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Almost casual acquaintance led to the fact that Andrei had a friend by correspondence. Who would have thought that the usual communication on the forum would lead to the fact that first Andrei poured out his soul, and after that, in general, he agreed to go on a visit to a new friend. It is difficult to say exactly what influenced this decision. For Andrei, it was strange for the new people who had a hard time to discover that he could tell Vitaly practically all the intimate details of his life with his wife. However, Vitaliy did not stint sharing his life stories. In psychology, this is called the traveling companion effect, when with casual acquaintances in a train compartment they share such secrets that they have not told anyone before. Here and there, people living three thousand kilometers from each other and not obliged to each other, shared with each other their secret experiences and even photos of their wives.

Vitali was married to a woman who had already seen a lot in life and even found her with another lover. Of course, it didn’t do without scandal, but he treated it quite philosophically. “One member more, one less. Nothing terrible happened. ” Or maybe he so convinced himself. Who knows. But the fact remained that he lived with this woman and didn’t particularly think about whether his wife had new lovers. However, the youth of both was stormy, the wife did not hesitate to share with her husband that she tried lesbian caresses and participated in group sex. Yes, and Vitali could not count how many women managed to ride on his process.

Andrei was different. His wife Olya got him a girl. A quiet and peaceful family life passed almost without scandals and jealousy scenes. None of the spouses ever gave the slightest reason to suspect a partner of infidelity. Peace and quiet. Here are just a balding Andrew, who overtook the middle of his life, more and more tired of gray everyday life. I wanted shocks, sexual orgies, and strange as it may be with my wife. Yes. Despite the many years spent together, he still loved his Olga. Of course, he drooled at young girls, but if you really let go, it was only with his wife, he thought. And here was the main problem. Olya did not even want to hear anything about her husband’s fantasies. She considered herself a very virtuous woman in the eyes of Andrew, and in no way wanted to descend from a good wife to something indecent.

It was here that there was a split in opinions, corresponding with Vitaly and Andrey. Vitaly, was just sure that while Andrew wanted to incline his devout to debauchery, she quietly jumps from member to member outside the home, and continues to play the role of an exemplary spouse at home. And the wolves are fed and the sheep are whole.

"... well no. She could not. If you would, I would know. And simply, I told her many times that I would not mind if she slept with someone. She does not need this, ”Andrei resented resentfully.

“That's what you say now. And if I knew about real treason. Maybe it would start to follow, or to arrange scandals ... she needs it? And so she and can walk, and in the eyes of her husband, girl pripeochka. Do you know that according to statistics in cities, about the same number of women and men changes? About 70%. Throw away the monsters that no one wants to fuck and sick patients on the head of women, so it turns out that every more or less cute aunt is at least somebody, but he is tired. I saw a photo, your handicap will give a hundred points to their fat classmates.Watching yourself, you think trying for you? He buys new, beautiful linen, and at home does he sleep with you in a comfortable HBshny? ”Vitaly retorted, driving Andrew into meditations.

And here Andrei unexpectedly admitted that the very idea that his beloved one could be fucked by some other man turns him on wildly. He, as soon as he presents it, the member smokes with excitement.

However, despite such different family values, the men became friends, and when Vitaly offered Andrei to come on holiday to sunny Kyrgyzstan in the summer, Andrei discussed this with his wife, took the heirs to his grandmother and went with his wife towards the southern sun.

The meeting took place at the airport. Olya turned her head, having fallen into an unfamiliar country with a lot of dark-skinned people with Mongolian features. Maria wrinkled her nose, in every possible way making it clear that she was still offended by her spouse, because he simply put her in front of a fact without even discussing the arrival of her guests with her. Vitaly tried to impress the hospitable host. And Andrei kept looking at Mary, trying to understand how a woman can do well for a thirty, and with two children can stick up her chest. There were no signs of underwear under the thin T-shirt, but the boobs were sticking with nice poured balls the size of a C grade. In addition, bright red hair burned in the heat of the hot sun. “Redhead, beztyzhaya” - remembered Andrew, as a friend dubbed his wife. Olya was a blonde. The rest of the women were very similar. Both, rather miniature than average height. Both children are not made fat, only the hips are rounded. And even the voices were similar.

By the way, both men were like each other. Tall, but not becoming stately. Signs of sedentary work were on both. Andrei gave out a beer belly, and Vitaly slouched. In general, it was impossible to call both men handsome. True, if Andrei was still bald, then the short-haired Vitaly looked a little younger. Although why look? He was younger by as much as five years.

Of course, the first evening was not without alcohol.

- For the meeting. For a good rest. As usual, for love ... Toasts were poured for toasts, as well as alcohol.

- Not in Khilo in Russia they thump, - thought Vitaly, - To the march the reserves run out, but to them that. It is necessary for the additive to run.

The last thought he voiced. Andrey volunteered to conduct. On the road, drunk men returned to the same topic:

- I checked everything. I picked up the password from my classmates, I studied the phone, I even watched it. Mine is not walking, I'm sure. It's just your winners, so you convince everyone around you that all women are.

Vitaly, just as convincingly bent his line, but how to prove to a friend that his Olya is the same as everyone, he did not know. Learning the views of drunken Oli can not be sewn to the case.

- Listen! I have a paraglider friend. Come tomorrow to him. Let's run your Olka with him. He is a man of the left. Show off in front of him is not necessary. She also will not say that I know him. Let him try to roll to her.

While Andrei thoughtfully pondered the pros and cons of such a proposal, Vitaly had already dialed the phone:

- ... Yes, elegant lady, I tell you. All with her. You yourself said that after a good flight, chicks in a pre-orgasmic state land. What time are you on the mountain? Oh kay Tighten up If that, do not redeem yourself that you know me. Come on!

“In the extreme case, we just fly,” he summed up to Andrew.

In the morning, all woke up hard. While hung over and had breakfast, the heat started. We decided to otkisnut until the evening in the pool. The mountain hit only in the evening. Masha refused to go, citing the fact that there are household chores.

Paragliders were put on stream. On the mountain and under the mountain there are groups of people who want to enjoy the flight and have already felt the beauty of soaring. Two tandems soared up and down again and again soaring smoothly to the foot. Some lucky ones were lucky. A rising flow picked them up and then they floated for a long, long time. The paraglider was getting small, like a bird, and only the cries of satisfied or frightened passengers made the people sitting below to enviously talk, “I’d like that.”An SUV cruised between the base and the mountain, raising paragliders and passengers to the mountain. The master of all this ...