Are there any women who are never jealous, have never met anyone ... anyone ... just can hide it alone, most are jealous in the open, without brakes ...

And if I had a chance to meet one that is not jealous at all, probably, it would be worth hard thinking hard or sending her somewhere far away ... jealousy, as an indicator of a relationship with your beloved, and if she is not jealous, think ... and do conclusions myself ...

The beloved woman can remain calm and indifferent, when she sees women hanging on her boyfriend almost in the open, right in front of her ... they make eyes, make transparent hints, try to cuddle, smile, look slyly in the eyes, pull him out to smoke the balcony, covering the door tightly behind you, whisper something in your ear ...

And how you wanted ... the tastes of women about men coincide even more often than the tastes of men about women ...

And the scenes began, showdowns about what they told you, what she saw, and how things smell again with unfamiliar makeup or perfumes ... or too long hair on his pullover ... well, not on swimming trunks because ...

And when the spit meets with a stone, more spit suffers, of course ... if disassembly begins with the beloved, I usually keep quiet ... the woman loves to say ... especially if at first you try to transfer the conversation to some other channel ... not translate, even if you want ...

Still, some fool at the gate wrote the word “I love” at night ... and, fucking, my name added ... I agree that they hardly mixed up, there are no similar names among the neighbors ... enemies of course ... don't worry , tonight they will have the same inscription, only the boys will sign not a female name, but a male name ... hunting for the jokers forever ... someone innocent will suffer ... well, then their wives will fuck them even worse than you ... or do women not drive men for gays? ...

That's why I think why none of the women said a bad word about them ... but about infidel and ungrateful men, the mouth does not close even in the morning ...

Oh, let's not talk about gays ... and what bitch what else did you tell me about the phone? yep ... bitch ... and you would be proud that such a husband ... for so many years, has never been caught, but how many rumors, how about a movie star ...

I told you that in my youth I was taught by adult women: even if my beloved would be taking pictures of someone, don’t confess even in such a situation that he changed ...

I confessed? not...

Caught? not...

Have sex with you less or less varied? not...

What are the problems, baby?

Does a woman keep silent in such a situation, when such a topic of conversation is planted ... of course, you will talk a lot ... correctly ... and emotionally ...

And now I will keep silent ... it’s scary because when a man is silent ... and you don’t know what he will throw out in a minute or two ... he will kill the dishes, the glass, turn around, leave or throw out something more difficult ... if he restrains himself. ..

My friend, when his wife tried to bring him with jealousy, was silent for twenty minutes and was mute like a predatory fish, and when she decided to stop in the second circle, he took out his favorite fin and, looking at the face of a bitch, polished the kitchen table with one blow to the table on the very basis ...

Silent immediately ...

He looked at her again and silently went out, leaving the knife driven along the base to the table ...

Ten minutes later, she fluttered behind him into the bedroom, and until the morning she was with him the embodiment and the standard of tenderness, femininity, humility, caress ...

Her truth was only for two months ... she spins jars of cucumbers in the kitchen, he came very late and, naturally, a new scandal ... was silent, listened and it boiled for about five minutes ...

Silently, a jar of cucumbers in my hand - and on the joint of Italian tile in the corner ... and went outside ...

When I calmed down, for some reason the first thought: “I wonder, will it beat during this time the remaining banks about the same joint? ...”

When he returned, of course, no one beat the banks, everything was clean, and the wife did not return to the subject of jealousy for a very long time ...

And after this incident he became much more cautious and prudent to behave on the side ...

And then he concluded: you never noticed the difference, as women and men do dishes with dishes during scandals ... men are everything that comes to hand, women only do not feel sorry ... when I returned to the kitchen I thought that after all, it was possible not about the tile ordered according to the catalog ... with a fist on the lid on top, a jar on the table ... well, who would think about such trifles when in anger ... but when a woman threw out the window in anger, as it seemed to me, everything, then analyzed ... not everything, oh, how far ...

Women, women ...

An acquaintance did not cheat on his wife all twenty years of their life together (of course, from his words). At the age of forty, according to the principle of a pendulum, it was young, sixteen or twenty years old ...

My wife became aware in a couple of weeks ...

Husband in seventh heaven: Imagine, wife quarreled (“garbage, something else is important”), she began to take care of herself, in bed, works better than the most elite prostitute, never that she was tired and not to have sex ... and she gladly agrees not only in bed ... everywhere, imagine wherever I want and how I want ...

He made one conclusion: I will advise everyone, men ... at least once, so that my wife will know for sure ... otherwise routine and impotence ...

