phrase: "Men so rarely see a female orgasm, that women are worthless to pretend it." When I looked inquiringly at Lucy, she, of course, fell silent, but this chuckle was stupid, and now also Jura.

- Or maybe she pretends it? - I asked.

Yura broke into a smile and said his catchphrase:

- Experience, Vasya, you won't drink.

I did not go into the wilds of the Yurina experience, especially since he soon lay down on the couch and fell asleep.

And so it was every time we drank a lot.

- You know, she is such a woman, you never get bored with her! And role-playing games to you, and domination, and submission, and what a gentle tongue, will lick the whole body, so much so that you want to end with a single touch. But hold on. And if you start to speak in your ear, how you want it and in what poses, then everything just flows, and how it ends, you are at the top of bliss, it will compress you so much that you follow it.

I was terribly uncomfortable listening to this, but interesting, since Lucy was conservative ...

As I thought. Once I reinstalled the antivirus on my wife’s laptop, I saw the “DCIM” folder on my desktop. He opened it - and there photos of naked Lucy. More precisely, I did not understand at first that it was she - the photos were very artistic, Lucy with bright make-up, wrapped in silk red sheets ...

My hands shook with indignation, I rushed into the kitchen, grabbed my wife by the hand and dragged me into the room.

- What the hell is this? Would you still starred in porn! What is it?

- These are photos.

- Fucked up, but I do not see! Give me the number of this photographer, I'll arrange a photo session for him!

- Yes, calm down you, this is Lena. She is engaged in photography and asked her to pose.

- Is Yurin Lena?

- Well, whose.

“And yes,” I grinned, “this one can.”

Lucy looked at me in surprise.

- Do you know her?

- No, from her husband heard about her supernatural abilities. And if this photo gets somewhere, you thought about it, huh?

Lucy threw a kitchen towel, which all this time was holding in her hands, on the sofa.

- Do you think about me? Or am I your housekeeper? At night, you call your Alena.

I froze for a while.

- And what do I control myself in a dream? How do I know who I call there? And if I start calling any Nikolai, will you also think something?

- Yes, you go.

The wife went into the kitchen and closed the door behind her.

I sat and pondered. Do fuck this Lena, that's what. And Lucy is underway.

My wife and I were reconciled, but now I did not so willingly let her visit the oligarch's young and licentious wife. I even had an idea to talk with Lena, but she was constantly shaking about some business trips, but I couldn’t always go to them with Lucy.

Finally, there was a reason - this birthday had a birthday and they called us too. Lucy and I parked, entered the garden - there were already a lot of people, there were tables, shouting music. I squeezed a bouquet of roses in my hands, and Lucy had some kind of crap from a culinary store in her hands, which, according to Lucy, would be very useful for this Lena.

I immediately noticed Yura, but did not immediately understand what he was doing. He posed - stood motionless, leaning on the railing of the stairs leading to the second floor of the house. He was photographed by a girl, her face was obscured by a DSLR with a huge lens.

“And this, apparently, is the heroine of the ball,” I thought.

The girl removed the camera from her face and straightened. It was Alena. I have not yet experienced this thought, as Yura rushed to me, leading Lena-Alena behind him.

- And here is my favorite. And this is Vasily, my new friend.

I nodded, not hiding my disgust. He examined her, trying to understand, whether time changes blyady. So, you know, no, does not change. If she even looked like a horse in the mouth, there would be no flaws.

Alyona-Lena also nodded, but she was nervous, great. And I couldn’t even bother her - after all, her husband pulled her out of the hotel for sekas, so he realizes that his wife is a fuck.

We went to different corners, all I thought of was getting drunk slowly and methodically in order to go home faster. But finally, I still told her a couple of affectionate. I do not remember that, like, "well settled, bitch," or "like life, scum?".And that she answered, I also do not remember.

I began to gradually adjust my wife against the Pashchenko family. She stopped driving to them, Yura also noticed a cooling in the relationship, but I talked about family problems. At leisure, I often scroll through the pictures in my head, so Alena-Lena gives a deep blowjob to her husband, then he bends it and has a long time. Or even better - he still does not get up, age is still, and Alena-Lena is trying everything, and already her lips hurt to clasp the member.

But sometimes I remembered episodes of our life together, bright and light, not overshadowed by betrayal and quarrels. Her concern for me, which was still present in our family life, and often came to the conclusion that both were to blame. However, he immediately recalled this bitch on her birthday and thought what the fuck was fatty about her, while his wife had a chest and tummy. Why does a woman, faithful to her husband, look shitty, and the bitch, who put a member and money at the head of her life, is so attractive?

