The next day I woke up much earlier than I usually do on days off from work. And, as I fell asleep excited, I woke up. The morning erection made the dream give way to a half-naked one, and I habitually shoved my hand over the bed, searching for Christine, who could help solve this problem. When Christina was not detected, the brain became tense and reminded me that she was no longer my assistant, but at the same time all the events of the previous night. I finally woke up, sharply opening my eyes. Again I felt a desire to “blow off steam”, but, not allowing myself to do this, I got out of bed and went to the chair on which, as always on weekends, there were shorts and a T-shirt, which I pulled on.

7 years ago, intending to enroll myself in slavery, with a merry name mortgage, I meticulously checked not only the reputation of developers and real estate prices, but also the prospects for the development of areas as a whole. And although realtors vied to offer to settle in a "young, promising area, at a very attractive price," just the prospects in them were not noticeable. “How then to park in these anthills?” I asked myself, looking at Parnassus, Devyatkino and other new areas, “Where can I get a break from their hustle and bustle?” In recreation areas with treadmills, playgrounds and stadiums that were painted in the colorful advertising booklets, I didn’t really believe, because I knew that every centimeter that can be built up would be built up. Life proved me right, but it was neither hot nor cold for me, because every weekend I went for a morning jog in a completely different area, which was never considered promising, and therefore the rallies did not threaten him, which allowed me to hope for many more kilometers. in a cozy park at your side.

I started running at the age of 17 just for myself, and having achieved some success in a couple of years, I began to participate in the White Nights competitions and so on. In recent years, I only ran on weekends, as on weekdays it was commonplace to be too lazy to get up an hour earlier, so I did compete only with myself (using the program on the phone it was quite an exciting activity), mostly enjoying the minutes alone with myself, listening to music and flying away from all the problems. But now the thoughts of night acquaintances were interrupted in my head not only by the calm voice of Alexander Vasilyev, but even by the snarling guitar of Billy Gibbons. What are they doing now? They are sleeping, probably, because in the state in which I left them yesterday, they hardly chastely hugged and went to bed. Ready to bet that as soon as they were left alone, Oleg pounced on his wife and frantically fought her, winding hair on his fist and calling her a wet bitch, or something like that, and she wondered about him, ending and leaving traces of nails on his back. Then, of course, they assured each other that it was just entertainment and they still had everything, but later, lying in the dark, they both thought about what a new acquaintance could bring them. By the way! Before going to bed, they had to send me their innermost fantasies in avi format! I forgot about this moment right away, but now, much interested in what I can see there, I trotted to the house, without even going to the second five-kilometer circle.

Despite my curiosity, on coming home, I first went into the shower and had a good breakfast with bachelor eggs and sandwiches with fresh juice, deciding to leave for a sweet analysis of the depraved fantasies of the spouses. Fresh and full of vitality, I turned on the computer, went to my page, and saw not even two, but four messages from poshlaya parochka.These messages were sent 20 minutes after our nightly conversation, with an interval of 2-3 minutes: the first was text and only announced the 3 attached following the video. Oleg wrote: “These videos are the best of what we found in haste. First, how we imagine the process, and then, what turns me on Aliska more. We are not ready to try everything at once, but something touches in these videos) "

Well, we'll see. On the first video, it took me 40 seconds, although its duration was 9 minutes. MZHM guys were pretty simple, which resulted in a video, hundreds of which can be found on the web on this request: a couple of men first stroke their partner, then gradually the heroes go over to a double blowjob, and this ends with the fact that the girl is strung from two sides on the members, like a lamb on a spit. Knowing all the plot turns after a few seconds of viewing, I squandered it to the end and made sure that I was right. It was much more interesting to compare the following 2 videos with each other, and accordingly, the views of the beloved on the topic of sexwife. If, in Oleg's video, the husband was shooting his wife, passionately surrendering to the bloated guy, and in the final, having fucked her plowed holes, received a blowjob from her unfaithful spouse, then Alice was drawn more to the topic of Cuckold.

In her version, the husband not only stayed away during the entire video clip, but also turned out to be dressed in a man’s belt of fidelity, and all of his involvement in sex was reduced to what he watched frowningly, his wife ends up not getting no discharge. Comparing these videos with the story of how the guys thought of MZHM, I realized that, despite the de jure expansion of sex horizons proposed by Oleg, Alisa was de facto somewhat perverted than her husband, gave a message to these experiments, “settled the idea in his brain” , as the hero would say DiCaprio in the famous movie about a dream inside a dream inside a dream. An interesting fact that favorably distinguishes this couple from many others, in which the husband satisfies his dreams with the help of his wife, who is neither hot nor cold from adultery, which goes for it, in order to maintain relations with the person looking at her as a sex toy.

The fact was so interesting that I didn’t want to postpone full-time acquaintance for an indefinite period, during which they could “burn out” and completely refuse to meet. Looking out the window and then at the clock, I remembered that I was going to visit the Norwegian rope park last summer, but I never got there. “There is a lot of work, a park 50 km from the city, more than an hour to get there,” is the usual set of excuses. But today ... How wonderful the weather is, I already tried out on a run, the time of the car (the clock showed 10:36), and the desire to talk live with Oleg and Alice, or rather Alice and Oleg, provoked active actions. I don’t really like to hold first dates in a cafe, but this custom has been rooted in the swing since ancient times, and with most couples, communication began in this way. But either because I did not drink, or because the gatherings do not imply any active actions, but only a conversation, it seemed to me, despite the pleasant communication with interlocutors, it seemed that we all chew on one thought over and over again - soon we will have sex in three .

Usually, after that we really had sex, and if the couple were interested in long-term relationships, then the following dates were different. I am absolutely sure that in one trip with tents, a walk on a bicycle or even a car trip you can learn more about people than during 5 meetings in a cafe. But the custom about which is said above and the reasonable unwillingness of the couple to go no one knows where to, forced to drink coffee and conduct small talk. In our case, pleasant virtual communication and inexperience of young spouses, pliable as warm clay from which you could skillfully smelt anything, let us hope that it would turn out to go away from the pattern and combine the pleasant with the very pleasant. “At the same time, I find out how“ easy they are ”,” I thought, typing a message:

- "Hello friends! Yesterday you wrote down my number, but I don’t have yours) Alice will dial when you wake up. ”

They were not online, and I did not expect a quick response, so I was surprised when I didn’t have time to return from the toilet, I felt the phone vibrated in my pocket. The number was not recorded in the contacts, so I answered the call rather formally:

- "Listen to you".

- “Vladislav?” - an uncertain voice, belonging to a sexy brown-eyed baby, sounded in my phone.

- “Yes, this is Vladislav, ...