- Nothing, nothing ... good.

I resolutely finished my coffee, cleared my throat ... but she already sat on my lap. And, not chastely - sideways, but jumped like an experienced rider on a young stallion - on horseback! The floors of the dressing gown naturally diverged. My throat closed again. And for some reason it became very hot. Head flared like she was shoved into the oven. His cheeks probably burned so that one could light a cigarette.

- Svetlana ... - I said woodenly, - I have to go ...

- Dummy ... Do you want, let's go on the bed? ... Next to my husband ... - but, noticing the horror in my eyes, she laughed and added, "Alright, let's go to another room ..."

In the evening, Lenka returned and began to tell the boring details of the life of her mother and, therefore, of my mother-in-law. I do not know how others, but I live with my mother-in-law quite well. Maybe because - far away? Listening to Lenka, I remembered: if you want to see your wife in thirty years, look at your mother-in-law. With horror, I looked at the happily chirping wife and imagined ... Here is her face - a gentle, sweet, beautiful face turns into a puffy Surlo mother-in-law! Br! Her waist - thin, flexible - put your hand - does not fall, it turns ... no, it's better not to think! And the legs? Do they really become pillars, tangled with knots of veins? ”... and now her new refrigerator is empty ...”, - Lenka told, and I suddenly remembered that quite recently, she was embraced behind this waist ... no, the gangsters pawed, these legs threw themselves on their shoulders ... "... and the water was hot, as it wasn’t - no ..." She wouldn’t have noticed how my pupils widened from the memories ... I would not have remembered myself ... How they bit her elastic breasts, crushed, twisted her nipples - until the pain ... until the moment when the pain became sweet ... Yes, it is fine ... Waist, with ski ... But her ... In her body, in the most secret, the most sacred place, these scum with their filthy members burst in, stretched, dug her tender flesh there, inside ... Where only her husband should be. .. Oh, my God! ... "... I went to the pharmacy and bought her a validol ...". It seems that she did not notice my condition ... carried by. You need to keep yourself tight!

Lenka put a pot of water on the gas and was already peeling potatoes, continuing to tell about the trip to her mother, as if she lived in at least another country. Leaning low over a basin of cleansing, Lenka put her elbows on her knees, and I opened her chest - too low "decollete" in this dressing gown. The bruises were almost gone - they were only slightly yellow, but still showed teeth marks at the very nipples ... And her breasts again became strong and elastic ... probably - I have not touched her ever since ... I knocked on the door . I shuddered in surprise. It has long been necessary to fix the call! Lenka went to open, and I undertook to clean the potatoes - I could not get up: an unexpected erection ... I did not think that the view of my wife’s naked breast could arouse me. But, after all, not just ... but with bruises left by the rapists. They reminded me that my wife was recently raped. And it turned me on? Yes, you have to admit, this is exactly what turned on ... At the door, they muttered for a long time, then Lenka returned, poured half a bag of salt and carried it to - to whom? Who the hell did you bring for salt? Not otherwise - Vitek. He likes to drink beer with salt. Lenka returned slightly embarrassed. Without looking at me, I took up the potatoes - I never cleaned ...

- Who was there? - I tried to understand what so embarrassed my wife

- Neighbor ... Victor - for the salt came.

- So what?

- Never mind! Gave.

Here she came to the double meaning of the last word. With vexation, turning away, she took up cooking soup. But I noticed that Lenka blushed slightly. Why? She was embarrassed by this bull? Than? By asking for salt? Or maybe he said something? They stood for a long time at the door. Salt, after all ask - second!

- Did he tell you something?

- Why do you think so?

- Well ... you stood there for a long time ...

- He did not tell anything! - Lenka sighed violently and left the kitchen.

I was left completely at a loss. Maybe Vitek told Lenka that I fucked his wife? Yes, he should not know about it ...

“Dovari soup,” Lenka shouted from the bathroom, “I will take a shower, it's hot ...”

I stirred in the pan. There was a merry murmur from the bathroom. And then I suddenly remembered how in childhood I was peeping into the bathhouse with the boys. Cradling ran into a dark courtyard, where coal was dumped by a mountain, ran up to the windows and looked at the naked female bodies with dangling tits. The fact that at any moment could come out to breathe the fresh air of a fireman, only added spice to our sensations. Hell! I took a stool and set it against the wall. In the bathroom we have a window overlooking the kitchen. Do not remember whether youth? Perched on a stool, stretched his neck. My wife was lying in an empty bathtub, spreading her legs wide and sending a stream of water to the crotch. Hot streams, puffing steam, stroked her vulva, caressed her clit ... Lenka was bent and, probably, moaned. With the second hand, she grabbed her chest. It was enough - abruptly, roughly, leaving red scratches on the delicate skin. Screwing the nipples, while arching harder. Then she spread her swollen, reddened labia and stretched her fingers into the vagina. Even through the glass, through the sound of water jets, I now heard her moans. She jerked, making the characteristic movements of the copulating woman with her pelvis, then froze for a moment and, wrinkling, bit her lips, so as not to scream, huddled in her orgasm ... I rolled off the stool as if I jumped off the train at full speed. What is this? Is she masturbating ?! No to caress your husband at night! Show, as before, that she needs a caress ... I sat down, clasping my head with trembling hands. Why, she masturbates AFTER MEETING WITH A VITUM! After some conversation with him. What could this forever drunk, rude brute tell her ?! Some vulgarity ... Perhaps he noticed the bruises on her chest and realized that they were not left by her husband. Imagination earned, in spite of my pitiful attempts to distract. Perhaps he even rudely pawed her in the corridor. He grabbed his chest, slapped on the ass. And he spoke greasy abominations. Of course she was pawing, otherwise why would she come so ... so embarrassed. But why didn't she say anything ?! Oh, I would have turned off this Vitka! The conclusion suggested itself - she did not say, because she liked it. She liked the rudeness and vulgarity of her neighbor, his arrogant harassment. I shook my head like a stale horse. Well no! All this is my imagination. There was nothing! Well, maybe he said something ... Before her eyes got her orgasm in the bathroom. Oh god Like everything ... everything is complicated. Lenka came out flushed and with a guilty look. However, about the guilty look - maybe it seemed.

- The soup is time to turn off! - she closed the gas and hurriedly went into the room. I remained seated on a stool moved to the wall.

The next day, after work, I looked to the neighbors, determined to talk to Vitk. Maybe a threatening hint so as not to touch my wife. The door opened Sveta.

“Come in quickly,” she whispered conspiratorially, “Vitka went to get drunk with friends, and while we were with you ... we would sit in the kitchen.”

She clearly changed her last words only in favor of decency. Sveta was dressed and made up, as if she had gathered in a nightclub or a chic restaurant. Thick shadows around the eyes gave her little childish face a certain charm and mystery. I reluctantly entered the apartment. In the hallway there were old shoes of Vitka, forty-five, not less. I wonder how I was going to hint to him harshly ...? Yes, he’s just me - a kozyavku - just to laugh ... Read more →