In the morning you have to hurry to work. But again the chic table was already laid in the kitchen. Shirt and pants are ironed. Socks and underwear already smell fresh. And eating hot pies and having time to stroke both tits and thighs naked Tatyana fluttering next to me, we “on the move” discussed with her what she was going to work with now. Somehow not intrusive, playfully Tatiana laid out five panties, five bras, five stockings, five skirts and five blouses. And 3-4 dresses with different belts. Well, sort of like that.

- Well, maybe we can still fuck on the track.

- So in the morning would have time to service. Until the evening, my beloved, after a bit left.

At the same time, I have time to play fingers deep into the vagina and sip hot tea. Already leaving the apartment, I just fall into a stupor. Tatyana's dress - shines through. And the nipples themselves, in spite of the presence of an over bra, protrude through the thinnest bra, and even through the dress. But as soon as she took me by the arm, I broke off - that's such a sexy candy-on-heels and in a fucking prikyd, hugging me with an all-out look.

How beautiful it is to peer into the contours of her smelling body! There was a feeling that Tatiana had time not only to steer her car, but also to nod at some familiar passersby. At the same time so incendiary laughing. At the same time, she had time to explain to someone “on-the-go” - this young man of mine is FAVORITE. Although maybe all of this just seemed to me too frequent, well, due to the fact that I simply did not expect such a possible behavior of my lady!

Fly up to the entrance of my plant. We rushed into a passionate kiss. There was a feeling that we were not parting until the evening, but in general, fuck it, forever!

- Do not even think about remembering your girls - I'm not going to share you with anyone. I remember - you promised to marry me.

At the same time, her look and tone were so unambiguous that she would in no way allow her to start discussing her words.

- Tanya, thank you for throwing up to work. Until the evening at home with you.

- I will be waiting for you in my car in the same place.

“So, don't you go to your work now?”

- I'm going.

- Well, probably, you BOSS will see that you are not in a mourning handkerchief and immediately begin to fuck?

Tatiana immediately took a black scarf out of her purse and tied it around my neck right in front of me.

- Well, the dress is transparent and the nipples bulging right through the dress - didn't you go to work like that before?

- Well, the main thing is that the mourning handkerchief. Yes, and that very BOSS, too, no longer alive.

- Like this?

- My Alik and BOSS were in the same car. Alik was behind the wheel and instinctively removed the blow from under him. The boss died immediately. And my Alik was in a coma for 20 days, tormented and did not survive. But I did not want to live for 40 days after the death of my husband. Only thanks to you, you see, she has become a transparent dress and has found such a caring and beloved man - you. So, if you are the favorite today to run away from me, you will be the last bastard.

It seemed that we didn’t mess up over the past days. And they were ready to communicate on any topic further. But, almost late for work, at last, we parted at the entrance of my plant. At work, I received calls from Tatiana, my ex-wife: “You were here on Friday in our city, which was going to your mistresses again for the weekend? I was waiting for you. ”Just talked - a call from Tatiana - my new mistress: "I feel in my heart that you want to leave me." I reassured her as best I could.

Then Elena from Yerevan called: “You, when you take a business trip to me?” Well, at least there were no “not convenient reproaches”. But suddenly, and she says something mystical into the phone “Did you decide to quit me?” I almost burst out impulsively: “You, women, are you betraying everything now?” Of course, I didn’t shake it up. Just caught that the women have a glimpse at the timbre of a voice.

I had to thoughtfully have a chat with her - and didn’t seem to allow her to develop the topic ... But again the call from my local mistress Tatiana: “Well, I can’t wait for the evening - well, they say, all lunch time at work - I think about you - with whom are you now shura-mura there at your job you are breeding? ”

Then came the call from Natasha, my Moscow mistress: “You always fly to Moscow on Friday to be with me. How did you get into your stinking Ryazan, past me? ”And I have thoughts - that all the women from the chain have broken off? What got to the bottom from all sides? But of course, I barked something neutral. Well, they say see you again, Natasha. But she wanted to remember something there, for romance, for the story of our love comforts. I felt with my brain that my present new mistress, Tatiana, was invisibly present somewhere. So, that sincerity Natasha was never able to withdraw. But I still had feelings of confusion - I was seized by a new passion for a new mistress and could not help myself with anything. Conversation under the pretext of employment chose to end.

And oh shit! After some time, again, a call from Tatiana - I'm actually waiting for you at your gate. For some reason, I believe that you ask for leave early. Come on my bunny - come out, your bunny has already powdered her nose. I suddenly thought that Tatiana was grateful to me that I “cut off the tails”. Well, in any case, my flair approved this particular version. SHIT !!! Maybe it's just my sick imagination ?!

Apparently all women inherent to give their alarm in the format of "hitting". And we guys take them hitting in the format of "and may indeed, something and knows about my mistresses." Most likely, women tend to rely on their instincts. That's all. And the men are just in a hurry to take the blame instead of “counterattacking”. Well, or at least say more decisively: “stop dreaming, just busy, not up to your snotty imaginations”. Rough. But apparently, this is precisely the requirement that women themselves seek for themselves.

In the morning I had no time for sex. But in the evening, apparently my eggs stopped whining so frankly. Their crash and over-exhaustion somehow smoothed out. But still the brain was moaning all the time - well, I can not stand such a marathon. I generally signaled the head of the member: "you, what do you want my death"? But the feeling of self-worth overwhelmed me just over the edge. I almost fucked the assistant of my boss with my eyes.

Yes, that there with eyes - it is not known why I managed to feel and feel it, after which I watched how she all the happy began to flirt and not only with me. I again felt in a state: “Lord! How many machines are there ?! And around the requests of dissatisfied women - mind-me-mind-me. ” And now only the triple calls of my new mistress stopped me from not having gone to a restaurant with any of the ladies today.

Coming out of the checkpoint, the deputy fluttered out with me. the boss and literally picked me up by the arm. She turns out to be waiting for the continuation of my vulgar actions. I hesitated and how could I supported her “innocent game”. I had to literally pull out my hand, explaining on the move - even the former, but still jealous wife is waiting for me at the gatehouse?

- ex-wife - all the same and jealous of you?

- Yes, she does it ...

I had to use such a stupid construction in order to complicate her perception of my words. But for some reason I was really scared that my current lover, Tatiana, will see that I communicate with the ladies who grab me by the handles ...I spoke to her conspiratorially quickly in my ear - tomorrow I will undress you in the same place to “without panties” and immediately ran a few meters away from her, but I turned around and sent a kiss. She took it as a flirt and threw a handbag at me. I immediately threw my handbag back like a pink-ponk and was completely burnt.

Literally two minutes later I was already face to face with Tatyana whose hands were clenched into fists from the disarray.

- darling! Well, just imagine for a moment what would I see if I met you from your work? - I had no choice but to counterattack strongly. - Well, here I have ...