(So inserts on behalf of the protagonist’s wife will be indicated.)

At some point, I suddenly realized that it was impossible to continue living like this.

No, everything was fine in principle. A wife who moderately drank, the mother-in-law, who you see on holidays, but invisibly feel her presence on the periphery, work everyday life in her business, but still eats all the time, business days that were diluted with business trips and vacations a couple of times a year. You can live, but it is extremely routine.

And at some point, good luck and bad luck at the same time: they asked for business, but gave politely a large amount of compensation. Too well to be true, but it happened.

At first, it seemed: I was about to rest and start something new. But the day gave way to the day, the week - the week, and the vacation did not end there.

And at some point, after a lazy glance at the next beach, and listening to another crap from my wife that someone in the hotel looked at her wrong, although in such a hotel you could have been more polite ... head: how are you zadolbala me.

I then wanted to get up and leave, but I gasped and, out of old business habit, thought about what I wanted to get. The money was friends have not gone away, the health of heroic, the woman is beautiful, but extremely zadolbavshaya predictability and eternal chatter of the same type. It was with idle talk that I decided to start there right on the beach: I went in and out and - and tried to talk about something, and just shut up, but in two days I realized that simply talking here would not help.

Having examined my wife critically, I realized that chatter is not everything that I do not like about her. She is capricious and gradually begins to be lazy to follow her with herself ... Yes, she still shaves her armpits and prepares the bikini line for the beach season - it’s okay, but her boobs have slightly hung up, and hints about the fact that for the sake of diversity you could have shaved her pussy clean and ass pumped up - - she learned to ignore. Yes, and in itself tired of the same posture in bed and exhausted physiognomies, when I wanted sex outside her mysterious schedule.

Having decided that the morning of the evening was wiser, and until the end of the vacation a few days left, I began to prepare for the conflict. He began to argue with her more often on those occasions that did not suit me, rather harshly spoke about the next swimsuit, which in general was nothing, but was an excellent occasion to hint once again about putting myself in order. No, we did not quarrel right there at the resort, and not even immediately upon arrival, but at home, when the wife, referring to fatigue, refused to have sex, I rather harshly told her that if she did not want to move her legs, then let her open her mouth and quickly and vigorously suck so that I was satisfied.

It was a blow.

What? Yes, he completely bummed! I him now.

My wife soared up and tried to explain that she did not expect this from me and in general what kind of cattle should be, and so on and so forth. In response to this, I said that I no longer want to put up with what is happening and no longer want to live like I have been living for the past ten years.

It seemed that the cry would now stand endlessly, but I rather quickly managed to seize the initiative and strictly say that I will live as I want, and she can get out or stay on my terms. I even did not mind giving her enough money so that she could live quietly for quite a long time without any financial problems. I gave her time to think and said to send a message when she calms down and decides how she will live.

I was calm when I left, and I told my wife clearly that what’s next is just the way I say: wear what I say, do what I say, suck at me when I say, and in general, my free life is over.I knew that for her it would not be an easy choice - she was used to, that there was always money, but she herself practically didn’t work properly.

After leaving home, I decided that this evening, waiting for any of the answers that make my life better, I can afford to start improving my life now. I went to a restaurant, which was famous for the fact that in the evening women constantly hung out in it, not that it was of very easy virtue ... But obviously ready to move to the table of the one who invited, and then how it goes.

Somewhere in an hour or one and a half I was sitting with a pretty blonde who so far agreed only to drink coffee in pleasant company and did not in the least express a hint of any continuation. I also did not hurry, savoring food and wine and telling a new acquaintance, something about the countries that I visited recently. Two hours later, the phone was silent, and I finished dinner and moved with a new acquaintance at the bar to drink a cocktail. Three hours later, I was annoyed by the lack of an answer, and I decided that my wife decided to leave and simply did not bother to tell me about it. This option also suited me.

A new acquaintance was also not in a hurry to hang around my neck and I began to think how to get certainty about tonight, but at that moment a message came to the phone: “I want to talk.”

I was able to calm down only after an hour. This freak wants to get home help and whore.

...

Two hours later, I decided that I could try to see what he wanted there. In the end, the gym and blowjob a couple of times a week is not the price to go away and change your life so well.

She greatly underestimated what I wanted to achieve. The answer was simple: “Yes or no? Photos of shaved pussy and, if yes. ". I think that I had been thinking about the answer for quite a long time, because my companion was bored and asked me what were my future plans for the evening.

- But I sent the message now and find out in half an hour. Maybe even earlier.

She was an intelligent girl and directly asked if I had other plans and maybe she should leave. I said that she can do anything, but if my plans are canceled, then I will not spend the night at home and definitely not alone - with her or the other ... This amused her. Spently discussing this topic, we spent another 10 minutes when the message came with a photo.

- Not destiny today. Do you work with couples?

She was amused by her, but looking straight into my eyes, she said she was ready to discuss options. I took the phone from her, wrote down Vick’s name on the phone, paid off and went home.

A surprise was waiting for me at home. My wife, clearly not realizing that it would not end with sex, was waiting for me in a peignoir and in war paint. She obviously thought that I just had a breakdown and sex would cure everything.

I walked over and shoved her hand under her peignoir to check how clean everything was shaved there. It embarrassed her, she tried to intercept my hand, but I abruptly pulled it up:

- Take your hand. Raise your hands in the up and get your head.

She slowly obeyed, and I lifted the peignoir on her shoulders and began to stroke a clean-shaven vagina with my hand. At the same time, I was not shy and did not press it with my thumb, where my clitoris was hiding.

- Bring a lubricant or cream.

She came out with a high head and after a few seconds returned with a jar of cream.

- Become a face in the wall and raise your hands.

I scooped up the cream and slowly rubbed it over my hands. I also scooped it up so that my hands were slippery and wet - today they had to do a good job, that they would immediately determine the rules and put everything in their places.

He grabbed and began to massage her breasts, deliberately pinching her nipples so that she could not help being indignant, but this time she decided to endure. Only breathing became deeper from stress. She clearly decided that you can endure and try to somehow fit into the situation.

This freak so grabbed my chest that I could barely restrain myself from shouting in my voice.

The bitch clearly did not understand what I was going to do now, and in the meantime, I had a great plan ready.

- Stand with cancer and jerk until you finish.I want to see you jerk off.

And this is she ...