as it happens in such cases, either she counted incorrectly, or did it on purpose (which is most likely), but exactly nine months later I met her with flowers and our parents near the maternity hospital, happily crying with happiness: first grandchildren, after all .

When I learned about Vika’s pregnancy, I didn’t panic, but I didn’t jump from happiness. After thinking carefully, I decided that it was even for the better. It's time for me to settle down, start a family, children. Still, already for thirty years, good work, home, car, and even parents have long eaten a wedding. On Vika for her cunning method of evil did not hold. The girl is young, not stupid, and then a rich man turned out to be, by her standards, a man, albeit not handsome and older than her for fifteen years, but kind and hard-working. And she herself turned out to be an easygoing woman, cooked well (so that I gained seven pounds of weight and got a solid tum), cleaned the house, nursed children, but didn’t run herself: I bought her a trainer and other crap for the figure. She also took the car, b / w Peugeot, but she did not go often, only to her mother or in great need. In general, the first two years we lived, did not hurt. I would not call our couple passionate lovers, but this is even for the better. Such a relationship, as a rule, burns brightly, but quickly goes out. We had quarrels and reconciliation, just like everyone else, but on the whole our family could be called exemplary. And then came the very day, the first day of my vacation. First leave in two years.

In the courtyard, I must say thanks to my superiors, it was not the sunniest month - November. Having looked through the bright booklets, we stopped at the Emirates. It's already cool in Turkey, I've been to Ebipt, Thailand and India are far away, but Dubai is the most important thing. They decided to leave the boys to grandparents, let them breathe the small village air. Yes, and we need a break from the ever-screaming children. They were only a joy to grandmothers, they almost fought for the right to be the first to nurse the grandchildren, Granddadies also did not mind.

We settled, of course, not in the “Burj al Arab”, but the “Burj Khalifa” was not yet built, but also in a good four-star hotel. Resort life flowed its course: beaches, shops, quad biking and other delights of the Emirates. Vika there literally blossomed. After a tedious home life, she broke off in full: she sunbathed, bathed, shopped in boutiques, danced in discos. With her juicy body in revealing outfits, she always produced just a sensation. The men did not reduce their greasy views from her and were drooling, but Vika did not allow them anything extra, showing everyone an expensive wedding ring. Only a slight flirtation that gave rise to stormy explosions of jealousy in my chest. But after these explosions, our sex in a hotel room was particularly passionate, the best in all the years of marriage.

After returning home, in the gray days, I once again plunged into work, but Vika seemed to be replaced. She was less and less often preparing home-made homemade yummy, buying ready-to-cook foods, the house slowly overgrown with dust and cobwebs, the lawn turned into weeds, the children increasingly visited their grandmothers. Yes, and in bed everything became even more boring and dull. Increasingly, she stuck in her tablet, corresponding in social networks. I suspected adultery.

Glory to the great and mighty password “QWERTY”, the coder from it is very bad, and I easily hacked her accounts in social networks, reading the letters of the faithful.

In addition to the real account of Victoria Murashova, which she practically did not visit, she registered under one more name: Vika Yagodka.

“Fucked up, how original!” - I think. But I really am not amused.

She put some anime labudeni on the avatar, the profile left almost empty. Well, let's get down to the most interesting thing, the flesh itself: personal correspondence. What is there with us?

So-sss ...A couple of stupid drocherov, quickly sent to the foot erotic journey, spammers ... And here he is! Account left, but with a few real photos. I recognize him, this is Tigran, our hotel neighbor in Dubai! In the future, he is just “T”, and Vika is just “B.”

Not two days after the arrival from the warm seas before the start of their correspondence.

Q: hi tigran is you

T: hi I am and you are that dick from Dubai

Q: yes I am

T: show on photo

Q: here (throws the self-made selfie on the background of our, our, bitch! Bedroom)

T: it's you at home

Q: yes

T: you're alone

B: with children

T: kagda adna will be

Q: I do not know

T: show tits

B: I can not

T: why

Q: shy

T: show how to tagda in the hotel

B: I can not

T: you promised

T: ay

T: Vika where are you

T: pakazhi

T: please

Q: throws a photo in a bra without a face

T: naked pakazhi

T: where are you

T: pakazhi

Q: so? (Vika’s big tits are familiar to me in the frame)

T: harasho

I turn off the smartphone, breathing heavily, there is no strength to read from anger. That's because the bitch! I remembered this Tigran. We flew with him and his numerous family back and forth. He also threw unequivocal views towards my Vicky, but did not stand out among the crowd of others. Young, under thirty, but already four children and a grumpy scary wife. Younger, more beautiful and prettier than me, of course, but also not Apollo. Dump, called, his wife at the resort! Brought, then in people! I finish my coffee and read on.

Q: how are you

T: atlichna

T: pussy pussy

Q: you already saw

That is because the creature, and showed him his pussy! Looks still there, in fucking Dubai! And I built myself a touchy!

T: pakazhi

T: well

Q: you just need it

T: no, I gave you earrings. Cale gave you linen.

T: remember

T: pussy pussy

Q: here (throws his shaved crotch)

T: harasho

T: kagda see you

Q: I can not yet children are always at home

T: sleep them ulazhi

Q: I can not

So she fucking can't! So! Children, it turns out, interfere! Creature! Whore! Litter!

T: a kagda

Q: I will send the children to my grandmother and write

T: ok

Further, nothing interesting, just boring requests from Tigran and silence offline from Wiki. Several days pass and the correspondence resumes.

V: hi

T: hi daragaya

In: children have mother-in-law

T: you wait for me

Q: yes, but I'm worried

T: don't fall for it all will be fine

Q: show it

Tigran throws a photo of his standing "Highlander". I, frankly, very much feared monstrous size. But no, everything is quite modest for itself, maybe only a little more than mine, and even that is not a fact. Is that darker, more carefully shaved and instead of a white puz in the background a flat hairy belly.

I caught myself thinking that I was carefully considering someone else's standing dick. And I even like it! And from the thought that this swarthy bloated cock fucked my pink, tender and fragrant pussy of my Vika, which I liked so much to lick, which gave birth to my sons, my cock, imperceptibly for myself, suddenly blew out a rather big mound on the pants, right under the worker the table!

What is this happening? Why did it suddenly my righteous and noble anger against the unfaithful wife have had such a stunning effect on me ?! No, this is just some kind of obsession! Now I read more, get angry stronger and everything as a hand will remove.

Q: what a big one! (Bullshit!)

T: want it

B: very

T: pasaesh

Q: yes

T: husband kagda Verna

B: after 8

T: I'll be there for an hour

Q: only our neighbors are more careful with our neighbors, everyone knows everyone

T: don't make a fool.

The correspondence ends again, only a couple of messages from Vika asking if he will soon arrive and asking to be more careful with the neighbors.

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