Hello. From nothing to do, I decided to describe my interesting evening. So where do you start? To begin with, I actually sat in the closet. In which? In the usual wardrobe. On the shoulders down shirts, dresses and even some kind of clothing. Probably. It was dark after all. In general, I tell you, it is terribly uncomfortable to sit in the closet. I will not even explain why. Especially since I've been in the closet for about an hour. Again, I guess. I turned off the phone, out of harm's way. Not enough yet, that he would not that rang, vibrated. Therefore, I did not know how long I was sitting in the closet. Maybe a few minutes, in idle time stretches worse than ever. It was still good something like a box for linen, which faithfully served me as a chair.

What else can you say about sitting in the closet? How to say it, I was naked. Yes, yes, completely. Things were lying next to him in a heap. So what's next. Feet, legs numb, I did not feel them. The back ached, especially in the neck. This can be corrected by kneading the leaked areas. But not in my situation. I was told to sit quietly, quieter than water.

This is how you can briefly describe my position. Probably no need to explain why I was naked, with things, in someone else's wardrobe. Or is it worth it? Everyone who guessed Respect. For the rest I explain, I was at my mistress's house. Cabinet accordingly also belonged to her. Husband overeat pears, returned from a business trip earlier. That same ha! Describe my emergency placement in the closet does not see the point. On this subject there are lots of jokes. Anecdotes! Someone told me that all the jokes from life. I remember, I laughed for a very long time how such things can happen in life, these are sheer absurdities. Well, yes, nonsense. Well, all the same, there is nothing to do, it was like this, I promised to talk about the evening, I’ll tell you everything.

At first I was very scared, not for myself. Natashka was a worthy woman, she did not want problems. Hearing from the front door the sound of the key being turned, the string of groans and sighs coming from two people engagingly having sex, was interrupted. Very, by the way, sorry. Natashka was just approaching the cherished point, and I enthusiastically penetrated her pliable body, leading her to the abyss of an orgasm. We froze, as if we pressed the "Off" button. Further flown before my eyes with the speed of a bullet. I jumped up, with a standing member at the ready, not to let a knight with a spear do not take it, and I stared at my mistress. With his gestures he asked, and? Natasha decided quickly. Darting into the hallway, oh, how she was beautiful in the nude, running through her own apartment in saving her lover and her own honor, and brought my jacket and shoes. I picked up the rest of my belongings on the way to the closet. All clothes quickly placed in the corner of the closet. Behind which, not having time to recover to the end, I went too. Finally, hearing "sit quietly, pull out," the cabinet doors closed behind me.

What to do next, I had no idea. I managed to laugh and be angry. All hope was for my mistress. Could I endlessly wipe her wardrobe with my bare ass? However, time passed, but nothing happened in the area of ​​my deliverance. I could hear only the reaching, muffled sounds of a conversation between a husband and wife, and nothing more. Although, I concluded one conclusion, my husband did not suspect anything. Otherwise, the inspection of the apartment he arranged would lead me to a demonstration of his naked virtues, not only in front of Natasha, but also in front of her husband. With Natasha, everything is clear, for her I am naked is not a novelty, but my husband, I believe, would be very surprised what the hell in his closet is sitting naked man. Here that sense of humor would have left him unequivocally.

Having lost track of time, I still tried to change my position. Hardly having decided to move from a place, voices of spouses rushed into a bedroom.

- Vasya, what are you doing ... eat with me, ohhh ... Lord ... Vasen ...

Both-on, it seems, I will witness the sex of spouses! Well, at least some entertainment. The truth is not clear how this will help me slip out of the apartment, but there was still nothing to do. Meanwhile, the passion in the bedroom heated:

- Go, come to me ... phew ...

The bed gave a familiar creak under the bodies of the spouses. It is clear settled.

- Come on, I love you ... mmm ...

Hearing smacking sounds, I realized a blowjob. Natasha knew how to do blowjob. She really liked it. She sucked a member with great sensuality, and that especially impressed me, with some respect or something. Yes, it is respect. Rarely now such a woman will meet. Natasha truly respected me as a man. Of course, I liked that damn thing.

Having listened to the fuss on the bed as much as possible, the door didn’t want to let the sound through completely; I, besides my own will, felt blood rush between my legs. Wow, gets up. It is clear that no sounds, the rise of a member in a perpendicular position could not publish. But I knew it was not at the right time, not at all at the right time. When my dick is standing and not attached anywhere, the itch overcomes the hell out of it. And to me it was, to put it mildly, uncomfortable.

- Vassenka, a kiss ... me ... Mgm, there, yes ... Tender, like this ... Oh, gentleness ... you are mine ...

Damn, some words drowned in the closet door, not giving the opportunity to catch all the shades. It turned out like that to sit and eavesdrop on sex, very exciting. Moreover, now the husband, at the request of Natasha, will stick her little tongue to the pussy of the wife. But on this I would like to see. Natasha probably spread her knees, pressing them to his chest. It was in this position that she preferred to meet this very intimate affection. I prepared myself a minute and I would hear heavy chest moans. So it is, after about a minute Natasha's moans broke around the bedroom. I touched the penis with my fingers, flint. Not really fearing that they might hear me, not up to the guys, I had to hold my head in my fist, because, as I had supposed, it was inconceivable to start itching. It was necessary to organize at least some kind of contact with the member. The head filled the palm and felt the girth, somewhat rested.

For about a few minutes, Natasha gave herself up to passion, stirring moans, with light screams and asking where to suck, where to kiss, and so on. Fortunately, she asked about it loudly, I even thought it was especially for me, I wanted to tease. In the process of all this sound, I was really completely unbearable, I wanted to either fuck or stick a member in someone's charming female mouth. It is desirable Natashkin. But but but. Some solid "but." Can spit in the palm, but get acquainted with Dunka Kulakova? Yeah, and where to end? On an evening dress, or on husband's shirts? Trouble, in a word. While I was grieving over my position, the situation on the marital bed flowed into the next logical stage.

- I want to go back - oh, I first heard the voice of Natasha's husband. I sighed, I also want, and also from behind!

- Yes, yes, - the bed began to creak again, obviously, Natasha changed her position on the dogi style.

The new creaking of the springs marked the following, the husband settled down in front of his wife's pussy and was ready to fulfill the marital debt, which had been so long interrupted by a business trip. Mentally giving the peasant a command "forward", I heard the sound of a rhythmically creaking bed. Everything began. By the way, I was getting used to this mattress for a long time, I even suggested to Natasha to buy a new one. Or call the master, let him smear something there. But she waved away, the husband supposedly got used, everything suits him. As I said, it didn’t suit me, I initially fucked in our headphones. You turn on something rhythmic, I really liked AC / DC in these moments, and let's push the young man under the skin. Yes, and only then Natasha was different, you do not respect, you do not appreciate, and my moans and cries are better than any music and so on, I lose the thread with you. In a word, I had to remove the player and get used to the bed. I once tried to transfer our sexual games in the living room, there is such a strong sofa, but no, I want sex only on the bed in the bedroom. Any idea she has, you see, in her head.Nothing can be done, abbreviated. Do not leave such a gorgeous woman because of the creaky mattress ?!