If you want to do something unusual, do what comes to your head without thinking. (modern, just-invented wisdom).

Many people know how difficult it is to live with the parents of a young couple. His apartment is not yet and not the fact that once appears, and the passion for each other at the peak. I want not to get out of bed for days, scream, moan, bite and scratch. However, behind the wall of the usual dvushki - conservative parents, in which even kissing is somehow embarrassing, and at night it’s a shame to knock the headboard on the bed in time with a sexy dance. But, as it is not sad, married to a couple of weeks ago, Michael and Irina, twenty-three years old each, this is exactly the situation. No, well, of course there was sex, at two in the morning, so that everyone would fall asleep, in complete darkness and silence, without rustling sheets and trying not to even breathe. Although it is sex? Well, from an encyclopedic point of view, yes, but the inability to relax properly led to regular evening whispers in the bed of the newlyweds.

- Miiish, well, let's think of something, well, there is no power to do this in silence, - Ira usually started a conversation, barely catching her breath after an orgasm.

- Ir, with pleasure, but you know, we just got a job after uni, we didn't even get a salary even once. And parents do not go anywhere and do not go, they sit at home in the evenings. What can I do?

Irina offendedly pressed her lips, muttered under her breath: “good night!” And turned away from the wall. Misha was left alone with his thoughts, but he also quickly fell asleep.

The guys worked in a state-owned company, with a small but stable wage twice a month and a bunch of paperwork. Routine and boredom in one word, although not in two words and union. But it is not important. The main thing is that the day has finally arrived, which all workers, young and old, are eagerly waiting for, when you need to run to the cashier and sign on the money issue list, or just blow the ATM with terrible force. Young bought on this occasion a red semi-sweet, but a big broiler chicken and stomped home in anticipation of a pleasant evening.

Mikhail's parents, as always, were sitting at the TV, but Misha himself butchered the kitchen. Hit. Foot in the plate. Another blow. The second is there. I cut off the wings with two movements, fiddled a little with the breast and back, but soon the chicken spread out on top of the potatoes with mouth-watering slices and was sent to a two-hundred-degree baking oven. Suddenly, Mikhail's torso was wound around by thin female hands and whispered in her ear:

“Now we can come up with something, honey?”

From surprise, the man started a little, but quickly pulled himself together and turned around to meet his eyes with Irina's eyes.

- Yes, we can. Tomorrow is just Saturday, and tomorrow we can. Oh, come off, - said Michael and kissed his wife. Ira slid down. Misha's pants were instantly together with his underpants at the level of his knees, and his medium-sized 40-centimeter member, twice wrapped around his leg, was immersed in his wife’s wet mouth. But only he began to straighten up and take more capacious size, as Ira released a member from the oral cavity, smacked him in the head and smiled slyly:

- And this is your incentive, dear, to think better.

She put the dick back on her leg, pulled on her husband's pants and left the kitchen ... It is unlikely, of course, that helped the thinking process, but Irina set the right direction.

After dinner, the parents were told that the young people would go out into the nature in a tent and overnight to gather mushrooms and berries, and just to be in the fresh air. The guys didn’t gather for any nature, just knowing their parents of couch potatoes, Mikhail hoped that they would not impose their company. However, this is what happened. The real goal of the youth was the removal of a hotel room for a day for a sex marathon.So on Friday night there was no sex, but there was a Saturday anticipation that didn’t give a chance to fall asleep.

Long-awaited morning. Gathered quickly. For the view, they took a small backpack and a tent with them, had breakfast and drove away to the adventures.

The room was removed without any problems, placed and immediately jumped into the bed. Soft pillows, fresh, nice-smelling lingerie. The young ones lay and nezhili, and yes even the sun shone brightly through the window and its rays pleasantly warmed the naked bodies.

“Miish, we have the whole day ahead,” Ira said half interrogatively.

- Well yes..

- And maybe then sleep a little? Well, quite a bit. Almost did not sleep at night.

- Come on. I also turned everything around, imagined different scenes, - Misha smiled, hugged his wife and closed his eyes.

Misha woke up first. Ira was still asleep, stretched out on sheets, invitingly opening her legs with shaved cheek. Misha covered his wife with a blanket and went for a walk around the hotel in search of a light snack. Dining was easy. There were almost no people at the tables. Mikhail took a foamy mug to relax a bit and sat down at the nearest table. It was necessary to take a sip of one sip, as a young boy appeared nearby, about the same age as Michael. Also with a glass filled with beer in hand:

- Do you mind if I join? - asked the stranger.

Michael looked around the hall, in which there were enough free tables, but still nodded in the affirmative.

- My name is Sergey. I apologize for imposing., My wife and I have just rented a room here, and she is sleeping. I didn’t want to wake up, I think I would go for beer, and one would be bored. If you are against, I will certainly change myself, - the guy blurted out the whole phrase in one breath and even tried to get up, but Misha stopped him:

- Yes, you already sit and let's go on, otherwise it sounds like a pathetic sound in our case. My too in the room sleeps. I finish the mug so I will go to wake up.

The guys talked for almost an hour, Sergey turned out to be an interesting conversationalist. Blown three mugs of beer. It turned out that Sergey and his wife, Olga, live with their parents and on Saturday decided to relax with their soul, and most importantly, with their body separately from them. Sports, cars, women - the guys managed to discuss a lot and, getting up from the table, they already felt like good comrades. The guys left the dining room and headed to their floor at the hotel. Miracle or not, but the floor was the same, and the rooms are adjacent.

- Seryoga, let me introduce you to my Irka? - Michael persistently pulled a new friend to his room. He pressed the door, it opened silently and the guys froze.

- Ira ..

- Olya ..

The boys almost called out to their wives by name. Yes, it is not surprising. In Michael’s room, a naked blonde Ira lay on the bed, legs bent at the knees. And between her divorced thighs, a stub of red hair jutted [the hair from which a beautiful young female body began. The red-haired mane raised herself and the guys had a pretty face with a slightly protruding tongue and lips, a little smeared with Ira's love juices. Mikhail's wife turned her head to the newcomers and began to mumble:

- Yes, I was sleeping, and then she came ... I was looking for Sergei. Cried. Well, I wanted to reassure, Especially since you also disappeared. We shed tears together, and I was naked, and she began to stroke me ... And so ...

The girls sat next to each other, covered their shady places and turned red. The guys were at first stunned, then looked at each other.

- Well, what will Michael do with these ladies? - - the first to break the silence Sergey.

“To begin with, I would punish for adultery,” answered Misha and pulled the belt out of his pants, while approaching his unfaithful spouse.

“Well, it seems like it’s not a betrayal with a girl, but you never would have thought that I’ll be caught between the other’s legs,” Sergei stepped towards the redhead, and also took off the leather support for trousers from the belt.

If someone had just glanced at number 312, he would most likely have been shocked. And even a microinfarction. On the large double bed on one side lay a slender blonde, on the other a redhead and two young men strapped them with straps in the truest sense of the word. Not at full strength of course, but pleasantly enough.

Mikhail lowered his hand after several slaps and thrust a pair of fingers into his crotch:

- Seryoga, yes, my ...