At first, on the screen, I saw only a flicker of some kind of rag and a masculine silhouette. This video sequence was accompanied by rustling, akin to what you hear when you accidentally call from your pocket, stopped after a thin female scream and a dull sound of a fall. The man sitting in front of the camera looked down and right at first, anxiously, and then smiled and I heard his restrained soft laugh. Having listened, I realized that I heard not only him, but also her.

- “That's something like that,” Oleg turned to face me and with a smirk shrugged his shoulders. - Alice stepped over me, and here you call, she began to run off and got confused in a blanket.

I understood this without him, I also appreciated the comic of the situation and therefore I sat on the armchair with a smile looking at the monitor. There was nothing to look at yet: Oleg was sitting on the edge of a double bed, covered with frivolous blue linen with the image of some toon. The laptop was most likely on his lap, and behind him was this same bed, to the right nothing was visible, and on the left there was a nightstand, on which I noticed a joint photo, which I was looking at 15 minutes ago. Judging by the fact that the curtain periodically jumped on the bedside table, on this sultry day the window was open.

- “Yes, you are a shy girl, boy!” - I said ironically. “I hope I didn't hurt anything?”

- "No, everything is fine."

“I can’t take your word for it, Oleg. Let it seem, all the more so we agreed. ”

Oleg looked to the right again, said something quietly, and then for the first time I heard the voice of his wife. He was soft and pleasant when she somehow childishly held out:

- "I look bad right now. Let's just have a chat ?! ”

“For a girl prone to obedience, you are rather capricious, Alice. But I understand you: this is unusual for you, you have never done so, etc. On the other hand, we met precisely in order to expand your horizons, so to speak. Therefore, I still insist - show. "

I spoke it with condescension and calm. I never liked to be that kind of Gaspadin, who humiliates simply on the assumption that once you communicate with the lower, then you have to order, punish, suppress, and nothing more. In this there is some kind of primitivism, a manifestation of uncertainty, in my opinion. It is much more interesting to communicate quietly, gradually weaving in the idea of ​​subordination, until one day, imperceptibly for oneself, a person does not understand that he is ready to execute any of your orders, not because of a strict look or threats, but because it is natural for your relationship. Therefore, it was necessary to show that I can insist on my own, but, so far, nothing more.

- "Get up in full post, please, and you, Oleg, turn the camera so that I look at your wife."

At Oleg, this phrase was reflected in a slight jerk and a slight confusion in his eyes, but, nevertheless, he stretched his hands to the laptop and began to turn it. My hands were shaking a little too, so I realized that I was on the right track.

The room turned out to be very modestly furnished: in addition to the armchair in the far right corner, there was only a chest of drawers with a mirror dressing table, filled with all sorts of jars, cones and boxes and a chair in front of it. Immediately in the imagination a picture was drawn, as Alice preens, bending over the mirror, before leaving the house. And if at the same time she is in a short skirt, and you are sitting in an armchair, then the picture loomed even more piquant.

But it was all a second time, since Alice herself stood in front of me. From the photo, I appreciated her height around 170 cm, but either made a mistake or the computer distorted reality a little - it seemed taller. She was wearing a simple black T-shirt and small shorts, the usual “sleeping” outfit.But even he made it possible to evaluate her breasts, which stood out a little even without a bra, slender legs, wide hips and a narrow waist. All together it made her figure look like an hourglass, which I liked very much. Her hair was loose and fell on her shoulders, and her face was very sweet, despite the lack of cosmetics on it. Her cheeks poured a small blush, but she looked into the camera, apparently trying to make out what impression she made on a new acquaintance. I approvingly lifted my thumbs up, and under the table, hidden from the eyes of my virtual interlocutors, my device began to rise in the same way approvingly.

- “You look great, in vain you talk about yourself! I see everything okay in front of you, but let's see then from behind? ”- I continued to play the role of being concerned about her fall.

Throwing a glance at her husband, and having received, apparently, approval, she slowly turned around. Judging by the fact that in the correspondence we agreed on “it will seem for 3 seconds,” and she let herself be considered all 15, and after meekly turned around, this girl had the potential of a slut. As if to prove this, Alice bent slightly, bending her torso forward, and I almost saw her buttocks. Nobody rushed me and, although it was pleasant to watch, I decided to break away from contemplation and get to know my new acquaintances better.

- “And then everything is normal. Why did you even run away from me if you show yourself so calmly now? Great posture, by the way. You're a model?"

- “Not ...”, - Alice turned around in my direction, but her husband interrupted her:

“No, I just saw a lot of similar photos on the Internet on websites, so I taught my wife to pose a bit,” Oleg said, turning the laptop over. “I was afraid, because we somehow agreed on Skype to call, like a normal guy reportedly, but there turned out to be 5 people sitting and sulking over us, and she was in a bra only ...”

- "Liked this? To you i mean

“Not very, somehow awkward,” but he answered rather unconvincingly, fussiness, the blush on his cheeks and the gleam in his eyes said that his member was now in the same position as mine, and he answered so , to show his wife that he would not give her a grudge against other uncles, although he himself knew the correct answer to my question.

“Yes, and it happens.” Well, tell me, guys, how do you live, what do you do? ”- I decided to go over to everyday issues in order to calm both myself and spouses, as well as try to understand how they came to what is called Sexwife.

They lived separately from their parents in a rented apartment, in one of the sleeping areas on the outskirts. Alice came from a small town in the Ryazan region to get a higher education in St. Petersburg. At the end of the first year of university (where she entered the paid department), fate brought her to Oleg, who was studying for an older course. She then lived in a dorm, he was with his parents, and this did not allow the young couple to be together properly. The guys made an attempt to live with Oleg's parents, but the mother of the latter did not find a common language with the provincial, thereby losing the warm relationship with her son. When Oleg realized that he could not go on like this, he went to work as an electrician, and since the guy’s hands grew from the right place, he started to earn money well. So good that after 4 months (right for his beloved's birthday) he gave her a wonderful gift: he found an apartment that he would be able to rent, and made a move. Fortunately, there was no limit to them, because now you could breathe deeply, not least sexually.

Previously, the guys had sex either fast (on the student get-together, while no one entered), or quiet (in the pose of a spoon, having bitten a pillow so as not to moan, because the parents are near). Oleg's mother was a woman full of prejudice and morality, so Alice could not even rub her boyfriend back in her soul, wear short skirts and dresses, not to mention having sex. The only sexual adventure occurred after a year of relationships, when drunk Alice, returning with her beloved guest, suddenly wanted to please him and at the entrance began to make him a blowjob.But, firstly, they were a little drunk, secondly, it was her first “approach to the projectile”, thirdly, it was Oleg’s stairwell, and it was more like schoolchildren’s ...