the seven ecclesiastical commandments? ”-“ asked ”a talkative person, lying on soldiers' mats.

"Exactly. Who among us is baptized into Orthodoxy? ”

Bolshakov smiled blissfully toward the night sky: “Baptized, he was baptized. Mother, secretly from papa ... So I grew up: an atheist, a Komsomol member, and a good inseminator ... Raising the demographic level of the country! This is my benefit to society. Is not it?..."

And he smiled because he recalled the details of the seduction of intelligent Elena Pavlovna - the wife of Captain Kalinin. Scrolling in memory of the stages of its fall.

Here she is the first time licking Tiny, now she swallows his sperm ... Then she passionately cums and asks not to stop ... Obediently repeats vulgar phrases that whispers a tireless fucker in her pretty little ear ... Roaring as they ram her neat ass. .

“It will be like an old age to remember!” - along with the memory of the patron, the baldele “Petrovich”.

“And you didn’t work with Bestuzhevoy,” reminded Boris.

“And the old woman is prorukha! - Philosophical Bolshakov agreed with the first hypostasis. “She made us, that's for sure!”

“Such a girl has fallen out!” - in the Georgian manner was singing the Petrovich language.

"We will look for others ..." - said the third person. And then, startled: - Wow! And who came to us !? "

Opposite the entrance, wrapped in a downy shawl, Bestuzhev herself stood! ..

...

- Here, I walked past ... - Nina Georgievna said, not daring to cross the threshold of the gym.

"In the second hour of the night - she" walked by "! - mentally sarcastic, Bolshakov jumped to his feet.

“Patron, you have a chance! - “Petrovich” started up - “Draw her here, faster!”

“We can be seen, and the devils think that ...” said Bolshakov in a caring voice. - Come in, Nina ... Georgievna.

Nina Georgievna hesitantly took a step inside the building, and right there, behind her back, a lock was clicked.

“Gotcha! - flinched with the whole body of Bestuzhev. “Surely, fate? ...”

A twenty-four-year-old brunette, a mother of two children and a nineteen-year-old soldier of the first year faced each other almost back to back. He could smell her hair, the delicate fragrances of cosmetics, she inhaled the tart spirit of the soldier's sweat mixed with the ethereal evaporation of Wy Spirit ...

“I just got raped,” said Nina Georgievna.

- Who? - Bolshakov took the woman by the shoulders and felt how she was trembling.

- Do not believe my husband ... And he was not alone ...

- Not!

- Yes ... I decided to leave him ... - Without a divorce. Let him make his career, and I will, as it were, on vacation ...

“Give him a bouquet of horns! - thought Bolshakov. - And the first ones he gets from me! Today!..."

Both continued to stand beside them motionless, not wanting to disturb their understanding. It’s as if there wasn’t any recent quarrel and mutual confrontation between them ...

“I thought I lost you forever,” Bolshakov said in a voice that was deaf with excitement.

- Lost me?

- But you came ... myself. Did you miss?

“Yeah, like on a sharp stone, in my pointe,” Bestuzhev tried to joke.

- You are here ... At night ... And we are alone ...

- Nonsense. I'm leaving now ...

- Go away ...

Bestuzheva glanced in surprise at Bolshakov’s dark eye sockets.

Her plump lips shook. It seemed like a moment and she would cry.

- I will leave for Moscow to my parents ... Until my husband is home. Can you help me carry the bags? ..

- What is the conversation, Bolshakov said as he could naturally, although his Kid was already preparing to take advantage of an unexpected visit ...

“It turns out that, apart from you, I have no friends who could be trusted,” said Nina Georgievna.

“Trust, and you will not regret it!” Said Bolshakov, and slowly began to take off his guest's weightless vestments from a shawl from the sloping shoulders.

“And there you are, too,” Bestuzhev said accusingly.

Instead of words, Bolshakov, pressed his forehead to her forehead and saw at a distance of eyelashes a hazy look of a surrendering victim.

Second, and their mouths, and breathing joined!

Oh, it was the sweetest and longest kiss in the life of Bolshakov!

Spreading his tongue over the submissive lips, he found the sharp tip of the female tongue behind the opened teeth, pulled him into a passionate hickey, and in response to Bestuzhev, who has the strength, savored his rough tongue!

“You are still pumping ...” - Bolshakov thought and, pushing slightly, demandingly laid the supple body of his wife on a soft stack of gymnastic mats.

“I will do it!” He thought, not without pride, lifting up the hem of the red dress that he had seen on Bestuzhevoy on the first day of their acquaintance in the library.

Prudently ran his hand over a warm stomach, felt the atlas of women's panties, ran his fingers under the gum. Pull it down. Penetrated under the satin fabric, covered his shaved pubis. Slightly pressed on the extreme raft of the clitoris ...

