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This is the next story about my wife Dasha.

It happened somewhere in the 2000th year.

We are going to do repairs, quite serious. Actually, I was not going to do repairs, and I was not really going to, but Dasha gash me that there was nowhere to go. Plaster small holes, glue wallpaper, tinker with the electrician, well, and other minor repairs I can and myself. But there were ambitious plans - floors, doors, tiles in the kitchen and in the bath, not to mention the wallpaper, then I pass. We had some money, plus parents (both mine and her) helped. After much persuasion and abuse, I gave up. I called the firms ... I could not even imagine that it was so expensive. Phoned private traders, prices, of course, much lower, but also bite. Yes, and how to guess who to hire, that would not fly into the hackers.

And then Dasha presses when the repair begins, when the repair begins ... He began to ask relatives, friends, acquaintances ... And here among the fellow soldiers was a man who recommended a master to me.

I called on the phone they gave me, agreed to meet at home after work.

A man came, over 40 years old, said that his name was Pasha, carefully examined the apartment, looking into every corner, found out what we wanted to do, measured everything. And saying that tomorrow he will come in and say how much his services will cost us, and left.

I did not like it very much, my wife did too, but we decided to wait for the result. Pull on is no longer possible, it was already summer on the nose.

The next day he came, as promised. I took out some sheets, handed it to me and said that these are the materials that need to be bought. They will cost us in this amount, perhaps a small adjustment. For the work he will take such a sum. If it suits us, then he will take up work. The amount was lower than what I was told on the phone. And my friend said that he was doing great. But he can take up work only in a month, he cannot before, he already has an order. It did not suit us a bit. And he added that he has one condition - he will live during the repair in our apartment, that he himself is not local, from Transnistria, and here on earnings, it’s expensive to rent an apartment ... We said that we would think. He gave us three days to think.

The price suited us completely, did not want to wait a month and I did not like its condition. To leave a stranger in an empty apartment (we did not intend to live in the apartment, but things remained in the house). The next day I spoke with my colleague, and he confirmed that Pasha lived with him in the apartment.

Two days we thought and decided to take a chance.

A week before the start of the repair, Pasha called me and said that in the coming days I had to buy some of the material. The next day we bought the necessary materials for the first time. It remained to drag the furniture. From the bedroom, nursery and kitchen furniture was transferred to the hall and covered with dust from the film. The day before the start of the repair, he came to us with two bags, we gave him the keys to the apartment, and we ourselves went to our parents' house.

I sometimes looked into the apartment, to see how the repair was moving and I was satisfied with the pace of work. Together with Pavel, one more person worked in the apartment, well, yes, he needed an assistant. Sometimes I had to go along with Pasha and buy material, but everything went according to his calculation.

It was the third week of repair, when Pasha called me to work.

- What time are we going today?

- Where?

- I called two days ago. It is necessary to buy wallpaper in the bedroom and nursery.

Right, he called and we agreed. I completely flew out of my head.

- Heck! Sorry, forgot. Totally spun. And tomorrow is impossible? Today I can not.

- We have to glue them tomorrow. And for the kitchen to take. I have no extra time.

- OK OK. Now I'll think of something. I'll call...

What to do.From work they will not let me go, there was such an emergency today, as if I did not have to linger. But I still tried to talk to the boss, but he didn’t even want to listen to me, he just yelled.

And then it dawned on me. My presence in the purchase of wallpaper was not so circumventable, such things as the color and pattern of wallpaper still decides my wife. I only perform the role of a porter and loader. I still have to take her with me, so why shouldn't she go with Pasha without me? That would solve the problems! I called Dasha and described the situation ... I did not hear any particular objections. I said that I no longer have time, and that she herself would call him and arrange a time and place where they would meet, and that I would linger after work. Immediately he called Pasha and said that my wife would go with him, and she herself would contact him soon. I was pleased with how the situation was settled.

Linger at work did not have to. I was driving home, where Dasha was supposed to wait for me, in a good mood. I went up to my floor, opened the door with a key., And my wife's bag hung on the handle of the bathroom. Passed on, looked into the kitchen, there was a complete rout - the tile was knocked down, there were no floors, but there was a new door. The doors, by the way, were all new, except for one, to the bathroom (the toilet and the bathroom were combined), and all of them were covered with foil. The hall passed, the door to the bedroom was closed, I opened it, but did not enter. All that's left is to stick the wallpaper, everything else has already been done. He closed the door and went to the nursery. The apartment is old, still Khrushchev, in front of the nursery there was a tiny corridor. From it the doors led to the pantry and the nursery. Storeroom did not believe. The door to the nursery opened easily and silently, and I froze ... And although I didn’t open the door completely, a gap of 5–7 centimeters formed, but almost the entire room was in full view. And what I saw made me stand still on the threshold of the room.

