- Do not fly off. - she turned to face him.

- Yes. - Oleg was forced to agree - It is not noticeable that he was small in the chest. You, probably, tits a bra clamp. In order not to stick out and men did not provoke.

- There is no bra on me! - offended Katka. - Everything is natural!

- Oh well, can not be!

- Want to show?

- Yeah ... - Oleg blurted in a stupid grin, expecting to see the chest in all its glory.

- Look!

Katka undid the two top buttons and pushed the dressing gown in the middle to the centimeter, showing only a narrow strip of skin from the neck to the abdomen not intersected by any bra. The most interesting thing remained covered up.

- It seems there really is nothing - Oleg said disappointedly, watching as she buttoned the buttons again.

- Of course not! I was going to sleep, but I always sleep naked! - katka flirted.

“So maybe there are no panties on you?”

- There are no pants on me, Olezhek, no! She giggled. - Want to show?

“I want to ...” Oleg agreed, deep down realizing that here too he would not be allowed to see much.

Katka became sideways, with one hand pressed her robe down in the abdomen and the other pulled her leg up.

- Well, sure? - She asked when a bare thigh appeared before Oleg's eyes without any signs of any tissue.

“Uh-huh ...” he croaked hoarsely.

Bathrobe returned to its original state, hiding everything.

- Olezhek, did you get excited in any way? - Katka continued to mock. - Maybe you still got up?

- I got up ... - Oleg agreed. - Kate ... - he took her by the wrist - Or maybe we are with you ... well, this is ... quick, eh?

- What more! - Katka pulled out his hand. - Fool! Would be sober, in the face would get for such an offer!

- Ka-a-ut ... You yourself teased me ...

He grabbed her knee painfully and pulled her to him, clumsily pulling out his stiff member from his pants. Having coped with this, he with an effort pushed Katkina's legs apart and pulled her towards him and downwards, trying to seat her on a rod sticking to the ceiling. Katka looked with horror at the purple head, with both hands rested against Oleg's shoulders and did not want to sit down.

- Catch, why are you? - he excitedly whispered - We quickly! Come on, sit down! You'll like it!

Sure, in the end he would have received his, but at that moment the saving bell rang. Genk returned. Fortunately, he was too lazy to use the key, which is why he lost an entertaining show. Katka immediately freed and rushed to open. Oleg instantly sobered up and gained the ability to think. It turned out he had just nearly raped a friend's wife. Grabbing his coat and hat in his arms, he hurried to leave the hospitable house, on the verge of encountering pleased Genka, waving a bottle in front of his nose.

- Where are you going? - he was surprised.

- Gene, it's late already, I'll go home. She has already called. - Oleg walked around a friend who did not understand and rushed down the stairs.

Later, Oleg had long been afraid to meet Katka face to face. In the early days, he and Genki were a little afraid, but soon he became convinced that his wife did not tell him anything. He diligently avoided her for several months, but Genk still dragged him somehow to himself. Katka made it clear that something had once happened between them, talking to him as if nothing had happened. Over time, Oleg thawed out and even sometimes allowed himself harmless jokes with her, but sometimes, catching her gaze, he felt uneasy. Although Katka is also good ... - he thought - Vaughn when Genka returned in a second, twisted out and ran away. What then, I ask, didn’t do it right away? Sometimes Oleg even regretted that Genka did not linger for ten minutes, but in the end he decided that it would be better to consider that there was nothing and forget everything, especially Katka seemed to have the same opinion.

And now Genka offers to openly swap wives.Oleg was afraid. that if everything works out then Katka, under this case, lays out that story to her husband and, which is much worse, Tanke. However, still with a pitchfork it was written on the water, maybe Genk will sober up and think again tomorrow. Although Oleg himself still wanted to fuck Katka in the present, slowly, in various poses on a normal bed.

The next day, Genk didn’t make himself known, and Oleg became firmly convinced that his friend had changed his mind. However, two days later he rang the bell and demanded to meet in the same bar in the evening, vaguely hinting that it was necessary to clarify the details of the “same” contract.

- Well, Olezhek, did not change his mind? - the first thing he began to find out.

- It seems not yet. That's just, Gene, I sobered up a little here and now have absolutely no idea how to crank it.

- For this, I called you and. We will think.

- Let's think.

- Firstly, Genk sipped his beer - I came to the conclusion that if you just offer them, they would not agree. My for sure.

- Mine too.

- So, we must not ask, but smoothly bring them to this after the fact. So that if they come to their senses, it is already too late.

- It's obvious. More specifically?

- Well, uh ... it's harder. Maybe get together, wine, candles, dancing ... you're from mine, I'm from yours ...

- No, it will not work. They will be afraid of each other, even if they don’t mind at all. What is also not a fact. And in another room to lead away - the same thing, they will not go. Now, if Katka and I would get drunk and fall asleep, but you wouldn't ...

- Also not an option - Henk winced. - Firstly, it is necessary to take care of health, secondly, then you will remain fucked, and then, suddenly, will your Tanka get drunk too? I am only ready to answer for myself.

Gradually from simple options friends moved to more complex, and then to completely fantastic. Despite this, it was worthwhile for only one of them to suggest how the other immediately smashed his plans to smithereens.

- Then I do not know! - after a couple of hours, Oleg once again snorted - My fantasy has dried up, I can not offer anything more!

- So you really offer! - Genka objected. - Olezhek, well, you yourself think, what kind of magic voodoo is here !? Shoot the fantasy!

- Yeah, but how did he offer hypnosis himself?

“Well, yes ...” Genk lowered his tone. “I lost my temper ... But in general, let's have a beer and closer to reality.”

“Why, I’m not getting any closer ...” Oleg sighed.

- And I know what I thought now? - Genka sipped from his glass - And why the heck did detailed plans for us? Here, for example, come on a weekend to our cottage! Shashlyk there, bath ... In the bath, you have to undress, beer again ... - half the work has already been done. And there it will be seen. It will work out - well. It will not work - then we will continue to think.

- Well, so be it. - Oleg agreed, who also began to bother with unsuccessful attempts to invent something such - Let's try.

They decided to try in two weeks. First I had to bring Genkin's dacha, which is in a state of permanent repair, into a more or less decent appearance. Oleg, having stopped several times to help, with a special bias studied the bathhouse, sticking his nose into all corners.

- And here what? - he twitched incomprehensible door in the waiting room.

- Where? Aaaa, this is a pantry ... There are all kinds of brooms, woks, basins, towels ... You are tugging harder, it's not closed there, just wedged ...

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