you are on your head and why did you try to make me feel like a dark little night, - Olga again became enraptured.

Not knowing what to say to this speech, Vova again progressed the hefty cones on his head, completely unaware of the nature of their occurrence.
The rattle of the key in the lock and the dull thumps on the door marked the arrival of girlfriends from the store. Anechka in the hands rested a two-liter bottle of some beer, thoroughly halved by half. His wife, kept some fish, smoked origin thoroughly gnawed from all sides. Laughing and giggling, they stalked to the kitchen on the unstable stumps, throwing off items of the winter toilet on the way.

Vova, having seized fur coats, boots, leggings and gloves, arranged and spread them out in the corridor.
- I demand the continuation of the banquet. Birthday continues, - throwing up her hand as if in continuation, demanded Vic.
Then snatching a bottle from her friend, she took several decent sips and rygnu with relish, bit the fish, probably of smoked origin.

- Where did you go? - The only man asked.
“We went to tea for coffee too,” Anna answered for everyone.
- And where are they? - Olga asked completely sober.
- Probably, we forgot to buy them, - tried to fall from the chair Vika.
Caught right up at her place, she tried to smile, but she did not succeed. Suddenly her beautiful face was distorted in a fit of disgust and, the girl in three jumps was at the door of the toilet. There were wild screams and moans. Vova got up from his chair and tried to support his dear mate in such a disastrous situation for her, but he was not given.

- Sit down, already! - said Anya, - she will spit and be as good as new, - go better to the boutique for tea and coffee. It seems we bought the wrong thing - biting a significant piece of the ill-fated fish, the woman asked.

Seeing the dancing Marsy, she regretfully parted with a snack, presenting everything that was left. The cat grabbed the prey and rushed headlong, dragging off an excellent piece of food to its hibernation.
- So I bought it? - showing two tin cans, on which was written: “Pea” and “Salt”.
In that “Salt”, the large-leafed Ceylon tea rested, in the “Peas”, the seeds of Brazilian coffee not ground.
- To go nuts! - Olya said, - what a man! I'd...
She had to stop, because Vika came out of the bath and soberly invited everyone to the table with a wide gesture.

This time my heroes did not pay tribute to Bacchus. They used juice and mineral water, constantly praising the culinary abilities of a single man.

When it came to hot. The ducks in Vika’s own juice, cooked by Vika’s own hand, got Vovchik in the kitchen and showed him a small cast-iron skillet on which scrambled eggs from two and no more eggs were usually fried, told him stories of his sexual adventures last night and where three ill-fated cones appeared on his head .

- Of course, you don’t remember how you got up in the middle of the night, poisoned yourself in our bedroom and tried to commit an act on my marriage bed with my friend Anna? - she hissed.
- Why, - looking at the subject of kitchen utensils: "Spouse remembered everything", - I remember. I remember that I forgot where I was and what today is the number. Having taken pleasure in the pope of my mate, I pulled off her panties in order to give her a Deer gift. How could I know that it was not you?

“What did you get the second time for?” - shocking pan asked an angry woman.
- It seems you said that you are cold on the floor and asked to bring a blanket ...
- And!?
- I brought and, having covered us both, having warmed a little, I wanted to make love to you ...
- But it was not me!
- How did I know? At night, all cats are sulfur ...

- And the third for what?
Scratching the third lump, Vovchik tried to remember, but he did not succeed. Completely desperate, he admitted:
- Though kill, I do not remember ...
- I'll kill you! - Angry flashing beautiful eyes, said his wife, - after all your inclinations, you began to pester me.
- So what? Did you give me? - asked Vova.
- How so! - the wife was indignant, - I put you a third lump.

***

The light in the bathroom was turned off. Olya, unbuttoning Volodya’s pants, endlessly repeated: “What a man ... I’d like that.”
Reaching his nature, she heard a dull blow to a broken cast iron skillet on the head of a failed lover.

