I silently frowned listening, not knowing what to say here.

“And if you behave with them as they themselves want,” Sasha winked, “everything falls into place!” Do not pretend!

- Bullshit!

- I answer! - Sanya picked up a pile. - Drink! I can prove, Thomas is not a believer!

I silently drank. Sasha also took a sip of vodka at once and ate.

- I can easily prove if you forgot, of course, which girls I drove to us at the institute.

- Oh, well, the institute is an institute. - I waved. - At that age, all concerned!

- Do not tell me! - Lech shook his head. - At any age, so. And any woman!

- Nonsense. - I winced. - Certainly not any!

- Ha ha ha ... Lech! - a friend laughed. - Do you want to prove it? To argue? Anyone! And anywhere!

- What is the argument? What are you going to run right now? Sleep went!

- Eh ... ssyklo! Tell me what apartment the woman is in. Only without a man, this is no time right now. And in an hour we will fuck her together!

- We do not have such. - I muttered discontentedly. - Yes, and Gon is all.

- Not. Just saying! - Sanya scratched his head. - All such. Any. Neighbors, passers-by, colleagues, wives. Even yours.

- What about-ooo? - I got up from the stool.

- I'm just for example! - Sanya conciliatory raised his hands in front of him.

- Yeah! - I sat down slowly calming down. - Fuck you what happened! Only not with my Natasha!

- Well ... I am confident of a positive result. - a friend looked very smug. “But we won't check it.”

“Even for an example,” I terribly wanted to knock off my arrogance, “from mine.” With my sure nothing would have happened!

- Is that why you think so? - with innocent look Sanya asked.

- Because because! - I wound up, and blurted out without restraint: - Maybe you can roll up to anyone, but not mine. Mine is a pathology!

- What's wrong with her? - Sanya asked with a serious look. - Is she not a woman?

- Yes, you go! - I was completely upset. - Baba. Only unique. She has a blowjob fuck interrogate. Sex only in the dark and in one position ...

- Seriously?

- Imagine this. So, not all like you think. This is for you too ... a secret. Use while I'm kind ...

- Eh Lech, Lech ... - a friend looked at me with sympathy, - one more?

- Pour it. - I immediately agreed. - Hooley Lech? And it happens, believe me!

- Well, yes ... - Sasha poured vodka. - If it was not about your wife ... I would prove that you are mistaken.

- Enough.

- 100 percent.

- Bullshit ...

- I can prove ...

- What?

- I just. You doubt, and I guarantee.

- Do not ... do not believe ...

- Argue?

- For what?

- Well ... if I can not ... with me ... 100 pieces.

- Hundred?

- Hundred. Well ... I can still put any stealing under you, on which one you will show.

- Oh, nafig ... it's gon ... nothing will come of it. What are we talking about?

- What do you risk? - Sasha smiled.

- Yes, she will throw us both out into the street, if you just go into the bedroom. This is the first.

- Well, let's pretend to you drunk. - Sasha shrugged. - If that - I'm to blame. I will leave anyway soon.

- Listen. Actually, this is my wife! - I suddenly realized that Sasha is serious. Though very drunk. “And why the hell am I doing this?”

- So what? - Sanya spread his hands. - Are you afraid that everything will change? Will she change?

- No, it is vryat. - I was not so sure of myself. - Just somehow ...

- Stop it! - a friend slapped me on the shoulder. - We that, women did not share?

- This is not a woman, and his wife!

- Yes, I did not beat her! - a friend said soothingly. - If everything works out, you will see for yourself what they need. And then ... personal life will improve, I promise! And that is not the case ... as you tell.

- Hurt, sit in the kitchen, eat vodka and dispose of my wife.

- You do not believe? No so no. I leave, and call up in the afternoon, and a hundred of yours. Actually, I will leave one hundred pieces to you in any case! Like a friend! And besides this, you will find a wench to let off steam. - Sasha was convincing and calm. - In general, I do not even insist. I just want to help you. Sex must be real!

I thought a bit: “One FIG won't work for him.And if it works? Can not be. Fuck, Natasha will kill. Although ... I was drunk ... Only now ... what if he gives ?! "

- Do not force! - suddenly burst out of me.

- Insult. - Sanya smiled.

- Look to me, Sanya ... so that everything is cultural!

- No problem.

- Then we agree: I'm the type I sleep. If she raises a scandal, you silently dress and throw yourself! Then get in touch.

- Okay. - nods Sanya. - If everything is a bunch, wake you up?

- Why wake up? - I did not understand.

- Together fuck. - calmly replies friend.

“We'll see according to circumstances,” I said, disbelieving this turn of events.

Sasha nodded, poured one more and we silently drank.

- Let's go? - Sasha got up.

- Come on. - I with effort rose.

- You go lie down, I will come later. - Sanya sided passing me through the door. - Bathroom there?

- There. I answered slowly.

- Go, lie down, I'll wake up if that. - Sanya pushed me in the back. - Right now, I will wash up only.

I stood in the middle of the corridor. And this impudent boy calmly stalked past me, unbuttoning his jeans, in front of which the impressive hillock clearly protruded.

“But this is his dick,” the thought flashed through me, “dick, which he will probably shove at your wife ...”

The blood rushed to my head. But, literally a second later, I blatantly waved it away. My Natasha surely will not allow anything like that. She's cold. And passive. I, of course, tomorrow morning, I will grab my friends like that. But then ... a hundred pieces. And the girl on the side. I did not doubt my friend’s honesty. This is a matter of principle. And the girl ... I'll think about who I want. Allochka with accounting? No ... no need at work. Well her. The whole plant will be in the know. We will skillfully handle this opportunity! And with these funny thoughts, I went into the bedroom, and lay down on the bed.

I was so carried away by my thoughts that I almost fell asleep. And he completely missed the moment when Sasha slipped into the bedroom. Turning over, I flinched in surprise. Sasha was standing by the bed in front of my wife in his shorts (jeans pulled off in advance? Self-confident.) And in a shirt, which, by the way, was not wearing it in the kitchen. The dream immediately disappeared from me and I involuntarily tensed up. Sanya stood for a while longer, and suddenly he showed me with a gesture: “die!”.

Then he extended his hand and shook my wife by the shoulder.

- Natasha! He called in a whisper. - Natasha!

- BUT? - wife awake blinked and stared at my friend. - BUT?

- Natasha ... I am sorry ... - Sasha began to diligently pretend that he was drunk.

He, of course, was not very sober ... but now I clearly saw that he was pretending to be more drunk than he was.

- Oh! - finally came to his wife who wakes her up, and she quickly closed the blanket.

- I beg your pardon, - Sasha diligently uttered words. - Could you ... something was not good for me ... tea would be ... strong ...

- Oh, yes, now, I'll wake Alexei. - Nat turned to me, and I barely managed to close my eyes.

- Yes, I woke him up already. - continued Sanya. - you excuse me. We went over with him ... have not seen each other for a long time and so on.

My wife pushed me a couple of times, and, not seeing the reaction, sighed.

- Ok, I now. Come out, I'll get dressed.

Sasha slowly, diligently swaying, wandered into the kitchen. And my wife, got up, and mumbled something with displeasure under her breath, threw on her robe and followed her. I tried not to breathe. And the dream vanished. Now I listened with all my might to what was happening in the kitchen.

At first it was quiet there, then my wife rumbled with a kettle on the hob, and then a friend’s voice was heard:

- Natasha ...

There was a pause.

- You can on "you"?

Silence again. Apparently the wife just nodded?

- Thank. - Sasha began to stir with a spoon in a glass of tea. - I can you ... Read more →