“So you're always staring at women’s asses when you go upstairs?”

- Well yes. What's wrong with that? All men do it!

- So my elastic ass is not enough for you?

- No. Why do you say this, and how can you compare? After all, I can touch you, and here I can only stare. Is it possible to condemn for one glance?

- Well, you insolent! You walk beside your wife and shamelessly stare at a thick ass in front of a walking girl! And still offended that I condemn him!

- Dear quiet, we are in the institution! And nothing she is not fat, everything in moderation.

- Well, yes, I’m not already arranging you with this ass, you don’t look at me like that!
- Well, listen, honey, how can I look at you, if you walk next to me, now if you walked five steps ahead ...

- When I walk five steps ahead, I will not be your wife anymore!

- ... but then you could please with your elastic ass some guy walking behind us (she turned around to check for a moment that there really isn’t any guy who stared at her buttocks with hungry eyes).

- Well, you know, and you so calmly talk about it?

- All men do it, everyone likes to look at beautiful girls, especially sexy!

- Well, you and the dog! I did not know what you are!

- What are you talking about? You are my favorite woman, my wife, I am full of love, tenderness and loyalty to you. But what's wrong is that I look at a beautiful girl passing by, because she is also pleased that her beauty has not gone unnoticed, and I like to look at the beautiful! I love pictures, fountains, nature, our city. I admire all this because it is beautiful! What is wrong if, in addition, I admire for a few seconds the beauty of a woman passing by?

- No, of course you are right, there is nothing bad in it, but these are DIFFERENT things!

- Of course they are different, but united by a single beginning - beauty! You see, well, it's about how to love bread and sausage at the same time ... well, or theater and opera ... well, or, for example, I like detectives and comedies ... I really should not make a choice only in favor of one of my own interest!

- Comedy talking? I'll arrange a melodrama with a fatal outcome at home! Turn, take out bye, and I want to go to the toilet!

Having taken a turn, a man of eight, I leaned against the wall and was left alone with my thoughts. That's how it always happens, all disputes with my wife do not lead to anything good! You try to be frank, to convey to her your opinion, your point of view, and it turns out that you are also the last with your truth.
A pretty girl passed by and I was distracted from my thoughts for a moment. Low, black-haired, with cute dimples on the cheeks and bright lipstick that is very close to her face and the image chosen by her. It even seemed to me that as she passed by, she smiled at me and I followed her with a look, turning round after her.
“That's it,” I continued my thoughts, “just a beautiful girl who liked me, what was wrong, what did I look at her?” Well, should I turn away, glue my eyes or fasten the glasses of the welder, through which not a damn thing is visible? ”

- Are you extreme? - came from behind.

- Yes I! - I turned a glimpse and looked at the blonde who took my turn. She fumbled in her purse, rummaging through some kind of paper and did not pay any attention to my opinion. Naughty hair fell on his face, and huge earrings dangled in his ears - rings almost reaching to the shoulders. In general, this person was not quite in my taste: too rough facial features, large mouth, and tall growth. But given that the dark-haired stranger was already hiding in an unknown direction (annoyingly, of course, that she did not turn in the same office as me), and no one else in our line couldn’t fit my canons of contemplative beauty, I continued to study blonde to somehow pass the boring wait in line.I noted her well-groomed hands with a manicure, a couple of thin untamed ringlets, a small tattoo on her wrist, and I was about to slip on the figure with an appraising glance, like the voice of my wife behind my back (from surprise) made me wince and smeared the last, final frame.

- So, so what have you got today? Comedy, or detective? Oh oh Yes, I see here a whole action thriller with an erotic slant! So can I go? I will not spoil the sharpness of the plot?

The blonde looked at us blankly for a while, but then her mobile phone rang and she stepped aside to answer.

- The girl just took a turn on us. What did you get up to?

- Because in the equation where there are "you" and "girl", the word "just" is by no means appropriate. Nothing happens to you just like that with girls.

“I don’t have anything to do with them at all,” I was offended, and sat down in the empty seat, stared at my palms so as not to provoke either my wife or myself again.
I admit, it was enough for me for a while. At first, in the corridor, a ringing knock of pinches of studs was heard, which became closer and closer as they approached, then a lovely voice took a turn to our office, and finally, the owner of the studs stood right in front of me, filling the space around with a pleasant perfume fragrance. I gently looked from my palms to the floor, until I buried in the sharp little socks of neat black boots. Giving a quick glance at my wife (she sat on the opposite end of the bench, staring at her smartphone), I continued to study the newly arrived stranger, slowly looking up along her slim legs. I deliberately hesitated, gladly stretching the procedure. Leather boots tightly hung calves and ended below the knees, and then went chiseled, the most slender of all that I have ever seen legs, the beauty of which was emphasized by black translucent nylon tights (in winter tights for a man - like a scarlet rag for a bull!). My studying (lustful) look slid higher and higher, rising up on elastic hips (and the dress didn’t begin all) until it reached the bottom edge of the red coat, under which turned legs, with all the charms attached to them, disappeared. I mentally whistled, the coat was very short, it means the dress under it is even shorter (and maybe it is not there at all ...)! Hmm, yes, he woke up from what he saw and even wanted to play, but the recent squabbles with his wife were not allowed, so I quickly dismissed all my observations (thoughts and fantasies) and even drew my eyes to the side, no longer aggravate the relationship with his wife!

“Well, these legs are really far from mine,” she suddenly purred, very close, and I didn’t notice when my wife had time to get closer to me.

“Yes, ordinary ones like everyone else, yours are just as good,” I muttered unconvincingly.

- No, I saw, you had time to check them out, he opened his mouth, I am surprised that he didn’t drip saliva!

- Good! - I decided again to go on the offensive, speaking to the floor of the voice, - yes, indeed, the girl has very beautiful legs, she knows this, she is proud of it and she specifically dresses in such a way as to demonstrate her beauty to others. She is pleased to be shown, but it is pleasant for us to see the peasants and in the end everyone is happy!

- Aha, everyone except me ... and other wives, whose husbands are staring at Pigalits in short skirts and have the audacity to compare this with going to an art gallery!

- Well, dear, but then tell me why you - women wear short skirts, tight jeans, deep cleavage? Is it not then, to demonstrate their beauty to men? And all the men that come across in your way, and not just one and only, his beloved! So you personally do this, explain to me what motivations?

- I dress in fashion, and first of all I want to look beautiful for myself, why should I, like a lohushka walk? - I tried to justify my spouse, but I already went into a rage and was not going to give in!

- Oh, in fashion? Oh, for myself? In the cold - 15, you run in a short skirt and nylon pantyhose, ...