1. Two weeks in his hometown. Part 1
  2. Two weeks in his hometown. Part 2
  3. Two weeks in his hometown. Part 3
  4. Two weeks in his hometown. Part 4
  5. Two weeks in his hometown. Part 5
  6. Two weeks in his hometown. Part 6
  7. Two weeks in his hometown. Part 7
  8. Two weeks in his hometown. Part 9
  9. Two weeks in his hometown. Part 10: Final

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ANNA. PROSTITUTE - "WIFE" - A FRIEND.

Two weeks of stay in his hometown almost came to an end, it was Friday (and on Sunday I was leaving). And I set out to at least today hold an intimate meeting with Anna. I saw her before several times during this time, we met in a cafe, walked the streets, visited a concert, visited an exhibition, discussed new novels from thick magazines, but somehow it was impossible to make love. Understanding how much Anna differs from all the prostitutes I had seen before, and how much she became close to me in spirit, I subconsciously did not want a banal seclusion in a hotel or apartment, but I wanted our intimate meeting to be no longer in the format “client is a prostitute ", And" friend - friend "was also memorable.

A good idea was the story of Marina, in which she pretended to be the wife of her friend and they had a group sex with a married couple. Anna gladly accepted this idea, especially since I knew before that that she and her friends did not shy away from meetings in such a format, but once again confirmed her heterosexuality and the absence of any intimate contact with a woman.

And on Friday, in the late afternoon, we sat down with her in an Internet cafe with a single computer, created a steam bath with a search for group sex with a pair of M + F, and waited for the fish to swallow the bait. I will not bore readers with a long list of those who did not fit us and who did not fit us, because not only did we deny those “particularly cunning” men who wanted without their couple, citing her departure or sudden illness, to meet with us MZHM, and then they vowed that they would surely bring a wife to the next meeting, but those couples, one or both of the partners in which they were bisexual, were denied us, or specific today's evening did not suit them.

At about 20 hours the search was a success. Young (compared to us, we are a little over 40, and they are about 30) spouses Tolik and Asya (I will call them so, the names are conditional), but with a solid family experience for their age (at least 9 years old, since their eldest child , as we later learned, was 8 years old) first entered into a virtual correspondence with us, clarified, as I understand it, the most exciting questions:

- Are we really spouses?

- are both really heterosexual;

- whether we can really meet exactly tonight;

then asked for a phone number and Asya called me. They greeted each other, exchanged typical courtesies, then I gave Anna the phone, so that they immediately understood that I was not alone in searching for divorce from a couple for group sex, they also chirped there for some time, in general, the following agreement was reached.

As you remember, my apartment was rented by the end of the week, and Anna and I considered this a big plus, considering that for vacillating couples, especially those who decide on their first such attempt, a separate apartment would be a better option than a hotel. In general, this was the case; all the rest of our interlocutors did not object at all to come to us, but they did not reach an agreement on a meeting for completely different reasons. Tolik and Asya would also theoretically not mind coming to us, but they had no one to leave the children with, especially the younger one, who was not even three years old. Therefore, they invited us to their place, but later, at 10-10.30-11pm, when the children were already asleep.

From the good of good not looking! We did not continue to look at messages from other profiles, which over time became more and more. Having handed over the reins of government with our route into the hands of Anna, as more experienced in the matter of group sex, our trajectory after leaving the Internet cafe was this. First we had dinner at a cafe next to my apartment (“they don’t have to feed us, and if they set the table, they would not look good at food, as if they ran away from the hungry edges”, Anna explained, ” it’s very good that we go to visit them, and they don’t come here, because a woman will very accurately figure out that a single man lives here, and not husband and wife ”). At the insistence of Anna, she took a shower, conducted all the necessary hygienic procedures (“they have sleeping little children at home, the less we make noise, especially in an unfamiliar bathroom, the better”). Having entered the role of spouses with 15 years of experience, they entered and went to the bathroom when the other there was taking a shower. But the maximum I sucked her breasts a little, caressing his hand between his legs; and she, in the opposite situation, when I, with my eyes shut, with soap and shampoo on my head, stood under water jets, took my dick in my mouth, and made several swallowing movements. But when she saw how the goose lifts her head, she immediately pulled away and lightly slapped her thigh: “Uh, no, don't get carried away, not now!”

Anna was almost finished applying makeup when, at the beginning of the eleventh, a call came from Asi:

- Hello again, DD! - By the way, right up to the beginning of the intimate process, and after it, too, Asya addressed me to “you”, which was also amusing: sex is not a reason for familiarity. - How are you doing, what are you doing? Have not changed your mind yet?

- Good evening, Asya! We are preparing to go on a visit. Have you changed your mind?

“No, welcome,” and dictated her address.

They called a taxi, we were already approaching the right place, I want to call what is in place, go out, meet, Anna lets me know, so as not to hurry. “Let's go to the store, buy something, it’s inconvenient to visit empty-handed” - quite reasonably, I myself thought so, but I wanted to clarify what they prefer, beer or vodka, champagne or wine. Bought a big box of chocolates and two sets for children. Coming out of the store, which was on the first floor of their house, already calling, saying that we are here. We stand and wait a few minutes, we make fun, but what if they saw us from above and decided that they didn’t like us, because there was no exchange of photos.

But young people are coming to us. Tall and solid Shreds, and next to him a short stature, a little plump sweet Asya. Anna whispers to me softly: “Pay attention to what tactful people. It was just the two of us who didn’t even think that a man was alone. ”Asya sees a package in my hands, slightly pushes her husband with an elbow, he greets us and immediately goes to the store:“ I’ll wait a minute for me. ” Women chatting enthusiastically, about the store and the area, about the prices for taxis and food, I smile in silence, looking from one to the other. Shreds come out with a voluminous package, and we go to their home.

Asya sets the table, Anna helps her. Tolik and I sit in the living room, look at the TV screen, have a power talk about sports and politics, near and far countries, children and parents. Then the same formal conversation is already the four of us at the table, we sit next to Anna at the long side of the rectangular table, Tolik at the short side closer to Anna, and Asya to me. The transition to intimate conversations somehow fails. I think, maybe they will turn off the lights, turn on the music, start the slow dancing, will the transition happen? But also not yet. A couple of times they go out together, whispering about something in the kitchen, Anna and I exchange understanding smiles, it is pretty clear that they find out if they liked us and whether there will be sex.

Well, it's time to start. I begin to stroke Asa’s hand, which lies on the table, next to her plate. She does not flinch, does not remove her hand, she also tries not to show her attitude with facial expressions, only slightly smiles at the corners of her lips, not looking at me, and blushes.I stroke the brush first, then rise to the elbow and forearm. I catch with my side vision that Tolik stuck his hand under the table, pulled the hem up to Anna and stroked her thigh. Unlike shy Asi, Anna encouragingly smiles Tolik, looking him straight in the eye.

When the tips of my fingers, having passed the way from the shoulder through the neck, touched Asya's face, she gets up and says: “Let's go.” It turns out that they have a three-room apartment, but I thought we would have sex in the living room. There is another door between the kitchen and the nursery, it is their ...

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