stroller, not disengaging hands.

At the first timid requests to bring Pavlik, he just waved away: - They drag him there in the mouth. Let yourself be amused! Choosing her words carefully, Nelia reminded him of his promise to hire a nanny, so that it would not be difficult for her with 2 babies. - Honey, am I not the best nanny for you? Are you dissatisfied with my help? - he laughed again. Finally, at her request, her father brought Pavlik and left, suspiciously asking for a long time, if Victor really did not mind. “Of course not,” laughed Nela, “why is he against it?” Her husband, who had returned from work, looked at them with an unhappy gaze: “Why didn't you ask me?” - What are you talking about, Vitya? - the girl was amazed.

The man watched the baby warily, looking curiously at the infant through the bars of the crib. The children were not alike.
“Little brother, this is your brother,” Nelia bored, bored, kissing Pavlik. Victor frownedly turned away from this “idyll”: his nephew did not fit into it.

He endured only a few days of this "kindergarten"; more often, the usual simple-hearted Nelia asked for help here and then with this little one, then with that, and although she mostly coped herself (the children did not get sick), Victor decided that she was tired.
“Gather him to his parents,” he said. His wife was perplexed by a lie: grandmother and grandfather miss her granddaughter, bought toys, go on a couple of days. With a shrug, Nelia collected her bag.
- Is everything alright, Vitya? - she hugged her gloomy husband. Without answering, he pulled his nephew by the handle and led him away. Looking out the window at the relatives who were getting into the car, the girl was tormented by bad forebodings.

Victor talked seriously with his parents: the grandson should stay with them or he does not vouch for himself.
They froze: - Do you want to deprive Pavlik of his mother? Nelia is a bad mother ?!
Without going into long and confused reasoning, from which he only bred, a man insisted: - Take it! I do not want to see him at home! All the persuasions of the parents that this is his own nephew and Nelya will not forgive him for this, have not had the result.
- Not needed!
Those looked at each other: - Son, you still can not cope with jealousy? But it is not, and this is a child!

They got to the point: jealousy - this is the most terrible torturer, torturing his soul, not leaving even for a moment. Jealousy - despite the complete victory over the opponent and the seizure of his property. Jealousy - despite the possession of the most valuable trophy. Jealousy - despite the apparent family harmony. Only the phrase "I do not love you," and jealousy grew to gigantic proportions and swallowed up everything without a trace. He lived with this and was not going to fight. He defended himself.

A few days in the family was the world - that perfect picture painted by him in consciousness: he, Nelia and their son. After the evening of family troubles, tired, he went to bed in agonizing anticipation: his wife, with a sweet blowjob, relieved him of unnecessary tension and sperm. Stroking the hair of a trying girl, he chose the time to inform her of his decision, but put everything off. Splashing whitish liquid on her tongue, he felt such gratitude and pleasure that he felt sorry for her and did not spoil the moment.

The conversation started Nele. Immediately after the oral session, coming out of the bathroom and clinging to his side, anxiously shared with him that calling parents and asking to bring her little son, she heard a refusal and some ridiculous excuses, they say, this son forbade him to give his grandson.

She looked at him searchingly: - What is it, Vitya? Joke?
- Is it bad for us without him? I am now very well! - blissfully sprawled and feeling the warmth of her body.
- I'm serious.
Suddenly he bent over her, submitting to an instantaneous impulse: - Do you love me?
She was embarrassed and tried to hide her eyes: - Why are you asking? Do you feel bad with me? The answer was more than clear, he rolled back: - Not always ... Now it was good ... And yesterday, too ...Gathering with the spirit: - What does this have to Pavlik? What does it mean "did not order to bring"? “We'll talk tomorrow,” turning away. - Sleep!
She still shook him, but he soon snored.

“No,” Nelly cried quietly in the kitchen, traditionally afraid of waking a new baby. - Why are you so with me? What I did to you!? He expected something similar, so he was not surprised and kept his composure. - There he will be better, believe me! And parents - with him. They have the meaning of life, you can say, appeared, do not you see how they have grown old because of everything ?!
- And how should I live because of their meaning of life? And Pavlik without me?
- What does it mean without you? Listen to yourself? He will live in the next street, meet, at least every day! But not here, not with us.
- With us? Victor, what "us"? We are his family!
She followed him, assembled for work, around the apartment to the exit: - Vitya! Wait! Tell me what I did wrong? Did I hurt you? Forgive me for everything, please! Victor, what do you want? Bring back Pavlik, as I am without him!
Her screams hit the slammed door and broke into silence. (eroticspace.infoAfter examining the closed door, she sobbed bitterly, covering her face with her hands. A baby woke up crying.

In the evening he found her intently absorbed in himself. She mechanically served him dinner, first went out, then returned. She sat opposite and thoughtfully watched him eat.
Having moved the plate away: - Say what you thought up. I can see...
Looking at the floor: - I do not want to offend you, you have done a lot for us. You must be angry with me for something. Probably for the past. I do not know ... Maybe I will leave and you will feel better? We will leave, Vitya. We will not annoy you ...

