debt. Already about the exit of his wife called.

“Wait a minute,” she said, and I saw how hard these words were for her, “I wanted you with me ... Well ... Stay, please!”

The orderly stopped in confusion, and looked at her inquiringly. Marina walked toward him with a wooden gait, and gently hugged her. The orderly stiffened and looked at me, frightened.

- Yes, man, I'm shocked! - I grinned.

I was suddenly attacked by apathy, and I wanted only one thing: that everything ended as soon as possible. Marina began to hug him tightly and rub her hips on his legs. The orderly could not get out of the stupor.

“Kiss me, or something,” said the wife, and put her lips up, lifting her head.

The orderly kissed my wife in a pioneer manner, and gently put his arm around her waist. Marina fumbled hands over the guy's pants, in search of a belt, without even bothering to see what was covered with suspenders under Captain Erotica.

"Wow! What kind of emotions?I thought "You are going straight ahead to a bright future ... In a column of two."

I was embarrassed to look at these Pygmy passions, and I closed my eyes. I heard a rustle of clothes, a whisper, and some sort of fuss. For some reason, a picture appeared in front of my mind: a mouse is buried. I did not understand where this image came from: the last time at the funeral of the mouse I was never. Suddenly I heard champing, and then I quickly opened my eyes.

My Marina stood in the pose of a repentant Magdalene and whispered prayers directly into the guy's microphone. The orderly, apparently, was not prepared for the fact that he would be interviewed today, and also on the biblical topic: “How Eve sucked Adam for an apple, and they were expelled from the Eden brothel” - he looked shocked and happy.

"I hope this revel of feverish lust will end", I thought, carefully following the perversions of my wife. One could only admire her ingenuity, with which she was able to find the Spear of Destiny in the folds of the Shroud of Chosen: his device was depressingly modest and inconsiderable.

Despite some comicity of what is happening, I was excited by this spectacle. Who would have thought that I would get back to my wife precisely when it would have nothing to do with me - I felt like a stranger at this celebration of life.

- Hey! - I called quietly, addressing my wife, - isn't it time to finish the process? Everything, I am already humiliated and humiliated ... I realize my guilt. Meru. Power. Depth

- No, this is just the beginning! - in agility the wife exclaimed, letting out, for a moment, a breathing tube, and giving the diver a chance to breathe a little in a quiet pool, - we haven't even warmed up yet!

“Freeze, freeze, wolf tail”, I thought, looking at the purple-red beacon of the sailor, pulsing in the distance of the chamber. Suddenly, Marina began to bustle off her skirt, then her underpants, and ... Of the forests, the mysterious canopy was laid out with sad noise. Avicenna in Susaninsky, overlooking the opened forest belt, threw off his last doubts and clothes on the state-made laminate.

- Hey, Mata Harry, we did not agree! - I exclaimed jealously, looking at Sauron’s eye, who, without blinking, was looking directly at me because of his wife’s stupid knees - what else was a director's reading: this is not provided for in the script! An eye for an eye, you said it yourself! Sucked - ran away!

Marina, standing on all fours in front of Paracelsus, looked round and looked at me. Then she thoughtfully chewed on her lips, rose from her knees, and headed towards my bed. I fidgeted cautiously. I started itching right away, but I could only scratch my shoulders, and then my teeth. My wife stooped, put her hands on the headboard, and stood in front of me. Her rears were turned to Hippocrates, who floridly moved into the zone of captivity, fixing on the retina of the eye the primary sexual signs of my faithful.

“I think you also fucked before that,” said Marina, exposing her hip bone to a young vivisector, who was looking in dismay from behind her back, trying not to meet my eyes.

- You think?!? Wow! This is some kind of new process in Botany! I got fucked ... You can't know for sure! And all doubts are interpreted in favor of the accused! Long live the Soviet court, the most humane court in the world!

I wanted to blurt out something else, but the young henchman of medicine somehow immediately pushed my Marina, Peter the Great, to my Marina, and I immediately wilted: I was in no mood for jokes. They stood right in front of me, my wife put her hands on the headboard and looked into my eyes. From the blows of her fucker, my rookery rhythmically shuddered, and it seemed to me that they fucked me at the same time. I twitched my arms and legs to clear my conscience and whined.

Marina was breathing heavily, moaning at a particularly strong blow, and lavishly licked the saliva that had accumulated in the corners of her mouth. This spectacle brought me so much that it became impossible to hide my excitement. The member confidently made his way through the medical tunic I was wearing, and Marina immediately noticed the movement of the enemy scout.

- What are you doing, Igor? - she threw back the floor of the robe, and stared at my erect penis. - Your wife is fucked before your eyes, and you ... Are you excited at the same time?!? You are generally normal, no?!?