From the half-open mouth, Bestuzhevoy escaped something that looked like a prayer.

"It's late, darling, it's late!"

Pulled openwork panties to the knees, hooked them with the toe of his boot, and with one movement he pressed the rubber band to the floor. In turn, pulled the smooth legs of the pima-ballerina’s slender legs, and here they are, with their knees apart, flaunting at the level of his shoulders! ..

- Don't ... I don't want ... - Nina Georgievna shook her head.

But Bolshakov waited too long for this minute to retreat.

First, he spread his round knees, as widely as possible and, finishing off the remnants of resistance, examined the desired cave.

Sponge petals and shaved pubis were beautiful.

He turned his gaze to Bestuzhevoy’s upturned face. The eyes of the unfortunate victim were closed, and his mouth parted in a silent scream.

It is time to release the kid out.

He broke free, like a damn from a snuffbox, and immediately buried himself in a “bouquet” of tender lips at the level of an uncovered vagina, with a tearful sprit.

A quiet groan, ready for the copulation of an alien woman, sounded in the head of the soldier with victorious fanfare of near triumph.

“Will you let me do this? ..”

The mouth of Bestuzhev was twisted by a nervous grimace of the struggle between prohibition and desire that she experienced. With a sensitive ear, Bolshakov caught:

- Do not torture me ...

- Tell me I can fuck you ...

- Can you ...

- Do you ask?

- Yes!

- Then look at me ...

Not letting the stunningly beautiful face out of sight, Bolshakov lightly moved the Kid into the side of the open cave.

The brown eyes of the officer's wife widened.

Listening to the frequent breath of the fall, the soldier slowly, so slowly that the female body itself began to twitch to meet, plunged into the bosom of the colonel's wife to the full depth of his considerable Kid.

Nina Georgievna’s tight vagina responded by squeaking in the inner muscles ...

- Well, hello, touchy! - said Bolshakov and "turned on" the usual rhythm of mastering another's treasure ...

“And you are my second today ...” - Nina Georgievna managed to think before bending over in convulsions of a surging orgasm ...

...

The reader has every right to call Bolshakov a cynic, because the most perfect lie would be to say that in time objectionable fun with someone else's wife, the soul of our warrior would protest out loud that the actions performed contradict her moral character.

The soldier took what he wanted, without violence, by mutual agreement, completing the seduction of someone else's wife with the professionalism of an experienced tempter.

Therefore, having finished the zampolit's spouse moral decay, Bolshakov got up and, looking at the beautiful maiden, laid out on gymnastic mats, with a calm conscience, silently tucked the wet "farm" into the depth of the cotton breeches. Then he turned away, giving his partner the opportunity to clean up ...

Brought and placed her portrait in front of Bestuzhevoy:

- This is for you ... as a memento ...

“Thank you,” Bestuzheva said in a sluggish voice, wiping off the remnants of unwrought sperm from her wafer lips.

- What time will I have to spare you tomorrow? - asked Bolshakov.

- The train at ten o'clock ...

- I will come to eight. I want you ... on the matrimonial bed ...

- Well ... - did not resist Bestuzhev.

She already didn’t care where and how to obey him ... I wanted to go home, take a shower and how to sleep ...

- Wait! - stopped Nina Georgievna Bolshakov. - Come on, once again consolidate our reconciliation. Work hands and open your lovely mouth, Ms. Bestuzhev ...

...

EPILOGUE.

In Moscow, Bestuzheva opened a children's ballet studio, which has become very prestigious.

Both her sons are studying in this studio the art of stage dance.

Born daughter Nina Georgievna called Borislavna.

A portrait of the “brush by an unknown artist” hangs in her bedroom above the bed.

Polyakov settled down, received the rank of Major General and arrived in the capital to work as a teacher at the Academy, where he once studied.

The family is reunited and lives in a power of agreement.

A book about the passionate adventures of the Moscow lady walks through the shelves of Moscow. The author is disguised as a pseudonym, which I, dear reader, will not call you for opportunistic reasons. Itself is more expensive ...

Publishers accepted the book well. Readers too. Contracts are concluded, fees are deducted ... Everything - through an intermediary ...

Captain Kalinin, got the epaulets of a major, and get ready to become a father. The third time...

The idea of ​​Vladimir Fedorovich Odoyevsky, that the basic meaning of life is “the benefit of society” for Boris Nikolayevich Bolshakov continues to be relevant ...

Such is the happy end of this long story, which began in February Thursday in one of the garrisons of the Primorsky Territory, at four o'clock in the afternoon ...

(End of “Come on Thursday”)