side, being in a pre-orgasm condition and I allowed her to get it! Lenin caviar tightly closed behind me and she pressed me into myself, trying to plunge even deeper. In a few pushes, I myself came to the end, pouring hot seed deep into my wife's bosom.

And she did not have time to recover after an orgasm, still squeezing hard nipples in wet fingers, as I pushed a smartphone to her with the words:

- Call Andryukha. Let them come to ten at the boathouse on Saturday. Well, you take it with you. On the beach in short. - Her legs broke open behind me and I slipped out of the warm mink, followed by droplets of sperm, and immediately sank into the sheets.

While Lena dialed the number, I went to the shower.

The weather that Saturday was excellent, as it should be at the end of August, warmly, without sweltering heat, with a light refreshing wind. Our newly minted friends and lovers in one person arrived without delay. True, Andryukha was sullen as always, and Alla was shy (she shyly hid her eyes and tried not to meet her eyes with anyone). My Lena, on the contrary, was on the rise in the morning, she was throwing a dragonfly and was constantly rattling something. I ... well, what am I, and as usual ... Andryukha was wearing shorts and a wrestling t-shirt, just like me, only I was wearing a white T-shirt. Lenka, too, in short shorts from the “all ass for show” series and a pierced-navel topic, and Alla had a light, short sundress under which were tied to a lilac swimsuit around her neck. All immersed in the yacht, which I watched over the past five years, since its owner - my classmate Leva Bergman moved to Israel for permanent residence, and set off in silent silence.

But I know that, fucking, how to cheer people up. He put on his captain's cap, put an unresolved tube in his mouth, and his aviators' eyes on his eyes stood up at the wheel. While leaving the bay, Lenka was puzzled to cover a small buffet table. Wine, fruit, champagne, chacha (still the same). And then, moving away enough from the coast, I dropped anchor and joined the company. They drank on the first, on the second, on the third, and there the conversation gradually began to warm up. And Alla's eyes glittered (she looked at me all the way), and Andryukha thawed out, and mine (I understood, the bitch that I started) - sort of by chance, she touches his hand when she passes by, then she will rest on her shoulder pass on. Well, I decided not to get lost, though not so publicly yet. He waited for everyone to disperse, approached Alla (she stood at the side at the side and looked at the bay) put her hand on her buttock and squeezed lightly. Alla realized that it was me not turning my head, only for a moment she pressed herself to me sideways, but ran her head over the ear and just gently pulled it away.

- Do you like it?

Here, for the first time, she looked straight into my eyes.

- Highly! - uttered only lips. - Thank you!

Then Andryukha and I went spinning on the nose and the girls, spreading out on the stern, the sun loungers got bare to swimsuit and lay down to sunbathe (and it was even audible how lazy they were thrown with rare phrases). We, too, with Andryukha, didn’t say that the conversation was especially talked about, but still they weren’t silent, they found a common topic: about sports, about service, about work. And the catch went, I almost caught it in my ear, as I heard Lenka’s not very slim voice:

- Boys? And we want a martini cocktail.

- Come on, have a drink. - I called Andrew and we went to the women's society.

Ice was needed for a cocktail, and even the decanter with chacha was already coming to an end, so I went to the small galley in the fridge, and when I came back, I just let myself out for the first moment (maybe even opened my mouth): Lenka sat on Andrew’s lap, hugging him by the neck and chirping something cheerfully in his ear, and he did not lose his head, put his arm around her waist. Just now I noticed that Alla was standing a few steps away and also looking at them with a misunderstanding (probably she for some reason went to the stern while I was going down to the cabin and were stunned by what I saw with her almost simultaneously). I caught Alla's glance and smiled making a hand sign: they say, someone had to start.

Alla and I approached the table at the same time, as if nothing had happened. Lenka was silent for a moment, but Andrei asked something from her and she continued to chatter softly in his ear.

I made martini cocktails, poured chacha, while Allah sliced ​​a watermelon and a melon (I still looked wary at the huge knife in her hands, but fortunately she was quite good at controlling herself).

- Well, comrades! - I proclaimed the beginning of a toast, and our little doves even pulled away from each other and turned all their attention to me! - I propose to drink for you, for us and for all of us (I looked around the whole company with a glass). For this wonderful day! For the weather and for the ear that we will soon cook!

All clinking glasses shouted Hooray!

I greedily bit the slices of juicy melon, the juice of which ran down my hands when Alla leaned toward me and whispered:

- Show me where the toilet is?

I nodded, setting the half-eaten slice aside, took a quick glance at our little doves, who were so busy with themselves that they didn’t even pay attention to our departure and went after Alla to the ladder leading to the cabins, staring at her iridescent elastic buttocks and thinking how best to drag her in bed after she leaves the restroom. Meanwhile, having passed the ladder and going down, Alla turned abruptly toward me, and pressed against the wall, finding my lips with her moist lips with a sweet watermelon flavor. Her hand darted down, grabbing me between my legs and squeezing painfully, that I was already crouched, and she realized that she overdidded her grip and then let go of my lips and whispered:

- Sorry!

- Come on! - I grabbed her arm and pulled into the cabin. The testicles stuck to her pleasantly ached and would rather discharge them.

