Annotation. The notorious Mata Hari was able to talk men in bed so much that they blurted out her military and state secrets. However, being in bed with your own wife, do not consider yourself safe, accompanying sex with chatter. Having said, or vice versa, having heard too much, you can wake the sleeping secret, and who knows which events will follow. Not for nothing they say that silence is gold.

The plot of the story is fictional, but some episodes are taken from life. That is why the main characters never call each other by name. Perhaps, among the readers, someone recognizes himself and his "terrible secret"

=== SHE ===

Do you like to talk while making love? Previously, I did not like, although it is more correct to say that I did it poorly. But I always loved to listen, it turns me on, and sex voiced by tickling revelations becomes particularly impressive. What only my husband didn’t tell me - about the taste of my vagina, about what he feels like ending up in my mouth, how he likes to fuck my ass, about his feelings when we occasionally indulge in group sex and before his eyes I lick with ecstasy the sperm from a foreign member. Whatever my husband is chatting about, it always excites me terribly. But when he asks me to say something, everything deteriorates, because I myself very rarely find suitable topics. But once I did get into a conversation, so much so that I brought my husband to almost an unconscious state. Maybe it was then that began the crazy story about which I want to tell. At that time, sexual inspiration came to me, I was terribly drawn to the chatter, and I muttered continuously like what hole I want to fuck. As passion flared up, I gradually switched to a rough mate, and when, after the tenth, and maybe more orgasm, I was no longer able to finish, I took a vibrator and held it between my legs, with pleasure I fucked my husband in the ass. He lay on his back, throwing his legs on my shoulders, and with each push he pressed more and more to me. My husband loved this occupation, and when the sweet moment of orgasm came, he gave a heart-rending cry and the sperm flew in large drops from his penis far in different directions. I took his dick in my hand and felt the powerful tremors of the still ongoing rapid ejaculation, which seemed never to end. Yes, at that time I had wound him up strongly, but if someone had told me then, until then we would “agree” once, perhaps I would have reacted to this hobby quite differently.

=== OH ===

My wife, despite her sexual looseness and shamelessness, is very difficult to talk during sex. She is ready to listen to me to infinity, I see how my words excite her, but as soon as she herself continues the dialogue, my wife’s sexuality is smoldering before our eyes. Conversation usually distracts her, and all efforts to stir up love passion have a very weak effect.

But at that time it was different. She herself wanted to talk, and not just talk, but command what and how to do. I barely had time to take a member out of one hole and poke into another, while rotating my wife’s body pouring in continuous orgasms in different directions, as she asked. And when it came to an end, she fucked me with a vibrator. It was great, I didn’t even expect to hear what dirty words she voiced. And most importantly, it also excited her.

This is not soon forget, and it is quite natural that the next time I again tried to unleash my wife on the sound of sex. As soon as my wife let my cock out of my mouth and climb on it, I immediately tried to seize the moment and offered to chat.

- What shall we talk about today?

- Well, now without a chatter you are no longer worth it.

- In my opinion, you do not want to believe the sensations of your pussy, - I said, a couple of times, strongly kicking my penis deeper, as if to prove the opposite, - but still?

- You know, I like to listen.

- Come on, you just tell me something.

- The tale of Little Red Riding Hood.

- Well, why. Tell me about your first sexual experience.

She burst out laughing sitting on my penis.

- What's new you want to hear. Or do not you think that I was the first? So who, except for you could like a bitch, ready to share her lover with the first counter?

- Many people only dream about it, but I meant something else. Well, let's say in childhood, some innocent pranks or games, for sure you have something to remember.

A little thought, she replied.

- You will be disappointed.

- You seduced a sheepdog?

- No, a dead rat.

- And who was it?

- Girl. Neighbor.

- Girl - this is interesting, is it possible that Natalie is such an abomination?

- No, not Natalie. You do not know her. And then I was seven years old.

=== SHE ===

Please tell me that old story took me by surprise. I vaguely remembered everything, but in the end, this is not a memoir, and I, as I could, mixing my memories with fantasies, told my husband the story of her seduction by the neighbor girl.

My neighbor's name was Neela, she was older than me, but for some reason she loved to play with me. Probably because in the courtyard of our house was a corner where you can hide from prying eyes. So, settling in their shelter, we played the doctor. The doctor was Nila, and I, therefore, a patient. Everything was a normal children's game, until Neela was about to give me a shot.

“Take off your pants,” she said, as if nothing had happened.

I almost took them off right away, but I felt my chest feel suddenly hot, my cheeks suddenly flared and I decided that I shouldn’t do it.

“What are you doing, take off your underpants,” Neela continued, but I couldn’t move my lips. Now it seems to me that the neighbor didn’t have any backward thoughts then, because we were just playing, but my indecisiveness gave the situation a completely different color. Now she has become a temptress, and I am an innocent victim.

- Well, shoot the same - once again Neela repeated the request.

“Why,” I hardly whispered.

- I'll make a shot.

Apparently Nila was not at all sure that she wanted to make this stupid injection. Removing my pants now meant more to her now.

- I will not.

- Why? Are you shy?

- Shy. Let's play something else.

- Well, here we make an injection and we will play another.

- I do not want a shot.

“Well, don't give a shot.” Just take off your underpants.

- What for? What, you want to see me naked.

- I want, really want.

- But I hesitate.

- Why? I'm not a boy.

- Does not matter.

- Girls should not be shy of each other.

“But you're older.”

- So what. In the bath go different girls and do not hesitate.

- In the bath all equally naked, and not just me alone.

- If you want, I will also take off my underwear.

- I do not want, why?

- So that you are not shy. We will both be naked, look at each other for a bit and get dressed.

I did not know what to answer. She stood cross-legged and tugged at the hem of her dress.

- Well, take off your pants, if I take off too?

I was silent, not knowing what else to come up with for an objection. Not long deliberating, Nila took off her panties, but remained in the dress. I kept silent. Neela took a step towards me, but I, with a scream, retreated, letting me know that I would run away.

- Well, I took off the panties. Take it off and you.

- Close your eyes.

Neela silently turned away. I was about to run away ...