Marry Larisa was married at 19 years old for Andrew, her peer. His first and only woman was she - the tall, dark-eyed, dark-haired love of his life. By the age of 36, they already had two children, financial stability, a flat, a couple of cars, and Andrei had time to grow stout, he became phlegmatic, a kind of fat man — a kind person. What to say? Sex left the marital bed, giving way to everyday life and affection. But Larissa was still eager, more and more often on hot nights dreaming about a lover. At all the celebrations, they were always together, exuding mutual love, carefully hiding misfortune from people, portraying a couple in love.

From all of this, Larissa had nervous breakdowns, she became cruel to Andrey, imperious and capricious.

Finally, she decided that, first of all, she had to put herself in order: fitness and plastic, made her figure slim, her breasts beautiful, and her butt taut. But the lover did not appear! She began to spend even more time at work, seeking to be less at home with her husband hateful and screaming children forever. Larisa Masha’s school friend, a man’s woman, a taxi driver, watched her with interest and drew conclusions. Giving advice, not noticeably directed Larissa to same-sex love. Once having embraced a hot kiss on her lips, Larisa, shyly pulling away, pretended as if nothing had happened. Now she began to ponder over it, however, doing nothing, but Masha looked at her with enamored eyes in anticipation of the day when the ripe apple would fall into her hands.

From all of this, Larisa put on a cross and began to pray, to attend the church of God, hoping to save the soul in the heat of bodily suffering.

She was appreciated at work, spending her time at the computer all day long; she resolved any issues with suppliers and customers, working for two. Becoming not replaceable assistant chief.

Of all the staff, she sympathized most of all with Peter Ivanovich, an inveterate bachelor of 50 years. He, observing her metamorphosis, having no small experience in dealing with women and understanding the cause of her sorrows, sympathized with her. In addition, because of the great difference in age, he treated her slightly paternal. And Larisa liked it.

Late evening lit the lights on the empty parking lot. Only two cars Ford Peter Ivanovich and Larisin Mitsubishi froze in anticipation of the owners. Today they stayed on duty. Petr Ivanovich thought about Larisa, unceremoniously examining her, not reacting to her indignant, interrogative views. Finally, he read in her eyes: well, if you want, take me.

The warm summer night rustled the dense foliage of the trees absorbed in the Darkness disposed to conversation.

Petr Ivanovich and Larissa stood at the open window.

- You work so hard, Larisa, there are more interesting things in life. In the end, you are married, your husband earns enough.

He considered the curl of hair in the little ear.

- Larisa, looked into his eyes.

- I understand you, you are so beautiful, what a pity ...

Unable to restrain himself, hugging his waist, he kissed her plump, sweet lips.

She closed her eyes, taking the inevitable, firmly hugged him by the neck and pressed herself against him, replying with a kiss for a kiss. He carried her into the room, laid her back on the table. He pulled down his pants, hesitated for a moment. Her pants with panties flew from his hands into the corner. Covering her eyes, she clung to the edge of the table with varnished nails, her hair, breaking free, scattered on the table. A second later, a sturdy trunk entered it. Gasping in amazement, she took it in herself. My husband was smaller and thinner. Peter Ivanovich, throwing slender legs on his shoulders, quickly - quickly moved in it, massaging his slippery clitoris with his finger. From this, Larissa, who did not know such caresses, did not know what could be so good, rolled her eyes, trembled on the table like a caught fish.

For a second, frozen, he, having finished, slowly left her. Droplets of semen flowed from the pink vagina. Leaning down, he gently kissed her, dragged her onto the sofa, sat her on his knees, and began, freeing herself from the remnants of clothing, to caress the resilient chest, to kiss her dark nipples. Embarrassed, Larisa blushed, covered her languid eyes with long eyelashes, quietly exposing the intimate corners of her body to the lips and arms of an excited male.

Soon, Peter Ivanovich wanted her again. Now, putting her stomach, Larissa, who was glancing at his cock on a cold table with caution, approaching her from behind, he, having slightly moved apart the round buttocks, entered into her. Sliding nipples on the table, Larisa froze, closing her eyes. He slapped his thighs on warm buttocks, then stopped, began to train her.

Two short shocks, the third long, until it stops and turn the booty, two short, deep and turn. Trembling with pleasure, Larisa, under the firm paternal hand of Pyotr Ivanovich, diligently moved her booty, invigorated with resounding slaps. Holding his hips, he turned the stiffened dick in a burning, ready to explode vagina.

“So you must understand,” Petr Ivanovich drank with his bosom friend in his kitchen: In front of them stood a bottle of brandy, and some snack.

- You must understand, Misha, I did not want this, but it happened. I'm a dog. Male dog Every day she is there - here, in front of my nose, there - here. How could I restrain myself?

Misha, knocking over his glass, smiled.

- She is married, and even at work, and even in one room. Why do I need it?

- She's beautiful?

- Beautiful, Misha, and chest and butt and legs, hair, face, too, completely. Pussy narrow, not used for a long time. Fucking shivers.

He missed ryumashku, smachno dug into lemon.

- It would not be beautiful, I would not want her, you know me.

Misha smiled in response.

- I know you, I know you.

- Yes, she is not trained at all, except for her husband, she had no one. And he has no one but her. I call these married virgins. She has experienced a real thrill of my dick. The husband does not have it at all. Cool to her. Why do I need such a novel? I have Annie, and Klava visits. God forbid, she will fall in love with me!

- Misha looked with interested eyes with alcohol.

- And look at her?

- Here is a photo.

Petr Ivanovich rather watched Misha, who looked at the photo with interest.

Saturday summer morning invigorated by the cool breeze. Larisa was driving out of town. Husband with children left for the weekend to his beloved mother, she was free! Peter Ivanovich invited her to the cottage of his friend. Thinking about the upcoming meeting, she paused, remembering not a long evening and long-awaited sex.

An hour later, the car was cooling off on a lawn near a country two-story house.

To her surprise, in addition to the long-awaited Pyotr Ivanovich, she was met by the owner of the house, Misha, a tall, athletic blond with blue expressive eyes, 40 years old. Larisa, dressed in a swimsuit and a short robe, hurried along with them.

Peter Ivanovich imperceptibly approvingly nodded to Mikhail at the shaking round muscular booty and trembling Larissa with strong breasts, hurrying to the water.

After swimming and sunbathing, they drank martini, admiring the summer day. Turning away from Mikhail, who had peered into the distance, Petr Ivanovich quietly kissed her, and whispered something in his ear, drew him into the bedroom, leaving wet marks on the stones heated by the sun.

At the big bed. Larissa, standing on tiptoes, faithfully fell to his lips. Pulling the rope, he freed it from the top, feeling hard, elastic nipples. Then came the turn of narrow panties. Touching his tongue with his tongue, Peter entered his bottom with his finger, skillfully caressing his pink pussy.

Tearing herself away from the hot embraces, Larisa slipped into bed, Peter Ivanovich threw a hard pillow on the bed, like an inclined prism and, taking Larisa for thin ankles, put a round booty on her. From this pillow her legs were widely divorced.Catching them under her knees, for the first time, she bashfully bared for another man slightly covered with light ...