week without sex. Gradually, sex began to turn into routine, duty. And any duty discourages desire. So, after a year or two, we also had sex 2-3 times a week. As they say, just to let off steam.

The water in the jacuzzi was cold, and I was tired of sitting in the water, and I suggested that Irishka go to the steam room, promising to open the door a little, so it would not be hot. She quickly agreed, as if she had bothered to sip in the water. I went for another bottle of beer, covered Alexander, who was huddled in the chair-bed, checked my wife, straightened the blanket and came back. Helped Irina to get out of the jacuzzi. Damn, during the conversation, in the twilight, I forgot how long her legs, what a stunning ass and how graceful she is in motion. Now, in drops of water on a tanned body, she was breathtaking in the beam of light from the steam room. We went into the steam room. Irishka sat on the second shelf, legs tucked under herself, on the towel I had put on. I opened the door, hung a blanket on the door so that the light through the glass door did not fall on the sleeping. Yes, and it is quieter for ourselves, why should our halves know that we are sitting here.

Having spilled fresh beer in glasses and sat down next to Irishka, I took her hand. Her fingers were like ice, goosebumps ran over her, and she shuddered: “You were completely frozen.” What did not immediately say?

“We talked so well, we didn’t want to interrupt,” Irina said with a downcast look.

These words were like a heart balm to me. Irishka was for us with Julia, and especially for me buying in a million. In addition to the excellent figures and temperament, she was also an excellent interlocutor. Intelligent, calm, reasonable, and with her it was possible to communicate now on any, even the most intimate topics. If Alexander also supports her in this, then today will be the happiest for me in life. To meet charming, beautiful people, and who fully support us with Julia in our rather unusual endeavor. No, of course, we naturally knew each other for a long time, but today they joined our private club with Julia, and joined it so successfully and naturally that it was impossible to dream of more.

I, in the form of a compliment, stated this thought to Irishka, and having kissed the pen, I continued: - So, here. Julia and I also had a period when we had sex 2-3 times a week, and even if we didn’t swear. On Friday, after another quarrel, behind a bottle of conciliatory viskar, we raised this topic. If two people live together, love and respect each other, then they can be friends. But if it is a husband and wife, the main thing that supports their union is the passion for each other, sex. Sex with us is clearly not enough. Discussing the reasons for "why?", We agreed on the fact that we had a common area for two, which was allotted in the head for sex. Common posture, behavior in bed, which is no different from the behavior in everyday life. But each had their own comments to each other, about which we were silent, our secret desires, which we were afraid to express. And the volume that was available to both, has already exhausted itself.

Sex in the bathroom, in the kitchen and in the hall on the chairs, we shallowed, if not practical. Coming late and tired home, I had enough strength to go for groceries, some chores around the house. We talked almost only during dinner, then a shower, ten minutes in bed and sleep.

Another problem is time. The movement after work at home took us instead of 20-30 minutes, an hour and a half or two. Julia did not miss a single boutique, take a look at her purses, shoes, try on a blouse, my route passed, naturally, through office equipment stores, “Hunting and fishing.” She could sit with her friends in a cafe, me and the peasants from work at a mug of beer. Every evening there were some urgent household chores.There was no time for communication. Then the general topics of conversation began to disappear. So, about work, about housekeeping.

We decided that if marriage is dear to us, if we still love each other, we will do it. And they did. The solution was simple. Time management The first. From work home. On household chores one day off. And you know, not immediately, but after a couple of months everything turned out. From Friday, the products were determined for a week. On the weekend, in the morning I rushed for groceries, Julia washed, cleaned. I brought groceries, was engaged in men's housework, or helped her get out, she cooked. As a result, it turned out that we simply lost a full day for a week on all kinds of routine and disorganization. A day that could spend together.

Of course, there are always unforeseen cases and situations, but on the whole, the whole day runs around, which we now have regained.

Now the question of bed. We decided that we would disperse to the rooms and write, what does not suit us in each other, write our most intimate desires. And you know, it was worth taking this without formalism, just because it was we who needed it, and no one would do it for us, how it all went like clockwork.

Half an hour later we met in the kitchen and put our papers on the table. There was nothing impracticable, so that we could not do for each other.

Julia believed that everything that I do before sex is solely for my own excitement and absolutely I spit on her condition. She wants us to have it more romantic, longer. She wanted me to sometimes show more passion, harshness, maybe even faked even rape. She wanted to be tied up, blindfolded, maybe even filthy. I also promised her that this would not be the case, I don’t even need to ask. Laughing like children. One of the controversial points was the desire to "try", do you hear, try sex with a woman. I would know your story about the month of living together with you then. I also had a point to invite a woman to our bed, but Julia stated that she meant a lesbian, and if I participate in their meeting, I should be ready that a man will appear in our bed. Of course, then I made her a figure of three fingers. Although a year later he led the Arab to our bedroom.

I had more than constructive suggestions. The first point was, of course, "in the ass." As for the preludes, then, too, there was something to present. Blowjob for a couple of minutes, to understand that in our family he has a place to be - no matter. That would be the full program to the end ... In addition, I gave a couple of wonderful stockings. Why not wear them with studs? And generally speaking. Dressing up a schoolgirl or housemaid does not cost anything except 2-3 thousand per costume. But this is certainly not a problem.

I was immediately accused of non-existent treason with an unknown schoolgirl. I immediately appealed to her with a strange desire, to have sex with a blindfold, arguing that she would represent another man. Again we returned to the topic of group sex, but not so clearly in my direction.

The evening was still the same, about the mutual presentation, but sex was like the first time. I slept with a completely different woman. Passionate, indefatigable, open, and was happy, we opened up to each other. As a stone fell from the soul.

Irishka listened to my entire triad, as a revelation, silently and without interrupting. Then, after a pause, I rolled out a watermelon, from which my jaw dropped to the floor.

- You are great fellows, that you all turned out well. And Julia. Courage can be envied. But this does not remove the question. You saw how Sasha looked at Julia when you were with her ... well ... not doing it there. He now he will not get off me, - with a sad look Irina drew a line.

Inspired by my own monologue, I was ready to move mountains. But it was not there.

- You see, Sasha and I tried in ..., well, there. It was painful, and we failed. I love him very much. But love should not be through pain? True? - as if asking me

“God forbid, all that love should only be by mutual agreement and bring pleasure to both,” I answered automatically, still not understanding what it was about.

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