“You're leaving,” he put in.
- That is, how am I? - she was confused.
- You and your son. My - will stay with me.
Against the habit, she did not cry. She was silent for a long time and finally squeezed out of herself: “I thought a lot here: and so, and that way. I guessed that you say so. Probably, you do not like to give yours.
I studied his calm face, smiled slightly at something: - And can you live without me, leave me?
He bent his head to the shoulder: - He lived before ... Bab a lot.
She shuddered.

The couple spent a long time sitting opposite each other in a quiet apartment, which seemed empty. She went to feed the child, Victor silently went in and leaned against the doorway.
- Can you live without him, without our son? - he specified. Nelya turned away and wiped her eyes.

At night, they made love for the first time after giving birth - the time has come. She did not resist, but turned away her aloof face, not allowing herself to be kissed. He understood that his love for her was great, but the desire to act in his own way and build his life comfortably overcame a sincere feeling and killed all pity. Tears? Caprice and more! As always in relations with Nelei, he relied on ultimately defeating her prudence. Multiple examples of which he observed.

Victor rose from her and sat in the ring of her legs. She lay trustingly open before him, arms raised above her head. Moving inside her, he studied the expression on her face - defenseless. Stroking her stomach, he slid his finger down to the open flaps of the vagina, to the center of her passion. Groping slightly protruding tubercle, he began a shallow circular stimulation. She sighed softly. Wanting to give her strength, he grabbed her thin ankle, pressed it to his cheek and kissed it. He walked his lips over all graceful little fingers and sucked a big bright nail into his mouth. Holding her smooth knee, with the other hand he increased the pressure on the hardened cone. And suddenly she dashed in front of him, worrying with every second more and more.

He peered with interest at the changing expression on her face, which seemed to reflect in turn all the stages of the first orgasm with him. Having guessed, he bit a quivering finger in his mouth, without stopping for a moment gliding in it. She clutched a distorted face with her palms, laid her hands on her chest, as if holding a jumping heart. Biting her lips, finally, she moaned in an unfamiliar low voice and, having recollected herself, squeezed her mouth, truly, forgetting that the bed was no longer there.Yielding to the lust that gripped her, she temperamentally leaned on him, clinging to his groin and squeezing the vagina's muscles spasmodically. She almost arched her body filled with lead, pulled her finger from his mouth and squeezed the man in the thighs. Convulsions shook her body; she gasped and whispered “yes-yes!” until her muscles relaxed, her face cleared and she took on a tired expression.

Stroking the wet hard clitoris for the last time, he suspended the shocks in her, admiring his temperamental wife, who had just before his eyes dropped the Snow Maiden's mask. He found her magic button, she was, of course, like any normal woman. Detection was a matter of time. And this time successfully coincided with the attainment by them of family happiness, as he understood it. Now he had no doubt that all his decisions were correct. Freedom from the ghost of the past freed her from constraint, and she was fully revealed to him. Surely, she too had this prolonged attachment to the past, but from that moment no one would prevent them from belonging to each other, as his wife now belonged to. He raised her to his hips and dug into exhausted lips.
“You are my ... really my ... to anyone ... never ... never give it up," he whispered. Taking the buttocks, he energetically strung her on a bursting member and soon finished. She sat for a while on it, carefully disengaged herself and ran into the shower, taught by bitter experience.

“I didn't know you like this,” hugging her, wet after the bath.
Sighing: - I don't know you either, sometimes.
- Reveal your secrets? - skipping the ambiguous hint. - How else do you like?
“I like ... when ... you don’t need to offend anyone ... Then I, too, can ... forget and be happy,” she lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper. Still, he was pleased.

Seeing him to work, Nele looked at his cheerful face with hope, trying to read something in him. Kissing her expectantly parted lips:
- You will be with your parents - say hello to everyone there! She stood at the closed door and went to collect her son to visit.

In one of the last conversations, among many, trying to convince him: - You said that I am for you ... that you love me. How can you do that ...?
- You. You and our son.
- Why, Pavlik and I ... are one.
- Not. Only you! We and our son are one! No one else! You do not get tired of empty talk?

Victor hired his son a nanny, now Nele has become easier to visit Pavlik alone or with a younger brother. Children communicated communicating, delighting her. At first, the husband showed dissatisfaction with his wife’s desire to constantly go to his son. Speaking in the evenings about “you are not at home again in the afternoon,” “why does the nanny answer me on the phone?” And “abandoned my son”, having in mind the general. She stubbornly kept her mouth shut, but she acted in her own way. There was nothing more to complain about, since otherwise she was an ideal wife and mother. Grunting, he waved his hand to the situation.

Sasha's son lives adored by grandparents. He knows that he has a brother and uncle, the latter, however, he rarely sees. Often his mother visits him, walking and playing with him; he no longer asks to her house, knowing that it is impossible. Over time, Nele stopped asking uncomfortable questions about the older son, getting used to the unusual situation. Victor habitually considers his wife the best gift of his life, almost ceasing to be jealous of her for the past. He falls asleep and wakes up contentedly next to Neleu. Even her parents are sure that she was lucky with her husband. Both look happy, embracing and chatting peacefully when walking with a child. All friends call the ideal family of Victor, with which he fully agrees.

Families where children are raised by grandparents with living, prosperous parents, the author knows.