- Photo for husband. Part 1
- Photo for husband. Part 2
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Christina's eyes hide behind her, the moan from the protestor turns into a different one, soft and contented. The wife relaxes while this bastard pounds her, swaying from above, then turns her over on her stomach, lifts the skirt on her ass and enters from behind. Fast deep frictions, and I am confident in my conclusion - the wife ends up, hoarsely hoarsely in a rag that is plugged. Hmmm, you can't change women's nature. A minute later, groaning loudly, Boris ends up in a relaxed, lying like a doll, Christina. Finally it was over, I sigh sadly.
Boris fastens his fly and is satisfied with the signature on the document. A pleased smile twists his face. The raped Christina straightens her clothes, trying not to meet my gaze. I am completely free of handcuffs. Scum, Chertkov, you do not pass for nothing. The next blow is for me.
“And another text is needed from you, Vladik,” Boris calmly says. - Take a pen and write: ...
I went cold.
- ... "I don’t blame anyone for what happened," Chertkov announces the text. The head ascertains how the gun of the "intellectual" rests on it.
Well...
“Let go of Christina, then continue the conversation,” I firmly and coldly declare to the gangster. I am consolingly looking at my wife, but my consolation seems to be to her nothing. Christina put herself in order after sex, goes up to Boris and nicely hugs him. Here it is. I didn’t have enough brains to understand this before. The script played by Kristina soiled her dress with cum and finally fucked up her essence ...
I'm ready to fail under the floor of this damned tavern.
“And I'm not in a hurry,” says his wife, grinning. Boris hugs her back and kisses her lips, she strokes his neck. My wife first participated in all this, and I fell into a trap. I refuse to write this crappy text about “not to blame”, but life counts the last minutes.
“Finally, I’ll get rid of such a weakling and loser like you,” Christina notes, flashing green eyes.
“You had a great wife,” Chertkov quite admits.
“Be happy,” I said, sarcastically. - You stand each other.
“Fuck you to hell,” Christina snakes. “Boris is a real man, not smug shit like you.”
“So far you have come to hell,” I laugh in our last family scene, and in my heart the bitterness from the approach of the final. Life was short and bright, and I want to dedicate the last minute to Masha. Imagine her snub-nosed blue-eyed face.
- Will you write? - Chertkov presses.
Then suddenly the lights go out in the hall. It is already night, and the restaurant is in total darkness. In a second, something breaks the window, and I hear a voice.
- This way!
Faster than someone with bandits highlight mobile phone, I dive into the broken window and notice the burning headlights of cars. His door opens, and I fly to him with a bullet, leaving behind me the screams of the Chertkov brethren. I jump inside and turn my gaze to the driver.
Masha.
- Vlad ... I follow you.
And the car takes off. Brakes through a dozen meters, another companion runs out from the back of the tavern building to us and sits back. This machine is the groom, Sasha. The car flies along the road, leaving the restaurant behind, Masha drives a car like a racer, but I don’t know if they rushed in pursuit or not. I dialed the phone of "Bezopasnik" Fedor for further orders. Sasha reports how he made his way to the building, how he found the electrical wiring and cut it, when he overheard the voices from the audience that things were bad.
“It's all Masha,” he says, pointing to the girl at the wheel. “As soon as you left, she convinced me to come after you.” And remember the address.
“I felt trouble,” Masha admitted excitedly, and I admire her fine-looking profile.She always knew when I felt bad.
I did not know much, I confess to myself. In half an hour we are met by a jeep with my guard and Fedor. Masha and Sasha brought me to the right place, and we get out of the car. The deed is done, and this couple reports that it is time for them.
“I owe you the tomb of life,” I sincerely thank you and shake hands with the guy. “Still, Sasha,” I appeal to the groom, “can I have a few words with Masha in private?”
- Ok, Vladislav Alexandrovich, but just do not try to take it away from me. I will not give it back, - with a smile, but Sasha decisively answers. I just have to smile at him with eyes.
Masha and I are tete-a-tete, and the experienced jitter gives way to warmth.
“I was an idiot that I lost you,” I confess with sadness, “I did not understand anything.”
“It's never too late to understand,” she says softly and takes my hand in hers. - Just take care of what you have. Then you will find your happiness again.
