Erotic dream.

As often happened when Gisela Lenz left home alone with Thomas, her six-year-old son, she lay down after lunch. He slept in the crib - it was time for him to sleep, and his mother had to look after him, and this was best done while lying in the marital bed.

Today Gisela dozed off tightly. And she saw a erotic dream: A young, full of strength, naked man with a luxurious, thick penis penetrated her from above. The fantastic image almost overwhelmed her with animal savagery, tried to bite her by the throat.

Gisela groaned, and her head swept over the pillow. My heart began to beat wildly, the body began to shudder, and — shortly before the apogee — it wakes up. And having already come into full consciousness, it begins to recall the details of its sleep. Pleasant warmth covers all of it, lying on a bedspread.

She glances at Thomas, listens to his even breathing and - rolling up his legs - drags down her silk panties. With his right hand he touches the contusive part of his body, with his left hand, the nipple on his left breast. Arousing itself more and more, gently rubbing the tips of the index fingers, strengthening the nipple and the clitoris, which easily groans over her small lips ... Fingers become faster, breathing increases, lips shame filled with its uterine fluid, muscles tremble, thighs shake convulsively, voluptuous sobbing the sound breaks from the lips. And firmly pressing the right handle between the inner surfaces of the thighs and intensively massaging the left breast, for several minutes she enjoys an orgasm, which had a misfire in her sleep, shuddering - shuddering again and again and experiencing relief after that, weakening and pacifying peacefully.

And now Gisela, with rosy cheeks, looks forward to returning home to her husband, who should have been expected after the day shift for about 2 or 3 hours. But something is not there, somewhere is delayed. Thomas should not be awake so long. After the advertising program on CDP (second German television), the little man was again told that he needed a buy-by.

The very same Gisela, stripped to the goal, lies on the spread couch and watches the repetition of the first television program. Next to the back of the chair put a white bathrobe. She is going to throw him on herself when the time comes to meet Heiner.

“If he again doesn’t have any desire, I have to explain it to him once and again,” she thinks many times in the afternoon. Everything in her in agitation. “I mentally betrayed him. True in thought. But it was great! Still no chill. " She lifts herself up slightly on her elbows, trying again and again to concentrate on the television game she knew.

The phenomenon of a drunken husband

When the bell rang at the apartment door, Gisela swiftly covered her nakedness with her bathrobe and slipped into high-heeled shoes, and ran from the living room to the hallway, so that she could open the door with a sweet crunch in her back. And - immediately assesses the situation.

“Drunk,” says her brain. - "What a love here! ... Already turned blue ... I bit down on the award ..."

Rage originates in it, and without that full excitement. Nevertheless, noticing Georg’s husband, who appeared next to her, she struggles, but takes possession of herself and with ostentatious courtesy, but says with trembling lips:

- Come in, hello.

Seeding the room, turns off the TV and sits in the chair. Putting one bare foot on the other and, without even giving Hein a glance, she points Georg to the place to her right. The owner, and without invitation, finds the opportunity to sit down - on the third chair.

Georg's eyes are fastened to the naked flesh of the tender Eve; but he also draws attention to the dark gaze of her eyes — the blue-star, as he called them to himself, the beautiful face and the pulsing veins on her throat, the bright chin protruding forward.

- Anything you have? He says.

Smiling, Gisela rises, gives Heiner a dismissive look, and energetically goes to the closet, pulls out and puts three ball-like glasses on the table, as well as a three-quarter bottle of cognac.

When she, starting to serve the table, is taken to pour cognac and touches on George Thigh, the restaurant owner does not miss this moment: the push - and Gisela finds herself in the arms of a blonde woman. Since the bathrobe with the fast movement fully opened in front, he has the opportunity to gently touch the cutie's full thighs with his hand. For a whole second, Gisela indulges in a subtle sweet wrinkle that runs all over her body. Closes eyes for a while and briefly exhales:

- Oh, my God, oh, my God!

But suddenly zadrygav legs, says with a gasp:

- No, Georg.

And the man, throwing a sidelong glance at Heiner, releases her.

The miner, who was just busy because you, after pouring all your premium on the fur wallet table, recounted the money, shouts:

- No, Georgi! And then it will become even cooler. And I can not more today.

“Can't you have more today?” - stressed re-asks Gisela, as if stunned. - As if you have already had time ...

Georg stood up for Heiner:

- Ah, nonsense. He was in trouble at the mine. He must be forgiven. He felt bad.

- Yes! - Heiner screamed. - I thought, probably, I have some whore? ... So? ... Here ... everything is up to the last pfen-ning!

And, having pushed the entire payback back into the fur wallet, he punches the marble slab of the table near the couch.

“Be careful, Heine, glasses,” George hurries to say.

- Gave schnapps.

“Prost, Georgi,” Gisela smiles at the fair-haired one.

“To health,” Heiner babbles.

They drink.

After the throat, the owner runs to the toilet, locking the door behind him with a loud click.

“Just piss,” he shouts from there.

Gisela pours more Georg and herself.

- Could you, grabbing the collar, immediately bring him home, and not arrange a party with him? He could have rolled up here at three o'clock.

“When I came to my institution, he was already good,” George lied, taking possession of her hands — warm, with everything warm, and with clearly protruding arteries on them.

Their eyes are immersed - sensually one in another. He gently pulls her down to him and sees in the lapel of a bathrobe a gloomy crevice between hard breasts.

She breaks out again.

- Leave it, Georg. Still, you are friends ... Heiner is so drawn to you.

Georg says hoarsely:

“Just so, Gizelpatz.” That's why ...

He digs into her and absorbs her gazes.

Gisela pours again, and the restaurant owner thinks: “My god, how wonderful it should be with her! What did Hi-ner say then in the mine? Gisela is able to finish a couple of times in one room. With Rosie, you have to strain yourself so that she can finish at least once. Gisela should still be glad that she has such a fat one. And even more when he can fuck for a long time! But Heiner, a pig, drunk already ... Our brother should have stayed here ... Sleeping on the couch ... True, the pig is jealous, hunts down like a hunting dog ... Well, I’m shit: Heiner isn’t honors high ...

Meanwhile, Lenz returns to the room and tries to navigate:

- You drink alone, right? Already two glasses? I also want another one. Yes, Heine is fat ... Heine is stupid, right? A cigarette.

- Bleval, come? - interested in Gisela.

- vomit? You are crazy!

- Enough, my good! She admonishes in his energetic voice.

- Not....