So. It must be written down. If I sleep - this record will not be, and everything will fall into place.

Natasha is not yet. I sit on pins and needles, waiting for her. Deadly thirsty. On the other side of the table is a cup of water. I look at her, just look. And I think at this moment, how I want to drink. That is, I do not think, but I feel.

And suddenly the cup itself comes up to me on the table, as if I had pulled it with my hand.

As if someone invisible pushed her. And not a drop spilled.

I was not even scared. That is scared, but then. That is ... I do not know. Probably this is nonsense, and I need help. This is all Natasha. It seems I ...

Are calling!

That's her...

***

Oh my god oh my god oh my god ...

How embarrassing before Tom. And so good.

I didn't know that two girls can do it too. And now I know.

I even think hard, not to write. All that I once wanted from Tom to do with me, I finally did with another girl. By woman It was as if I was soaked in warm milk, and I dissolve there, like a clot of honey, and I can’t think about anything, but I just want to kiss her nipples again and knead her amazing body. It turns out that the female breast is salty and springy under the tongue like fruit ...

She herself seduced me, or as it is called. She drew one sketch, another, then persuaded to strip to the waist and drew my boobs. And then she came up, told me compliments, stroked me, kissed my nipples and lips, but I was stunned and fell somewhere in a rainbow well, and there she was burning from her touch. And she undressed herself, and we rubbed tits and licked with her to a swoon, like cats, and we had wet faces - me and her.

And then I played for a long, long time with her amazing body. I did everything that I wanted to do with a girl for so long - I studied and kissed every millimeter, sucked her nipples so that they became hard as nuts, and then licked her between her legs, and she loudly screamed and writhed under my tongue, I had a sticky face from her juices, like honey ... And she, too, licked me, and it was not at all like Tom does. It was as if the thinnest cocoon, so light and slipping, enveloped me, and I myself became a drop on her hot tongue ...

I do not know how to write about myself - “he” or “she”. I do not know who today slept with Natasha - Jack or Jackie. I do not know anything - except that I feel good and ashamed. I betrayed my husband ... and I didn’t stop loving and wanting him. This is very, very different - Natasha and Tom, but still embarrassing.

Natasha was surprised later on how active I am. She said - "I immediately felt that you were one of ours." That is, of the girls who sleep with the girls. How did she know? ..

We will now meet and deal with it. She said that she was not as good with anyone as she was with me. Aaaaa! ..

***

Natasha comes to me for a whole week, and we ...

It is terrible to even think about what we do. She puts me on her thin hand, like a doll, and something touches it inside, and I turn inside out and die of sweet pain, and it lasts a long, long time - all the time, while her hand is in me. She also has long hair, and when they are mixed with mine, a black and gold cascade is obtained. He envelops our shoulders and breasts, and it is so beautiful that I want to cry. Natasha even says that I am very emotional.

After our meetings, a lot of powder remains in me, and I stick to Tom. He is surprised, but never refuses ... but I am ashamed.

But I really love him.

And Natasha ... in my opinion, I begin to annoy her with my adoration. She is an adult, she is thirty years old. I'm the girl next to her. She keeps asking me about life in America, about how I got here. I want to tell her everything, everything, everything, but I'm afraid for Tom and keep quiet. Suddenly she will tell someone? Girls after all terrible talkers.

***

Today I passed first and came home two hours earlier than I was going to.

The door was open.I wanted to shout out to Tom that I was good, but I heard voices from the room. His and ... Natashin.

I do not know how I stood on my feet ... and Tom spoke behind the wall to Natasha:

- Thank you, Natalya Ilinichna, for your help in this delicate matter.

“Well, you are not worth the gratitude,” said Natasha. - Your wife is amazing.

I froze.

“Yes, that's right,” Tom answered. - I hope all this will remain between us.

- Of course, do not worry. I myself am not at all interested in talking. Although, since you have addressed me with such a request, some gossip has come to you, right?

- Frankly, yes. And when I saw Jackie with you, I saw how she looked at you, and you looked at her ... I knew that she had this need, even though she never told me ... you understand what I mean. She was shy and silently suffered ... and I want her to be happy. In all. And I, as a doctor, do not see anything wrong in this ... pastime. On the contrary, it is extremely useful for the female body. And the law is not prohibited, unlike you know what.

- Sorry for the delicate question, Thomas Garrievich, but ... you are not jealous?

- What are you, Natalya Ilinichna! Now, if you were a man ... but here I believe Jackie for one hundred and ten percent.

Probably no Indian ever sneaked so silently as I crept to the exit. She closed the door, not breathing - and went headlong into the street, and there still ran, probably for an hour, like a little girl, and roared, and squealed, and the May sun, in my opinion, also squealed with me.

So Tom set it all up for me. He gave me Natasha. I was suffocating from gratitude and love for him, and from disappointment in Natasha, who was just fulfilling his order ... and maybe he even paid her.

But I still love her and will always love.

***

Today she will come to me.

We did not talk about anything with her or with Tom, but I know that this will be the last time. I feel it. Why dont know.

By the way, that diary entry - about a cup of water - it is. This. I recorded it in my right mind.

What to do with it - I do not know. I tried to move objects with a look - it does not come out. It's even funny.

She did not say anything to her husband, although that was probably exactly what he was asking. How does he know interesting?

Riddles, riddles ... My life itself, my "I" is a mystery. Who am I? I have two in one body, and I do not even know where Jack is, and where Jackie is.

But it doesn't matter now. Natasha will come, and ... I will ask her not to leave me. Just ask and that's it. This is not a shame. Should not be ashamed.

***

I will describe this horrible day point by point, like an accountant, so as not to miss anything.

Natasha came. She was somehow especially in the last tender with me - slowly sucked me with kisses, long as a chord that could not be resolved ... and led to this for a long, long time until I exploded myself - not from touch, but from accumulated sweetness that just flowed out like cream cake. And I wanted to cry from her caresses, and I cried and asked Natasha not to leave me. And she comforted me and said that now we will go to her, and she will show me my nude portrait, on which I worked on sketches. I dissolve my hair on it, and they are about to rush to the body with a black waterfall, and my amazing breasts pierce the canvas, and the body shines like mother-of-pearl ... So she said, and I imagined it all as alive, and really wanted to see.

She gave me a candy, a strange, tart taste ... but the Russians have all the strange products. And when we nalaskalis and began to dress to go to her, suddenly appeared Tom. I didn't even notice how he entered.

- Oh, we have Natalya Ilinichna! What a nice surprise, ”he said. - How glad I am that I was released from work and I found you ... Have a cup of tea with us?

“Thank you, Thomas Garrievich,” she answered, “but I promised to show Jackie her new portrait.” We were just about to ...

- ABOUT! I want to watch too! Maybe you will be so kind and bring him here?

- No, unfortunately, it is still unsuitable ...