From anguish, I even began to clean the house. Wash, iron clothes, vacuum. In one of these cleanups, a heavy box fell on me from the top shelf. There were things from the sex shop: a lubricant and a bunch of artificial limbs, one of which is on a strap, strapon, heavy, with a notch, obviously for a girl. We never had anything like that in bed, yes, there was laundry, but this, this is a clear perversion!

I remembered the photos on my computer, recalled the nervous reaction of Alena-Lena, who was well-wielding herself, as my wife admired her and everything fell into place. This lustful bitch seduced my Lucy! Bitch insatiable, her little man, rubbish! Kill you!

I scored jura.

- I left you a card holder last time! Will I check in?

- Oh, Vasya, I drove away on business, but Lena is at home, you call in!

I instantly got dressed and left. I drove for 80. On the way, I called my hairdresser’s wife, to whom she allegedly had gone - to hell with you, she wasn’t there today. So, there is a chance to catch red-handed.

The gates were closed, I rang several times, and finally, on the road leading to the house, Alena appeared. She was dressed at home and somehow hastily.

“Where did you hide her, your mistress?”

Seeing me, Alena was not happy.

- Hello! Are you not happy to see me? I prevented?

- I am not happy, I prevented, I was in the shower. What do you need?

“Look at you fucking,” I declared brazenly, triumphing.

- Oh, yes you are in your repertoire. I do not want to listen to your insults. Should I call the guard, or what? Or call her husband?

I burst out laughing.

- Yes, call me, and what will you tell him?

“You see,” answered Alena, “I realized that you would not be left behind in an amicable way and told him yesterday that we were acquainted in the past.”

I laughed more.

- What did you exchange him for my wife, did you tell him? What do you fuck and bring profits to local sex shops, not? Well, call Lucy, now!

- Do not yell, I do not have your Lucy.

I shook the fence of the fence.

- Use the fact that I do not get inside? Fuck you, I have proof - pictures of my naked wife!

- Listen, Vasya, you, in my opinion, are drunk and already delirious. I better call you a taxi.

Alena began to dial the number.

- Do not wait, you say garlic - it was or not, and I otvyanu. Did you sleep with my wife? Did you photograph her? You went with a camera at the birthday party!

- This is our friend's camera, Andrew. Nafig me your wife? I have a normal orientation, I have a husband.

- So, che for Andrew?

- Our neighbor. Lucy is still with him, she has finished some courses in photography, she helps him.

I shook the grill again. My Lyuska did not finish any courses in photography.

- Come on, come on, go to your Andrew.

Alyona returned to the house, went out with a bat - apparently I looked quite desperate, and we went to this Andrey.

He also had a healthy house, surrounded by a high gate. We went through some narrow gate in another place.

- I don’t even know how to explain to Andrey why you came, you are inadequate, you will tell everyone, and then I’m guilty, and who will take pictures of me for free?

We stood in front of the entrance door to the house.

Alena called.

- Who's there?

- Andrew, this is Alena. Listen, do you have Lucy?

Andrei opened the door. He was wearing only cowards.

- She already left. Something happened?

I was relieved from my heart, although I wanted to ask why this pepper was in my underpants. This Andrew was not at all in the taste of my wife, I had not seen a more ugly body in my life.We turned to leave, when suddenly I was impatient in the toilet. Highly.

Andrei showed where, and I rushed there with an arrow. I was washing my hands in the sink and suddenly I saw my Lucy's wedding ring on a glass shelf. It was exactly that, with the engraving “From Vasiliy to Lyudmila's Beloved” I looked around - used condoms were lying on the toilet in a toilet bin. I rummaged there - at the bottom lay a tube from under the ending anal lubricant, an empty pack from under the cigarettes that Lucy always smoked and a bunch of spoiled negatives.

I put the ring in my pocket, warmly said goodbye to Andrey, and we went back to Pashchenko’s house.

Alena pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit a cigarette. It is snowing.

“Give it to me too,” I asked.

- You do not smoke? - she was surprised.

- I smoke today.

Alena shrugged and pulled me a cigarette.

Yuri arrived.

- On a couple of poison? Vasya, what are you?

I waved my hand.

- Yes, everything is fine, just uncomfortable happened.

“Well, goodbye,” said Yuri and held out his hand to me. I shook her.

He sent me correctly. I admired the last moments of Alena, smoking a cigarette.

Then I got into the car, and they stood hugging and waved after me.

On the road my wife called.

- Zainka, cat, do not be offended, but today I took off my wedding ring at the hairdresser and it seems that it is lost.

“Nothing, love,” I replied, “you will not need it anymore.”