come at any time.

He had long shod and creased near the door. And then he said:
“Will you open the door for me?”

I went to the door and stood next to him. Again his breath burned me. He pressed me against the door and lifted the skirt up behind me. He grabbed his hip, picked it up and pressed it to his. Then he began to gently kiss the neck, shoulder, ear, hair. My head was spinning.
“No,” I whispered. - Please, please.

He pulled away from me, looked with offended anger and ran out the door.

I spent the whole evening in bed. Erotic fantasies overcame me, and at the same time I was ashamed, because I always wanted to remain faithful to my man, even in my thoughts. These demons tortured me and I did not know what to do. I prayed, but they laughed wildly in my face and occupied all my thoughts.

In the morning I decided to go to the store for milk. There was hope in me to meet them, and I dressed a little more modestly, but with taste. Maroon skirt slightly below the knees, tight white T-shirt, shoes with a tiny heel. I dismissed my hair, slightly dismissed it and made up my lips to match the skirt - burgundy.

I went down to the first floor and suddenly somebody's hands grabbed me, thrust some wet cloth under my nose, and then I remember some passages of words, a car, a forest and autumn dampness. I woke up on the sofa, and Vadim and Sergey were talking quietly beside the table.

“What the ...” I began.
- ABOUT! Sleeping beauty woke up! - laughed guys. - Quiet you, do not yell. We decided to arrange a holiday for you. Over there, in the package of products, come on, take care of the salads, and we will fry the kebabs. And quiet there. We kind of told you that we have weapons.

I sat down and tried to understand where I was. Wooden house, outside the window - the forest. Scream don't scream, apparently. I sighed and went to the products. It was drizzling light rain, and on the veranda it smelled deliciously of smoke. We talked about life, country, politics, about bad and good people. Vadim got vodka. Poured all.

- I will not. - I said firmly. - Do not even persuade.

Vadim took out a pistol and sent a cartridge into the chamber.

- Vadim, what the fuck? - raised his voice Sergey.
- And then you, Seryoga, do not understand that for us without water they do not shit fucking? Drink come on, my good, drink. Itself then thank you.

We drank. And then another. More and more. And then I was having fun.
- Guys! - I say. - Is there even a bath?
- Insult! Just go ready, you can go.

I drank more, for courage, and went to the bathhouse.

The bath was hot, but not too much. Just as I love. I broke up, washed and sat on the bottom shelf. I was completely unhappy with the heat and the whole situation began to seem to me like a dream and a fairy tale. I sat, recalled their strong hands, when suddenly I slammed the door and after a few seconds Vadim entered. Totally naked. He took me by the armpits and put me on a shelf higher.

I looked at him and could not believe my eyes. His body was perfect. His every muscle was proportional and beautiful. His eyes were driving me crazy. He took my hips and pulled me closer. He took my hand, began to kiss her, rising higher and higher. He kissed my chest, neck, stomach, thighs, until I began to moan softly in a frenzy.

Vadim straightened up, looked at me seriously and entered me. In surprise, I screamed. I felt him inside me, so big and hot. It was like a fire inside me. He moved, I moved to the beat of him, involuntarily biting my lips and moaning. Suddenly it seemed to me that something exploded in my lower abdomen. Pleasure flooded me completely and completely, at this time Vadim exhaled loudly and pressed against me. I threw my legs and arms around him. For a while we sat out just listening to each other's breathing.

Then I pushed him away and wept. A hot wave of shame covered me. Vadim curled his lips and went out, slamming the door. I cried and at the same time that explosion inside of me, he continued to spread over the body and wash away my tears, my shame and horror. I washed and rinsed myself with cold water.I was about to go out, when suddenly the door knocked again and Sergey entered. He saw my tear-stained face and sat down next to me.

- Why are you crying?

I was silent.

- Do not Cry. Come on, I'll give you a massage. I once finished courses. Get on the shelf.

I lay down, and he began to stroke me with his beautiful hands. He stroked my shoulders, gently at first, then pressing more and more, rubbing the shoulder blades, lower back, ribs, then lightly stroking, then with pressure. Then he lowered his hands below, then began to stroke me between the hips, making his way closer and closer to my arousal. I myself did not notice how his fingers were inside me. His gentle and quick movements inside and fabulous kisses on my neck transferred me to some other dimension. I felt inside me everything is compressed into one point, where the concentration of pleasure is maximum. Here it is, this point, here, near ...

I felt him enter me. I groaned and grabbed the shelf. I was seized with pleasure, one time, another, a third, and then I lost count. A fiery rainbow wheel just spun in my eyes, and waves of boiling water were beating in the lower abdomen. When he hugged me and lay down next to me, I could not speak. Sergey wrapped me with a towel and carried me to a wide bed on the second floor.

For the first time in these days, I slept like a baby. It was dark outside the window and the guys came to sleep with me. They lay on both sides of me, on some of them I folded my legs. Maybe I even snored in my sleep.

I woke up because Vadim stroked my stomach, breasts, hands. Seeing that he opened his eyes, he pulled me closer to him, hugged and began to kiss, wading his tongue between his teeth, and his hands between his legs.

“Baby, you want me, you're all wet over there,” Vadim whispered.

At this time, Sergei caressed me from behind, kissed my neck, shoulders, and also tried to get to where I was waiting for them. Sergey lifted my leg and entered me from behind. Vadim helped him with his hands, showered me with kisses. I tried to think about something else, but the cry that broke from somewhere inside me was unstoppable. I screamed, begged for mercy, but they were adamant. As soon as Sergey received his, Vadim turned me around, pinned me to the sheet and continued the sweet torture. I dug his nails in his back, bit him by the shoulders, screamed, it was all useless.

When he, satisfied, lay down next to me, I lost consciousness.

The remaining four days (just as much was allotted to me under the disease), we furiously fucked. Either together, then together, occasionally taking breaks for physiological needs such as sleeping or eating. After the first day my sense of shame dissolved in the ocean of pleasure and did not bother me anymore.

And then they took me home, and they themselves departed due to the end of the state of emergency. Life went on as usual, the children and the husband returned, the memories became less acute. Now I have a lot of grandchildren and I intend to carry this secret with me to my grave. Only to you, my dear readers, I have told how the Lord punishes us, feels and how our unshakable conscience and honor is confounded and crushed in disgrace.