I look around at Masha's rear view when she in the kitchen with her back sculpted my favorite dumplings. A dressing gown tightly wrapped around her ass, and I note that the robe has already become too small. The car of the priest (if not called it differently) clearly increased in size over time ...

How much? For all the time that we are together. From the former figurine, from the mental representation of which once a member became my stake, there was not a trace left. The once slim Masha's body widened, acquired, so to speak, forms ... But I drive these thoughts away from myself, asserting that Masha is still pretty, attractive and ...

I think out of habit. Such a habit is produced by women who carry the title won by love.

Wives!

Five years of stable family life with a girl, who was staring at the whole institution, change attitudes towards women. Yes, and to sex. You look at your wife no longer the way you used to, but also on other female individuals in a different way. Wife, like an open bottle of wine, lost its smell from time to time. And you could finish it, but no desire. And other women (I mean cool, of course), like brandy, which causes thirst. From these thoughts, my appetite is growing ...

“It will be ready soon, dear,” said Masha, turning around, and calmly continued her cooking. She has already learned to read my mind. I have heard somewhere that this is the highest form of family harmony. But only I presented this family harmony differently. The desire to urgently go beyond the harmonious and familiar family relationships covers me, and I want to surprise my wife ...

Sneaking up behind Masha, gently lifting the floor of her robe and putting my palm in her panties. I quickly feel for the female perineum and clasp the knob of the clitoris with my fingers, simultaneously pushing the index finger into the Mashkin's vagina. I do everything in a jiffy, and my wife only hails back at harassment, tries to wrest my hand, and I feel her hole getting wet.

- Well, Vlad! Stop it, please ... I'm busy, - capriciously, even rudely, it breaks off my game. A member in shorts who started to swell, weakened and lost interest in what was happening. Frustrated, I tore off the palm of the machine from the hole, and she hastily, as if hurrying to escape, pulls down her panties. I note how I always tired of the white color of her clothes. Frustrated I thump on the kitchen chair.

“You're hungry, and I need to feed you,” she explains her resistance and lights the stove. Everything as usual. In the last year, sex became rare, and I was tired of counting excuses about fatigue and "another time." I remember that we never had anal sex (the wife was afraid), and the poses during the traditional fucking were constant in their monotony. Masha, in her words, is torn between the work of a home tutor in English and household chores, and I, in her opinion, should have focused on increasing our family income. She, Masha, wants, at last, children, and I will not draw the future with my salary alone ... In general, a song familiar to many married guys. Soon Masha pours the pelmeni into a bowl and smacks me on the forehead. You can eat. Every evening, year after year, the same procedure.

“We don’t have money to go to restaurants,” I once said to my wife’s remarks that we had dinner all nights at home. My modest salary did not allow Masha to walk around the taverns.

“So, think how to earn money,” I heard back. Reproach my solvency. For six years I have been working at the same place, without prospects and in the mode of austerity of the family budget. Although all the necessary, of course, enough, the usual average family. But I can not buy my wife a mink coat.

“I will do without a fur coat,” she once said when we discussed possible spending. She wonderfully combined a girl dreaming of a beautiful life and an economical, practical housewife.Masha stroked my back with her warm and faithful palms, and once again I understand that my wife loves me.

... After dinner, already lying in bed, Masha herself tried to stick to me, putting her head on my chest. Her blond hair is scattered in my torso, and thin fingers tickle the ear. She knows that I love so much, but I don’t want anything. I refer to fatigue, desire to sleep and turn away. Masha does not show frustration, but only embraces me and quickly falls asleep. There is sex or not, she doesn’t care. I look into the corner of the room in thought. Is this the life for which I sacrificed freedom when I married Mashka? Standard schemes of family everyday life, routine, and we are overgrown with habits that supplant passion. So everything is colorless. Boredom. Could it be otherwise?

In the morning I have breakfast and watch T-Wee with a new clip with Vera Brezhnev. The singer in an erotic swimsuit sings simple little phrases about love, showing off her seductive hips and breasts, and I load oatmeal (carefully prepared by Masha, who considered oatmeal as a source of male energy) and admire the singer. I catch a frame where Vera lifts a long leg, and I feel a signal in the groin. Bright woman who will decorate the life of any guy (someone just fucks her). This will not let you be bored, I think with a grin in my brain, once again I find myself among her fans and go to work. Masha escorts me to the door with a kiss on the cheek.

- Do not linger, Vladyusha.

But in something or somewhere I lingered, dear, I mentally sigh.

I enter a huge building where I conscientiously work with an analyst at an investment company. So, a workhorse, a small fry with a small salary. I pass to my floor and notice how the girls office managers adorn the hall of the finance department with roses. I remember that today is the birthday of Christina, the company's financial director. A young girl of twenty-five! Daughters of the President of the business and owner of Igor Pavlovich Sokolov, his beloved daughter. This is what you need to become a finance department manager. Happy birthday, Kristina Igorevna, although you, a humble clerk, don't even know my name. For you, I'm just an ordinary staff unit in the square of the Excel table.

“Let's finish with a summary,” Sashka, my colleague, a young lad, is an analyst in the same urge as I am. We plow together in one office shoulder to shoulder, pull work tasks and help each other. A great kid, this Sasha, and the noggin to all cooks.

- Why such a rush? - I ask, having buried in a computer screen. The monitor turns on and dumps graphs and numbers in minutes.

“And besides that, on the occasion of the birthday of Christine,” he rhymes cheerfully, “there will be a buffet table.” Everyone was asked to finish two hours earlier. A treat from dad-employer.

“Does our princess have a man?” - I'm interested for some reason, building a reporting chart.

- Yes, riding some dark-haired "BMW", - says Sasha. - Drives, brings, but does not get out of the car. It can be seen that difficult dude.

Who got such a girlfriend, I think. Injection into the soul. Envy? I do not want to agree with this, although I can’t argue, but my attention is shifting to a fact that has been haunting me all last week. Numbers!

- Sasha, - I respond to my friend. - Look at this.

A colleague comes to my computer and, at the request, looks at the screen.

- And what is it? - he does not understand.

- In the latest data we receive from the appraisal department, the value of assets is greatly underestimated. What kind of crap? As if the financial department is consciously trying to reduce the price of the company. Shares rose, and assets fell. How can this be? - I notice thoughtfully.

- Yes, FIG knows, - says Sasha. - Assessment of assets carried out by traders, therefore - not our topic. Better think about the toast that you will say in honor of the boss's daughter - my comrade has fun, and I get dark. The level of Christina and mine are incomparable. They said that she is very ambitious, really cuts the chip in finance and always achieves the goals set. To desire something for a girl who has everything is ridiculous.

Toward the end of the working day, everyone was called into the hall.Buffet tables offered the crowd a freebie snack ...