Less than a month later, I bought new Zhiguli, and Sanya and Tolik didn’t let me pass, and when we would go fishing and wash a new car. I didn’t have any closer friends than these two, grew up together in the same yard, studied together, called up for the army one day, and after returning from the army, went to work at the plant in the same brigade. For a year, Sanya and Tolik got married and went to other parts of the city, but I was still single and lived with my parents. In their free time, although they began to meet less often, they all spent holidays and celebrations together, and for the weekends at least three times a month were pulled out by a men's company for fishing.

This time, Tolik persuaded Sanya and me to go fishing in the village sixty kilometers from the city, where he had a house, a legacy of his wife’s grandmother, who died two years ago.

- So there is, where to stay overnight, there is also a bath not bad, besides ponds are teeming with fish, I don’t speak for the river - Tolik praised.

We agreed on Friday after work, I stopped behind them and go to the village where you can catch the fish with your hands, and therefore you will have more time to wash my brand new car. By the first on the way I drove after Tolik, he met me already near the entrance with rather impressive luggage, and not as usual with fishing rods and besides, there was his young wife Tomka standing next to him.

I thought that she was just seeing off Tolik, but when they put things in the trunk, and instead of kissing her husband goodbye, she got into the car in the back seat.

- It will not hurt us, it will be who will cook the food, and at the same time will look at the house, and decide what to do with it, sell it or leave it to the country house - Tolik said as if justifying himself, when we went to the other end of the city for Sanya

Sanya's wife, Lariska, did not intend to go with us, but Tomka suggested that she and her husband go fishing, and while we go fishing, they too will rest from the city rush in the village. Only an hour later, we finally left the city limits five of us, and an hour later we reached the god-forgotten village. After unloading, my friends and I began to adjust the gear, and Tomka and Lariska brought things into the house and began to bring him into the proper form, for the night. There was no electricity in it, because for two years no one lived in it, and someone cut the wires on the metal, but there was a bathhouse that stood at the very end of the garden, almost at the river itself, with a scattered log, someone for a long time prepared firewood . The sky began to tighten with clouds, and we hurried to bring down the edge of the fishing. There really was a lot of fish, and within an hour, we threw together a whole bucket of large crucians, and when the first drops of rain fell on the water, the biting stopped, and we had nothing to do but to reel the fishing rods.

Returning past the bath Tolik, offered to flood it, the more firewood was everywhere. We immediately reached the house, melted the bath, and the rest of the firewood was removed under a shed so that they would not be wet by the rain. When we returned home, we took up our catch, and Tomka and Lariska went to the bathhouse to restore order there. Soon the weather had completely deteriorated, it started to rain heavily and it was noticeably colder outside. When the wives of our friends returned, we were already grilling fish on a camping gas stove. Somewhere having found a kerosene lamp, we hoisted it on the table and proceeded to the "gala dinner." We took vodka on the basis of only three, and since Tomka and Lariska did not lag behind us, Tolik waited for the moment when the rain subsided a little, ran to the nearest neighbor for moonshine, and bought three liters from her at once.

“It’s not to run in the rain, and besides, there isn’t much vodka,” he explained, putting the bottle on the table.

Even before the army I was poisoned by moonshine, and when I didn’t drink it, my friends knew about it, so there was still one bottle of vodka left for me, and everyone else, including women, began to drink moonshine. Moonshine from the words of the guys turned out to be much stronger than vodka, apparently, having drunk only two piles, everyone was already more cheerful, shouted the songs, laughed loudly and the jokes became obscene in the presence of their wives. Then they remembered the bath and decided to go there first women, and then men. However, the women who went to the bathhouse immediately returned, complaining that it was already dark there and they needed a lamp. We sat at the table did not want to part with a source of light, without which we would be difficult to pour into glasses.

After not long debates came to a compromise, we move the snack and drink in the dressing room, and while the women are bathing, we will sit with the light. Soon, the remains of snacks and drinks were placed on a table in a fairly spacious dressing room, and in the light of the kerosene lamp they found another lamp, so now the dim light was in the steam room. Having drunk all together for “let there be light”, we turned away the men, and the women, after undressing behind our backs, went into the steam room and signaled us with a door closing behind them. I do not know what exactly influenced more, the type of women's underwear was inaccurately folded on the bench, or the hops that captured our heads in a hot dressing room, but our conversation became more vulgar about female convex parts of the body. Ten minutes had not passed before, as a knock at the door and the voices of the women announced that they were returning, and we again turned away to put them on. When they allowed us to turn around, they were already dressed, but I noticed out of the corner of my eye that their underwear remained in place, they just threw on their robes.

