Once upon a time, I inadvertently promised my two readers to write stories on their order. One wanted on the topic Cukold, and the second ordered gang rape by consent. I decided not to bother with two stories, especially since I have not worked in erotica for a long time, and I soldered two themes into one narration. After all, all promises must be fulfilled, even after a few years.

The reader of "Izumka" is dedicated.

In the still waters ...

My wife and I love hiking in the mountains. For the season, we get out 10–15 times, and if there was an opportunity, we would probably go more often. But as it is. At that time we decided to go from the tourist center for the whole day and reach the third waterfall - this is quite far and already near the border itself. In the morning they gathered and set off to the mountains in a cheerful step, admiring the beauties and at the same time taking pictures of the places they particularly liked.

Having passed about 15 km, and not reaching a bit before the first waterfall, we stumbled upon a strange thing. A string was stretched across the path and a sign hung in the middle: “STAY! The passage is closed! Border zone! ”. I was a little stunned by what I saw, because last fall we quietly walked to the third waterfall and there were no difficulties. And then such a bummer. After standing a bit and discussing what they saw, we decided to continue the journey. Although the spouse hesitantly protested, but I insisted, saying that if problems arise, I will figure it out myself.

Going up the winding trail, we continued to go further and further along the chosen route. Passing by two huge boulders, we suddenly heard the command:

- Stop! Hands up!

No shit yourself! Turning around, I did not immediately see the two guys in camouflage coats, which were located in the trench holes on the sides of the path and guided their machine guns on us. I myself served and understood that it was useless to argue. Raising my hands, I tried to explain myself to the soldiers, they say, walking, and generally on what basis. Then, apparently the older secret demanded documents. But we didn’t have any documents with us, they stayed at the camp site. Tell me, well, who takes the documents with him, wandering through the familiar mountains? Not we!

- Then we will go to the outpost, - concluded the sergeant, and automatically showed the direction up the trail.

For some time I tried to prove that this was not at all necessary, and he could calmly let us go back, but the guy braced himself like a ram and I realized that it was pointless to argue. Moreover, he began to start up. At the same time, both guys stared at my spouse, except for drooling their chins. She was in a beach form, her hair was pulled together in a cheeky tail, her gorgeous breasts were partially covered with a swimsuit, her ass was wrapped in shorts, sneakers were on her feet, but on the whole her charming body was bare. So the reasons for looking were weighty.

Spitting in my heart, I began to climb the path, my wife followed me, and the sergeant closed the climb. In this order, we walked for about 20 minutes, when, at the next turn, we did not stumble into a small structure. I swear, last year he was not here, as were the thorns, which encircled the territory on pillars. Having slowed down, I didn’t immediately see the checkpoint, which was to the left of the building.

“Left at the gate,” ordered the sergeant.

And we freely entered the territory. And I really didn’t like the soldier’s grin at the checkpoint when he took a half-starved look at my half, opening doors for us and seeing off to the head of the outpost. But you can understand him, on my spouse and in the city, in a decent form, stare. The captain turned out to be quite a nice guy, with a bunch of office problems. It turned out that he could not let us go without identity cards, in an extreme case - a driver's license. He will send a request for confirmation, but when the answer comes he cannot say, holidays, summer, etc., etc.On my specific question, how long you have to wait, said it is up to two days, but do not worry where the fighters will find where to sleep and what to eat. Here I seriously prifigel. Phones are not caught, there is no connection, only the army radio, and the parents will be bent from heart attacks in two days. We called up every day. The prospect is worse than ever ... In short sailed.

The captain pulls out several clean sheets of a ballpoint pen from the table and puts them in front of me.

- Be so kind as to passport data, full address, place of work, relatives here and abroad, to you and your wife, the reasons for violation of the border restricted area. Then he takes out another sheet and stretches it to his wife and politely asks to go to the next room and write the same. I wanted to be indignant, they say it is possible and together, but my wife smiled sweetly, as she can, asked me not to worry, and the officer to show the way.

After they left, another soldier entered the door and got up, like a guard. I grunted, found a spy, and began to write. When he reached his relatives, he asked the soldier what they needed to write down for them, he referred to the order, some kind of ABS, fractions of crap, a paragraph of horror, from something there. In general, I did not bother to remember. He cursed and began, remembering dates, to write further. True, from the heart began to paint a violation of the border zone. And the chaos that our valiant defenders are doing. As they say, let them honor and put the caps in all.

I had been working for more than half an hour in the field of paper-making, when the door opened, and the captain came in, exposing the duty soldier. He sat down on a chair and, taking the sheets written by me from the table, began to read.

- Stop! - his team was distributed - how do you write? Didn't the fighter tell you how to fill out? - In his voice clearly showed annoyance at the soldier and my empathy, apparently, in vain efforts. - It is necessary according to the approved sample. Let's do it together. And already with the prompts, after scribbling the sheet, I began to write down my data, killing two or more cases for this business, in total. When I was almost finished, the last soldier looked in the room and reported that at the first request the answer came positive and disappeared behind the door. The captain sighed with relief, smiled so mentally and said that, in general, he had no doubt, but service is service.

“No offense,” he said, slightly embarrassed, and, leaning over to the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of good vodka from it. Pulling two faceted glasses from the table, he poured vodka into them and with the words: - Let's get acquainted! - handed one to me. We clinked glasses, drank and immediately ate a set plate with sliced ​​sausage. In my head, it was expectedly well.

- So, can we go? - I asked.

- No, you can not go - the border zone, you will go to your hostel! I will highlight the transport, - he said favorably, standing up.

Passing a little further down the corridor, the captain looked into the next room and unexpectedly in a warm voice asked: - Is Olga all right? I did not hear the answer. - Well, then go to the car. I spend.

When I saw my wife leaving, I glanced to ask her how are you. She shook her head reassuringly and closed her eyes, indicating that everything was normal. And we three went to the courtyard to the commander Bobby. Having put my wife in the back seat, I wanted to sit next to me, but my beloved asked me to sit in front and show the way to our cottage. I quickly took a seat next to the carrier. The captain at parting wished us a happy journey, and we set off on our way back. It turns out that last year extended the road from the back of the ridge to the outpost. And now she connected them with civilization. Turning back, I asked my spouse how she was doing.

“Things are fine, then I will tell you,” she answered with a sly smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes. I decided not to pester with questions and switched to the driver. The cabin smelled like sex. And I began to elicit, as he had with the girls. But he kept silent more, saying that there was no constant, but more random, and referring to the difficult road was completely silent.The road really forced to be extremely attentive. I switched to military service and even told a couple of episodes from my practice. So we drove to the camp site, rounding the ridge in a circle.

Saying goodbye to the driver, I turned ...