- Well, you thought it was in vain, - I was no longer steamed about "you" or "you." - I do not meet with married women at all.

- That's right, you are doing it right! But in this case, the husband himself offers you his wife, because he sees that otherwise she will go to another - he did not lose the thread of the pressure of Nikiforov.

- Yes, I do not care about your family problems - I frowned, choking limoncello. - Let Vasilisa Nikolaevna divorce if he wants to go to another.

- I understand, - Nikiforov shook his head, like a man who accepts failure with dignity.

Nichrome he did not accept and did not understand, brainless brain. He was on his wave, playing with me like a kitten. Or so it seemed to him.

“Well, I'm sorry I disturbed you,” Andryusha nodded slightly and slowly closed the door behind him, leaving me in total darkness choking with fear and laughter — two extreme emotions that are incompatible with the bachelor’s quiet life.

I decided not to hurry with the move. Not boring dialogues with parents and brother amused a variety of word creation. The behavior of childless neighbors better and better fit the generally accepted notions of morality and honor.

“Nikiforov married Vasilisa to torture her, and she clings to him because he is afraid of being left alone,” I reflected.

“On the other hand, you can always take a child from an orphanage,” I introduced Nikiforov for a second on the playground, surrounded by barbed wire. As the major chooses the kid, as the hunters choose the puppy. Here he is, the most active, running forward, trampling down the rest, also beating in the face, the newly appeared heir of the tyrant.

But no, Nikiforov will more likely devour his offspring alive than allow the new star to outshine him on the podium of cruelty, to make a revolution in the family hierarchy.

The proposal to take the place of the king in bed with Vasilisa was amused by absurdity. The bluff of the major, despite the seemingly plausible and even logical reasoning - I’m supposedly a suitable candidate for a bored spouse - brought me to the sadness and repentance of the depravity of thoughts.

I really fell in love with Vasya at first sight. From the very moment our eyes crossed on the porch of the porch, I dragged myself behind the beauty on the quiet. He didn’t allow himself too much, but he didn’t get bored in a warm bed. A married woman is a taboo, an inviolable fetus on a family tree.

“Do not eat it, you will become a kid,” the mother admonishes on one side of the room.

“As it goes around comes around, so it will respond,” the father hints at the balance of forces in nature with another.

And only my dear brother mumbles to the lips:

"On the catcher and the beast runs."

Cuckold obsession caused the opposite effect:

“Well, what kind of cattle do you need to be in order to treat your wife in such a way?” I was indignant, testing noble inspiration.

Pity for Vasya eclipsed all other feelings and above all lust. Compassion for the hostage, the jealous concubine awakened righteous anger.

The very next evening I was listening to Nikiforov’s abuse without hiding disgust.

- Fucking! Cunt unshaven! Who do you fucking need this? - yelled major. - What? Huylo! Shut your mouth!

And then:

- Yes, suck you dick!

Fussing behind the wall lasted for at least an hour. Again the slaps rang on the naked body. Vasya squealed, praying for mercy, Nikiforov swore like a shoemaker. Judging by the animal sounds, he mercilessly interrupted Vasya, not giving a break to her or herself. Two or three times in the evening was the norm for him.

However, I do not presume to judge the number of his orgasms. These were sessions, ups and downs, starting with swearing, turning into women's screams. The tragedy was completed with invariably sweetly moans of Vasya and Nikiforov's wild roar. Then everything calmed down.

Two more days passed. My evening routine is back to normal. I listened to the neighbors as people listen to the radio in the kitchen, glad that it is not here and not with me.

But suddenly something broke.

After the next session of violence, the chain dog Nikiforov, according to tradition, grumbled at Vasya, the caring babble of her voice caused a new wave of aggression on his part, well, still.

The agonizing cry of the jealous man rang along the porch:

- Slut childless!

He said something else, indistinguishable by ear, Vasya resisted, chirped like an abnormal one.

I already jumped out of bed, ran around the room. Until now, she had not fallen into hysterics, did not scream so openly.

This time, it seems, everything was serious. She stupidly put out the door. There was a clap in the waiting room, silence, twitter. Then in the next apartment they squeezed the bell. Suddenly he broke off, as if someone with a root had pulled out a wire.

I was nervous, wandered from the room to the kitchen, went to the balcony. Finally, he could not stand it and stuck to the door with his whole body, finding himself staring at the peephole.

Vasya, completely naked, stood in the waiting room, her head buried in Nikiforov's door, stretching her hands in a silent plea, as if sliding on the floor, in endless servility seeking salvation at her home and not finding proper attention.

I recoiled.

“That was still not enough!” - naked Vasya looked appetizing, immediately caused divine trepidation in all my members, including the main one, always interfering with sober thinking.

I immediately ran to the kitchen, covered my face with my palms.

Shame for someone else's spying grief tore me apart. Vasina's ass, breasts, her gorgeous body instantly turned her head, eclipsed her mind with the inevitability of happiness in the arms of the goddess. She was slim and feminine like a ballet dancer. Only when I saw her naked, I began to see clearly how Vasya was beautiful in children's flexible movements, how slender and sexy she was, like a deer released from an aviary.

“She is now there in the waiting room,” I thought. - And I can not help her! Nothing! I have no right! Nikiforov will tear me apart if he finds out that I have already seen his charm. ”

Suddenly there was an unsure short ding, and my blood rushed to the grinning face. There was no doubt in the fact that Vasya was asking me to sleep overnight. To let her seem extremely unreasonable act. Do not let - cruel. And I made a decision. Very fast, by the way.

“Be what will be,” I decided, pulling a shirt, pants and socks out of the closet. Three simple items of my simple wardrobe. I pushed them into the slot, opening the door slightly.

- Vasilisa, you get dressed, please, and then come in, - I said in a half-whisper.

“Thank you,” she accepted the offering, quickly pulled my rags over herself, and after a minute she stood in my hallway, dressed like a tomboy, a yard hooligan. Only her cap was missing.

“I am so uncomfortable,” Vasya shyly averted her eyes.

- Do you want some tea? - I decided to immediately bring down the general spirit of contradiction that prevailed between our flickering glances.

- I will not refuse! - Vasya broke into a charming smile.

I beamed with happiness. “How did she switch so easily!” - she enthusiastically praised her talent not to bother.

- Then let's go. Here are slippers - I took off my only slippers. - The floor is cold.

- What about you? - despite the delicacy of the situation, Vasya managed to flirt, to show not a lot of self-confidence in the miracle action of the female spell.

“And I have woolen socks,” I pulled my fingertips up, left them, showing how warm and comfortable they were.

- Why didn't they give me such socks? - Vasya did not let up.

She was funny! It didn’t fit in her head; she found the situation amusing.

“I have one such pair,” I said, confused.

We walked into the kitchen, the guest straddled the stool, and I began to warm up the potatoes and boil water in the kettle. It turned out that Vasya had not eaten since morning.

So it happened!

- Why do you tolerate us? - Vasya asked, throwing the leg on the leg, hugging the knee with thin handles. The scarlet boats of the manicurer began to play with overflows in the light.

“I have nowhere to go,” I grinned, sitting down next to her at the table.

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