The nursery, too, like the bedroom, was almost ready, it was left to glue the wallpaper too. In the middle was a stool, on it lay a small piece of chipboard, it turned out something like a table. On it were the started bottle of vodka, an open can of canned food, bread, sliced ​​huge sausage, a pack of cigarettes and two glasses. There was a receiver on the windowsill, music sounded out of it, in the corner by the window lay a huge inflatable mattress. Here on it, on my back lay my wife, completely naked, with her legs spread apart. Pasha lay on top of her, also naked, and intensively fucked Dasha. Their clothes were piled on the floor.

Yes, Dasha is weak in the front, but with the first one ... She saw him only the third time in her life ...

Yes, I knew that my wife went to the left, she guessed, and maybe she also knew that I was cheating on her (I otye ... l couple of her friends). So we lived, like from a prosperous family ...

Pasha pecked with a terrible pressure, Wife squealed under him from pleasure, but it squealed, not moaned. And I stood and looked ... She wrapped her legs around his body and dug her nails into his back. Usually, she did this at the moment before orgasm ...

He entered and froze. Cumming! In her? I suddenly felt hot, even sweat appeared on my forehead. For a while they lay there, then Dasha unclenched her legs. He got up, she remained lying on the mattress. He was facing her and his back to me, they were talking about something, but I could not make out the words, besides, the music also interfered. He threw something on the table, and when it fell, I was able to see. I immediately relieved from the heart, it was prezik.

He took the cigarettes from the table, lit a cigarette and handed it to my wife, she raised herself on her elbow, took the cigarette, drew on and lay down again. He lit another cigarette ...

Having finished it, he took a bottle of vodka and poured it into glasses. (Erotic stories) When he poured, he turned to the improvised table and then I saw his unit! In the fallen state, he was no less than mine in combat! Damn, what is it in working condition?

He took one glass and held it out to his wife, she got up and sat on the mattress in Turkish, with her legs crossed in front of her. He took the second glass, they knocked and drank.

They again talked about something, she smiled and slightly shook her head. He poured vodka again, they drank again.I could hardly see Dashka from his place, he covered almost all of her with his body. I only saw her shoulder and arm. My wife turned slightly to him, her hand disappeared from my sight. I did not see where her hand was now, but I was sure that she was on his penis.

My heart fluttered in my chest in anticipation that now my wife was sucking Pasha. I, at that moment, just wanted to see it ...

He sat on the mattress next to her, now I saw for sure that she was holding him by his dick. And she did not just hold, but also stroked her finger on the head. Then Dasha bent down and the head of the penis disappeared in her mouth. At first she just sucked him, smacking at the same time. And then she began to swallow harder and harder, until her lips touched the hand with which she held the dick by the barrel. This was the limit that she herself had chosen. Yes, with all the desire the wife would not be able to take the entire member in her mouth, it is too long for that. She let the head out of her mouth completely, passed over her tongue, and again the member disappeared into her mouth.

At one point, he laid her hand on her head, stopping her movement. I could only speculate, but my assumptions turned out to be true, he finished, pumping Dasha's sperm into her mouth. When he was discharged, he removed from her head. She released a member from her mouth, straightened, sperm glistened on her lips and chin ...

And then I realized that it was time for me to disappear ...

Carefully, at the same time, quickly, I reached the front door and left, quietly closing the door behind me. Ten minutes, it seemed to me, stood between the floors and went back to his apartment. But this time he did not open the door with a key, but rang the bell. The door was opened by Pasha, he was already dressed. Dasha jumped out of the bathroom (she was also dressed):

- What is so long? I'm stuck here, God knows what time ...

He kissed me on the cheek, I felt the smell of vodka, cigarettes and something else. And although, apparently, she rinsed her mouth, but the smell of semen still remained ...

P. S. I think they met a few more times. Two for sure, when they bought wallpaper for the hall and tile inserts in the kitchen and in the bathroom. Did they have sex? Yes! I do not doubt this much ...