- Singing, you yourself chatted an hour ago about the chicks, - Paul smiled reassuringly at Professor.

Kolesnikov’s stiffened member walked up and down in the woman’s hand, and unable to cope with the excitement, the man remained seated, only shyly pulling a long tablecloth over his knees.

“While I was steaming, did you call a prostitute?” - asked a stunned Kolesnikov in a changed voice.

- Insult! Especially for you invited our girlfriend! - Pavel laughed tenderly.

“A friend ...” Kolesnikov repeated senselessly, feeling the invisible woman touch the penis with her lips.

- Let's drink again for the acquaintance, - Mikhail raised his glass.

Hardly holding back a wheeze of pleasure, Kolesnikov clinked glasses with friends. To continue the conversation, depicting imperturbability, while the blonde hiding under the table sits her mouth on his penis was unbearable, but at the same time in an adventurous fascinating.

Instinctively, Kolesnikov ran his hand under the table, and in his palm jumped the hot flesh of a naked female breast, which it was so pleasant to squeeze, knead, and stroke.

Blowjob was so skillful that despite the intoxication, for a long time the professor was not enough. After the release of sperm, the woman clung even more strongly to the member, so that Kolesnikov became clear, she sucks his sperm, swallows it to the very last drop.

- Successfully? - Pavels inquired attentively, noticing how Kolesnikov was stressed, was replaced by relief.

“Phew,” the professor sighed loudly, evoking a kindless laugh at the audience.

- Lison, get out to get acquainted with our friend! - Paul called.

Kolesnikov blushed. It's one thing when some kind of ghost person does his own thing under the table, and quite another to face her gaze.

“High-brow colleagues would see me now,” the sober professor thought to himself embarrassedly.

The woman was brought in and crawled out from under the table. In his imagination, Kolesnikov unwittingly already painted her image. Young, thickly painted girl with arrogant, not burdened by intelligence, face. Vulgar and habalist, not wanting to learn or work. Who else will climb under the table in the sauna, just like that, in his own way, suck an unfamiliar peasant while he eats vodka with friends.

When Kolesnikov saw his former wife Liza before him, he almost cried out in shock.

*****

The sky outside the window was embarrassed pink by the dawn glare, so the light in the apartment could not be lit. Sitting in the pose of the listener, leaning his cheek on his hand, Kolesnikov greedily drank burning coffee, sneaking a peek at Lisa, who was sitting on a worn out sofa.

The first minutes in the room hung heavy silence, and finally sobered Kolesnikov already cursed himself for having volunteered to take Lisa from the sauna home, and then accepted her timid invitation to go up to the apartment.

Probably, it was necessary to leave everything as it was, for it was not for nothing that they, like real spies, so diligently hid their long-term acquaintance all night, but the painful understatement arising from the strange meeting overpowered.

Apparently, Lisa understood what feelings, thoughts, and emotions filled her former husband, and therefore she herself began to speak, confusedly, confusedly, as if in a confession.

- You, probably, are now tormented by thoughts, was I the same in marriage? She asked with an unexpected challenge.

“They are tormented,” agreed Kolesnikov.

- Not! Never! - Lisa broke out. - Do you remember how you asked how many men I had before you? I then told the absolute truth. Only three. And then thirteen years of swan fidelity to our marriage.

Kolesnikov did not mind. In fact, that his wife all thirteen years of marriage, they fuck together in saunas, as if they were a substitute whore, could not believe it.

- It all started six months ago. From my vacation. How? Why? Why? - Lisa thought.“Forgive me, but I cannot intelligibly answer such questions even to myself.” Is it important now?

“It doesn’t matter,” agreed Kolesnikov, driving away the picture of how his former spouse was being dragged before his eyes an hour ago.

“Now you've seen all three of my lovers.” Of course, they do not belong to me. Pasha fuck everything that moves. Mikhail is married. Vlad is not just married, he has two children. But they do not forget me, - Lisa continued with strange, vicious enthusiasm.

- Meeting with unfree men is always difficult. But it is especially difficult when you are considered a slut, - Lisa smiled bitterly. - Although I have already adapted. I don’t expect any particular comfort, or attention, and I’m quite accustomed to live without it. The fastest and most affordable option for guys is a blowjob in the car. Not far from the school where I work, there is a deaf dead end. When one of my boys drives by, he will call me. I take off a bullet, get in the car.

- At first, I was afraid that my working wardrobe would strain them. After all, I, as a school principal, dress strictly for work, and I cannot allow anything frivolous, ”Lisa sighed. - But then, I realized that this contributes to the contrary. To drive off a few meters, and right near the school, give a serious woman to suck up with a sight, doesn’t this additionally excite?

Kolesnikov presented his ex-wife in a snow-white business blouse, and a strict pencil skirt, who jumped out of the next pedsovet, to hug his penis right in the front seat, and sit down on it to the depths of male eggs. This wild picture is really exciting.

“But for almost thirteen years you’ve almost never ...” Kolesnikov hesitated, “You haven’t done that.” Even in bed.

“I didn’t do it before, honey,” Lisa gently corrected him, and, remembering the blonde a few hours ago, fumbling under the table, Kolesnikov nodded forcedly.

- Did you like it? I know that I liked it! You were so drunk, I was afraid that I would have to do it for a long time, but you quickly finished. Really, I'm great?

After meeting his gaze with his former wife, Kolesnikov noted that her eyes glowed with a feverish shine, and her breathing became intermittent.

- I am now very experienced. Specially watched porn. Trained at home on dildos. Look here.

Lisa got up, and gently shaking her round hips, reached the closet, removing from there a clear semblance of the penis. With a nimble motion, she pinned the device to the coffee table. Shocked Kolesnikov swallowed running saliva.

- These exercises give birth so! - returned to her place Lisa.

Against his will, Kolesnikov presented how his former spouse returns home after a hard day of work, which consisted in the pedagogical education of young, fragile minds.

Surely, undressing, completely exposing his tight, slim body. Although not, perhaps, he puts on those very thin, transparent nylon stockings that he once gave her for her birthday. He gets this eerie dildo out of the closet and lovingly sets it on the table. He tries on his knees, carefully imitating the pose of a minetchitsa, and then, opening his mouth wide, begins to lick him, smoothly setting his lips to the ground.

From these fantasies alone, Kolesnikov swept a small chill.

“I took striptease lessons,” Liza listed with pride with which she used to be proud of her scientific work. “When the boys call me to the sauna, where we met, they order me to dance in front of them.” The sauna is generally good, because there they use not only my mouth, but they also fuck for real.

Lisa thoughtfully pondered, and then sharply asked, as if reconsidered:

- Nothing that I tell you all this?

“Go on,” the professor muttered, unable to get rid of his unhealthy interest in the story.

- Michael and Vlad introduced me to their wives.“New Pasha's girlfriend”, this is how they introduced me, although by conversation, intonation, and by the appearance of their wives, I immediately understood what was meant, “the new slut Pashka,” Lisa paused, shooting eyes at the former Read more →