Found the lid for the pot?!

Oh! Damn, can you be more careful? - I moaned irritably. Damn, I managed to read this ad. Curiosity killed the cat, as people say, but my insatiable curiosity and thirst for new adventures brought me to this point - oh. I don’t like getting my hair cut, I like going fluffy and shaggy much more.

But no, I’m lying on my back, legs spread wide to the sides and scolding my husband for nothing. My husband, of course, doesn’t care about the heroic torment of his wife. He put a pillow under my hips, which he covered with a large terry towel, armed himself with a razor, shaving foam and with a sly grin asked, are you comfortable, dear? Twitch, relax?!

Zilch, zilch -

foam hisses. How can you relax here when they start running a razor along the delicate folds of the perineum. Then any “darling” will start to panic, what can we say about me. Although for my bosom friends this procedure is a common thing. Comfortable and stylish, some said. Glamor and hygiene were reassuring others, but I still couldn’t bring myself to subject my pussy to such a test. And why, the puzzle asks, do I need this style and glamor? If there is no lover. And the husband, the dragon, that is, the boatswain, plows the expanses of the world’s oceans for six months or more. As a result: work, home, children - the week has flown by, the weekend is the opposite: children, home, mother, and on Monday “our song is good, start from the beginning.” Wait a minute, something deviated from the topic, oh, it was not easy that carried me, to the wrong steppe.

Calm, just calm, I inspire myself and turn all my attention to my husband. The pink tip of his tongue peeks out from under his dark mustache. Afraid of injuring and damaging his and my priceless property, he diligently plays the role of an intimate hairdresser.

- Why are you fussing for so long? I’m tired of lying in this position, I’m capricious, but I don’t move, you never know the most important part will suddenly be cut off.

- This doesn’t fit into any gates. Well, impudent. My idea? - I slowly boil. And who supported it? Who exchanged photos? Who sent messages and agreed on a meeting? - Continuing to seethe with righteous indignation, I ask questions.

— Darling, don’t get worked up and look at the hairstyle I did for your pussy,” my husband reassured me, holding out a mirror.

- Mm? There are no words. Well, what kind of folk art is this? - I ask the mustachioed one, appreciating the fruits of his labor. The sight of my pussy amazed me, everything is not as sad as it could be. The neatly shaved folds looked very appetizing, the legs closed, the plump upper lips hid the clitoris, and the absence of hair on them reminded me of a tender age. I look higher... The husband began to retreat into the depths of the room, putting his hands forward in defense. He understood, the bastard, that a pillow was about to fly at him.

- Darling, at first I wanted to shave the heart, then the sign of Victoria (victory), in the end nothing came of it and settled on this very optimal option, - the husband spread his arms helplessly to the sides.

- Idiot, you should have drawn a maple leaf, - a pillow came to hand in time.

- Oh! Now the husband is dodging the cannonade of pillows, running around the room.

- Are you talking about this version? I look in the mirror, trying to imagine what the remaining bushes of hair look like. It doesn’t look like a tuft of dill, it looks more like a clump of grass cut by a lawn mower, I develop my imagination further, like the bristles of an old clothes brush, which I threw out the other day because of its unsuitability for the job, imagination has dried up. I look closely at my husband, wondering what else to say that would be so insulting and malicious... It dawned on me, sometimes it’s still useful to look closely at your husband!

— Have you tried to shave off your mustache?” I burst into laughter. Without a mustache, his facial expression is so boyishly defenseless, ridiculous, due to his deformed thin upper lip.

- Go to the bathhouse, I won’t give in to provocations anymore, dear, - I realized that the storm had passed and it was sunny on the horizon, - the mustachioed man grumbles good-naturedly. When I shaved them off, at your request, you laughed for a week and said glue it back, and the youngest son called me uncle. No, please excuse me, and I won’t think of doing such a stupid thing again! By the way, maybe shall we finish the debate and debate about haircuts and shaving and start getting ready? If you are not impressed with my hairdressing talents, then let me shave off all the remaining hair?

