Well, everything is like that bearded joke and it was, one to one, e-my, shit!

I returned from the flight a day earlier. From a pier to each wheelbarrow docked. I ring, I ring at the door - no one unlocks it. I had to drop an army trunk from my shoulder, to look for my own keys, which are almost at the very bottom!

I unlock the door, in the apartment there is silence, I hear only - in the shower the water is noisy - my wash means, and in the hallway of sneakers other people, well, obviously not mine, fact, shit!

Well, I'm a calm man, with understanding. I know, if a lover, it is only in the closet or in the shower. I don’t have a place to hide at my house anymore, and you can’t move from the balcony - the 17th floor, na!

I’m so, this, calmly unlocking the doors of the locker: I’m standing, the passenger, fucking, what the mother gave birth to, holding onto the pipe.

“Che,” I say, “are you doing here?”

- In the tram food! Do not you see?

And the passenger is humor! This I immediately appreciated.

- Well, climb out, - I say, - arrived. The ultimate. Sram, on - cover, there is nothing for me to swing my arch-barking dick. - Towel extended to him. He took it, he himself pretends to be calm, he keeps everything under control, but he himself is tense, I immediately smelled it. The trick is waiting - when you surreptitously strike a blow. But only I am a good-natured man, although my face is consistent with my school nickname - Barmalei. They even tried to call me after the army — yes, it didn’t stick!

- Let's go, - I say, - in the kitchen, a passenger, we will drink chacha, the guys from Abkhazia brought me five liters. There and talk, how much.

He sat opposite me. I poured grapes brew into glasses. On the first startled. He drank - not frowned, norms, fucking!

He sits, his eyes buravit, I him. Nervous, nodules walk, muscles on tits twitches, and his figure is beautiful, muscles pumped up, raised, no wonder, that my Barbie fell under him. Scandinavian tattoos on biceps. On the wrist is a massive gold bracelet. Not a poor little boy. Sits, squeezed fists, a wedding ring on his right hand, but this is interesting, fuck, married chtol, or so, for a farce pinned?

I poured the second. Lip chewed and overturned silently. He repeated after me.

- How long have you been with Lenka?

- decently.

- Do you like it?

- Like!

- Do you love her?

- I do not know. Maybe.

- So get married then.

- She won't. Loves you

- Yeah! Loves! Just why did you fall under the flight, I often go to the flight?

- Yes, from this! Alone to her.

- And what's your wife doing to you?

“I don't love her.”

- Divorce?

- What for?

“Hm,” I thought, running my fist into the short hedgehog of hair. - Well, if so, then now together we will love my wife! Well you do not mind? You like her, you, apparently, too. I'm not a heartless brute, to hinder your happiness, however, according to the law, I also have to put my dick in her hole. How do you like this, huh?

He kept silent, only the bumps walk.

- Are you silent? Well, pour it then, and Lenka, for passion, - I put another glass on the table, - and I’ll go hurry, or something is washed for a long time!

I got up and went to the bathroom. He knocked lightly on the door, the water was no longer noisy.

- Linen? Come out! Do not be afraid! I hung out with your friend already.

Immediately the lock clicked, and the frightened cute face of my pupa appeared. Light platinum curls hang down to the shoulders (dry, and not even wetted), blue eyes glisten, and look tears from them flooded, that in your anime, fucking, long eyelashes clap, sponges - a la Angelina Jolie - tremble, well It did not go without silicone or botox, I dick understand these subtleties, she wanted, that pumped up, but I did not mind, the dough just fell off, all the same for her, my dear! A fly over the lip, like Madonna’s, but this is her own, birthmark - generic.

- Would you forgive me? - squeaked in a thin voice.

- Yes, I'm not angry! Well I am a man with understanding! I know that without sex for a long time unbearable. Come, have a drink, discuss the current political situation!

Uncertainly, she went to the kitchen, in a hastily silk robe thrown over a still wet naked body.I trailed behind, licking her figure. What can you say? She has very little mind in her head - a typical “blonde” (no offense is said to women with blond hair), well, at least she knows how to cook well, but the figurine is aerobatics. Well, I married her five years ago because I got married. I got used to me all the best was. A contract when in the Pacific Fleet he served as a boatswain, came to his native city, and immediately went to the dances, and there she was, like a teat, and the jerks were spinning around her! Well, I had to overclock the punks, and she said, "Why, they say, are you offending my classmates?" I say, "How old are you?" Replies - "Eighteen ... will ... soon ... in three months." Well, I screwed up her, restaurants, flowers, cars, gold, fucking! When the money was! She was only 18 knocked, the wedding was played, for me it was over 30, it was time to settle down. True, I was discouraged, do not get married, they say, but only where there. As I saw her little figure, yes, my face, I forgot everything. Fell in love, fucking! That's it. Such, na, history!

Lenka sat at the table from the side, between us, but I shook my head.

- You sit on his knees sit down, sweetheart, what could it be, and I can see if this is real or not?

- Stas, do not ...

- Do what I command! - I looked at attention with a look that is better not to disobey, and Lenka obediently went to her young lover.

And you know, fucking, it is tempting to watch when a foreigner paws your woman in your presence, especially when you guess or know that she is cheating on you. I have already dick in shorts tense when she approached him.

The passenger didn’t do it at first, but she almost climbed onto his knees by force, and she also hugged her neck. Accepted the rules of my game, loaf!

- Well, duck and drink it would be necessary, and you, dear, even if it introduced us.

- Stas, this is Andrew. Andrei, this is Stas, - she said softly through her teeth.

- Well, Andrew, keep the dick cheerful! - I winked at him. - Be healthy, tramp! - I drank. Chacha was already pleasantly drunk, although in order to get drunk thoroughly I need to master more than one liter!

I looked and our passenger relaxed, hop and spread on him, and felt, a vagabond, that there was no danger from me, at least this time - no.

- Invented! - I so cheerfully cheraknul fist on the table, that my little lover did not fall! - Come on, Andryukha in her arms to fight! ArmRestle, fucking. Whoever wins will be the first to fuck our beauty! I agree?

Our guest was a few words, said nothing. But since he did not refuse, fucking mean, I agree.

I got up, the table across the kitchen unfolded.

- And you do not want to ask me? - this is suddenly my voice gave.

- Why ask you? You made your choice! Baba either gives or does not give. A man either takes or does not take. And nothing else, fucking! Point! Not us so wound up. Have you given both of us? Mean now and everyone can take on the right! Here only we will deal with the sequence! And you, while you bite at least slash! Your husband actually came back from the flight, probably hungry, eh?

My freaked out, with a lover jumped off, seeded to the table top, inflated lips. Worth cutting something. I went up, the robe on the buttocks pulled up,

- Look, - I say, - Andryukha! Sraka - the highest class, eh? I respect your taste and choice. - Attached lightly on the buttock of the palm (uprrrrugaya, fuck!), Even without a swing, but the slap turned out to be delicious, and the red five on white skin remained!

No, you do not think that I am a sadist, I never touched my wife and didn’t touch a finger, and she likes it when I slap her on the ass, well, I just have a heavy hand, so now ...

I removed the bottle and glasses from the table. Himself at the table sat comfortably. Elbow on the table uper, fingers spread. My opponent got close, also sat down more comfortably, stuck his elbow in the distance, also spread his five-sided, drunken look, but not blurred into me ...