- Meet my friend, Andre! - Silence.

- For the acquaintance! - My husband said cheerfully, saving the situation.

Clumsy, little by little, the dialogue improved, we joked and laughed merrily. I sat between my husband and Oleg, that is, between two Oleg's (I will call him Adequate, so as not to be confused) and make a wish on the advice, made a guess, slyly looking her husband in the eyes. Adequate whispered in my ear that his friend is gay and no he is not Andre, but simply Andrei. I laughed while leaning my head against Adequate's shoulder. Number they have removed one for two for reasons of economy. And apparently in evidence, he put his hand on my knee. I blushed, but not removed. A hanging straw mat covered this disgrace. I felt tension inside, excitement, but I didn’t remove my hand, trying to keep myself relaxed and at ease. He stroked me under the table and I really liked it. Five minutes later, having settled down, she decided to play and put her hand on her husband's groin. He looked at me in surprise and a little reproach, I just smiled. The member immediately stood up, lightly massaging him through his pants. But Adequate emboldened, tried to move forward, but I removed his hand, along with his confidence, looking at him accusingly. Husband, too, did not indulge. Removing her hand from his organ, she lit a cigarette and finished her “Daiquiri”, chatted with men about the absurdities of life, about the weather, about the local cuisine and of course about sex. All well podnapolis hours after three, went to the numbers.

Having taken a shower, poured wine and turned on the music. Standing in front of the window, she smoked, sipped red-half-sweet in small sips. I thought about my beloved wife, about my discoveries in him. About Adequate and his hands, which, if I want, will crush my breasts. About seventy-fourth, did he become a homosexual or was he born like that? About myself, that it is strange to wish another male, with a great-healthy-living husband. Life is full of surprises, strength becomes weakness, high intelligence without wisdom becomes stupid. Pain brings nothing but exasperation, while suffering makes a person wiser. Not all of course ...

I plunged into myself so deeply that I didn’t hear the husband coming up. Hugging me, he began to gently kiss my neck, nibble at my earlobe. Hands squeezed the buttocks, carrying palms on his chest, gently lowered the edge of the dress, and his chest began to tremble gracefully. The cut-out of the dress crushing, supported sisi and slightly tanned beauty, elegantly contrasted against the background of a dark dress. Having crushed and taken pleasure, I lifted the hem to the waist, I bent, leaning on the window sill. Oleg took off his panties, which hung in the knees.

- Do not mind, I will make a couple of photos, you are now ...

- What? - I waited for complement.

- Very beautiful girl, but not without blemish. - He smiled and picked up the number.

Standing at the window, forgive the “cancer”, with the hem raised to the waist, with the lowered panties hanging on the knees. As best I could, I looked at the lens, squeezing and putting my chest forward. Having presented a picture from the side, I got excited, my legs became wadded. A flash, one more. And then ... The door swung open and went in, ran Adequate! Not having time to react somehow, for a few seconds she stood in the same pose, and he, staring wide-eyed, looked at me. Oleg, too, was in shock.

- Sorry! - shouted out Adequate, in his voice mixed regret and challenge. Ran out, slammed the door on the other side.

- What was it? - Husband asked.

- Asshole you are cute! Asshole! Door fucking who will close! Cretin! “I was ready to kill and bury him, in front of the window.” Well, what an irresponsible idiot.

- Sorry, somehow stupid happened ... - He mumbled.

- stupid ?! - I did not calm down.

- He now saw everything, and ass and forgive pussy! - Husband lowered his head.

- Forgive, I sincerely, forgive ...

It became a pity, came up and hugged, kissed.Having drunk some more wine, I began somehow to rectify the situation. Eating large, white grapes, alternately putting in his mouth, the next grape put in his mouth. Along the way, talking about some kind of nonsense. We are talking about what happened and reasoning reasonably, we decided, or maybe something happened? Why did he break in like this? It was decided that her husband would go and find out everything. Returned after twenty minutes with Adequate and a bottle of whiskey.

The neighbor once again very deeply and sincerely repented of his deed, told. Entering the room, he sat in a chair in front of the TV, according to which Elena Malysheva told that Chubais was smart because he was red, and Pozner opposed her, who was squinting at the Gundosil, saying no, it’s the other way round, Tolya is red because she is smart! And Malakhov was passing with a red dot from turmeric on his forehead. A sort of adaptation for local TV. Looking at this, the Adequate nervous system passed and he dozed off. Awakened by the fact that someone sucked his dick! It is seventy fourth, having drunk local braga, completely let go. It turns out he pestered the porter, tearfully begging to let him suck. Having received pizdyuley, he pretended to be a seal and shaky-viscous, crawled to the number, where he got what he wanted halfway, taking the cheek from the snuffling roommate. Adequate, unable to withstand such rudeness, knocked his left eye on the seventy-fourth, with the words “you went to hell!”, Collected things and left, reasoning reasonably — not to drive out the lady at night looking ...

They laughed for a long time and made fun of the victim, but the question arose of what to do? Where is he to sleep? He did not want to return to his room, in which it is quite possible to understand him. He went about his business, and we had the opportunity to talk.

- What do you say? - I said, looking inquiringly at her husband.

- Why, I do not know ...

- Listen, well, do not expel him, may he remain?

Saying this, I thought about his hands, about that shamelessness at the table.

- Well, let him stay, only where will he sleep?

The question remained unanswered, since Adequate entered. By offering him to stay with us, he was very grateful, we received an answer to the question - where to sleep. They have a small ottoman in the room, it was decided to transfer it to us. The men took the ottoman, seventy-fourth was already asleep, and there were no problems. Putting it in a couple of meters from our bed to the wall, we continued to chat nicely. We decided to have a snack and order some food in the room. Adequate, with the air of a connoisseur, advised, explaining that he is not resting here for the first time. They brought us Rima Masala — these are beans in tomato juice and a lot of spices, Murg-Mahani — chicken thighs in cream and assorted fruits. Whiskey and wine were available. They ate delicious, spoke on various topics, Adequate justified his underground nickname. The conversation went to the farthest corners of human life, touched life and death, good and evil. The conversation was fascinating and alcohol, not really needed, but of course the glasses were filled. Interesting was the point of view about love, which expressed Adequate.

- Love is not at all what we are accustomed to see and understand by this word. Love is neither good nor insidious, she doesn’t care, she is everywhere, in executioners and executed, in saving and rescuing. In an evil husband and dissolute wife ... She just is and does not need excuses. Want happiness, be grateful to her and love her as yourself. And if you don't love yourself, love yourself as she loves you. And she loves you, she got into you a long time ago, like a blessed rain penetrates the desert sands during the rainy season ...

“How did she get into me if I don't feel her,” I asked with doubt.

“You don't want to feel her, you're too proud of yourself.” He smiled.

Adequate felt my tension and smoothly let go of the complex. As it turned out, he traveled a lot, here for the second time, but he was especially enthusiastic about India. Everything was interesting to us, and we bombarded it with questions, focusing on the trifles along the way, usually in them all the most juicy. But the time was already late; besides, her husband poured whiskey, he was visibly stormy. Began to sleep. Adequate lay down on the couch, covered with a bedspread, which he captured during a hike behind a berth. The husband turned away, almost ... Read more →