Ha-ha three times. No, thank you, it’s not worth it. I won’t give any offense to the remaining hairs! I rise from the bed and with my head held high, swaying my hips, I go to the shower. How do you like that? I turn around, noticing a lustful look and a mustache sticking out to the side, like a cancer’s. Yeah, did you like it? Can you rub the back in about five minutes!? - slowly reluctantly I stretch up, throw my hair back and hide in the bathroom.

I’m relaxing in the bathroom, from lying on my back for a long time in an uncomfortable position, my body is numb and responds gratefully to the warm streams of water. With smooth, lazy, slow movements of my hands I massage and gently rub my shoulders, chest, stomach with a washcloth-mitten... I wash my hair, the smell of my favorite peach shampoo... Thoughts flew away in an unknown direction, how good it was about nothing don’t think, don’t rush anywhere, but just stand under the silver streams of water, enjoying their warmth.

— Can you rub your back already?” - the husband’s voice returned from heaven to earth.

— The devil take you,” I wanted to blurt out rashly. I wash off the shampoo, rub my eyes and look at my husband in disbelief. Dressed in a T-shirt and light house shorts, under which the tubercle of an excited penis loomed, he shifts from foot to foot, waiting for approval on my part. Caring, affectionate, kind, gentle... Patiently indulgent to the whims of his wife. Well, how can you refuse him?

- It’s high time to rub your back, where have you been so late? - I drag him into the shower. He didn’t expect such a turn from his bitch wife. No, I’m not touchy, but today I was nervous, a little angry, worried about the upcoming meeting with the unknown, tense like a spring that could fail at any moment. While the mustachioed man snorts and spits out from the water, I lift my hair and use a hair clip to collect it at the back of my head. My husband puffs and diligently rubs his back with a washcloth, holding his thigh with his other hand so that she doesn’t stagger and fall, God forbid. I rested my hands on the tile, the babbling, anxious thoughts left my subconscious again for a while. Warm, cozy, gentle playful hands...

Wait a minute, where by the way are these gentle playful hands of your husband? It’s worth relaxing even for a second, losing control of reality and hello - we’ve arrived! But who cares where? The delightful anticipation of gentle intercourse, under silver streams, paints a charming picture in the head. Excitement spreads throughout the body in hot waves, rushing down to hips, to the small delicate pearl of feminine nature. I free my mind from unnecessary problems and float on these hot waves of anticipation, I surrender to the power of skillful, strong and gentle hands, I enjoy the languid moment of rising to the top of the wave, in order to then violently hiss with the foam of the surf and be carried away into the distance...

Unusual thrills from touching shaved hair folds and modesty disappeared, dissolved as a forgotten elusive shadow, giving way to growing lust. The hot tiles cool my hot chest, and my husband, kneeling down, greedily and demandingly caresses my ass and pussy. Strong hands stroke my buttocks and thighs, the tongue slides along the perineum, up and down, moistening the already wet and excited flesh. Up down. I breathe intermittently, hold back and don’t let my moans break free, I’m looking forward to when he finally stops testing my strength and stops at least for a couple of minutes at one of the two points.

But his tongue still continues to travel along the route from point A to point B. I wag my hips, stick out my ass, tremble from tension, but I don’t give up, I don’t beg, I myself am surprised at such stubborn obstinacy and remain silent. Ah, my husband’s tongue stopped at the star of the anus, and his finger on the clitoris. An enchanting explosion of emotions, long-held for a long time. moaning, requests and pleas to continue...

Slightly nauseous, this passion of the flesh demands release. This lust soars to the top of the wave, its fingers penetrate the wet vagina and trembling anus, again and again simultaneously beckoning, teasing, caressing, waves of pleasure cover me, taking away the last of my strength, taking away shame and giving pleasure. O yes! - I scream and rush into the distance towards the highest peak, towards orgasm, towards oblivion...

Reality or dream? Has the orgasm arrived!? Or am I still expecting a high wave? I shake my head, collecting the sensations and thoughts that have been lost in the nooks and crannies of consciousness. The sensations are pleasant, my husband’s hand continues to gently caress clitoris, - the brain makes a note, but I’m not sure about thoughts. Or rather, I can confidently declare their absence at a given moment in time. Since all the problems that interest me are concentrated in the very center. And no, not in the head, but much lower. The sphincter was pulsating nervously and did not want to accept my husband’s tense member. It’s understandable, indignant, unclaimed for a long period, the anus “said” a firm no, I unceremoniously direct it with my hand hot shaft in the pussy. Wow! Has his shaft gotten bigger? - the first conscious thought flashed through my head.