His story was continued ... together they took vouchers to the south, but his wife suddenly could not go ... of course, their eldest son went instead of her ... the mother did not consider one thing: the eldest son, not the youngest, my mother's favorite and sneak since childhood ... and on the very first evening, dad and son had a lot of fun, while dad's passion was a few years younger than the girl's son ... and on the last night before returning, they made a mess: group sex ...

He regularly called his wife every evening: my dear, how bored without you, how lonely, how I love, how I want, I can't wait to see you again ... son, that son is bathing, sunbathing, walking ...

True, all the way back twitching in a terrible way, looking askance at his son ...

A week after returning, he asked me: chief, next time tell mine a day before leaving ... I will take my son again ... you won’t believe, I got a charge for twenty years ahead, at least ... and my wife is happy, so far thinks he missed her so much after two weeks of abstinence ...

And if to be honest ... I miss you and want a new way, already with my wife ...

Yes, and his wife clearly read that she was happy as a girl ...

Oh, women, women ...

If you only knew what men fear the most ...

No, not magic ... you can bewitch, and he will run after you like a dog, but after that you’ll stop loving yourself because ... they take revenge, but they don’t do it with your loved ones ...

Women's intuitions are most feared ... because they are afraid of what they don’t know and are not subject to any logical calculations and calculations ... and it’s not clear how confident she is in her guesses and intuitions ... and if she knew how often intuition tells her the truth as it is or say it was ...

Well, who is recognized from men, trying to be clever, who is stupid to laugh at female suspicion and intuition ...

Usually I will either translate the conversation into a joke or calmly and a bit tiredly answer: yes, well, that reminded me, I almost forgot ... yes, I met her, she asked to visit us for the weekend ... she conveyed to you and promised to call back ... and the conversation is abruptly aside: “Tell me, what are you whispering with her about, closing in the kitchen? although you already know about peasants ...” So you began to make excuses and tell you how many topics and women's secrets happen to your best friends ...

Women, women ...

At first, they are happy to be with those who are better and dearer than everyone else, feeling envious glances of girlfriends who at least one about him, yes, they will find filth, or simply express, say ...

If you knew how at the same time they desperately for some reason want to take me off ... and how the stinkers try ... and how they can ... with a look, smile, facial expression, gesture, unbuttoning a button at the top and so erotic playing a slender leg at the bottom ... with a little hem raised, like a girl, exposing the legs tightly pressed against each other ... and then, like Sharon Stone, slightly to dissolve them, in order to involuntarily cast them a foggy look and try to see what is under the skirt ...

And what can you find words for a man: about loneliness, even if the spouse of the soul in her, the bitch, does not know how I look like her beloved actor, so lovingly and sexually looking me straight in the eyes, and be sure to say about you one, even very small, but still disgusting ...

And a look like that of an experienced bitch immediately changes, expecting what I will answer and how I will behave ...

Is the husband of a friend the same sweet, alluring and so sweet fruit as a beautiful wife of a best friend? ... only, in my opinion, male friendship is a bit more accurate ...

Oh, my wife began to calm down ... and repeat ... and the ardor is no longer so ...

Blew off steam ...

It's time ...

Come ... not to say not a single word tightly in your handful, so that the bones crack, your breath got lost ... and through the resistance to grab your mouth with your ... passionately, eagerly, madly, sucking in the kiss all the negative things that have accumulated in you ... tongue inside the gums and even tighter on yourself until you give up, do not weaken until you respond to a kiss as I kiss you ... And then ... in an armful and on the bed, wrap a blanket, one belt at chest level, to the others by the waist ... ah, the hands under the belts hurt ... ah, so why? ah, I'm already crazy ... and so many words ... and now the blanket is sharply up to the waist up, the legs are sharply spread apart wider ... and inserted ... to the full length, right up to the uterus, so that it flashes in the eyes .. so that they are out of orbit and fucking, fucking, until you groan, until you stop and scream from the desire ... and I tell you all the way ... to the uterus ... and finish it ...

And, enjoying the languor, and thinking that the storm had passed by, I almost blurted out: you are the best ...

Instead, he pressed, kissed and whispered: how lovely you are ...

She smiled ... went kind to ... and no longer up to treason when, picking up easily her hands, nude and happy, together with her to the bathroom ...

And in my eyes I read that what a bastard I am ... without judgment, just as a fact causing her, for some reason, almost pride ...

Now I understand why women love fairy tales so much all their lives: the princes in them are the ideal of a woman ... and never change ...

And involuntarily in the subconscious: here would be such ...

And the heart tells: all princes are boring ... married yes ... but with the rest ... although there are so many beautiful men around and you are like Princess Dee in London ... everyone will understand and love you even in life .. .

And what men read, and what ideal we want to see ... women will be horrified ... so let's talk about it not now ...

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