This is not one story, this is a kind of a series of short stories, the events of which occurred within a few years. Chronology changed. I will omit the details of some moments, so as not to bore you. Also, I am inclined to philosophize, so I’ll warn you that hard porn lovers might not be interested))

Hello. My name is Zaur, and for several years now, I have been writing stories on this wonderful site. I admit, I did not expect that the writing of this story will take six months. My first story was about my wife and me. Her name is Fata. We are from a Muslim country, but nevertheless we practice swing, she became bisexual, like me.

So, let's begin

Practically each of us had spontaneously one-time sex in our lives. It could be the first counter or friend who had not seen for a long time. And the special keenness, gives impatience and concurrently bitch, who has not seen a member for a long time, and who has one thought about him, get wet pants. She is looking for him, but she is afraid. He is afraid that they will know, will show a finger. Parents turn away, they will beat a brother, and the former, and especially a lawful husband, can kill. After all, this is not a big metropolis, this is a small city where, if not everyone, but not a few people know each other.

One of the toughest alcohol events is the meeting of classmates. Now imagine sobirun people living in different parts of the world, who prepared and planned to meet, almost half a year, each time postponing a date. And so it took place. At 19:00, at the appointed restaurant began what began. I only remembered that they had brought some dish, by eleven o'clock, and that was all.

In the morning, more precisely at noon. I woke up from a headache. She was concrete. Crawling, almost in the literal sense of the word, I got to the soul. The water did not bring me back much.

I go down to the first floor. Children play in the yard, Fate speaks on the phone. Seeing me, raised an eyebrow.

- Will you have breakfast, or as always?

As always, this is when with such a strong hangover, I alone go out into the city, walk the streets, have breakfast or lunch, then return home to sleep. It was Saturday, having foreseen such a state, I gave instructions at work during the day and warned no one to disturb me.

And now I wander around the city, the benefit is that I took a pill of dipyrone, my head doesn’t hurt, but it makes me sick. I think what restaurant to heal, or rather, I choose the kitchen. Spicy (Asian or Mexican cuisine, you can and Georgian), or Ukrainian? Solyanka, lard and gorilka. I thought everything, tried to understand what pulls me more, to tekile or gorilka, well, or vodka to extreme food. You can beer with anything. All these thoughts with pictures before eyes were interrupted by a voice.

- Zaur, Zaur

I turn around. Her name is Chinara, short China. This bitch, once worked for us in a holding and was able, in a short time, to spoil the relationship with almost all of her colleagues. The last time I saw her was eight years ago. Height, about 155 cm, thin, dark. A face below average with a big nose and thin lips, a chest of the first size. That I saw her then. Now, before me stood, not much modified version. Lips, not much pumped silicone, nose operated. But overall, it was the same fear as it was eight years ago. I do not understand how with such persons, you can also be a bitch?

- Hi Chin.

But I missed you in this state, I thought

- You are not like that. What's wrong with you?

- It's ok.

Further, as usual. What do you do, where do you work, etc., etc.

A few minutes later, I was tired of chatter, plus I began to torture a hungover standpipe. Guys will understand me. Very often with a hangover, a member is a stake, a condition that I want to fuck even a kikimoru. And just such a kikimora, stood in front of me.

- Listen, I'm hungry. Maybe a snack?

That was a mistake.I just stupidly did not know that after a few glasses of wine, she would continue to talk about her problems, what ex-husband was a goat, how he hit religion, that she divorced a month ago, etc.

I silently drank whiskey. Life gradually returned. But the riser did not retreat. Plus, Chin's incessant chatter. You had to either get rid of her or fuck her.

I ordered another viskarya to finally come to his senses.

- Will you get some more wine?

- No, I don't want something

With some coquetry she pronounced

- What do you want?

- I do not know, suggest you (we have already switched to you)

- Come on, too, viskar. After the wine just right.

Not much hesitating, I decided to directly offer her to get laid. Agree to let off steam. If offended and leaves, then sit in a calm atmosphere. In both cases, I win. Although in the first ...

- Maybe something else you want?

- No thanks.

- think

I said with a grin on my face.

- What do you mean? I do not understand

- Frankly, I do not like to beat around the bush. I want you.

Not much hesitation, she replied

- So straight. You all so suggest to sleep with you.

- And what, children or something. Spontaneous sex, the most passionate and not binding.

Silence again.

- Well, just go somewhere in a place that ... well, you know. If they see.

Yes, that's so easy and simple. But I stopped wondering at something. I sometimes used this trick, but naturally, not with every woman. And secondly, if it were not, to put it mildly, no, then there would not be this story.

And so, I offered her a country hotel. In our nest with Fatey, I did not want to carry her.

Oh yeah, I forgot to write. A little more than five years ago, I bought a ten hectare plot in the countryside. We have been looking for just such a one, with tall conifers, so that the neighbors did not see the yard. He built a two-storey house, with a large studio and a bathroom on the first floor and with two bedrooms with bathrooms, on the second. Equipped his smart home system. I spent a lot of money on hidden cameras, of good quality, by the way about which, my wife still does not know. This is my fetish. This house, we built for our comfort hidden from prying eyes. It was impossible to arrange an orgy in the apartment, the hotel, you know, you can't see a married woman there. In short, purely because of mental problems, I needed such a trachochus.

The country hotel consisted of a dozen of two-story forks, with several bedrooms, bathrooms, a jacuzzi and a sauna. Fruits, whiskey and water were already on the table, as requested by telephone. Automatic, both went into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, sitting on the couch, already in bathrobes, I offered her a drink. The bitch was a bitch, but there was excitement, both in his voice and in his movements. There was some stiffness. I splashed the whiskeyman in a glass, threw a couple of ice cubes and handed it to her. With a trembling hand, she took it from me.

An hour ago, she confidently agreed to sleep with me. Apparently after the divorce, she had no one, and so it turns out that I am her second man in life. And the excitement about it. Taking two sips, she placed the glass on the table. I sat down closer, kissed her neck, then weave our lips together, put my hand between my legs, start to caress the clitoris

- Stop it, don't do it

And she squeezed her legs

- Do not you like it?

- I feel uneasy. As if the gynecologist.

- Spread your legs

- Not

I spread them out with a force, squeezed the labia not much, after thrusting a finger between them, and began to pull at the clitoris. Literally a minute later, China flowed, her legs relaxed, and spread themselves. It was very wet and I put two fingers at once in her pussy.

- Ay

- Schschschschsch, quietly - I put my tongue in her mouth. - Suck me

- I am not

Obviously did not expect such a turn

- Suck

Already raising my voice, I commanded. Instantly, she lowered her head, parted my bathrobe and put the dick in her mouth. She sucked not bad.

- Husband often sucked?

- What do you like?

I did not answer, just put my hand on the back of her head and gently pressed.

We fucked for a long time, without any ...