I threw Alla on the bed, from which the sundress opened wide exposing her full legs and lilac bathing shorts. I leaned on top of trying to pull off her panties with one hand, the other to unbutton my shorts and my face buried between the elastic hemispheres of my breasts.

- Wait! Do not rush! Wonderful you. We have time. - Alla whispered withdrawing my blindly confused hands that only interfered with her. Finally, I understood what she wanted and stopped interfering with her, and she immediately pulled off her swimming trunks and spread her legs wide apart. The body under the panties was a white, unburned skin, and the curls of hair invitingly darkened the pubic, but the hairs along the sponges were removed. Well, below Alela is insatiable and hungry, calling me like a bizarre fantastic jellyfish, her juicy plump vulva. I leaned and ran my tongue over the tender coral flesh. Alla fluttered and pulled my head closer to the crotch. For a long time I caressed her with my tongue, doing such feints that she never dreamed of; she only squirmed beneath me languidly moaning and gasping for air. Then her hands invitingly pulled me upstairs and I quickly freed myself from shorts and swimming trunks literally stuck into her with my rearing ..

pin ...

We probably returned to the deck in about fifteen minutes, or maybe we were gone a little longer. Both reddened, covered with perspiration, Alla was in a hurry to fix her hair. But as I noticed, Lenka and Andryukha didn’t waste their time either: she hastily straightened the leotard of her bathing suit, and when she got out of the chaise longue, he had an erect penis under his shorts. Without saying anything, they went to the cabin, and we settled in the lounge chairs, I just mentally waved my hand at the crumpled bed, which we never straightened after the hurried comfort.

Alla and I clinked glasses and drank, seizing slices of watermelon, which she cut with a knife from a large lobule and gave them to my mouth with our own hands.

And then it was light, and the four of us sat at a table on a drifting yacht, ate a delicious rich soup (I confess, after sex appetite was terribly agitated), drank alcohol, there were all sorts of other snacks, mostly vegetables and seafood. We animatedly chatted and somehow, as a matter of course, broke into pairs: I am with Alla, and Andrei is with Lena. Now we were no longer shy about our "legitimate" ones and quite openly flirted and cooed with their lovers. When it began to get dark, we threw the clothes on the floor and jumped overboard completely naked, not at all ashamed of each other. And swimming in the warm and dark water of the bay, the girls started one game: they alternately swam up to us with their arms and legs and kissed them on the lips. I kissed now with Alla, then with Lena feeling how their lips, their kisses and even the taste of their saliva differ. My vzdyblenny member then rested against the smooth pubis of Lena, then rubbed on Alla's rough hair and I longed for both of them, as I think Andrew. And at the end of our bathing, Lenka suddenly pressed herself against Alla and began to kiss her on the lips, but she did not blunder and gladly picked up this initiative.

When they climbed aboard, as always, resourceful Lenka shouted:

- We cooked and laid the table, and you boys remove. And we are in the shower.

And as soon as Andryukha and I had time to object to something, Lenka was already pulling a laughing Alla behind us down into the cabins. It remained only to guess what exactly they would do in the shower, so we quickly cleaned the table, and after drinking a glass we hurried after the girls, as Andryukha detained me near the ramp:

- Stas?

- BUT?

- I, it ... on the one hand, it seemed like I wanted to apologize that everything turned out this way ... well then, but on the other hand, it’s kind of now how it turned out ... and I ... you are angry with Lenka and me don't hold

- Then you and Alla do not hold me! And take care of her! Take care of both of them, while I am not on the shore!

We shook hands firmly and hurriedly ran down.

Alla and Lena were lying in bed and tenderly caressed while kissing, wrapping their arms and legs around each other’s bodies and moaning sweetly. Both were naked - they never dressed after bathing in the gulf and they did not go to any shower either, and now we were eagerly watching in the open doorway how our wives surrender to grow without us.

This scene terribly got me, but I think Andryukha too. I pulled off my shorts and, without clothes, slapped my bare feet to the wide bed, beating around her and lying down on the side of Lena. Andryukha followed my example and, on the other hand, was already settling in, hugging his wife, while she was sucking on the silicone lips of my wife. My member burst into the narrow hole of Lena almost simultaneously with Andrey, who abruptly entered Alla. Now our intertwined bodies resembled a single organism, dancing in a single dance of ecstasy. I intensively fucked my wife at the same time meeting Alla’s gaze, which her husband was pleasing, and it was a very exciting, insane, intimate feeling ...

So, since then we have been friends with families, and our relations have formed a kind of quadrilateral, but by no means sharp corners. I live now with Lena, then with Alla, and when I go on a flight, I think they all live in a threesome!

***

- Anatolich? Duck you fuck us this sentimental story now told? Than it will help us right now in this situation. We hit, life in the balance, locked in the hold, if you have not yet noticed, and you about the women, fuck ...

- Yes, you wait, the senior mate! I mean that at home, I'm not alone, but two whole women are waiting! So I can’t die at all, twice as much as I can, sech? So that's what I think, brothers! It is necessary to bring down these Somali pirates, seize our ship from them and head for homeland. Therefore, Black Sea sailors, who come closer to me, listen carefully, I have such a plan ...