- A friend is called! “She heard Vika’s angry cry,” and she was whining about the dark night ...

— 3 —

Vovka had a dream. As if he prizhuchil Anna in the bathroom and squeezed her ripe breasts, twisting and tucking her nipples, much like ripe cherries. Anna was moaning and gently trying to throw off the hands of the ohnalnik from her chest, covered with a pink bra with pretty ryushechkami.

In the distance, a rollicking song was heard that someone had pidmanul and did not come on a date. The song was screwed into the brain with superhuman strength. Having drilled the corresponding hole, she woke the guy. There was pitch darkness through which the silhouette of his wife was guessed. Having protruded the bulges of the native body from the front and back, and making sure that the spouse was reclining on the matrimonial bed, Vovchik decided to ask a question that had been torturing him for three days

- Vika, surrender! He whispered, laying his right hand where he wanted to put something else.
Awakened by her husband, suspecting her husband that the blows to the head with a cast-iron skillet, had a negative effect on the perception of the World by her husband, she whispered:
- Have you moved your mind? Are the girls in the room? Well, how to hear?
- And what? - did not understand Vladimir.
- No, what! - Victoria said evil, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow ... Or maybe next week.

But neither tomorrow nor the day after tomorrow did not suit the guy, and even more so next week. Having scratched the four-rash, a revelation suddenly appeared before him. He got a skillet for nothing, nothing about that, as if in advance. Therefore, he decided to fill in the gaps. Slowly, he walked out of the matrimonial bed and wandered to the singers. Songs no longer sang, but swallowed endless salads and other snacks, washing it down with champagne and white wine.

- What is hungry, hearty? - moving her ass on the couch to the side, Anna asked the laughter.
- Yes very! - Vladimir reported, flopping on the vacant place.
Having poured himself a glass of vodka, he, having picked up the sprat on the fork, made a toast:
- For you girls! For the love!

While he was gnawing around the greenliness burning his throat, the fish slipped off the fork and fell on the knee of the plump. Quickly grabbing the snack with his hand, Vovchik made a snack. But he really liked the delicate velvety and smooth legs of a woman. Therefore, he did not dissemble and to wisely. He took and laid his little rude to rough Anya on the inner side of the thigh.
Moving cautiously, he desired to touch the maiden's white panties and what was hidden behind them. The guy did not know that the subject of the women's toilet had long rested in the purse of a woman in a plastic bag, fully ready for washing.

- What are you doing, Vladimir Averyanovich? With a living wife, - the dove gently cooed in Averyanovich's ear.
“I'm looking for a fish,” answered the rogue, “Oh!” Seems to have found ... Pussy. And let's go, I'll show you my fish, Anya? - gently stroking the pussy of a woman, said the man, not ready to wait tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even a week later.

“I also want to see the fish,” Olga frowned.
“In the order of the queue,” Anya said angrily, flashing her superimposed eyelashes, “Come, show!” - Sly squint tigress.

In the bathroom, she briskly pulled sportswear and underwear from an impatient man.
- Oh, what a beautiful fish! - She was delighted, but can I suck her?
- Of course, suck, she will be pleased!
Having sucked in and got enough, young people began to play the ancient Chinese game: "Sun, Take out."

Exactly 15 minutes later Olga knocked into the bathroom, also wanting in order of sequence to admire the fish for her pussy. Vovchik with joy showed his exhibit and, turning Olya in the “G” pose with excellent lust and passion, he otzharil skinny ... while his live wife watched some dream.

Do you think he was tormented by remorse? Not at all. He firmly believed that marital duties should be performed well, if not every day, but at least once, twice a week.

I also firmly believe in this. But with a living wife I would not change ... I would leave her and find one for which one, two is the norm ... but not every day, otherwise she would have had to leave me))))

The story is invented from start to finish. But if you suddenly found out in some of the characters yourself or your friends. So I did not push the button)))))