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The time was nearing midnight and the people in the bar were getting smaller. Tomorrow is a working day, and the institution was not one of those where nightlife usually rages. On the TV above the counter, a half-naked girl languidly stroked her own body, twisting herself around a pole. Oleg and Genka, finishing up what kind of beer in the evening, which is no longer accounting for beer, lazily exchanged views on life. It turned out that both lives - shit. And the money for both is not enough, and the bosses at work - goats, and even at home, with their wives, not everything is smooth.

- Look here! - Genka poked drunkenly on the TV - But if my so met me at least once a month, I would wear it in my arms! But no, she generally pretends that she has sex unnecessarily. You look at her - the whole hunt disappears! I already have difficulty with it ...

- Nah, Genych, I read this common thing ... Well, like when married for a long time ... How long have you been married?

Genka moved his lips briefly, counting, then said hesitantly:

- Well, maybe eight years old ... Exactly, I got married at twenty-one, and now I'm twenty-nine!

- You see! For so many years, everything has become boring ... Before, maybe, how did rabbits fuck?

- Yeah. - Genkino face at the memory of this broke into a smile.

Then, realizing something, he asked:

- Do you like this case? Well, I remember, did you get married around then? Well, plus or minus a year.

Oleg sighed:

- We have almost the same. I'm here from a clever build, but at the very same. Tanya now and then comes up with some excuse: she says she’s tired, she doesn’t want, she can’t, for technical reasons. Or a classic - her head hurts. And most importantly, I myself did not need much! Recently, for once, Tanka herself began to pester, but I would not believe it, I do not want to! No, I certainly honestly performed a marital debt, but the symptoms are not good.

- So what to do?

- I, Genych, went there specifically to the doctor. Which on these matters. It was he who advised me that we should somehow diversify life. Make a fresh stream, so to speak.

- Olezhka, you are not brains, you are not a doctor, but I am not a patient. We have known each other for so many years ... You just say what he specifically told you!

- Yes, I also say! - he frowned. - Do you think he gave me an hourly plan? Everything was so streamlined too. - Oleg snorted - Remember, he says, youth. In the cinema, go to a restaurant ... Dinner by candlelight ... Fuck in a hotel, such as a game ... such nonsense in general.

- Hmm ... - Genka sipped his beer in disappointment - I'm afraid none of this will help. If you don’t even want to fuck your Tanya ...

- And then immediately "even your Tanya"?

- Well, do not tell me! - objected Genk - Say what you like, it looks cool to you.

Oleg chuckled to himself. Tanka, having studied gymnastics for many years in her youth, somewhere she heard that the athletes who had stopped training were very quickly overgrown with fat. Since then, terribly afraid of getting fat, she regularly went on diets, went to the gym and harassed tons of creams, oils and lotions. As a result, her body still remained slim and fit, looking ten years younger.

- You, Gene, still say that when you see it in your riser begins! - Oleg winked at him and reached for a glass.

- Sometimes ... - he admitted. - What is there to hide.

- When did you do it? - Oleg got close, his eyes sparkled badly.

- No, Olezh, you do not understand! - Genk moved away, putting his hands in front of him - I'll explain now!

- Well!?

- Remember, we celebrated March 8 in the tavern? You are with Tanka, I am with Katka, someone else ...

- I remember.

- You then went to dance. On Tanka, there was still such a dress ... green, close-fitting, bare back and slit from behind to the ass. She still had stockings, I noticed.

- Damn it! - Oleg swore - He told her - you can see the legs up to the underwear! No, it went anyway! Cowards, though it was not visible?

- No, not visible. I already had enough. She was still swaying her ass so seductively.I look at her and I feel - an iron riser. My dance just wanted to pull me out too, but I can't in this form. They even quarreled a little.

- Aaa, now it is clear ... - Oleg calmed down. - That way I think that I get on your Katka. She also sometimes looks ... um ... exciting.

Katka, in contrast to Tanke, was a rather plump blonde-laughter. Not complete, but rather plump, with pleasant, eye-catching bulges in the right places, rounded smooth knees, white skin and round ever-surprised eyes.

- Hey, Olezh ... - Genka twisted the glass in his fingers - And would you fuck Katku, if the opportunity presented itself?

- No, what about you! She's your wife!

- And if I allow?

Oleg, not understanding, stared at him.

- You yourself said you need to somehow revive sex life. - Genka continued - If I allow you to agree to Katka to blow? For a change?

- I would probably agree ... But will she agree? And then how are you? Well you do with that?

Genka was silent, staring at his friend.

- Got it! - Oleg realized. The desired answer was clearly read in the eyes of a friend. - You count on Tanku!

A long pause hung over the table. Unexpectedly, Oleg discovered that he does not observe any particular jealousy or indignation in himself. On the contrary, for a moment it became even interesting to look at Tatyana under another man. He shook his head, chasing away seditious thoughts, but answered nevertheless:

- Well, for a friend it is not a pity, I will not object. Just what will she say about this? By the way, Katka is aware of your desires?

- Of course not! I myself have this option just come to mind!

- Eh, Genych! - Oleg sadly smiled - Dreams, dreams ... And if they refuse, what shall we do? And they refuse, mark my word! My for such a proposal can go in the face. - he thought a little - Or maybe he will agree, but this is unlikely. In general, the devil knows her!

- The main thing is that we agree with you! And there we will think of something. Well, come on for success!

Friends solemnly finished their beer. The contract of intent could be considered a prisoner. It was time to go home.

Oleg slowly walked along a deserted street, eagerly breathing in the cool air. Conversation with Genka rolled over in my head. His proposal, wild at first, more and more seemed not only correct, but also realistically feasible. In addition, Oleg was a little embarrassed in front of Genka. It just so happened that once, a year and a half ago, he was already trying to fuck Katka.

In exactly the same way, having stayed late in the bar, the friends decided to continue and fell to Genk's house. Just because Genka lived closer. Katka, who was already going to sleep, was somehow in a good mood and even agreed to skip a glass with them. To Genkin's shame, the bottle, on which he had been counting on inviting a friend to himself, was half empty. What remained was immediately divided into three and drunk, after which the owner gathered at the store, claiming that he would commit suicide if he did not give the guest a drink as expected. The persuasion of his wife and friend had no effect, and Genk, with a hat in his hand, jumped out the door.

Katka took cut salad. Oleg sat behind her back. Before his eyes rolled tightly covered robe buttocks.

- Catch, you do not have a little robe? - he teased her. - Not torn yet?

- Leave me alone!

- Not,...

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