Everything goes in the dust. I look at my husband with horror, and I think, does he realize how my weekend was? And shame and guilt in front of him, but, feeling my fall into sin, I suffer from an unbearable desire to be in the hands of a fair-haired guy.

Already Wednesday - there is still no call. "Well. Though there will be something to remember - a mixture of feelings of annoyance and confusion. - Just what to do with it, because I can not sleep with my husband. And it is necessary, to fix everything. Admit that there was an affair, and now return to reality? ". No - it can not continue. Trying to work, but all thoughts of something else.

“Well, at least do not lie to yourself, - the memory is treacherous, it causes images, fragments of the madness of the night, moans and body sensations. I remember and feel how exhausted and current. - I want to repeat everything, to forget, to drown, to experience this delight, and not gray days. - And I feel that everything is burning down below. And a thought like a heartbeat - I want, I want, I want to repeat everything madly. “Maybe not everything is all right with the head, and it’s not a long time to go crazy.”

The call explodes with a bomb, penetrating into thoughts.

- Hi, savage. Can you break free at the weekend? - confusion of the soul and thoughts, a look around. I am silent, afraid to admit how I waited for this call.

- You're crazy. I have a husband. Do not divorce me, I say, but my thoughts with mad speed calculate options for how to escape.

- Something tells me that it will not stop you. You're wild, like a cat during estrus, - in his words depravity and confidence, - Maybe you want to go to Peter, relax, - and as a bonus, pushing for actions, - something I find it difficult to drive in the car, my pants interfere and all that is in them.

"Damn, because he knows a bastard, what to put pressure on." I myself do not understand what I am saying, as if it was not me, I will try to take the risk. Where? And when?

The husband knows about my love for this city, about unexpected desires to go there, when it's bad.

And now, I am already going to a funny and old car that has become more beautiful than any carriage from a fairy tale. I see it and feel how blood rushes down from the head, not at all where it should be. How monstrously flawed he is, how skillfully he draws me into this maelstrom of passions, and I feel like a limp toy in his hands. But I like it.

The look of gray eyes, the movement of hands on my back, the tickling breath near the ear and the quiet whisper, as a harbinger of pleasure, - I think you are ready for the weekend.

Eat an unknown route. Track, country road. Interestingly, where are we going?

- I think it's time to stop. We will find a place to spend the night, - of course, impatience no longer allows him to look at the road really, but my thoughts were knotted, I do not see anything, I do not understand anything, and only crazy fantasies in my head.

Glade among the forest, the light of the moon and the tent. Hands convulsively tie knots, securing it, as if tearing off clothes. But, still, barely holding back my desires, we pull things out of the car, take out a bottle of martini, although I don’t think that now it will change something. We throw hungry glances at each other. Christmas trees are green, even didn’t have time to lay anything properly. To hell with martini, to hell with the whole world. Just one random touch and we are an incomprehensible tangle of bodies, lips, hands, loose clothing and moans, tearing the night. God, all the words are forgotten, only the letters float in the brain and break out, distinguishing us from the beasts in this chaos of movement. He looks so that it becomes scary from what he is capable of. Well, I can't take it anymore.

- Yes, you take me, - thinking out loud, like a plea, I can no longer think about anything else.

Yes, I am a wildcat, in heat. I bend, rush around the mattress and want his lips, and sweaty body and persistent hands, twirling the clitoris, wrinkling nipples, and pulling my thighs on me, sitting on my throbbing, thirsty member, with a swollen head.It rushes into the wet bosom, with an increasing pace, because it is no longer able to hold back, and can only frantically move and move towards my hot body. Nipples defiantly look at him, and his lips dig into them, making him moan and beat in sweet flour. No, this is not enough for me. More and more, and stronger and deeper. And only a squishing sound is heard when it breaks out of my bosom, like a swamp, wet and pulling back into the depths. Well, how to survive in this madness, how to save the heart so that it does not jump out, how to let its body survive, tearing off the skin from it when it devours fire, and all the nerves, like an electric cable, beating with current and burning you. The whole universe is in these feelings, the whole world is at our feet, intertwined with passion. And I feel the pulsation of a member pouring out streams of semen, like a volcano that exploded, burning everything in its path, and reviving to a new life.

***

I open my eyes, hear a strange, growing sound, outside the tent. Shaking him by the shoulders. He, with a foggy look, still not waking up after that night, tugs at the lightning and his eyebrows crawl upwards, looking around in amazement. Y-yes. Feel good place we chose.

It is clear that at night to figure out what was happening, we could not. And, of course, could not suggest what we can see in the morning. But still. As if in the barracks, in 45 seconds, we are stretching everything that comes hand in hand.

The picture that presented itself to our eyes very vividly resembled the ending of “The Examiner”, and our emotions from what he saw cause a stupor. A wonderful spectacle in the early morning is a car at the gates of a football field, a tent next to the flagpole at the detachment building site, where the ranks are already standing, and many curious eyes looking at us in bewilderment.

A better place to park and think up was impossible. Children's summer camp and our wonder-tent, with sleepy, after a passionate night, inhabitants in the middle. We quickly gather and wind up, rolling away from laughter, under the friendly cry of innocent angels, who drive us out of the realm of innocence.

Morning of the first day of the weekend and a lot of time to quench the thirst of insatiable bodies. Ahead Veliky Novgorod, where we are heading. And then - the road, country road and God knows what.