The shutter was closed, and the dial showed that the time was already that, one o'clock in the morning. I shrank in my jacket, shrugged. Autumn is warm, warm. Cold autumn night! As if hearing my grumbling, Dick looked out of the window, saw me under the lamp, waved her hand. Hooray! Home! She met in a robe on a naked body, which made her hands reach for her. She hit her hands, cutting off attempts to stick, put a finger to her lips. Quiet and no gugu. And a drink, a prick after all? And, along with a snack, already put near the couch? Clearly, the agreement - on the hands. I managed to slip into the far end of the living room not with difficulty, but with difficulty. The battle was apparently passionate. Vika’s crumpled dress on the chair, the shoes of both of them could be seen as dangerous bumps in my way, and what is this, next to a plate and a glass? ABOUT! Panties. But not Lidkina. It's in my pocket. Yeah, Victoria wore this option. I brought the lump to my face. M! It smelled of passion. I glanced toward the bedroom. The thin line under the door barely noticeable light, it was clear that the night light was on, and Lidka with Vika ... No, we must sleep. In the morning the evening is wiser, and the head is fresher. Tipping the glass, biting the warmth of vodka with a sandwich, poured over my body, I buried my head in the pillow and fell asleep listening to the sounds of a nightly flat. Daytime apartment sounds different, businesslike, noisy, or something. A nightly apartment is full of vagueness, uncertainty, some kind of mysticism. Why at night it is so nice to slip out of the bedroom to the kitchen or toilet in the dark, enjoying your nudity, the vagueness of yourself in space, openness to the world. At least within the apartment.

Tell me why it is so arranged? As a working day, sleep and hanging decks on his feet, pulls back into bed, blows drowsiness and unwillingness to get up. And as a day off, a festive day - just like from a cannon. Exactly at seven o'clock. Ugh, at this. And now it’s eight, and I’m already half an hour on my feet, sitting in the kitchen. And still half an hour before, having woken up, lay listening to the apartment. Rather, the sounds of the bedroom. What did you want to hear? Groans, sobs hot whisper? I do not know. For the first time I was outside the sexual circle of Lida - my beloved wife, my woman. Or not mine? All right, then everything.

Bare feet were spanked along the corridor. Lidka was going to the kitchen, to the smell of the prepared coffee, which melted in my cup in front of me. I turned my head to release a joke about "who gets up early and that sneaker," but the words are stuck in my throat. On the threshold of the kitchen, yawning, stood Vika sleepy — naked, in trickles of flowing hair, with the correct outlines of the abdominal muscles, starting in a curly hair rectangle and gazing at neat circles on the tips of the breasts, with nipples protruding from tubercles. Morning Aurora in all its glory, to which I did not touch.

- Good morning. - She raised her hands, picked up her hair in one river with several movements. Breasts obediently repeated all her movements, leading me to my gaze. - Listen. Have you got up long?

“Good morning, Vika.” - I hardly opened my mouth, he was like a stranger, his lips were like rubber. - Would you like some coffee?

- I will. - Vick took a step towards me.How she smells - pleasure, complacency, some confident calm! - boil?

- Yeah.

- Umnichka. - She leaned toward me, showing that the fourth is not the second, and certainly not the first. - I'm still in the bath, and you boil. - She took a sip from my cup, closed her eyes. - So tasty! - And went with a thick stream of hair on the back, shaking her hips. Satisfied, confident.

The coffee was filled with trembling hands. No, honestly, I was shaking, and why was shaking, I did not understand. This is not a desire, for sure. But it was shaking. Coffee boiled cap, obediently poured into a cup.

- Thank. - Vick entered quietly, wrapped in a towel. - Thank you, Mishulik. - Nobody ever called me that long. From the fifth grade. She kissed me right on the lips with a wave of clean body, fragrant soap (Lidka made handmade soap specially for this occasion, coming from the store smelling like a bouquet).

