In my life there have been different years - successful or not. But so eventful - somehow I don’t remember. The year, as I already wrote, began with me very intensely, when Valya looked in to visit us. Then we just had a great rest together with my faithful wife. Then there was a great journey by train, where I met Inna - a conductor with appetizing forms. My memory of that crazy night when we had sex was still fresh.

As the attentive reader remembers, I suggested to Inna, if she wants to continue our meetings, send me her intimate photos. And indeed, a couple of weeks later a portion of the photos came to my mail, where Inna posed in the bathroom naked. I will not say that I was somewhat surprised, but this definitely added to the problems. Still, even though my wife was neutral about my passions, but absolutely nothing until the moment the relationship began.

Sex for the night or for a few is no problem, but if something is more than just sex, then my beloved could already rip her hair out to her rival, and maybe even worse - here, truly, women's ways are mysterious. Therefore, I am a little tense. Anyone else might just sometimes use Inna for a change, but this option was not for me. Strange, but something Inna hooked me - perhaps with her diligence and affection for her child.

Looking then into her eyes, I saw a kind and sympathetic girl whom life had brought to a certain state. And I didn’t want to hurt her at all. In part, I even cursed myself that I offered something else besides sex for one night. Perhaps, then, a kind of unknown to me desire for a good family man played a joke with me, and, succumbing to momentary weakness, I decided to continue our acquaintance with relationships.

For a couple of days I was in silent thoughtfulness, which aroused some suspicions of my wife:

- Do you have another mistress "flew"? - My wife asked me, looking into my honest eyes.

When she needed it, my faithful preferred to immediately take the bull by the horns. I smiled back. It was not difficult for me to portray a sincere smile, which was already included at the right moment at the level of the reflex:

“No, honey,” I replied, never ceasing to smile, “I wondered where we could spend the May holidays.” It would be too late to get to the resort, but it would have been useful for a day or two in the country. Few aired and rested.

My wife swallowed the bait - trips to our car were one of my favorite pastoral lessons. And though our hatchback from the Ford family was very peculiar, we adored it. It was compact and reliable, another thing is that the stiff suspension slightly complicated the ride. I do not know how you are in the city, but in our city of K. every spring the asphalt descended along with the snow. On the roads outside the city is generally better not to remember.

Therefore, in most cases I preferred a taxi than to ruin a private car, but in some cases it was more convenient and quicker to get on my own. By the way, the drivers of other cars and pedestrians were a pleasant addition to the broken road. There was a pause of 5-7 seconds between the red light for cars and the green light for pedestrians. Drivers of cars knew about it, trying to slip faster into the flashing green light, and also the pedestrians, who were in a hurry to step onto the crossing two or three seconds before turning on the green light, also knew.

Not to say that I am a particularly experienced driver, rather - cautious. Therefore, I travel carefully and not really hurrying somewhere. This allows not to leave the wheel in any pit. Or finally kill the suspension.

Something I was distracted from the main topic, and so - it was not difficult for me to switch my wife's attention to a potential rest.Fortunately, we had plenty to choose from - it was possible to go to the so-called “gastrotourism”, the meaning of which is to try as many dishes as possible in various establishments. After the prices of the regional center, a full breakfast in other cities seemed almost free. And it was possible to go somewhere on nature - just unwind.

Leaving my wife to dig into the list of potential cities for recreation, I looked through the mail and came across the fact that I received a message in my account on eroticspace. com. For me, this was not news - sometimes they write personal messages to me with thanks for the story or offer to beat a situation. I am always grateful to every reader for a positive or negative comment, because they help me improve the narrative technique.

This time the message was very strange. An anonymous user Olya requested my email to send a photo of her pussy. She really liked the story about conductor Inna, and she was ready to share her intimate photos to speed up the continuation of the story. I was very skeptical about the content of the message - in my memory, of course, it happened that female colleagues or familiar girls showed me their charms alive and sober and drunk. But so that someone unfamiliar shared photos from the personal archive of intimate photos - well, these were isolated cases.

Having considered all the pros and cons, I decided to reply to this user, although sound cynicism suggested that at best I would be included in the spam mailing, and at worst, I would select the password for the email account. After making sure that I had the opportunity to reset the password via the telephone and return control, I sent a short letter that consisted of just two phrases: “Hello! This is Misha Black. ”

After that, painful anticipation stretched. Several times I checked the mail, but there was no answer. I still had access to the box. As a result, I came to the conclusion that my mail was simply included in the spam database and soon proposals on increasing parts of the body would be sprinkled on it. I reproached myself a little for childish naivety, under the influence of which I answered an anonymous user. Most likely, there was some bearded uncle under 45-50 years old, flabby and overgrown, weighing 120 kilograms, who were catching people like me, and I collected the collected base of electronic boxes for terrible money to different customers.

After checking the mail again before bedtime, I did not see a single new letter - either in spam or in the Inbox. They deceived the fool into four fists ... I’m getting old, I thought. Having switched my thoughts again to what I should do with Inna, I did not notice how I fell asleep.

The morning began very early with me - I woke up before the alarm clock, which was supposed to wake up my wife and I at half past six in the morning. Stretching sweetly, I looked around the room - my faithful wife slept sweetly beside me, wrapped in a blanket. I did not want to wake her up, but my dream had already passed. Quietly, in order not to disturb my beloved's dream, I slipped out of bed and, closing the door behind me, went to the computer to read the news and check my mail.

I made myself a cup of instant coffee (I don’t know why, but for many years I couldn’t tolerate custard - it seemed to me somehow sour; the exception was the individual Arabica, but their price ...) and sat down at the computer. It is difficult to describe my surprise when I saw a new letter that was from that user named Olya!

With shaking hands, I grabbed the mouse, but immediately pulled myself up. One of the options for hacking an e-mail box was the so-called “phishing” - you received a letter “allegedly from technical support of the bank or your good friend”, in which you were asked to follow the link. Well, after the transition, you either received a malicious program on your computer, or if you were asked to enter the registration data of the box - you were denied access to the box or bank account.

Anticipating phishing, in the form of “Here are my photos, download them via a link” and a link to a malicious program, I carefully opened the letter and was dumbfounded the second time this morning! In the letter in attachments there were amateur intimate photos! Waiting again for a trick, I carefully downloaded all the files and looked suspiciously ...