Lera 7

- Saan, I can not choose ... I almost want everyone ... And what do you think? - Lera began to tease her husband for a T-shirt.

- Foo, to the foot. Av-Av

- Well, who would doubt, eh? His wife on the chain is ready to plant. At the door on the mat sleep put. Maybe even, and wear a muzzle?

- Yeah. Without fail. With a cork, such. And so that the mouth does not close. Imagine, took out the cork, lowered it, closed the cork. Beauty. And most importantly, quiet.

- And are not you afraid, I can nibble what I can?

- No, Ler is not afraid, you yourself will be sorry. The item is useful.

- Sorry. - Lera ruffled her husband's hair. “Okay, answer the woman.” She is by no means the only one, well, at least from female solidarity.

The answer came in just five minutes. He was very concise, the phone number and the phrase "Waiting for a call."

Lera picked up her mobile phone and climbed onto a sofa with her legs and dialed a number.

Sasha turned to his wife and prepared to listen. All these games excited him incredibly. Why, he himself could not understand.

- Alla ... Yes, you sent me this number ... Yes, I ... Pixie ... But, you can call me Lera ... Yes, Tamara ... Very nice ... I listen to you .. Yes, of course, we can meet ... Are you in a car? ... Oh, a taxi ... Well, let's drive up, metro station "Chertanovskaya". There is a shopping center at the entrance, a cafe on the second floor ... Yes, there I will wait for you ... In an hour, is it convenient for you? ... Agreed.

Lera put the phone aside and looked at her husband.

- Are you with me. Sit at different tables. She wants to meet and talk.

Sasha nodded.

An hour later, Lera sat at a table and sipped coffee in small sips, occasionally squinting at her husband, who was sitting at the counter and insolently flirting with the bartender, not forgetting to sip his beer.

No, Lera knew that her hubby was a hidden drunk and a womanizer, but that would just like that, shamelessly glue some kind of vulgar girl, right when the wife was alive ... No, she did not expect this from her husband. And it would be okay if the girl got a pretty one, or else she was terrifying ... like an atomic war. A pound of plaster, and that look will crumble, wrinkles around the eyes, lips swollen, I suppose all night sucked some Khachik. No, such her Sasha is definitely not a couple. She will pick up her husband's mistress. This nahalki, even the ring is not.

Pointing her husband from under the table a clenched cam, Lera began to sort through her friends.

- Hello. Are you Lera?

Opposite Lera was a woman of about thirty-five, a short, slightly higher than Lera herself. She was dressed in a dark blue trouser suit, which favorably emphasizes her figure. And to emphasize was that. A bit plump, but mostly in the right places. Thick black hair, hazel, almond-shaped eyes, in general there was something oriental in her, but not clearly, but slightly perceptible.

Lera nodded and again squinted at her husband.

In, a doggy dog. Drool almost to the floor, he is poor Tamara section right in the hall.

But what a nuisance in the eyes of this cheap professional mesh.

- I'm Tamara, let me sit down. - A woman sat on a chair opposite Lera.

Lera gestured to the waitress. A pretty Asian girl came to their table and put a menu on the table.

- Tamar, you, what will?

- Tea. Girl, do you have ginger?

- Of course. Anything else?

Tamara shook her head.

- Two ginger teas please. - summarized Lera.

Five minutes later a pot-bellied ceramic teapot and two cups stood on the table.

- So, Tamara, I'm listening to you.

- Lera, the fact is that my husband and I have recently started to have some problems ... Well, of an intimate nature ... Well, you understand.

- Not really. Is the problem in you or in it?

- In it ... And in me. He became somehow inactive, or something ... I want to stir it up, but it does not work. Well, and myself ... I want to try a diverse ... Well, you understand ... And I don’t want to change ... I love it. Venechka, he is good, kind, but ... And I after all feel. He also wants something, but does not say ... I probably explain it in a messy way.

- Well no.I understand you perfectly. I, too, love my husband, but I want to sleep with other men. So, you Tamara, I understand perfectly. What's the problem?

- I thought of everything. I will introduce you to my friend whom I met at the fitness center ...

For ten minutes, the ladies enthusiastically discussed the plan of corruption of Veniamin Sergeyevich Sokolsky, a teacher at a Moscow university.

When the insidious plan was approved in general terms, Tamara asked.

- Lehr, how uncomfortable to talk about it, but still, how much will I owe you?

- Tamar, to be honest, I immediately liked you. I want to offer you a barter. I will sleep with your husband and with you, of course, and you will seduce mine in response. If you like it, you can stir up MZHMik. And maybe some other options. How do you like my offer?

Lera's phone is melodiously trenknu saying that a fresh SMS has arrived.

- Excuse me, Tamara, I will look there ...

“There are customers. On thursday. Call back urgently. I need to answer them. With love, Semyonich. ”

- Tamar, sorry again ... I need to urgently call back, this is fast.

Tamara nodded absently.

- Alla ... Semyonitch, I can't talk for a long time now, so let's do it briefly.

- Hello Lerusik, Sunny. In general, so four men. Two regular, solid customers, they have their own nehily business, men with a bubble, and not greedy. I loaded them with a twenty, they immediately agreed. The other two of their partners, the deal is washed, there is no black. What do you say? I urgently need to answer. It hangs on my pipe. I praised them for you. They do not take anyone.

Lera thought for a moment.

- Agree. Thursday. In what time?

- Watch at half past five roll up.

- I will.

Lera turned to Tamara.

- Sorry again ... So, how do you like my proposal?

- A somewhat unexpected offer ... But, you know Lera ... I agree ... Phew ... As I dived into a cold river ... I’d still take a look at your ... Maybe you have a photo ...

- Photo, there is ... Taak, where I have it here ... Favorite ... Here, it turned out well ... And most importantly in all its glory, without portholes ... Admire the handsome man.

Lera handed Tamara her phone. She began to look intently at the image on the screen.

- There you can increase ... Details.

Tamara nodded and enlarged a fragment of the image that interested her.

- And nothing, so ... Interesting man ... And not jealous?

- To you, no, you have your own ... But to that painted proshmondovka, it’s very ... Let me think of it, goat’s ... Admire, Tamara is a miracle of nature, writhing like a lovelover Fool ... No, Tamar, you do not think, he is good, homemade ... Cucumbers loves ... With yogurt ... Strawberry.

- A strange combination ... Unusual.

- And I have Sasha, the big original.

“So, Tamara, when will we start?”

- And when is it convenient for you?

- Tomorrow, an hour from seven, after work. Just tell me the address.

The next day, after work, Leroux was taken by Sasha.

- So, we agreed to meet at the subway. - Lera began to look out for Tamara in a crowd of scurrying people. - I do not see, SchA will open the door.

Tamara answered the call immediately, and a minute later went to the car. Opening the door, she sat in the back seat.

- Hello, Tamar, meet this is my husband Sasha. And this, Tamara.

- Very nice to meet Sasha. - The slight hoarseness in Tamarin’s voice caused Sasha to tremble pleasantly in all his limbs. In all ... He could not resist and turned to the woman. The first thing that caught my eye, no not eyes. Chest. Tamara was wearing a black fitting dress with a rather impressive neckline. And there, in this amazing neckline, two tightly pressed to each other shook ...