talk a bunch of nasty things to these scumbags: she knew that she would be ashamed later. Some uncouth teenagers discuss it in a brazen manner, and even with her! Lily suddenly noticed that both guys put their hands on their crotch and periodically squeeze it. A warm wave ran all over her body, and she looked away with an effort.

- You have a "wife", has not yet grown, jerks, and all the same! - Not holding back, evil threw Lily.

The conversation took an unexpected turn, and the guys were embarrassed, removing their hands from the crotch. Having looked at each other, and, as if deciding on something, Stas said:

- We have all grown up long ago, Lilia Gennadyevna, do not hesitate!

- And you prove it! - Lily said mockingly, once again taking control of the situation.

- That is, how to "prove it"? - Stas asked uncomprehendingly and exchanged glances with Mikhail.

“In fact, prove that you are not empty talkers,” smiling Lily, retorted, and, bending gracefully, continued to collect the scattered notebooks.

“You want to say that ...” began Michael, but he never finished his phrases.

- And you fuck me, - Lily began to amuse this game and the embarrassment of the boys. “They suffered a complete fiasco. And swagger! Next time they will know how to be rude to a teacher. ”. - How else can you prove that you have already taken place as men? She slyly added.

Stas looked at Lily in bewilderment, and gradually the meaning of the words she spoke began to reach him. Briefly looking at Misha and catching a barely noticeable nod from his side, Stas turned to the teacher, and a lustful smile began to blur on his face.

"Not! Only not this! ", Lilja was seized by a sudden fright, “Have they really not understood that this is just a joke?”. "You got a play, baby", objected another voice in her head, "And you fuck - as you requested. After all, you are not against strong young men? ”.

- I will fuck you with pleasure, Lilia Gennadyevna! - Volley issued Stas, and victoriously looked at her.

“I am also ready to prove that these are not empty words,” Mikhail approached the teacher and gently squeezed her buttocks with both hands, “we are always ready to answer for the market,” he added.

Lily did not expect such a reaction from the guys, and fell into a stupor: it was necessary to urgently resolve the situation. While she was feverishly wondering how to adequately respond to the guys in order to get out of a delicate situation, they didn’t waste their time. Mikhail continued to caress Lily's ass, with his hands under her skirt: the indiscreet movements of his fingers were becoming bolder and bolder. Stas tried to shove his hand over the neckline of Lily’s shirt, and he succeeded in a moment. Feeling inept caress on her nipple and perineum, Lily freed herself from the hands of insolent bastards, but physiology took its toll: it flowed.

- Stop it! What are you doing? Not here, not in the middle of the yard, in fact! - Lily whispered loudly and in a tight second realized that she had made a tactical mistake: now it will not be easy to refuse.

- And where? - immediately asked Stas, taking a step towards her.

“Nowhere,” Lily answered uncertainly, and the second wave of sexual desire filled her whole body: she saw the guys' trousers puff up between her legs.

- Ty, Lilia Gennadievna, - Stas mockingly stretched out, blatantly playing through the trousers with an excited member in front of the teacher's eyes, - they offered it themselves, and themselves into the bushes!

- Who has not grown “married woman” - with you or with us - it is still necessary to look! - Michael added, and bared a thick head, lowered his pants.

Lily froze, staring at the excited young flesh. Involuntarily licking her lips, she looked the guys in the eyes: in them was an undisguised animal desire and lust. Lily reached out with her hand to her crotch, but stopped with great difficulty.The underbelly pulsed and thirsted for a good fuck.

“We will meet on Sunday, at 10.00 in the morning, at this place,” said Lily, with a patter, chilling at her own words, “and now that your spirit is not here before I change my mind!”

- This is the day after tomorrow, - said Stas, and turned pale.

“We will be here without delay,” added Mikhail and smiled, “kiss goodbye?”

- Shoot from here! - Lily could barely restrain herself from not accepting Michael’s bawdy offer - if you tell someone, you won’t live!

- Oh, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, - Michael grinned, and hastily added - offend, Lilia Gennadyevna, - what are we, absolutely stupid, or what? Just do not forget about the meeting! You do not change your mind: we will try to fuck you in full!

“Ask for more supplements,” Stas blurted out, and received a sensitive cuff from Michael.

- See you! - she barely kept a smile.

Lily hurried home. It was already late, and she needed to somehow explain his delay after work to Igor. And something to tell him about her meeting on Sunday, which she herself appointed for some reason in the morning.
Apparently, with a fright.

...

All Saturday, Lilia tried not to think about a “date,” but she did not do well. From time to time a meeting with the guys in the yard came up in memory, and at that moment she stopped, as if she were stone, and looked away with a timid smile on her lips. All day she was all out of hand, and cleaning the apartment went down the drain. In desperation, she began to have dinner, but even here she was overtaken by a fiasco: the soup was hopelessly spoiled by the increased salt content in the saucepan, and the meat in the oven was exhausted to anaraxical state.

"Fool, get yourself together!", Lily said to herself, but she also did not succeed in auto-training: the familiar world rolled into pieces and today clearly did not set. She wanted to cry ...

Igor returned home in the middle of the day: he did the usual replenishment of the refrigerator most necessary for the upcoming week. The conscientious husband pushed the products on the shelves and rather flopped on the sofa, uncorking a bottle of Heineken on the way to Oblomov places.

“Let me sip, too,” Lily asked plaintively, standing in the middle of the room with a rag in her hands. She was in knee-length roll-up tights and a short top on a naked body - a familiar form of clothing for home cleaning.

- You do not like beer? - Igor asked surprised, dragging his wife a cool source of pleasure.

Silently, Lily took a few large sips, and returned the misted bottle to her husband, who sadly noted that the beer had noticeably diminished.

- Maybe you'd better open the whole? - He suggested.

“I don't need anything,” Lily replied sharply, and turned away to the window.

- What happened? - Igor asked, with pleasure sipping foam bliss.

“Nothing happened,” Lily answered dryly, without raising her eyes.

“Well, then tell me,” Igor said peacefully, and prepared to listen: he knew his wife well: this is “w-w” for a reason.

- Do you remember Stepanych? - Suddenly asked Lily, and Igor sank in his chest.

- Yes, - Igor took a breath and gently exhaled, - do you have a meeting with him again?

“No,” answered Lily, and shook her head, “that is, yes, the meeting, but ... not with him,” she added faintly, and her eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Igor closed his eyes. "The revolution, the necessity of which the Bolsheviks spoke all the time, was accomplished," Lenin's words surfaced out of place in his head, but Igor was never funny. Never before this moment Lily herself admitted that she was going to sleep with another man. Those two times (and were there really two of them?), Happened by chance, spontaneously, and Igor could both stop if he wanted. But he did not want to. And now - what is it: fucking progress, female debauchery, or the expected relapse ?!

- Have you decided to perform an act of mercy and give another retiree from our neighborhood the last night of love? - Tiredly said Igor, without opening his eyes, - to help him ... Read more →