I checked.

- Aaa, so you also checked!? You do not trust!?

“That's all, Ol, everything ...” I waved my hands, feeling that a little more — and I will remain guilty. - Closed the question. Let's go down, there are already all gathered.

Noticeably cheerful company settled down at the table. We squeezed into empty seats and joined the conversation. I peeked at Natasha, trying to guess from the face if she remembered at least something about the previous night or, like Olka, nothing. However, hangover suffering masked the rest. The conversation was about the fact that for the final recovery it would be nice to melt the bath. At the same time again the question arose with electricity, which still did not exist. After a brief discussion, it was decided: to send Alik with Vitka for electricity, and Sasha and I got a bath. Women will traditionally be engaged in kitchen affairs.

Sending an expedition to the transformer, we took a bath. Seeing her, I instantly said goodbye to hoping to steam up there all together. The bath was microscopic, for two, and that without excesses. But she was quickly overwhelmed. Alik and his brother, however, returned even faster, but with bad news: they couldn’t cope with the breakdown with their own forces, something had come to a head and only the trained electricians could repair it. And they, of course, will appear only after the holiday, which this year has fallen together with weekends already for three days.

As I expected, the bathing process did not bring anything interesting in terms of communication. Well, except that steamed. The girls managed to squeeze in three of them, and we walked in twos. But there was no trace of morning sickness. However, the "morning" - this is conditional. Some all woke up around three. And with all the trouble at the evening table sat down almost at night. Which is also not entirely true, since the table was a small table in the corner, freeing up space for dancing. The women insisted on this in one voice when they learned that an old-fashioned radio was lying around in the house, to which batteries from the TV remote were wonderful.

- Pour it! - Alik ordered, lighting the last candle.

Vitka poured, and women a little more. Soldering, sly - I thought - I suppose I hope that something breaks off to him tonight. Of course, at first, as usual, no one wanted to get drunk, but, again, as usual, for want of no other occupation, this is exactly what happened. All plucked up again. Alik and I went outside to smoke, and at the same time to get some air.

- Dim, what will we do next? He asked, puffing on. - I do not want to drink more, but it will be like yesterday.

Yesterday everything just happened pretty well for you. - I thought, and said aloud:

- I do not know. Humanity was spoiled - there is no electricity at all - and we have a disaster. Ancestors won a torch all their life - and nothing, they got along somehow.

- Well, duck tell me, what was their cultural program for the holidays? - grinned Alik.

I thought. Nothing came to mind except the universal scenario: vodka, balalaika and choral folk singing.

- Hell knows...

- Here I am about the same. Okay, let's go to the house. - Alik flicked a cigarette butt and turned to the door.

The house was already screaming radio. Immediately near the door, in the dusk, Sashka and his wife depicted a dance, swaying uncertainly. My Olka and Vitka were trampling near the table. Natasha alone was bored on the couch. Alik and I moved toward her when Svetkin heard a voice behind her:

- Well, do not, Sash! The guys are watching!

I turned around. Sasha, befuddled with alcohol, a woman's body and half-light, tried to get his wife under the dress and managed to lift him up from behind, exposing the chubby Svetka's thighs. True, not for long - this time Sveta repulsed.

- Come on, Light, do not bother him! - laughed Vitka.

- Yeah, right now! - She snapped, again shaking off Sasha's hands. - Will you look !?

- Yes, we will not!

- Turn away or what?

- Yes, even go out at all! Come on, guys, from here! Upstairs wait!

Making fun of Svetka, everyone else, jostling, fell out into the hallway. Finally, Vitka bent over the table and blew on the candles. The impenetrable darkness has come. Alik, as far as I could, closed the door that was twisted behind us. Naturally, nobody went upstairs. Everyone crowded right there in the hallway, silently listening to the sounds from the room.

From there, there was immediately a rustling and weak Svetkino:

- Sash, do not ... do not go there ...

- Well, now no one sees ... As you wanted ... - Sashkin whisper, on the verge of hearing.

- Anyway ... Hear the same ...

- And we quietly ...

- Careful, tear ... I myself ...

We listened in silence. A little disturbed muttering radio. I did not budge, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark. A rustling sound came from the room again, the sound of a zipper being unzipped and finally the quiet Svetkino “Oh ...”, replaced by a rhythmic rustling.

Next to me, someone passed. He creaked the floor to the side, where there seemed to be no one.

- Ol! - I called, driven by a sudden desire - Where are you?

- Here. - It came after a long pause from somewhere to the left.

A pause puzzled me a little. An attempt to remember who else is on that side has failed.

- Go here! - I called, stretching out my hands in small steps, moved towards me.

The following, perhaps, can be explained only by an inordinate amount of alcohol, which has dissolved all the rules of decency, and the darkness that creates the illusion of solitude. My hands stumbled upon a woman's body, just as carefully moving in the dark in my direction. Olka - I decided, and without ceremony I turned her back to me. She obediently, even too bent, leaning her hands on the wall. I hurriedly pulled off the pantyhose and shorts from the bulging backside, unbuttoned my pants and crouched, drove a member into it. Behind the door, without restraint, moaned Svetka. I moved to the beat with her moans, while trying to move the bra and get to the chest. Two steps from me I heard the familiar rustle of the removed stockings. Oh, Alik decided to join too! - I guessed. A lightning flashed, the man exhaled ... and from that side there was a quiet voice:

- Dim, slow down ... - Olkin said in a voice.

I stopped abruptly, immersed in the depths, as it turned out now, of someone else's vagina. I thought it was hard in my head that not only did I fuck someone else's wife, but also someone pulls Olka nearby. And she thinks it's me. Natasha, who was put on my cock, tried to crawl on her penis on her own, prompting me to action.

“Deeper ...” Olkin again heard the voice, and from the other side there was a clapping of someone else’s belly on my wife’s buttocks.

The situation is stalemate. If now to be loudly indignant, then it will immediately become clear that I am also depicting a far from exemplary spouse. In the meantime, women think that fucking with their husbands, then so be it. I grabbed Natasha's buttocks again and earned with a frenzy with my pelvis.

The hallway filled with women's sighs. Svetka was barely audible. Only at the very end, I dismantled her cry. Natasha
thanks to my works, she is not much behind her, without strength sliding down the wall. I, too, almost collapsed beside, spewing into an elusive vagina. Next, Olka gasped familiarly, greedily swallowing the air. Alik, panting, moved away from her. I stepped aside, buttoning my pants and bumped into him.

- After talk. He whispered, as soon as I opened my mouth.

Having groped Olka in the darkness and standing with cancer, I reached out to her crotch. Someone else's sperm oozed from a wide open entrance, but this did not cause any special emotions in me. I was even surprised myself. In the end, all have a good fuck, and who with whom - this is the tenth case.

- Well, can you turn on the light? - rustled with matches behind Vitka.

- Not! - screamed Natasha. - Give at least get dressed!

“C'mon, c'mon ...” he reassured her. - I'll wait.

Women were brought, bringing themselves to a decent look.

- Kindle! - finally allowed Natasha.

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