was "- in these words, paraphrasing Vysotsky, you can briefly describe my condition at this unforgettable moment. For the first time I tried the taste of sperm - thank God, mine - and for some reason this did not frighten me! I was surprised, I will not hide it, but somehow it was not disgusting. Maybe because your own? The taste is certainly somewhat unusual, but it does suggest some associations. It resembles the taste of a raw chicken egg, more precisely, even a protein, slightly salted, some kind of glandular taste - like blood in the mouth - and gives a little wine, but this is probably from Lyudmilka mixed taste, she drank wine. We kissed with her carefully, apparently she was afraid to scare me with some sort of trick. And when I realized that I did not feel disgust, I ran my tongue into my mouth, and I gladly met him with my tongue.

Suddenly, suddenly twisting out of my hands, she rushed from me to the other girls, since the disorder in her clothes was completely absent, and nothing could compromise her in this way. When I, having found the strength in myself, brought my appearance in order and went out into the kitchen, Lyuska, as if nothing had happened, laughed, and wiped her t-shirt with a napkin. I, from what I saw at that moment, probably had a heart attack: I hiccupped, turned pale, although it threw me into heat, not into the cold, was dumbfounded and lost the gift of Russian speech. All the words that were supposed to flash in my head that was stunned by what I saw, merged into one single thing - P & D! This is because she scrubs semen, probably dropped when they kissed. P I C D E T, my wife will kill me ... "But if there is still God in the world, this woman is a god, not a man" (as well as the devil is a tempter in one person) ... The words from the song came to mind a little later, when Lyudka, seeing my dumbing down, as if by chance, explained her behavior with spilled mineral water, the glass with which she grabbed from the table, barely entering the kitchen. Apparently, a drop of a suspicious character did take place on a T-shirt, and Lucien (experience, mop your ivy, you won't drink it!) Instantly oriented. I probably couldn't have done so quickly. It only remains for me to pretend that I stood as a “salt pillar” because of a sudden attack of radiculitis, since my wife and Elka did not get distracted by us, but continued to argue. The dispute was aggravated by the fact that Elka (this is a fool!) Decided to invite us to her dacha, with an overnight stay, and in a very original way.

I cite its text, practically unedited: “And no excuses! Come, not going anywhere. Only I have no light at the dacha now, the builders got it wrong in the redevelopment. Sasha, I fucked expelled, that from him something. And your Vovk can, very easily, as a friend, this is the most electricity to fix. And by the night, how to manage it, he will call you, and you will drive up. ”Well, no shit yourself, an application for delivery! And my wife, although already drunk specifically, but feels: this “F” is not so simple. Too distinctly sounds another invitation to swing.

I actually do not react at all, to me on the drum - after the youngest elder simply does not roll. The only thing you do not want is to fall into the service of her. My husband is stalling, in no way he wants to give me into “slavery”, so here Ludka also sticks in, but she wisely changes the subject. “You,” he says, “my sister, actually, I must first be invited. I haven’t been at your dacha for two years now, here you are inviting “outsiders”, but not me. “And such a dispute was started between them - I would even say a quarrel.

However, at this moment prudently shut up, thank God, the discussion of my person stopped ... ”The music played for a short time, the fraer danced for a short time ... all agree well. They drank, and more than once. And then another unexpected exclamation jumps out of Lyudka (one cannot say otherwise): “Do you know Svetik, I’ll probably take care of your husband.He, I saw, (when did I have time?) Some interesting programs, I need to install them on a computer, otherwise I alone will not be able to. “And what is characteristic, all this time is staring at me. I begin to mumble something about the lack of time, experience, etc. ... By this time my wife just looked in front of her and no longer understood anything, so there was no objection on her part. But Lyuska, such an infection, tells me: “You know, I actually invited one young man before, but he doesn’t take the money, but he thinks that I’m calling him on another occasion ... well, you know what it is. Well, I need it, how to pay it off like that? ”

I had never met a more honest look, which she had at that time. Well, an actress, well, talent! If it were not for the wet reminders on her T-shirt and the languor in my loins - then I probably would have believed this look. And since I do not suffer from memory failures, I understand that they are going to use me again, and, most likely, in two directions at once. I do not even know how I will get out of this situation? My wife will not go with me, of course she will not let me go alone ... Secretly, to work, with possible in-kind payment?

But Elina also invited me to the dacha, “to fix the light” ... As they finished their drinks and tried to bring my wife back to reality (I wonder, why should they?) I tried to comprehend what happened. A dream come true idiot, he saw a blissful smile in the mirror. I do not blame myself, in a word ... They left in rags drunk, good Lyusya lives nearby. Of course I wanted to spend, tickle your nerves for the night - but did not dare. I was afraid that I would not restrain myself, and I would be stuck with Lyuskaya for a long time, and my wife would notice. I was going to call in the morning, inquire about my state of health after yesterday, and did not call, I am afraid, to be honest, to continue. Here I am such a coward in short pants - I respond to the initiative, and I myself am embarrassed. Okay, let's hope for the best, Lyudka will call me all the same, and then we'll see who, whom, for how much and for what. I will not go to Elke - too ...