training, until I come, while in the shower.

- That's the point: everything is according to the schedule, according to the regulations, as if according to the instructions! Where is spontaneity? Suddenness? A moment of passion!

- What are you talking about?

- Every Tuesday and Saturday ... after a shower ... from the 20th to the 22nd ... on the bed ... you are on your back and I am on top ... and God forbid the neighbors will hear! ... This is not my dear passion and not sex! It is a SUPPORT DEBT, nothing more!

“So you don't have enough of this?” But if on other days I fail! ...

- Yes, to hell with the convention! And why not have sex in the morning and be late because of this to work? Why not do friends at a party, in the car, after the gym ...

- But in the shower ...

- To hell with the shower! I get excited from the smell of your sweat after workouts! And every time I want to pounce on you !!!

She looked like a patient and I immediately retreated:

- I knew that you would not understand! You have no spirit of adventurism!

- This is what I am not an adventurer? She suddenly realized when the meaning of my words reached her!

- What can you prove?

- Come on, maybe right here in the institution on the bench settle down? She sarcastically asked.

“They will definitely not understand us on the bench, but here we could try,” I said, looking into her eyes, and gesturing at the toilet door!

- Not! There for nothing! In insanitary conditions? No, really! Dismiss.

- I knew that you will be weak! All in all, the topic is closed! Let's go home! - And I quickly moved along the corridor to the exit, but after making a couple of steps I returned and walked past my startled wife, grunted:

- I'll leave. - and disappeared in the door of the toilet.

The room was spacious, in the waiting room was a sink and a large mirror, and in the next room were located booths. The bathroom was clean, bright, there was no unpleasant smell. I had already turned to close the door on the latch, as she opened her mouth and a self-satisfied spouse squeezed into it. While I looked at her in bewilderment, she quickly snapped the door and turned swiftly close to my lips for a kiss. It was unexpected, her hot lips, the taste of lipstick in her mouth, intermittent breathing. One arm rested against my chest. A slap came to my ears - her handbag fell to the floor, and the spouse already with her free hand crumpled a swelling member in my pants. She pressed me into the wall lined with tiles, her hands were pulling at the fastener of the belt, and her lips joined in a fierce kiss. I was shocked with excitement, someone pulled the door outside, but the spouse did not pay any attention to it. She squatted down, and deftly coping with the belt, unbuttoning a button and a zipper on my pants. I watched her actions with interest, in such a pose (squatting) her short skirt rode very high, almost to her panties, nylon pantyhose gleamed dully on strong legs, and I terribly wanted to run my hand between her legs and feel it there ... hot and wet, wetted panties juices of desire.

Meanwhile, she pulled off her unbuttoned pants, along with shorts to mid-thighs, and took a tight cock in her mouth. I even groaned with pleasure, since the blowjob to me fell quite rarely! I stood, leaning back in a cold wall, and the member then plunged into the greedy mouth of his wife, then appeared on the light, and at the same time she smacked her head with her lips. The member was all wet and glistened in the light of the lamps like a ripe berry. The spouse for a moment was distracted and looked from the bottom up straight into my eyes, trying to guess if she was doing everything correctly. I pulled her to me, and she rose from her haunches. Having kissed me on the lips, I turned her face to the sink, and, going back, squeezed her elastic breasts through the coat. She moaned and pressed her buttocks to a naked member. With shaking hands, I pulled up the narrow hem of her skirt, pulled off her pantyhose with panties to her knees, felt for a member of the cave entrance and slightly pressed into a slippery hot tunnel, pleasantly enveloping the sensitive from the excitation head.Grabbing (probably to the bruises) in her thighs, I drove a member into her tunnel and with a flimsy sound pulled (almost pulled) out. With each thrust, her thighs hit the edge of the sink against which she was leaning. I caught in the reflection of the mirror her insane lustful gaze, which said “more! deeper! still!". Wife groaned, no longer holding back, and I was approaching orgasm. Having made a couple more movements of IN-OUT, I pulled out the member, and, leaning against the sink, lowered into it a hefty portion of sperm, firing tight jets. My wife watched with interest, and then took a member in her hand and helped me squeeze out the last droplets.

There was no time for rest, the door was twitched again, and then they knocked. I turned on the water, washed the sperm from the walls of the sink, rinsed the fading member under a stream of cold water, and took out a handkerchief, dabbed the sweat from my forehead, and then wiped it and wet hands. The spouse in the meantime has pulled tights with shorts, and having corrected them has straightened a skirt.

- Could finish in me or on me ... or in the mouth.

- In the mouth? - I was surprised buttoning my fly. “But you don't let me do that.” I do not like you. We have not tried even once.

- Just think! All men do it! - she said with skill.

I just had to look at her reflection in the mirror in bewilderment, and my wife calmly tinted her lips with lipstick, smiling with some eyes with her own thoughts.