Lada cried all night. She recalled all these high-profile stories of oligarchs who had taken their children away from their powerless wives who had failed to defend themselves. She even saw some of them at parties. Chic unhappy women carefully concealing their misfortune. If she knew what would be one of them. But she precisely understands, for what she has these torments. All she herself ... She again scored R. M., and he answered. Lada did not see the children for 2 days and therefore said into the phone: - I missed you and the children. May I come? “Tomorrow with me after work,” was her answer.

They were sitting in the nursery: Lada was rolling a swing on a daughter who started to sit, a man was busy with his son. She didn’t seem to have a glued smile on her face, masking tears that were ready to spill. He rather looked at his family. Still asked about the tour. - They will do without me there ... - with a smile to him. “And we need a mom, we can't do without her, right?” - fun for children. Called the nanny. He gave the girl a hand and raised her, whispered that he had not been in the sauna for a long time and he was waiting for her there.

- Stronger, more! - he commanded the gushing Lada. - Come on! She was afraid to hit harder, so as not to give pent-up emotions. Then she lay down, and he well whipped her, not holding back, so that she was hurt. He sat next to her, lying, stroking her on the wet face of the neck, lowered his hand on his chest and squeezed it. - Did you miss? She nodded and smiled at him. Then he pulled her closer to her groin and spread her legs; she sighed, raised herself up, turned onto her side, hugged his hips and dived her head between them. Holding his hair, he watched smugly as she selflessly licked his half-formed penis, trying to swallow deeper. With a thoughtful smile, he ran his hand across her back, stroked her thigh, and made a tight thigh. She hastily spread her legs, and he squeezed her pubic head with a thrusting finger into the crack. She held her dick in her mouth for so long, sucking in, that, laughing, he tore it off and pulled it out of the steam room.

- Show me how much you missed, - he sat on the sofa and spread his arms on the back. She crouched in front of him and, with gentle touches, led her hands up his wet feet. She masturbated her erect penis, pressed her breast against it and rubbed it. Slipped her lips in kisses from the groin to the chest, sucked her nipples in her mouth, bit her. She straightened, took a hard cock and sent it to herself; firmly seated against him, squeezed by internal muscles and pressed her mouth to his smiling lips. She was either tender or frantic: she barely touched him with the tip of her tongue, or felt a bite, pressed her tightly into the sofa, crushing her breasts full of milk about him, then held her shoulders with outstretched arms, seductively turning her nipples. She pressed his hands to her chest, then lowered them onto her hips, then kissed his fingers, prompting them to lower them, wet, into the lower abdomen and stimulate her point of pleasure. And after that, she pressed herself to him and tormented his laughing lips with insatiable kisses. After its eruption, she slipped off his thighs and eagerly sucked into the mouth a diminished member with droplets of semen at the tip, so as not to let a single spill. Exhausted, she lay down, he sat down with her. - Do you know where I saw it all? - kissing her. - I know, in the same place where I am: in the cinema, - breathing heavily and responding to kisses. - I like it. Pamper me more? - At any time at your request! Then he rolled her, laughing wearily, on the water in her arms, and she hugged him. At night in bed, he pressed tightly against her warm back and snored, while she, without sleep, studied the wall before her eyes and wiped the tears that did not stop.

In the morning she pressed herself against his chest and laid her hand on her dignity, lying limply. - You became insatiable.What happened to you during these few days while you thought? - I understood how wrong. I just want you to be fine with me ... - hiding his eyes and turning away. “I promise you will not regret choosing a family.” We need you ... me ... continue ... that's so good ... yes ... In the eyes of the children and the nanny at the door, the dad leaving for work gently kissed his mother, hugging him tightly; the son clapped his hands and squealed something, the daughter tried to imitate him. Only the nanny noticed the upset face and reddened eyes of the turned Lada.

Lada made friends with a balanced woman with an even temper. Laughing, she recalled how she looked suspiciously at her, young, then, after the first birth, and was afraid to leave her with the baby. Although she was almost twice as old - the same age as a businessman - they communicated in confidence. In a casual way dropped by the remarks of the one about the girl’s frequent gaiety, Lada suddenly told the story of her men and her children. She was exhausted to keep everything to herself, to hate herself and to suffer alone. She marveled at the unusual nature of what happened, called the story a series show, and regretted it. I noticed that the sadness of the girl is noticeable and advised to hide her deeper, so as not to cause unnecessary questions from a businessman. - He treats you badly? Beats? Demands something unconventional? - asked the woman, walking with her and the children. The girl shook her head. - Then nothing can be done, will have to endure and wait. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Like all those who, with their husbands, not for love, but for other reasons. You just do not lose hope, maybe still formed. Or maybe you’re so used to it that you don’t want to change anything, so what’s good to look for ... Lada smiled incredulously and shook her head.

R. M. was celebrating his 50th anniversary and had something to demonstrate to business partners and acquaintances: the successful singer is the eldest son, two wonderful kids and the young beautiful wife, as he presented to everyone charmingly smiling Lada at the banquet. Her son sang, his wife danced - the guests envied R.M. such successful projects. Dancing with a wonderful looking Lada, the man conveyed to her the general admiration of those invited, thanked for the successful role played by the hostess of the evening. The girl was not surprised compliments; for the first time being among serious people in the role of R. M.'s wife, she only felt as if she were on the stage, where she had long been easier.

At night, spreading her on a wrinkled bed, the man said that he was happy to see her next to him and hoped that she too. Looking straight into his eyes, the smiling girl answered in the affirmative. Later, she squirmed so erotically and moaned under the hail of his blows in her, under the touch of his powerful hands, that she even feared whether she was replaying. It seems that he did not notice anything, being in captivity of positive emotions and her gentle hands.

It was spring, Lada was walking along the Manezh with the children in a wheelchair, waiting for a nanny who had never been to the Armory and gone there. In a couple of hours she was supposed to meet with Maxim and wondered how much she could stay at that one. At some point, she noticed that for some time already she was following Andrei, almost stepping up on his heels. She recognized him immediately. She would recognize him even in the dark, even after many years. Trying not to fall behind, she was embarrassed to call him, not counting on a friendly meeting. And she was desperately afraid that he would now go down to the subway, get into the car and disappear altogether. Now forever. As she considered all these years without him. And she mentally asked. And he turned around. And immediately stopped. And she still stumbled upon it. Stroller With mixed, not at all negative emotions, he transferred a startled look from Lada to children. They greeted each other. - Your children? She nodded. - From him? She shook her head. - Are you married? Long? After a while, a negative head movement. - Ah ... How are you? Are you dancing - Yes. I give more dancing to others. - I saw your ad. And billboards. You are a celebrity. It seems something on television ... Is that you?

Lada had a lump in her throat, she could only nod; her eyes were rapidly filling with tears, and she threw up her head so that they would not spill out. She stopped smiling, realizing that he was leaving now and she had nothing to hold him. Having called, the nanny came up ...