All events are fictional and occur in the fictional world.

Glory to tolerance!

On this warm summer day, the sun was still high, but the evening was approaching inexorably. Almost like a falling sword of Damocles. Mr. Ivanoff once again threw a dreary look out of the window, and, following the advice of a psychologist, tried to dispel his embarrassing thoughts. He visited the psychologist once in every two weeks, as was required by the law on immigrants. In the first week - myself, in the second to the psychologist there was a wife, in the third week they came together, the fourth ... The fourth was the current one. And the fourth week he did not like.

“Do you think, honey, I look attractive enough?” - Asked the wife, fluttering out of the bedroom.

Ivanoff slightly squinted his eyes towards his wife. Mentally, he remembered instruction. The main thing - to follow the commandments and not to desire. Sinful desire only. And how not to desire your own young wife when she is in such a depraved form? Damn it, he wanted her and when she was just naked. And when dressed. Oh! Seems he thought "damn"? The man coughed shyly.

- Well, dear? - the wife demanded impatiently in a capricious tone: - What are you thinking about there?

- I remembered the commandments ...

- Dear! - she threw up her hands exactly as she was taught in the courses of exemplary wives: - As the psychologist says, you only need to think about who you are talking to at that moment. Otherwise you show neglect, and this can offend a person. Remember that we still have too little experience of immigrants, and if we want to get permission to extend our stay in this wonderful country, we must become the most exemplary immigrants.

“Yes, yes, of course, dear,” Mr. Ivanoff gathered his will into a fist, paying all attention to his wife’s impartial examination.

She was very pretty. Blond curls fell on the waves on the shoulders, the magnificent chest was torn to freedom from the grip of a sundress on thin straps. However, the chest was barely covered, showing to the gaze of the ever-hungry spouse two sweet roundness with an appetizing hollow between them. Bra wife today is not wearing.

“I think everything is fine,” the husband calmly declared.

- Just ok? - puppet face stretched out and plump lips, created for a blowjob, bent in disappointment.

Why, why did he say that ?! Her lips quivered, her eyes moistened. A little bit more and she will cry, ink will flow, cosmetics will be smeared. Oh, no, this is unacceptable!

- Unfeeling chump! She said offendedly: “I’m saving our reputation here, I’m waiting for your support.” And what do you get? Fine? That is, I do not want to grab, bend and rape?

“Oh, no, forgive me if I expressed myself unclear,” the psychologist’s lessons were not in vain, he remembered by heart everything that can be said in such a situation: “I’m disturbed by the fact that I always want you.” Do you understand? Always ... Therefore, I cannot give an objective assessment so quickly. I need time to think ...

Oh yeah! In time, he would give a lot. To know who would have to give on the paw ...

“Okay, I understood everything,” my wife said calmly: “If you, as a husband who loves me, give a rating of“ normal, ”it means that I need to urgently work on the image. We urgently need to come up with something ...

She stomped on seven-inch heels back and forth. Slender legs, open almost completely loomed before the gaze of Ivanoff. Oh, how to grab her now and flop on the sofa ... What a pleasure to own such a gorgeous woman. And he, the happiest of mortals, knew this delight. She is his. His prey, which he devours with his eyes, and kicks his lips, touches him in the most forbidden places.

Oh, how sweet are these kisses, innocent and full of passion, with which their every love game begins! How their languages ​​intertwine, what a sweet struggle is going on between them - only beloved ones fight with their lips with their lips. And this is a battle for the right to give affection to the object of your love. Who will win it?

Often she won all the same. And then he submitted to her power, surrendering to the captivity of pleasure. She tore off his clothes, touched his body where she wanted and how she wanted. Capturing and enslaving, forcing to endure sweet torment. What she was skilled at such torture, exhausting desire and maddening from the inability to satisfy this desire.

Yes, she loved to control the moment of his pleasure, skillfully postponing the peak. Whether she covered his torso with kisses, hugged her thighs, warmed her instrument of passion with her breath, or suddenly, like a rider, seized him, letting her deeply into her close cozy cave — all just to interrupt the flow of pleasure a moment before the climax . Playfully laugh, at his helpless and pleading, mercy-seeking eyes.

What torments he endured, wanting his beloved spouse, when she was so unusually close and at the same time dizzyingly inaccessible. Goddess! And suddenly the deity gave final affection. Her lips were finally hugging him there. And in a flash he erupted into a gentle and greedy mouth, bestowing his beloved for all her caresses and torture with what a man is capable of bestowing a woman according to the will of nature.

But he was not always inferior. And then he took revenge on delight for delight. Oh, he knew how to do it! Break away from the conquered inevitable lips, slide your tongue along the curvature of the neck of the naughty girl. You flinch, girl? It's only the beginning! Kiss the shoulder ... Gently ... And again tongue, teasing, slide ... Where now? Higher or lower? Do not you know? Shiver? But the breast shyly, like a modest, hiding under clothes. But she does not hide from ardent lips. Hug lips, draw in, but not hard, so as not to disturb his beloved. Which is so trusting, so defenseless before his caresses. A tummy so inviting ... Ah, do you want to hide it from me? Well, then your legs - I'll start with them. I will cover them with kisses, each little finger will warm my breath, rising higher and higher.

“How I dream to screw up your skirt! - mentally groaned our hero. - This short sarafan color of ripe peach is created to lift it up, but not for the purpose of bursting. Oh no, that would be too easy for you! I know your secret, I know why you are tossing about in bed, begging for mercy and want it not to stop. I want to explore all your hot charms, inch by inch, to walk on them with my tongue. ” Oh, how he enjoyed it when she lay so wide open in his hands, in very greedy hands, with which he lifted her hips to himself to drink it, like a cup of tart wine ...

Sweet dreams. The man swallowed and straightened his cramped tie. Is it humanly able to endure what lies ahead of him? But he should. I have to, if not for my own sake, then at least for my delicate spouse

- We have half an hour before his arrival. And I'm so stupid. I can think of nothing. Suddenly he won't want me? You imagine!?! - the wife anxiously gouged out huge blue eyes with starched mascara eyelashes.

Mr. Ivanoff thought that he would only be glad if he didn’t want to. In the end, it's still his wife. Or not? But the mind told him that the accusation of not tolerating is perhaps the most serious one. You can steal a million and just go to jail - to a well-maintained local prison, where visits from wives are allowed, and leave home for good behavior. But one complaint of non-tolerance is enough - just one - and they will immediately fly back from here to the terrible Syberia. Where, as recently shown on local television, drunken bears with machine guns in their paws are peacefully protesting against the abuse of corrupt police on the streets. And the police there are corrupt all the polls.True, when they, having won a green card, left Sayberia just a year ago, he did not remember any drunken bears.

But the psychologist explained to him that Ivanoff was the victim of a clever propaganda stunt. Only one correctly asked question reveals the truth. “Do you remember sober bears in the streets?” - “No, doctor, no” ...