sighed hoarsely. This situation turned me on, but I was afraid of the devil for the consequences and that I would not be able to look into her eyes tomorrow.

At some point, all the noise stopped, I was already afraid that the conductor would be awakened, but he could probably be disturbed at night.

I quickly returned to the car and waited for my wife to appear. Every minute was like an eternity. Fifteen minutes after my return, they returned to the compartment. “I wonder if they had time to do something else while I was waiting for them?” I thought.

The wife quietly settled down, and the big man also lay down on her shelf. They did not utter a word. For some time I kept watch over the situation and could not sleep.

Dmitry was snoring all the time, but apparently it did not disturb anyone to sleep. After a while I fell asleep too ...

...

3. We arrived.

In the afternoon, I opened my eyes and saw my wife slowly marafet and collects things. I did not observe the fat man and his things in our compartment.

“Good morning,” I told my wife.

- Good - Julia replied and immediately looked away.

There was a certain emptiness in her eyes, she was obviously not ready to talk to me. And, frankly, I didn’t have a desire to talk to her either. I felt very dry towards her at that moment, as if I was buried in the desert, putting me in a thin coffin through which dry desert pollen fell on me.

Upon arrival, we immediately went to our booked accommodation to accommodate things. It was very hard all day, as if they hadn’t slept all this time. All the information was perceived hard, each other was thrown on duty at the arrival and often repeated them because they did not understand each other.

- What? - asked his wife with an honor once again, not realizing what I ask of her.

- Yul, today you are all kind of in the clouds, I tell you, we need to collect things in the evening, because the number that belongs to us was busy and now we are not in our room. What the hell is going on with you ?! - I could barely restrain myself, although I understood everything perfectly.

- Yes, you are the same. All day frowning walk - yazvila wife.

- Oh, I'm frowning ?! Well, well, I began to slander in response.

So ended our first day of arrival. We went to bed in another room and tried to fall asleep, but due to our emotional nature, neither she nor I could do this.

- Are you sleeping? - I ask Julia.

“No ...” the wife sighed.

- Tell me what's wrong with you? - I asked my wife in the hope that she would keep silent.

- Yes, everything is fine, just a hard trip was - answered Julia.

- Come to me - I said to my wife and embraced her.

I hugged her stroked her hair, trying to see her thoughts on the look. We kissed ... the wife somehow reluctantly answered. I started to remember the picture of the previous night and suddenly I felt excited.

I climbed on top of her, took off my T-shirt, pulled off my underpants. The wife all this time looked away and looked somewhere aside. I entered it and started to fuck slowly ... Julia tried to relax, closed her eyes, but it was obvious that she could not do it.

The sensations in her vagina have changed. It became softer and seemingly open, but for some reason it was dry.

I took out a hygienic lubricant from under the pillow, which we often used because my wife was not wet enough, when suddenly Julia began to cry.

- Honey, why are you whimpering? what happened? - I began to reassure her.

- Please, Lesh, let's not today. I am very tired - my wife said and turned away.

My wife’s betrayal flashed through my head and I silently panicked that our relationship would no longer be the same and we could never sleep with each other. With these thoughts, I fell asleep somewhere in an hour.

...

4. Revelations of the wife.

The next day we needed to move to work. While I set up the entire system and wrote so. H.My wife was sitting at a nearby table and reading something on the Internet. Sometimes she got up and helped me in some matters, but most of the time she was idle and sat on the Internet.

I laid out cards, played balls, watched movies and read something for periods.

- What are you reading? - I asked.

My wife twitched sharply and decided to turn off the tab.

- Yes, so, nonsense. - Julia said and tried to occupy herself with something.

So flew by unnoticed a couple of days. In the evenings we walked around the central square of the city, went to the cinema, had dinner in a restaurant. It seems they wanted to save money, but after those events that we didn’t want to talk about, we needed an emotional jolt. I didn’t want to dive into life.

On the third day of our stay in *****, I again tried to take a wife. I am well prepared. I bought a bottle of wine, made a romantic atmosphere.

I slowly undressed my wife affectionately into her. The frictions continued for about five minutes, it was evident that the wife was experiencing some discomfort.

“Uh ... dry ...” she said.

- Now - I got up from my wife and took out our grease.

- why is it dry? Why does your dick emit so little grease? - began to complain Julia.

- In terms of? so you didn’t get too wet, either. - I said. So what? I'm not the one to blame.

- Here you are constantly like that. Then you stroke, kiss, undress, and slowly you will fuck me and make pauses to feel more, and you only have to disperse before orgasm. - the wife began to disassemble our sex in stages.

- What would you like? - I asked Julia.

- Lesh, sometimes you just want you to jump on me sharply, tear off my clothes, and fuck at a fast pace and for a long time. - said Julia.

I became thoughtful. But the truth is, we had no such fucking fuck. I do not know why, but it was exactly the kind of sex that we had that I liked, but I didn’t like to constantly ram the jackhammer.

I had good sizes. in childhood, at 17 years of age, once out of curiosity, he decided to measure length and was about 17 cm, but did not measure in width, but it was 4-5 cm by eye. In general, decent size. Fucking my wife I could do anything, but I fell 20 minutes later if I just rammed her.

- Do you remember how you once fucked me in the stairwell? We sat in a cafe, smoked a hookah, I drank a little. Then you, before reaching the apartment, bent me in the stairwell, pulled up my skirt and began to fuck. - She told the wife.

- Well, yes, it was the case - I remembered.

“That was the only time you did that, and then I didn’t need any lubricant.” - hinted the wife that business after all in me. - We are not only about your orgasm care? - she added.

- In terms of? So the rest of the times were bad? - I was surprised.

- No, dear, it was also good, but there was no passion, or something ..., said Julia and continued, “I don’t always want to gently, gently. I want to be different. This is our intimate life with you.

I attempted to pounce on her and, as she wanted, to fuck hard. My wife stopped me.

- No, not by my decree, but when will be the right moment - said Julia.

We didn’t have sex that night, but I got enough food to analyze our sex life.

...

5. The right moment.

The next day at work, I performed additional tasks that I delegated from the central office. My wife sat as usual and sipped tea at the table, looking at the monitor.

His phone rang.

- Alo - answered Julia, and after a moment, slightly shuddered. I noticed how my wife began to talk, confused. - Y-Y-yes ... hello, I learned ...

- Who is it? - I asked my wife?

My wife did not respond to me and just showed me “stop” with her hand, gesturing for me to wait for her to finish.

- Yes OK. Mm-we are working, yes ... m-m-can be-it was ... well, sorry ... yes, see you ... - the wife finished and hung up.