- Hot. Caution. - I sat on the chair. I did not want her to see how a member is growing in size from arousal. In addition, Dick and um will come out, I did not want to violate this obligation, which, they say, is a member of the node and no, no.

- Yours yesterday for three hours so I got hurt that I turned off. She has a volcano. So, now I understand you. - Vick prevented a spoonful of coffee. - Misha, is there no milk?

- And make sandwiches. - Lidka, stepped into the kitchen, leaned over, holding her hair falling in waves, shook her breasts, thereby confirming the kiss I saw on Vicki’s lips. - We are terribly hungry.

- Yes. - I would get up, but I got up. There was no desire to stick around before their eyes, glistening with the stretched fabric of the briefs. If with continuation, then yes, and no.

- Ok, sit down, I'll do it myself. - Lidka understood me, Vika, realizing, lowered her eyes, blushed. Does she blush? Interesting. - As you understand, Mishulya, Vika and I ...

- Clear. - I hurried to expand the conversation in the right direction for me. - You have a relationship, you are now in a state of euphoria. I, - forgive me, all who can, - do not attempt on your pair. That is, Vika.

- I am your wife. - Lidka put a large plate of sandwiches. - She is mine. With all that it implies. - Vika dropped her eyes again, flushed. - She will spend the night with us. - Lidka bent, looking into the eyes of Vicky. - Hope that often. - Vika glanced at me while Lidka brewed coffee. I was silent. - Questions?

- BUT? - I wanted to say about milk - ended.

- But leave your "A". - Dick lifted her chin. - She's mine - it's up to me.

- Well. - Ek it pulled? So out of the house expelled. First, a sofa, then ponochuy someone, then walk from here to dinner.

- Lidusik. - Vika leaned toward her, tidied her hair behind her ear. - Misha ...

- Can sleep with you in the same bed. - I brazenly continued the beginning of her proposal. How dreamed! BUT? Volcano! - From your side, Lidka.

- And maybe in the middle. - Both of them suddenly smiled, as if adults were telling a tale-trick to a small child. - I did not decide yet. - But I have already decided. But she does not know about it. But Vika guessed. Smart, beautiful, woman. And he really wants a family. Now I realized that I was alarmed in her - the desire to have a family. Now she, sitting opposite, believes that it can be her family.

In the middle of the conversation, Vika suddenly jumped up and hurried. The antenna master must come to two, and she is still here. The girls rushed into the room to dress, I leaned back in my chair, with difficulty straightened the member, bent in the gorge of cowards. Oh, he would be free! Poshumev, Lidka, flashing a naked body in a falling robe, conducted a dressed Vika, hastily twisting a braid from her elastic hair, into the corridor, mumbling some words. By the edge of my ear I heard one of them say a barely perceptible phrase - “not far from here, run so far”, a ringing kiss and Dickie’s gentle voice “Bye, Vikusya.” This caused a loud laugh from both, then the door slammed and the apartment fell silent. I jumped up from the table, rushed into the corridor, dragging my underpants on the move. Could not Lidka go naked to the street. Although it may be - throw a raincoat, legs in boots and forward. I somehow jumped out after me - I forgot my passport and the keys to work on the bedside table.

She stood, resting her palm on the upholstery of the door, the second palm lying on top of the keys. At the sound of my steps she turned the keys, turned to face me, leaned her shoulders against the door. I did not reach her a couple of steps, as she pulled something out of her pocket, stretched out her hand with a clenched fist forward.

- Here. - She looked at me, not letting go of my eyes. - Here they are.

- Who? - What is it with her? Not good for the head, these exercises have gone?

- Her panties. - She stretched out her Victoria panties on outstretched fingers, twisted them in front of me. - She went to the street with a bare ass and open mink! - A smile stretched from ear to ear. - And I fucked her. She is no longer a virgin.

- Virgin? - Stop, from this place, in more detail! - What is it like?

- She is the first time with a woman! - Dick carried, joy and squirting out ...