Masha kisses me on the cheek and leaves. Leaves saved, but broken to smithereens.
“We're going, Vladislav Alexandrovich,” suggests Fyodor. - And this "devil" is now engaged.
But I already indifferent Chertkov, Christina, business. Anger is tearing my head off. Who was it all necessary ?! Why did I want to change fate? Everything is empty around, if there is no it ...
I tear down my jacket and throw it in the hearts. An unread letter falls out of the side pocket. I lift it and open the envelope. What I find plunges me into shock. Three unfortunate photographs - with Kristina, Yana and Vera - those that I once printed out in exchange for the cut photo with Masha ... In these pictures I am next to girls who are absolutely strangers to me. Sex by itself never made a man and a woman close, and in pursuit of money and status you lose the price of love. I desperately tear pictures into shreds ...
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... and feel a slight touch on the cheek. I lift my head, tearing it away from the kitchen table, and I see Masha leaning over me beside me. Our little kitchen and my wife. The feeling of annoyance is replaced by a rush of joyous amazement.
“I slept at the table until dawn,” she states reproachfully. - And I fell asleep earlier and did not put you on the bed. Sorry.
And not a word about yesterday's quarrel. I greedily grab the hand of the car and pull it to me.
- This is you forgive me, swallow. I told you yesterday ...
- I will go to fitness to lose weight - my wife assures me and strokes my cheek. How I missed her.
“Not necessarily,” I say, and I hug Masha. She clings to my chest, and I’m anxiously looking for something on the table, but I don’t find it. The gaze falls on the bin in the corner, and I see them there. Photos torn to shreds are carefully thrown to where they belong. Flying away takes away the remnants of my parallel fate.
After a while we have breakfast, but I am in no hurry to work. I want to be with my wife, and I don't care even if I get fired for absenteeism. Then the mobile phone rings, and I hear the voice of the assistant to the president of the company. Official tone Yana reports.
- Vlad, I connect you with Igor Petrovich Sokolov.
I was stunned. The president of the company calls in person.
- Good morning, Vlad. I studied your e-mail yesterday's message about asset valuation manipulation and stock price assumptions. Thanks, good work.
- I tried, Igor Petrovich, - all that remains is to answer me.
- I am waiting for you at twelve with considerations of resolving the situation. And at the same time I inform you that from today we have a vacancy of the financial director. We have something to talk about, son.
And the supreme boss hangs up. I hug Masha again, grab her in my arms and carry her to the family bed. There is still time before noon.
“I lost you in my past life,” I confess to my wife.
- What is past life? Vlad, you are crazy, - Masha laughs.
- Yes, I'm crazy because I love you madly.
And I throw my wife back in bed ...
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Thank you, colleague!). The meaning of the story you gave exactly). Faith, no, could not).
Successes to you in creativity, which is certainly already so successful!).
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Reunion, I am sure, many would like to return, lost by stupidity, a pity, but life is not a game and there are no saves here. Great story! Makes you think before looking for easy ways.
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Thank you dear)
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Brilliantly! I liked everything. And the end - just like felt my desires))))
THANK!
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It felt, the Queen!))
Thank!
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Somehow I missed the first part, a big omission on my part :) In general, I missed my job this morning, read it ... Thanks for the story. Interesting and with meaning. All it is, the usual mistake of many people, men and women - the inability to appreciate what they have. Well, another thought was born after reading. Dear wives master anal, sometimes it helps to strengthen the relationship :)
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Exactly, exactly, Marina.
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Thank you, Marinochka!)
The meaning of the story is simple. But if everything was so simple ...)))
And I wish you to return soon to the site in its truly excellent quality!). I am sure that many were waiting.
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In-in, right from this minute and start. And strictly punish your acquaintances and acquaintances with your acquaintances so that, without delaying them later, they begin to master this vital process. For the delay of death is like.
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Marina, could you elaborate in more detail: where does anal come from?
I think that the chances of solving the presented family problem with anal sex are negligible.))
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Super! Part 2 did not disappoint. Keep it up, wonderful ending. Thank. +10
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Roksolanochka, ku-ku!))
You interrupted me, just reading about Andryusha and his neighbor).
Thank!