We drank again for the “good steam” and the women did not stand aside, and when we began to undress, without being particularly embarrassed by their presence, the women turned away. Indeed, the parok was a great success, without having spent even ten minutes, we also jumped out of there, not caring that women would see us naked. At first, as it seemed to me, it embarrassed them a little, but then, as Larissa noted, “But we girls did not see the members of the living,” and at all gave us a reckless confidence not to dress. We have settled in their places naked. Because no one really paid attention to this. Having taken a couple more shots, we were already completely unlucky, conversations started cheating. Tolik began arguing and laughing about something with Lariska, and Sanya and Tomka were talking about something serious, and I, sitting on the opposite side, indifferently, only assented to them, nodding my head. I don’t know how much time had passed, it seemed I only closed my eyes, and when Lariska opened again with loud laughter, then she was already sitting on Tolik’s lap, swaying with laughter, and Sanya and Tomka were already sitting side by side with serious people periodically would be brushing off their jokes.

Seeing that no one was already paying attention to me, having grumbled a tray to myself, that I was already falling from my feet for fatigue, I lay down right there on the bench and now under the table I could see what was happening there. The first thing that caught my attention was the hand of Sanya, who examined the black triangle between Tomka between her legs, which spread them widely enough, giving him access to her shaggy pussy a meter away from her husband, so they sat sideways to cheerful Tolik and Larisa. Tomka's hand slowly moved back, in front, along the sleigh sticking up his head. By convulsively squeezing the edge of the shop and moving her second hand along it, Tomka felt an indescribable pleasure from what Sani's hand was doing with her pussy.

It shook me up a little, driving off my fatigue and I had not yet seen Tomkin’s pussy in the dim light of the kerosene lamp, as Lariska slightly stood up from Tolik's knees, reaching for something on the table, flashed a part of her white thighs, naked at that time, in a hurry, and when her ass began to go back to her knees, then already between her and a Tolek suddenly growing member there was no barrier to their matter of her robe. I could clearly see how Tolik controlled one hand with his dick and the other, clasping Lariska by the lower abdomen, seated her on his dick. Because Tolik pulled Lariska over she could not resist and swayed back with a laugh.

I noticed how Tolik’s member hid under her by almost half, but then Lariska, having stopped laughing, having caught a bit of balance, stopped abruptly, her legs tightened, and she tried to get up from the member that had penetrated her, but Tolik’s strong hand had another hand having fulfilled his mission, having sent the member to Lariska's pussy, and now with a redoubled effort pulled her pelvis, laying it down completely on the member. Another three times Lariska tried to rise, but her hands held her tightly, so that all her attempts were similar, that she began podmahiv Tolik. Then she stopped resisting and soon her laughter was heard again, but this time with a losing breath and meanwhile her already real podmahivaniya barely discernible appeared. I somehow felt uneasy that in my presence this was happening, my close friends poked horns to each other, sitting on one bench.

I sat up on her and trying not to look neither friends nor their wives in the eye. However, this did not work out for me, yet I looked at Tomka first, who bit the lower lip and closed her eyes, did not speak, but only nodded her head with a barely perceptible movement of her entire body, which told me that she was waving Sanya’s hand, monotone something quietly speaking to her in a trembling voice. Then on Tomka, who had a tight smile on her face, and with every barely perceptible push, her eyes hid behind her. My friends and their wives were so drunk and excited that they didn’t even notice how I got up, got dressed and went outside to refresh myself, hoping that when I was back they would end up fucking each other’s wives. After wandering not far from the bathhouse in the dark through the mud for at least a quarter of an hour, until the rain began to rain again, I returned to the bathhouse hoping that this orgy had already ended. Entering the dressing-room from the street, at first I did not see anyone there, and only a quiet moaning could be heard at the opposite side of the table.

Automatically looking there, I was stunned, Lariska lay on the bench, wrapped Tolik around with her hands, periodically kissing his face, and moaning from his sudden movements with a pelvis dug into her crotch between widely divorced legs dangling from the bench. Noticing me, Lariska only smiled guiltily with a drunken smile. Their sexual intercourse was in full swing. The first thought that flashed through my head was, and that if Sanya and his wife Tolik come in here now, the scandal cannot be avoided, so I quickly threw off my jacket and jumped into the steam room in my underpants, assuming that Sanya is not such a fool that fuck Tolik's wife, separated only by the door with him. And again I made a mistake when I entered the steam room and almost ran into an unfolded shop, in which Sanya, like Tolik, was tearing at his wife, who was also caressing and accepting someone else's dick in her pussy, quietly moaning. She noticed me too, but just like Lariska, except how guilty it is to smile, she didn’t do anything else.

I didn’t have anything left to do, how to get out again, collect my things, throwing only to get to the house, and taking the lamp from the steam room with me to go to the house, finding there a suitable place for the night I lay down with a blanket and fell asleep. I woke up in the morning after all, to my surprise, my friends each with his wife still lay merrily talking on the bed, others on the couch. I already thought that I dreamed all this in a nightmare, but when they began to have breakfast, I noticed how guilty they were among themselves trying not to look each other in the eyes. Already at breakfast Tolik so, by the way, asked me when I went to sleep at home yesterday. And I lied to him that I left almost immediately, as soon as I left the steam room.

For this lie, I received thankful looks and smiles from their wives, who knew the truth, but did not share it with anyone ... After this trip, we not only never went fishing together, but Sanya and Tolik had never invited each other to visit, and soon Tolik left the factory altogether. So men, women fishing is not only a bad weather, but also the loss of friends.