Vika lowered the blanket, revealing her bare, tanned chest. Tightened, convex (which she considers her superplus), the halves of the breasts, like the whole body, are completely baked by the rays of the tanning bed. Brownish nipples make the final touch to the sexuality of her bust. Vika throws off the blanket completely and shows absolutely naked body. Having stretched luxurious black hair on a pillow, it is bent like a panther, seductively raising its left leg and opening the sheath of the vagina a little. Any man would have shaken from this kind of female heart - it, like a magnet, raises the male essence, floods it with metal and pulls it to itself. Vika’s green-eyed eyes are waiting for my reaction. She needs my metal there, at my bottom. She managed to take off her panties while I was preparing her morning coffee and toast. And so, with a tray, I stand over it this earlier morning and look at the Wikinas charms, magnificent and affordable. Available to me. Erotic, sexy, epic and passionate, young and clockwork - what other compliments can I sketch a naked woman in bed? Especially if she is your wife?

“Your breakfast,” I declare, and put the tray right on the bed. Vika waited for me to stop. I will throw in and pinch it like a hungry beast that has come out of the forest in search of human flesh. Raskinu her long legs to the sides, I will drive my dick into a soft, warm hole and rape, eagerly, passionately, not hearing her flirty protests and hopes that I am late for work. Well, finish it on the pubis, just pulled out a member, discharged by a shot of sperm. It is on the pubis, because Vika does not want to get pregnant (I must first make a career).

“I'm late for work,” my second announcement this morning dims her eyes. The sponges of the wife twitch with displeasure. Sponges of exquisite form are filled with fullness and sensuality, like in movie stars. How I loved to caress them. Vika knows how beautiful she is, and is now unhappy with my refusal. Her vagina remains empty.

Like all our family life!

She wonders mentally why her husband, as a predator, did not want to get enough of her. After all, we have not had sex for a month.

- Vika, I really should go. In the evening, corporate, please be collected.

I bend down, kiss her on the cheek and run away. To work. Going to the subway, as the car - Wikino requirement has not earned.

I am working as a junior architect in a large construction corporation, for the third year already. The younger one, because I finish, finish, daughters other people's projects (some kind of pencil carrier) and, according to my wife's calculations, I have to become people. But this very knocking out is still delayed.

- Why is it so difficult? - I once asked Vika, listening to the regular reproaches - that I do not have enough breakdown qualities, that I do not know how to earn as much as she needs for the demands of our family and her beauty.

- What is difficult? - She asked.

- Is it difficult to be your husband?

- Because I married a talented and promising, and I live with the gray and the poor! - as she cut off, she pronounced her sentence. We got married right after graduation. Then I was considered cute and gifted. She accepted my courtship, reciprocating ... And Vika did not want the child according to her sentence. I'm tired of taking out a member at the time of orgasm and cum on her shaved pubis. I'm sick of the look of her pubis. And even more so, tired of her reproaches.

But we must pay tribute to Vika, she continued to believe in me. So behave the players who constantly lose, but are ready to raise the stakes in order to recoup. Hmmm, Vika was definitely a player. And who was I in her game?

I went into the office of the corporation, into the corridors full of morning rush. Employees are torn, they want to finish things early, because in the evening everyone is invited to the ball, dedicated to the Day of the Corporation. The ball is held annually under the auspices of the Chairman of the Board Pavel Petrovich Gradov, the founder and owner of the business.Yes, it is a large-scale figure in the capital construction market. I fly through the hall, mentally beating off the points of today's affairs, and then I notice it.

She stands aside, with the head of the marketing department and listening to some instructions. White hair framed a pretty face with a thin, upturned nose, and eyes - blue as the sky, filled with purity and attention. The fine-molded slim figure of a girl is dressed in snow-white hair-colored business suit. The whole girl seems to glow with white radiance. A real pearl! I pause, try to be seen, admire it, and finally, I get my way. Her blue-eyed look catches me and flashes for a moment with a light welcoming light. Corners of beautiful thin sponges slightly rise. I noticed it, which means that the morning starts to work out. Mood rises, and he - my mood, has a name. Ale!

I pass into my office, where a team of design-architects is deployed, to which I belong, sit down and turn on the computer. Pictures of the file require the last viewing before printing. The project "Pearl" - a project of my hope.

I took it on my own initiative six months ago. Cottage town, which was supposed to build a corporation for the subsequent implementation of houses, we considered the project of the year. On it, the company expected to earn a key profit and strengthen its position in the capital market of finished housing. I participated in the development of a design project for the entire department, which was personally supervised by Streltsov, the commercial director, and it was created. But in parallel, all the overtime I was preparing my own. It was my personal design project that personified, in my opinion, the values ​​of a comfortable life in a family town for wealthy citizens. Those that so wanted to belong to Vick. My wife was convinced that she had inspired me for this job and was very disappointed when Streltsov, to whom I brought the project for consideration, killed him.

“Not that,” he summed up, glancing at the pictures and drawings of “Pearls.” - Too unusual. And in general, Vlad, work in a team. Do you need the most?

"Yes!" - I wanted to exclaim in response to anger, but I said nothing. As if he received a stab in the heart. The work done, in which I, having invested a sea of ​​imagination and strength, was left without attention. Yes, it is unusual, but people are tired of buying standard projects. They need to be surprised! The houses were conceived by me in bright colors with a large use of glass, because the name came of itself. Dream houses in which families will always be happy. Nobody needed my initiative and creativity, and Vika set another fat minus opposite to my (and her) surname. And Gradov approved the project department - a good, but normal. That's it.

... In the evening, accompanied by my wife, I appear in the huge hall of the corporation. This time, they demanded that everyone come with their husbands / wives. Pavel Petrovich considered family values ​​to be a huge incentive for the work of employees and decided to create similar traditions for holding corporate parties - the birthday of his business. Vika in a fashionable black dress (half of my salary) with an attractive neckline that demonstrates her sexuality, she steps her arm alongside me. We greet colleagues and their companions wives, the celebration is about to begin. I notice how Vika makes an impression on men, I feel how she likes it - these are sticky, impressed, male views diving into her seductive neckline. Today is definitely her evening. A bright star accompanied by a dim satellite. Some time later, after drinking a glass of wine, she asked to accompany her to the toilet. We moved to the exit from the hall and literally in the aisle we ran into Gradov himself. In an expensive suit, he, despite his young age, but with a generous face, with the boss's charisma looks like a god. My "Pavel, Petrovich, good evening," Gradov, without looking at me, answered. Without looking, because the boss literally attached himself to my wife.

- Hello, Smirnov. - (He remembered my last name?). Gradov, as a tourist in front of the statue of Venus de Milo, examined Vika from head to toe.His wife broke into her trademark amiable smile, brightly contoured scarlet lipstick. - Introduce me ...