bare wife before others, but he was too shy to talk about it. He fell asleep on Ilkin's shoulder, clasping her ass - otherwise he could not sleep. One day, having found that Ilka was not in bed, he jumped in wild alarm - and when she returned from the toilet, he buried himself in her like a boy, swallowing up with happiness. It was then that Sukhorukov realized this simple fact: "I am in love with my wife, like a young boy."

Of course, at work they were whispering about how a juvenile pussy had turned him around, but he didn't care. Of course, the herds of peasants were jostling after her, but he was not jealous or tried not to be jealous - Ilka was too obviously fixated on him. She just fell in love, as happens with silly girls, and according to the rules, nothing should have happened - but sometimes the rules misfire. Just the stars so formed. It was just that she and he were lucky ... Just lucky ...

***

By the spring, Ilka had become somehow restless. To all the questions of Ilya Stepanych (“problems with studies? Does something hurt? Pregnancy?“) She refused.

Finally, he found out that Ilka was miserable and wants to go somewhere with him.

- Why did you keep silent before? Of course, you can fool around here: home-work-study ... and all this whirlwind presses ... - he began to fuss, even though he himself lived in St. Petersburg all his forty-six, not going anywhere. - Are you in your Karelia accustomed to silence, to the open spaces ... Do you want to go north?

After discussing where anyone wanted, they found out that they both wanted to go to one of the hottest countries.

- Well, that's cool. There is still time to find an inexpensive tour and ...

- No, you did not understand me, Ilya Stepanych! I want now, right now! Today Tomorrow!

There was nothing to do. Taking a week-long vacation "for family reasons", Sukhorukov shook his credit card and began to look for tours "for now."

The next morning they met on the shores of the southern sea.

Surf, sun, spicy air, unprecedented faces and buildings - it all seemed more incredible than Ilka’s naked bed. The street called to itself, and Sukhorukov did not even bother his wife - he so wanted to hurry there, in the midst of an unfamiliar life, and certainly with her, with Ilka. He tried, as he could, to keep the brand of a respectable man, but in the very first half hour the mark disappeared somewhere, and he rushed like a shack, with a camera, taking pictures of people, shop windows, palm trees and Ilka against the background of all this. She created a sensation, she was brutally molested to her, and the proud Sukhorukov took pictures of Ilka with her boyfriends, from time to time kissing her passionately for everyone to see whose chica it is. She was in the same ecstasy, and they even ran a little along the embankment, like little cretins.

- Oh, do you hear? Our in the city! - said Ilya Stepanych, having heard the Russian language ... and was dumbfounded when he saw Ilka’s skewed face. - What? Ilka, what de ...

- Nothing ... Let's go there! - Ilka said cheerfully and dragged him away from a group of compatriots. - Get in that street, eh? Let's go to? There, probably fun ...

- Why are you so scared? - Ilya Stepanych tried to find out, dragging her. - In fact, some slums have gone ... DavaiNazad!

- Not! I wonder where this road will lead, ”Ilka said stubbornly and dragged him further.

The street was narrowed and dirty. One around the fierce muzzles flashed around the other, and Sukhorukov held fast to the camera. He didn’t like all that, and he was going to figure it out as soon as he took a breath.

“Ufff,” Ilka slowed her pace, and then stopped. She is tired.- Let's take rest, eh?

- Well, what was the whole race for? - began Sukhorukov, but then a mustached thug grew out of the nearest doors and embraced them both affectionately, mumbling something in Spanish. Ilya Stepanycha jumped in the stomach.

“No Spanish, English only,” said he.

The thug didn't respond to that. Two others appeared from around the corner. Ilya Stepanych frantically looked around: there were no passersby.

- Help! - He shouted and stopped: trinity deafeningly neighing.

Ilka was as pale as her hair. One of the burglars clasped Sukhorukov, who was frozen in ice, tightly, the other three surrounded his wife and, agitatedly, were burying something, tugging at her clothes.

A fourth appeared. Ilya Stepanych wanted to call him for help, but realized that he was from the same company.

“Get undressed,” he said to Ilke in English. - We do not do anything bad, we only look and touch a little, ha ha.

Ilka looked at Ilya Stepanych. Togo tightly hugged mustache.

“If I run away, they will kill you,” said Ilka, taking off her T-shirt.

“You won't run away,” said Sukhorukov. - I'd rather ...

- I run very fast. They won't catch me up. But I fear for you ...

- Get naked! Snarled the polyglot bully, tugging at her jeans.

“If you undress completely, you will excite them, and they will run after you,” Ilya Stepanych said suddenly. He himself became afraid of what he said.

Ilka was already in her underwear. The thugs relish it. Throwing another desperate look into Sukhorukov, Ilka took off her swimsuit, and then swimming trunks, remaining in some sneakers. Rumbling company pawed her in six hands.

- Attention! Shouted Ilya Stepanovich in English. Those turned to him. - This is my wife, and I categorically object ...

“You are very silly to shout,” the polyglot told him, “and I will fuck you in the mouth.”

Four louder even louder.

- This is a violation of international norms! - continued to yell Ilya Stepanych. - Invasion of personal space ...

Suddenly naked Ilka with force pushed two thugs and pulled ahead. Three kengurin jumps - and she disappeared around the corner.

They did not immediately come to their senses, but when they came to their senses, they rushed after her. The mustache ran with them, leaving Ilya Stepanych, who briskly darted to the nearest gate. Out of the corner of his eye, he had noticed that someone from the burglars had turned around when he saw his escape, and he started up like at school when he was driving a “kvacha” with the boys.

Gateway suddenly led to the sea. Sukhorukov fled in the direction where, as it seemed to him, Ilka was supposed to run out, and soon he saw her. She was already very far away, and thugs were chasing her, hopelessly behind the bare white-headed figure. Ilya Stepanych exhaled loudly and stopped.

It was necessary, firstly, to catch my breath, and secondly, not to catch the eye of the burglars. He went to the shadow side of the embankment and moved, clinging to the walls, like a spy. The lagging thugs turned back and passed by without noticing him. My heart galloped in my chest like a mad hare and did not want to calm down, and Ilya Stepanych still could not add speed to catch up with Ilka, who had long been out of sight. At 46, he was in a lousy form and for the first time in his life scolded himself for it.

He wandered for a long, long time, until finally he saw a white head in the waves.

- Ilkaaaa! ..

She responded, and Ilya Stepanych climbed into the water, but found that under his shorts he did not have heats. Forgot to wear when hurried for a walk.

"So what, she is still naked," he inspired himself - and instilled: threw rags on the sand and ran naked into the warm waves.

They met about thirty meters from the shore. Waves flopped no higher than the chest.

- Iiiilka! - he grabbed her and tried to lift her into the air, but instead he fell into the water himself.

- Are you okay? Are you okay? They asked at the same time, laughed and hugged again.

- What are you, champion in running? - asked Ilya Stepanych.

- Yeah! Surprisingly...

- What? Mira?

- No, just the village of Louhi ... But this was enough for me ... Iiiiii!

Happy Ilka hung on Sukhorukov’s neck, butting with his breasts.

It was truly amazing: bare bodies, a feeling of unprecedented freedom, a warm sea, a desperately blue sky, colorful houses on the shore ...Sukhorukov suddenly turned into that very boy Ilka and shouted along with the best girl in the world. She hung on his hands (in the water it goes more dexterous than on land) - and they squealed together like young idiots, glad that the danger was over, that ... Read more →