“No, I said,” burning with an agonizing desire to greet oneself with a strong male handshake. The member started, a transparent drop appeared on the head, and slowly flowed down. The wife followed her gaze and licked her lips.

“Yes, baby, this is not your sanitary Hobbit's journey ... There and back.” I strained my muscles, and my root of pleasure was leaving unfortunate Belinda Maze, who had chosen the wrong companion for the world tour. She flipped back like a Chinese dummy, never taking her eyes off a weighty argument in the fallacy of her choice. I knew what a magical effect on stray sheep 21 centimeters above the level of the sky. Everything else for her is like a dead poultice, for she already felt the taste of blood ...

"I am Smaug, the Great and Terrible! ... And if I do not jerk off now, then I'll scorch you all the fuck up!". I was hunting to hunt ... At will! In the pampas! ... Shoot the chickens. Queues ... Or catch the sterlet. In skirts.

Marina suddenly began to lean slowly towards me, never taking her eyes off Big Brother, and I moved towards her with open, but embraced arms. She stopped an inch from Professor Dowell’s head, and I felt her hot breath on her. Marina licked, but did not dare: it would spoil her whole Bollywood picture of revenge.

- Am! - I said quietly, clapping my jaws, and Marina immediately gave up, hurriedly and with pleasure licking and sucking - as if she was waiting for commands from the outside.

Apparently this spectacle finally finished off the young hunter for easy prey - he twitched finely and intensely on the broad bones of the speaker, bulging everything, including organs of sight.

The door opened, and the dromedary entered the ward: judging by the stooped back and shiny bald head, this medical lizard was the same age as Esculapius. In his hands he held a folder with papers, on the cover of which I noticed my photo.

“So,” he said, and paused, glancing round at Pompey, rightly predicting from her strength one day ...

His young assistant and follower, noticing the Elder's appearance to the people, immediately interrupted the process, jumping out of my wife, and, seizing his unconvincing argument, he inherited in the corner of my bed in the most obscene way. The wife did not see the face of the Ancient One, and turned indignantly towards the accomplice who had treacherously left her in exemplary coitus: the case was not over, but simply to suck her blessed as a punishment for his betrayal was not part of her Napoleonic plans. In fact, the wife looked pretty stupid. Then she noticed the old representative of the hospital administration, and politely addressed him with a well-founded complaint:

- What the fuck do you have here a woman, no one can fuck like a human???

She stood, akimbo, and sparkling anatomical details below the navel, shamelessly checking all the time with her fingers the lower abdomen for performance.

“Sit down, madam,” I nodded at the perch familiar to Marina, showing me the inherent gallantry - with a certain amount of benefit for myself.

“Dick to you,” Marya, the clever one, immediately destroyed my plans and looked around the ward — apparently, her clothes.

The luminary of medical science (judging by its brilliant bald head), took an ancient mobile phone out of wide trousers with a duplicate priceless cargo — I wouldn't be in the least surprised if he said there: “Girl ... connect me with ...”.

Everything turned out to be simpler: he pressed the button, and, after a pause, said:

- Ivan Arnoldovich ... yes, yes, this is Professor Preobrazhensky ... I have here an interesting case: a meteoric attack of nymphomania ... Yes, yes, very interesting ... I’ll send you biological material now, - he made a sign to the suddenly otritsya A nurse who confidently began to lay on a stretcher standing against the wall, yelping Marina, - of course, I myself will gladly join the study ... Yes, yes, you can invite anaesthesiologist Lars too ... Let him frolic ... We bring it, disease, to the end ...

He hung up and rubbed his palms. Marina was already lying on a trolley on wheels, fixed by the executive orderly, and quietly cursed: her plan fell into pieces. The professor turned to me and said:

- And you, my dear, lie down and do not get up ... We will apply Viagra to you ... It’s necessary to start some studies ... While we are doing tests, and then we'll see.

- Professor, do you think I need Viagra now? - I said, and nodded to my bed: I was like a submarine with a periscope looking over the horizon. - Maybe it's time to untie me already!

“It will definitely help,” he said confidently, ignoring my request, and pressed the button of the phone. - Girls, - for tests, the general chamber, - he said shortly and disconnected. “Nuth, sir, young man, take the sick after me,” said the professor, and seeded to the exit.

- We have not finished! - Shouted his wife, floating away into the unknown.

I lay prostrate like a starfish ... More precisely, like a starfish. Or a star-star ... The door to the chamber opened, and on the threshold appeared three girls, dressed in extremely short white dressing gowns, with large red crosses on vast breasts, falling out of a revealing neckline. They had lush hair of black, white, and ginger. They smiled, and walked toward my bed as they walked towards the models - from the hip. "So what ... Viagra!", I was delighted, and prepared to pass all the tests that I had accumulated for this whole hectic day ...

To be continued...