When my husband went to serve in India, we were terribly pleased. Everyone knows, after honoring several years there, the officers return back to the rich. Cheap goods, gold, jewelry. Anyway, after all, India. Warm sea, a lot of businesses ...

Sometimes such lengthy missions are endangered by dangerous work, but in this case there was nothing like that. We lived in Latvia, where my husband used to train foreign military pilots at the Skulte aerodrome. And so they sent us to India. Husband served there as an instructor pilot. Of course, we went with joy.

That's just the life there is very boring for the entire Soviet military contingent, and only for the official women ... you know yourself. Babskie gossip, boring conversations - all about their husbands, their careers, and about where it is cheaper to buy. From this, any normal woman will soon ring out.

Therefore, I was pleasantly surprised when one day my husband came home not one, but with an unexpected guest. He turned out to be an old friend. Captain Raj studied for several months with us, with her husband, and now headed the crew of the huge IL-38 reconnaissance naval aviation. Hindus gave these machines of Soviet production great importance, admired their merits. Maritime aero exploration for India is important.

My husband taught Raj well in his time to manage this plane. Now Raj was considered the best pilot on the west coast. We drank warm red wine in the garden, under fragrant fractal trees, we remembered our previous meetings in Riga.

I could not help admiring Raj. He was seven years younger than me - thin, with kukhavoy head of hair, with a thin neck in a hard collar of a white shirt. He was completely dark, almost like a black, and even the thin black mustache on his face almost did not stand out.

However, I thought not about that. I had an old dream. Maybe you will understand me. When for a long time, for many years you have something to do with it, all the more condescended, you begin to want to touch it. I am the wife of a pilot, all of our friends are pilots. Our whole life goes near military aerodrome. The machines of our husbands are members of our families. It's like our children. The long-range reconnaissance aircraft IL-38 was part of my family, my life. Around him, the thoughts of my husband, his successes and failures, were sought, his career was connected with him, and therefore family well-being. And, of course, the “child” of my husband cannot but be partly my child. Only I never flew it. It was strictly forbidden, and although I had asked many times about it, my husband never decided to break the instructions.

But the risk is the trait of my character. And hunting more than bondage. And the forbidden fruit is sweet. As Pushkin said:

“Give the forbidden fruit to us, and without it let us not drink”. But you never know can be said about this yet.

In short, when my husband came out of the garden into the house for a few minutes, I decided, and pounced on Raj, with entrances to take me flying. Of course, he refused, refused, referred to the instructions, which in India are as severe as ours ... But I went for everything. I built my eyes, I begged, Raj took a hand and looked into his beautiful almond-shaped eyes. Who can stand against this? Only not a military pilot ...

The husband should not have known about it. This was the condition of Raj, and, naturally, it coincided with my desires. But for some reason, I didn’t think anything bad then, but simply because he would have gone mad from the fear. If the rumors about such a flight of the wife of a Soviet instructor - with the Indian crew reach the authorities, we will be in two accounts in the Far East ...

It was agreed that as soon as my husband was going somewhere for more than a day, I would immediately call Raju. On that and decided. I was beside myself with delight. My crazy crazy idea I terribly liked.

Indeed, it has not been a month since her husband was sent to Delhi on some business for several days. I rushed to the phone as soon as the husband's car hid behind the corner.

The next morning, Raj met me at the aerodrome. He already agreed on everything with everyone.They say that in our army there is no order. This is not true. Everything is known in comparison. When Raj drove me to the aero to the plane, and the wind on the airfield, I cartoed the hem of my bright dress with a bell, and around me I saw the laughing faces of the guards waving the hands of the soldiers, I couldn’t fear through the hatch onto the plane. He still hauled me from afar.

Huge lazor-blue colossus, like a giant sea bird standing proudly spreading its wings in front of me. The greatness of the flight, the dream of a man of power over the sky, embodied in the metal that flashes over the sky - all this was concentrated on the car of my dreams ...

Raj introduced me to the crew. I knew that around me there would be seven men, but at the sight of seven smiling faces of a different color, a different age, at first I even sent it away.

I was put on the floor in the front cockpit, wedged between Radham and the right fat man named Malawi. The cabin was very crowded, and the backs of the navigator navigator were buried in my back. It was a healthy, well-rounded, in an unbuttoned tuba named Singh.

After a few minutes, having received a permit to take off, the car exploded with all four turboprottles and we flew up into enticing distance. I will not describe to you all my impressions of the flight, of the greatest pleasure in my life. After all, what could be better than a dream come true. The plane sailed over the sea in a blue haze. It seemed so because the bright blue sky merged everywhere, as far as the eye could see with the blue of the boundless Arabian sea. The sun was high above us.

After some time, the pilots connected to the computer control system, and crashed in the chairs, resting. Malawi brought me a bottle of Pepsi Cola. So we flew for about a minute more minutes, chatting merrily and cheerfully. From the second back cockpit pulled some unfamiliar smell. I said this. Raj laughed softly.

“This is a narcotic. Do not worry, it is easy. Fly for a long time, and we turn around a little bit. Nothing scary. Want to try? ”

This whole flight was so unusual, the whole situation impressed me with its uniqueness. I agreed. I got a cigarette with a "traction". At first, it was a bit scary, and the taste was not very pleasant, but then I tasted. The head was slightly curled, there was lightness in the whole body. Surrendering to these unusual sensations, I spent some time in the prostration. When I awoke, I got up and, walking between closely placed chairs in both cabins, went to the toilet. His door was not locked up. I did not have time, lifting the dress, to sit on the toilet seat, as the door suddenly suddenly opened. Raj stood on the threshold. He smiled broadly, and his lips were undone ...

I, stunned, continued to sit, and right on the level of my face turned out to be something. At first I even sent away, not understanding what it was. A huge Raj member, chocolate colored, with a very naked head swaying right in front of my mouth. I could not move away in the cramped toilet room. The head of the penis, weighty, round as a grimace, poked straight at me. A light drug, to which I, however, did not like, nevertheless did my job. My reactions were acquired, I compiled, as in a fog. And, therefore, without much thought, she did what was so natural for a woman in my position. I opened a wider sponge and took into myself this fine tool. When you are half-naked, you sit on the toilet and write, and before you the dark-skinned handsome man stands in full growth, there is no reason to think ...

The whole scene was in silence. During the intersection of the plane, I heard a steady hum of tube-screw engines, and I tried my hardest - licked the vital head of the male member of the male-jerking member, played the tongue with him, pushing it under one cheek or under it.

It was obvious that Raju liked it. He made me stand up. Trusikov, hanging out on my ...