The movements became faster, the girls' moans did not stop and gradually Sergey’s heavy breathing was added to them. His gaze turned in the direction of Stepan, and he shook his head. Okay - to fuck, but to end up inside the prerogative of only the owner. Sergey understood and at the last moment took the girl off his penis. She immediately did not understand anything, and at that moment the first jet of sperm hit her chin, the rest fell on her chest, stomach and began to flow down.

“Uppercut with sperm,” Aygul laughed and the whole company supported her in this laugh. She went to the shower, leaving on the floor a drop of sperm that had time to drain from her perfect body.

After that, until the end of the evening, Aigul sat on Stepan’s lap. Her mood rose, once she got up and said:

- And I can dance belly dance.

“So why don't you dance him yet?” Guests bored. Run to the dance. - said Stepan. In this case, slightly, but very loudly slapped her on the bare buttock, which caused a smile from his guests. Sayid's heart ached: now Aygül, his beloved little wife will entertain some dorks with his belly dance. But the most severe pain was caused to him by what she does of her own will, moreover, from her own initiative ...

The girl ran into the bedroom, changed clothes accordingly, put on the best jewelry and went into the hall. All already whistled. Aigul took the disc prepared for such a dance and inserted it into the player. Fast Arabic music played, the skin of the girl on her stomach began to move to the beat of this music. Her movements around the hall were so smooth that no one could take her eyes off her.

Still, the evening (albeit deep into the night) ends, and it's time to go to bed. Stepan asked Aygul to attach the guys for the night. Do not stomp them home in the middle of the night ... She laid out a sofa in the hall, and Sayid's cot was moved to the kitchen.

The very same with Stepan settled down in the bedroom on the matrimonial bed. They lay down without even hiding and this picture could not be seen enough: the peasant was covered with scars, lying on his back, to his left, on his right side, was a beautiful girl with smooth skin, long black hair and slightly raised upper lip. She laid her head on his chest, left hand on his stomach, bending her left leg at the knee and hugging her host's hips. From the fact that she was lying on the right side, the difference between the waist and the ass on the left side doubled. Her breasts slightly flattened out and looked like round thick pancakes. Stepan's left hand fell on her right buttock and fell slightly into it. On Aygul's face, pleasure and gratitude were read. In short, it was impossible to look at it indifferently, especially if one considers that they were lying on the matrimonial bed, and her husband turned the room across the room in the kitchen, on the cot, and could not sleep at all.

As for Said, one can say that for the whole evening nobody paid attention to him at all. The guys, though criminals, but not the riders, they just wanted to relax for the soul and the cuckold nobody touched ...

Stepan treated Aygul both as a master and as a lover at the same time. The only difference was that he stopped kissing her. Well, your dick - one thing, but a stranger, albeit a friend, in the mouth of a girl - is quite another.

A week later, Aygul got worried: there was a delay in her monthly periods. She ran to the pharmacy, bought a pregnancy test, and ... the result is POSITIVE! For complete conviction, she went to the gynecologist, who confirmed her flying. This event caused her double feelings: on the one hand, spontaneity, surprise, she was not ready for such news and did not plan to have a child. On the other hand, she understood that the most complete happiness of a woman is in motherhood and was a little glad.And the fact that the flight is not from her husband - she did not care much. She reported this news to Stepan and, to her surprise, saw joy on his face. Then, that evening, in the presence of her lover, she decided to “rejoice” Said.

- You know, dear, - she turned to her husband, - you will soon become a dad, hee-hee. From these words, he had a lump in his throat stuck and, which is very strange, he was so excited that he finished even without an erection ...

Said tried to talk to his wife, to determine everything. But he could not catch an opportunity: she was either at work, or at Stepan, or at home, but Stepan was near. Once, when Stepan was in the shower, he nevertheless decided to talk to his wife.

- Aygul, my dear! Maybe let's get divorced.

- You are welcome! You're free, you can roll on all four sides.

- From your apartment? - Said's jaw dropped.

- And who said she is yours? Show documents? - Aygud herself was amazed at her arrogance.

At this time, Stepan came out of the shower. Aygul gave him a conversation with her husband. Stepan immediately realized what the point was and cooled the ardor of the Caucasian:

- So, Dad! If at least one hair falls from this lovely head, I will arrange such a life for you that you will pray to Allah for the end of your days. And now, as a punishment, you have been forbidden to touch her even for a whole month. In short: either you are behaving in a way that is appropriate for you, or I will arrange for you to spit on an apartment and run away, wherever you look.

Since then, Aygül has not been left alone for a minute. Stepan took her from work or asked someone from her friends.

Said rushed to the lawyer. He listened to him and spoke:

- Yes, the case is the hardest, the risk was not justified. You did not take into account that there is a different mentality here than in the Caucasus. Your chances are almost nil. It is necessary to prove that the money for an apartment was earned by you, and you did not pay sales taxes on the market. Nowhere are they counted. Prove and rewrite the apartment on yourself can not.

Said did not want to live kukoldom. But I wanted to give a home for the comfort of my wife with a rude Russian peasant, a criminal, even less. Therefore, he decided to stay and continue to wear the “clothes” of the kukolda. Moreover, he still had a hope that they would go wrong and his wife would return to him ...

At the same time, Said recalled how he rejoiced when Marina Marina from Saratov reviled and how she whispered to him in bed that while he was with her and another 2 weeks after his departure, she did not let her husband to her, inventing all sorts of excuses. This flattered his vanity and gave rise to a sense of superiority. And then he realized that the situation had returned to him like a boomerang in the image of Aygul and Stepan.

Aigul's behavior changed towards emancipation: she began to wear a “whim” haircut, jeans with torn holes, and she really liked it. And then it dawned on her that the puritan upbringing of Islamic girls is not related to Allah (this is an excuse), but to be the property of their husbands, who lead a lifestyle far from the Koran. But for some reason, she somehow liked being Stepan’s property.

At work, she also became not ashamed of using profanity; she was already behaving on a par with other women in various corporate festivals and simply girls at night. When asked if she would drink, she answered sharply: “Pour it!” Even Sonya came up to her once, hugged her and said:

- Well, friend, you are already completely "our"!

True, with respect to dancing and talking with men, her position remained the same. But for a different reason. Once, at a corporate party, a cheerful guy came up to her, already drunk, and invited her to a dance. Her rubies took on a deadly look, Aygül took out her phone and said:

- Do you want the butcher to come now and spread rams to you that you didn’t go there?

The guy immediately sobered up and retreated. The Butcher drove Stepan, which he received in one of the fierce fights, when his rival broke off the meat in pieces - the blow from Stepan was iron. The town is small and everyone knew it. So after these words, Aygul nobody dared to even let go of the compliment.

And the girl, the more a neighbor treated her as property, the more attached to him.

At the appointed time, her labor pains began, and a new life was born. Husband met her in the hospital. Said was given to hold the child purely symbolically, even sfotkali at this moment. But the joy on his face could not be found.

Stepan approached him, took the child, handed him to the sidekicks and shook Said’s hand:

- Well, Dad, congratulations. You once again became the father ... gee-gee. And now I will go to congratulate your wife, she deserves more congratulations ... and winked at the cuckold.