I married early, at twenty-three. By that time, to which my story relates, my wife Yadvigoy Masevich and I - you should remember her, a few years ago she was known as “mad” - lived a little alienated. The reason for this, I think, was the lack of age difference. We were the same age (by the time we were thirty-five). My Jadwig was a bit ... a depraved woman, as you can see by reading this story to the end. She liked men either elderly, solid, gray-haired, spoiled by life and women, or very young, youngsters, but physically strong, but embarrassed women because of their inexperience.

I also adhered to the love of not the most rigid rules, enjoyed success with women and the reputation of a passionate lover and had more than one mistress. For these reasons, we agreed with Jadvigoy: not to hamper each other’s freedom and not to make jealousy scenes. We did business together, discussing all economic issues together. Our farm was in order and yielded income, allowing us to live without worries about a piece of bread for tomorrow.

When Jadwiga and I were married, she asked me to set up her bedroom next to my office.

- I want to be with you, my dear! - she persuaded me.

And, although the love for each other somewhat cooled and we each lived our own lives, my office and her bedroom remained close by. Its glasses were transparent: red, blue, green and yellow - but such that through them everything was clearly visible; if one of the rooms was darkened and the other was lit, then from the lit one it was impossible to see what was happening in the other room. The door on both sides was curtained with heavy heavy curtains. I always kept the curtain drawn, while Jadwiga was always open. I find it difficult to answer why Jadwig, knowing that I can spy on her from my room, never pulled the curtain. Maybe she thought that I was not interested in her at all, but maybe — and I think it was so — her perverted mind was pleased with the knowledge that in the most intimate moments of her life she was quietly watched.

I confess, quite often, having darkened my office, I looked through the glass doors to her bedroom and often became the only spectator of very interesting sexual performances, where my wife played one of the main roles.

Being alone with Jadviga, usually to solve business issues related to the management of our estate, we often shared our impressions of our new love affairs. We did it at ease, with jokes, even obscenity - we talked at ease, with jokes, simply.

- Who are you?

- Kazemir Leshchinsky, just lovely! And where at this age is so much power? Yesterday, can you imagine, they drank too much, and I wanted everything under my arm, eccentric ... Well, how are things with Veronica?

- It's a bit cold. Afraid that her husband will return. And what a lovely mole she has on her left buttock! ... She liked it between her breasts. Says: oh, how warm!

Sometimes such conversations aroused our passion, and we immediately experienced those methods and situations that we were talking about, but this rarely happened. Often, having learned something new from each other, we memorized it in order to try it with others. It happened this time. Jadwiga took note of the “between the breasts” method, and a day later I witnessed how she experienced him with Kazemir in her bedroom.

On this day, I was about to go to the estate of Przhevichi (Captain Przewicz was away, and my wife Veronika and I were making love) when a wheelchair with Kazemyr rolled up to the porch. Having greeted him, I apologized for having to leave them with Jadwiga.

“Yadviga, I hope you will not let Mr. Kazemiri miss us,” I said jokingly, leaving them alone.

I wanted to leave the house already, as I remembered that I was going to show Veronica a French pornographic magazine.Going into my office, I chose for a long time which magazine to take, I chose it already, and holding the door handle leading to the corridor, I noticed that the curtains in front of my wife's door were a little drawn. I walked over and instinctively looked into the bedroom.

Yadviga did not let Kazemir get bored, he hastily pulled off his clothes, and she, already naked, was lying on her back in bed. A playful, passionate smile called for him. With her hands, she supported her full breasts from the sides so that a deep hollow formed between them, Jadwig asked:

- Kosenka, come here between the nipples ...

Kazemir leaned over his chest to his knees and sent his penis between the breasts. She squeezed her breasts with her hands so that his penis was caught between them. He began to violently move his back rubbing it between his breasts. When a member came out at her chin, Jadwig snapped his mouth. She perfected what she heard from Venia. My pulse became frequent and I felt it in my temples.

In I went to Veronica.

Such an exchange made our life with Jadwiga even interesting, full of new ways of satisfying the passion that was rattling us.

One day my wife and I set out to discuss a number of issues relating to the management of the estate. I began to prepare the necessary papers in my office, and she went to her room, saying: - I have a moment.

Placing the documents on the table, I waited for her. It took about ten minutes, but Jadwigi was still not there, I looked behind the curtains in her bedroom. What I saw, initially angered me: I was waiting for her. Naked, she was lying on the bed, a book was opened in her hands. Looking into the book, she did various exercises; then she lifted her legs up, pulling her knees up to her chest, then spreading her legs wide apart, lifting them up again, then lay down across the bed and lowered her legs to the floor.

My anger grew stronger. But watching her actions, I began to get a little excited. Member poured blood and asked to work. My head was spinning, passion seized me, and when she lay back on the bed to the edge, holding her legs apart and wide apart so that my greedy gaze presented an open calling entrance to her womb framed by golden hair, and slyly looking at me as if knowing what I am looking at, I jerked the door and flew into the bedroom. Fear flashed across her face, but only for a moment. Then came a sly smile.

- Peeping, bezdijiy!

She did not change poses, just threw the book on the table. I noticed her name - "Learn to enjoy." With a jerk, I undid my pantaloons and rushed at Jadwiga. She readily accepted my caresses, bestowing me on her own. We have tried several ways to read it. The papers laid out in my office waited for their turn only in the morning.

I was interested in the title of the book - “Learn to enjoy.” Hesitating to ask her from Jadwiga, I decided to look in secret. A day later I found a book in the bedside table in her bedroom, went into my study and sat in a chair by the fireplace and began to leaf through it. The book described the techniques and methods of sexual intercourse, tips, how to initiate a partner to sexual intercourse. Involuntarily, my dick woke up and began to pour, and when the blood fills the male member, then, not having accommodated there, it hits her head completely. A man becomes obsessed with his passion. So it became with me. I continued to read, and the hand itself unfastened the pantolons, then taking a member, I began to massage it.

Suddenly, the door entering the corridor opened, and the maid Irka, a tall, slim, black, full-breasted girl of about eighteen or nineteen, walked into the office with candles. She did not immediately notice me, as my chair stood sideways to the door. I made some noise and she turned with dismay in my direction. Can you imagine what she saw! In front of her, in a chair, is a master, in one hand he held a book, and in the other - an excited, quivering member. Candles fell from Irka hands. “Oh, providence! That's who will satisfy my passion! ”- flashed through my mind. And, throwing the book, I rushed to the maid. ...