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Oh, sorry)) Do not get distracted, please :)
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Great story. A good movie can happen. And ... Marinina words. yes wives in the ears!))
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Thank you, dear, for a good review).
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And there was a Hollywood film about how the guy who missed in reality, in a dream, hit the ball in a crucial baseball game, instantly becomes love and popularity, and that changes his life ... and this does not end with anything good. Unfortunately, I forgot the name - I would reconsider it with pleasure.
Essentially - it is very pleasant to read, both because of the literate Russian language, and because of the obvious presence of the author’s brains - and the corresponding plot. Many thanks, keep it up !!!
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Great story! Without too much lust, a great plot and ending.
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Above the plot and tried!)
Thanks for reading.
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10!!! +++
Suddenly! With a singer. I am a sinful business thought that his wife will be, and she is his mistress)))
And with the secretary, and Vlad immediately took off on Olympus)))
But still looking for my love from a past life. Fortunately, it was a dream or infernal reality. Devilish things.Damn it does not sleep! I decided to show what would happen if? But I had to bring everything back to square in order not to destroy the universe.
In short, a thriller with erotic elements was a success !!!
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Thank you, buddy Jura!)). No, Vera did not make a wife, regretted the main character).
You also have good stories!).
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Yes! For sure! Sorry. She would have pulled all the veins out of him. The love of art above the male. and all methods for achieving your goal are good. Not all are ... But many)))
Sailed, almost drowned. It is hard to be a spark in the rays of the crown of the Queen. Or by definition of status: “- And is this a stock bastard? - Yes, hell knows. Like a husband, and maybe a lover ... "))))
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Awesome story! Like all this author! Once I asked him to write a story for me and he did it! ;-) Federer you are one of the best authors on this site. I am pleased to read your stories and watch to not miss a new one. And you know what else would really like? And what should sometimes be from time to time? Bad ending! Sad sad end! Already full of happy endings. Happy ends are already fed up. I really get dragged from stories, novels, and finally films - with a bad ending. It has its own buzz, its own charm and charm. Realism! You are the only author on the site whose stories have twisted unusual plots ala thriller. This is your trick) and it would be very cool if your wonderful stories sometimes ended sadly, tragically. And this would be another plus - the reader, reading the story and worrying, would not know in advance exactly how it would end - good or bad)
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Thank you, Oberin, for not forgetting).
A sad end is needed, say? ... Oh, oh, oh ... (As our reader does not like them. How many readers, so many expectations). I want to please, if not all, then at least the majority.
There will be a sad end ahead, I promise. Under each idea its completion.
Good luck!))
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Well, what, well, well done, I did. One feels that I have not regretted either strength or time.
And you know, read with sad thoughts. Why? Because I did not recognize my compatriots. Maybe it is not they who wander along parallel lives, but I am from parallel? How to know?
I wish you to be the prize-winners of the month.
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Thank you, Marrying)).
What could, what could ...
And what's sad about that? You can have a parallel life, as long as it was cool.)))
Successes, dear Critic!)
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A touching story, I received moral pleasure, thank you, a talented person
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Thank you for your feedback and for reading to the end!))
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BRAVO!
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Thank!)
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Chic story. 10 +++ of course. And each following story makes me a fan of your creativity. Thanks for the extraordinary stories and lively description.
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Thank you, colleague).
And you success in creation.
Especially since everything works out for you) ...
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Shaw say here ... Roared at the end like the last housewife)))
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From what?)
Sulked the same happy ending!))
Thanks for reading!
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I read it, I like it, thanks for the instructive story, I drew it
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Thank you for reading).
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Very interesting story, read in one breath. Thanks to the author!
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I hope future stories will not disappoint you).
Thank.
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Gorgeous! No, really - just great! You would write books of higher content, rather than similar stories (do not take offense, this is not a criticism). Thank! Such a semantic load with a competent presentation is not often seen.Good luck, author!
P. S. I went to the site to “cheer up base feelings” not in the physical plane, but after reading such a story, I don’t want to do it at all or even search for materials of an untied character.
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Thank you, dear.
Glad you liked it)
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This is amazing. I'm not reading your first story anymore, but this one has directly hooked something inside.
You do not need erotic stories, but classic stories or even novels to write - not every fiction book evokes such feelings.
Solid 10
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