1. Wife "tanker." Part 1
  2. Wife "tanker." Part 2

He had an unusual name - Julius. The phone immediately became Julia. "Worked" as my personal driver, of necessity. Called him rarely. But in my DR my “tanker” forgot about me at all about this, I burst into tears, took the child and went to my parents, called Julius, invited me for my birthday in a cafe.

Julia has become a vest for my tears. Just a giant bouquet of scarlet roses and a crazy gift in the form of a set of expensive underwear.

Passion as if waiting for this moment, everything started spinning wildly, I also dressed in this luxurious black lace dress over my naked body, from my sight both of them just blew my head, desires were beyond ... I was ready for anything ... waiter wisely offered a free director's office ...

Sex was unforgettable, white cream was applied to the bodies, my breasts were covered in pink ice cream, and the most desirable organs were in red cream ... such excitement began ... he continually whispered: "You are my Aphrodite ..."

The sea of ​​tender touches, felt like an incredibly beloved woman, I wanted to enjoy the aroma from such a bouquet of feelings and desires ...

Then Julius unexpectedly disappeared for a fortnight. Replaced SIM. Through a friend I accidentally found out, my partner - from the breed of "women workers - collectors." Collects a collection of women for his member. All the while she remembered about him, finally, materialized, began to be perceived quite differently, in the brain gave the status of a "boyfriend."

He chatted animatedly about the gerfrend collection as he puts them to bed, then just throws it. Discovered himself as Don Juan.

Professional sex began again, passionate "frivolous" meetings, and everything, everything, everything ...

Threw up bobla. He attracted his friends, they went crazy for me and it flattered him, but at the same time it strained me, the beginning orgies quickly left, without “treating” them with themselves.

The sex ranger drew for two or three days and again abruptly "dissolved." I have not seen the “organizers” of the orgies for a long time, in which he was just a genius, but she came up with her head, this is not my berry field, it was simply not created for the family.

Julia was terribly indignant if she called this female name and that he was only half the hero of my fairy tale, far from ideal, because sooner or later he would like to try sodomy and never have a family, although he is already thirty years old. He was always afraid of serious connections, he dreamed of fluttering irresponsibly, but I looked at it through my fingers ... I was still afraid of children in panic.

Soul hurts when I remember how, on a par with him, a womanizer, I played the feelings of a false whore. In the rare meeting looked at his pale, probably from the pills, the person and carried:

“You, as in the play, fall on me in an unexpected rain, do not yawn, come to the boulevard, I will be glad to show my scarlet flower” and further your nonsense.

Obviously, Julia was very offended that I didn’t rush at my lover with tears and didn’t pray that I would forgive and not leave what the fools were doing to him. Julia professionally enveloped such charmingly sticky and pleasant noodles of their ears.

Once he had a call to his phone from the girl, he took my phone away from me, although I begged him to answer. I felt sorry for the poor girl, knowing what it means to be thrown, then I saw out of the window how she painted a car with a felt-tip pen ... finally, she drew her heart anyway ... I cried.

Alarms howled, Julia was silent. He hated "sticking."

Year without meeting. Once a quarter, we exchange SMS messages and dissolve again.

* * *

- On what occasion my chest?

- Suck your nipples!

- Very exciting, you have to unbutton your bra, you're passionate!

- My mouth is already dry with passion!

- Hide, please, your sucking instincts.

- You can not forget the goddess! Save my soul!

- Soul? Remember the soul?

- Yes, I have a soul and a body, I dream to cuddle up to your chest, you have not seen for a hundred years, still, it's divine?

- When will you cuddle up?

- Saw a dream.Your nobility kissed my cheek and disappeared ...

- The best is not worthy ...

- That's for sure...

* * *

“Suffering, but not dating, Don Juan ...”

- I suffer to the point of exhaustion, but I cannot meet ...

- You remember only as a sexy little thing, a year will soon pass, how do you suddenly appear to fuck me on the phone ...?

- Well, I am not against sex, but you are divine, I will always remember ...

* * *

- I am pleased, we correspond, all the same friends.

- I want you to pile on the gross truth. Fell off?

- Come on, the trash can is already opened.

- How long will you fuck my brains again? You, almost like a street cat, ate, and immediately run to the garbage. We - love alcoholics, ... then booze, then collecting bottles of memories ...

“Have you missed me so rudely?” I want you always ... ass sweet ...

- I miss you too, but where is your ass? Are you already gay?

- Well, I ... just said so ...

“Maybe break our connection?” Are you interested in the ass?

- You are cool, you are passion, it covers me from you, I have no such other women ...

- So what stops you?

The connection was lost...

Show off, damn it ... It will disappear again.

I can not imagine what the reason for this behavior? Wounded pride?

Show me that aunts dry on it?

Maybe, he understands, he became weak on women, he is afraid of losing self-control, and therefore he is hiding ... Because he does not lie to me?

When Julius gets in touch, a scandal begins in the family, the spouse gets annoyed, probably feels that something is wrong. Then also suddenly disappears.

* * *

I saw a dream: Julia is sinking, I run up, stretch my hand, he refuses to take it, and says: “Otherwise, you will perish, and I love you ...”

I woke up in a cold sweat ... What a mess I am! He loves me and therefore does not let me ... Is it really ... scary to even think ... and I ...

2 comments
  • November 29, 2015 16:45

    The second story somehow failed. Better continue on the first story.

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  • Midnight (a guest)
    December 2, 2015 0:49

    the first story, something like “cry-soul”, yes, for tankers !!!
    The second story is more like life.
    The author probably takes a text from life. It is painfully a lot of "real", unlike many stories here ...
    About her husband, about tanks, endless job search ...
    Julia half a year and calls through the quarter, where fuck through the pipe ...
    In fact, “her dreams (subconscious)“ she is told that it is “he” who does not want to be with her, and she reaches out to him, extending her hand in whatever he was in shit.
    But she has a daughter and only it has a meaning ...

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