The music of our love -
I still haven't learned the notes,
What will you tell me when meeting
When will these damn years pass?

E-sex-t

- Zainka, let's go eat, I prepared your favorite borschik and pancakes!

I got up and went to the kitchen. The wife tiredly rubbed her hands and smiled. They sat down to lunch.

- Well, how?

- What how? - I asked anxiously.

- Borsch how?

I woke up - there was an empty plate in front of me and half a cup of tea had already been drunk.

- Well, of course, as always.

My wife beamed and ran into another room, took out a booklet from a local jewelry company and showed me the earrings she wanted - it was soon on March 8th.

I nodded. I wanted to sleep, but I was afraid to sleep with my wife. I dreamed of another woman and the dreams were so restless that it was terrible to speak in a dream, to reveal a piece of my other, unflattering life.

When my wife’s girlfriends came to visit me, I closed the door to my office, covered myself with a rug and lay down on the cold skin of the sofa.

Her name was Alena. My first love. I remember how this bitch tormented me in the first year of my acquaintance. For a year, for a whole year, she methodically erected walls between us, then ruined them with declarations of love and desire, and in my whole life, now I am 32, I have not seen such a removal of the brain. And then somehow from that night everything began to turn out.

I came to town on business. Had to leave. I had a prestigious job, I spat last time on Alena. And then sms, she loved such sms about affiliation:

"I want to belong only to you alone, etc. and etc."

I flinched, to hide there, I was on the whole day, and then she wrote to me:

“Rent an apartment for the night. With you condoms. "

I am in the draft, we have not seen for four months, but I was fully aware of all the twists and turns of her novel with some thirty-year-old pideer. I asked how they say with pidier.

"We broke up".

I was twenty-two years old, I had no experience either in relationships or in sex (once with Katka from the next door does not count). Alyonka was twenty and according to her assurances she was as pure as a tear, right up to the moment she scandalized with the very same pidier.

Of course, if I had so much experience in seeing people as goddamned, as now in my thirty, I would run at the speed of light from her. Only after parting with her old man, she jumped into bed with me, an errand boy, with whom she had kissed only two times!

But then I did not know anything and was blinded by love, but rather, by desire.

Rent an apartment, elegant layout, decorative fireplace. A large bed.

We buy champagne.

I have a major riser, and Alena is so beautiful, in her elegant black dress, covering everything that is needed, but giving a great space for imagination. Dark eyes are let down by black, look with inexpressible tenderness, and full pink lips, such alluring ...

Although, if you look, she was never a model appearance, but she was hysterical, and hysterics always manage to keep themselves in extra form without extra effort ...

We drink champagne, I am very tense - suddenly something will not work out for me, suddenly I will finish quickly, and she will laugh and everything will collapse again, like a million times before.

I come out of the shower in a bathrobe, the girl sits on the couch and waits. Alyona braces her robe down to the floor and starts kissing my shoulders, arms, stomach. It comes to the bottom and starts kissing the navel, stroking my penis with her hand. Under the influence of touch and unreality of what is happening, I relax and begin to kiss the sweet back.

I take off her dress, tights. The breast is large, white, with dark wrinkled nipple halos. Perfect elastic tummy. Panties white, with patterns, thong. I start to stroke her there and I understand that the panties are all wet, in viscous mucus.

Glory to the Internet, I read everything before that. For some reason we spread a blanket on the floor and move there. I am on top, tearing off a white piece of fabric in one motion and abruptly enter.

Moaning, moaning, I learn, start to move deeper and faster, the girl trembles under me and almost screams. I spy on her: her eyes are closed, her mouth is ajar, her face is distorted by various grimaces.

So it goes on for thirty minutes, I can't finish everything, we interrupt, and she sits on top.

For two years after that we lived together, I always loved the rider's pose. Now I think it was in vain to let this whore take me in bed.

We fucked all night. Arsenal of poses and means, of course, was not fully mastered by us then, but when my little girl had no lubricant, she got the lubricant out of her purse. Where else was this grease used before that day? In her room in a hostel with a vibrator, which gave her friend for her birthday? With a thirty-year ebl ... Mr.? With another one, which I, alas, learned later?

The next day we decided to live together. I remember, I remember this rampage of hormones, sex four times a day, when, from my one touch, it started up and came out with grease. I remember how this whore liked when it penetrate the fingers. Well, as it turned out later, all this was bullshit and the only purpose of her sex was an orgasm, which she had never received with me.

Two years of marriage ... Is it a lot or a little? Many, there was everything: fear, and hatred, and grinding, and weeks without sex, and memories of her past. And in general about our not so happy past. We worked a lot, traveled a lot around the country, family life settled down and became a quiet beach, where you could arrive after a stormy day.

And here we are on the Volga. She has a good job here, a good mood and a lot of free time.

The only thing that tormented her was insomnia. When she came home after the “pool” and “fitness,” she didn’t sleep half the night. Saved by pills. I went to sleep separately from me. Sex did not want. There are hints on the registry office, stable once a week.

Fortunately, I was in no hurry ...

At one point something suspicious moved within me. I began to take her phone under various pretexts, to watch the log of calls and messages. Nothing strange, calls or from a swimming coach, or from a massage therapist. I knew the masseur, she called me to him too. In the pool, I personally saw a subscription with a seal.

The puncture happened on Monday. She came home at ten in the evening and began to undress. And here on the back I saw a tiny strip of film with a golden border.

- Wait please.

I removed the strip.

- Where is it from? - I asked. - It looks like the packaging of something.

- How do I know? - asked Alena. - Although, maybe chocolate.

- What kind of chocolate?

- “Merci” is called, ate today.

I expressed my lack of confidence in the fact that chocolate is packaged in such a film.

Do you think I realized that this film is a pack from her favorite condoms for a blowjob?

Unfortunately no. I thought she started smoking cigarettes again. In the morning, when Alena went to work, I searched all her bags and outerwear — there were no cigarettes.

We lived in service housing from my office. There was no furniture, as elsewhere in rented apartments. We bought a bed from Ikea and made a permutation. My computer desk was now at the side of the window. In order to occasionally give my eyes a rest, I looked out the window, from where the roadway could be seen and entered our yard.

I am not a fan of cars, for me it is a luxury, not a means of transportation. Besides, then I did not have a driver's license. But I understood the models and loved to speculate on car-driving topics. Therefore, when tired eyes, watching the local motorists.

One evening, I drank tea and looked out the window. At the intersection stood a jeep and blinked turn signals. Then he turned to us. While he was dragging, I noticed a huge dent in the back of the chute. Mark, I did not see.

Ten minutes later, Alyonka returned. Laid out a swimsuit on the battery, hung up to dry a hat, glasses ...

The devil knows how, but the subconscious mind pulled that jeep out of my memory and I almost ...