Although no, it’s just that from intense anticipation the penis is swollen, overexcited and requires its share of attention. I rest my hands against the wall, smoothly push back and the elastic, calloused head penetrates inside. Our hands are not for boredom, - the brain makes a note again. My husband takes up my initiative. With powerful thrusts of his hips, he confidently bursts into the leaking juices with his penis pussy. And again shameless pleasure, and again soft waves of excitement envelop my mind. What thoughts can there be? - when the head shakes from side to side, like a rag doll. When loud, frank moans and sobs drown out the sound of water, when my own “I” is lost in burning passion. The rhythm accelerates... Trembling, thirsty, demanding release, trembling husband's penis explodes, pouring out sperm. Strong trembling, high-voltage wires are singing in me, under my delicate skin, if I don’t discharge, I’ll die. A bright flash, euphoria... I take a time out, the brain makes a note and switches off.

- Honey, how are you? - I hear my husband’s timid whisper.

He ​​gently kisses his neck and tickles his earlobe with his mustache. I ignore his question. A pleasant languor has completely taken over my body and mind, there is no strength to answer, no desire to open my eyes.

— Wake up, sleeping beauty,” the demanding voice of the mustachioed man bursts into my half-asleep like an irritating chord.

— You will be in command on your deck,” I instantly turn from a sleeping beauty into an angry fury.

- So what did you ask about? - Realizing that it was not his fault, I remove the aggressive intonation, - about sex? Do, re, fa, - she sang the musical notation to her dumbfounded husband.

— What, what?” he asked.

— Do, re, fa,” I sang again. No, he didn’t understand the tender impulse of my musical soul. For the stupid, I’ll explain in detail, - insanely realistic fantasy!

— Yeah, now it’s clear and understandable, but I was hoping that an insanely realistic fantasy would happen tonight,” the husband did not remain in debt. Go get ready, get dressed, and I’ll make coffee for us. The mustachioed man wrapped a towel around his hips and went into the kitchen.

I go to the bedroom on the way, drying my wet hair with a towel. Droplets of water on my skin instantly evaporated +45 in the shade, this summer was hot and even the coolness of the night did not bring relief. It’s good that the children are with their mother at the dacha and you can walk around the apartment naked. I wanted to climb into bed, call my husband and have crazy, exhausting sex, and then lie down feeling in your relaxed body the distant echoes of orgasm, bliss and lust receding for a while. Stop, you need to get ready. It’s easy, fortunately it’s summer and there’s no need to stress about clothes.

— Darling, the coffee is getting cold, stop making faces in the mirror, wrinkles will appear, a mustachioed man’s voice comes from the kitchen.

- “You know how to give compliments,” I lash out with accusations, flying into the kitchen. Now I’ll be offended, angry and go off to meet new strangers. And about wrinkles, tell your neighbor on the first floor when you meet. All I can hear is how she’s lost weight, gotten prettier, you keep shuffling your feet. Be careful not to wear out the soles to holes, - I give advice husband. Go get dressed already, you old lecher.

Getting ready is over, on the way to the stop we went to the supermarket to do some shopping. From our table, to your table, so to speak. While my husband is catching a taxi, I nervously smoke in the shade. Suddenly, out of the blue, I remembered the children’s rhyme

— -Get vaccinated! First grade!

-Did you hear? It’s us!-

Why did I stand against the wall?

My knees are shaking..."

Sergei Mikhalkov

First grade - the first time, it was spinning in my head, this is how I will always wrap it up, twist it, organize something and like an ostrich I hide my head in the sand. And now, due to the lack of sand, I wanted to hide in the bushes and not be reflected.

— Are you cowardly?” asks the man with a mustache and adds, “the car is ready.”

- Who am I? Not in life! I’m just being careful, - I lie blatantly and get into a taxi. Oh, this curiosity, I wanted variety, new adventures, and why weren’t you sitting at home, you fool, - I mentally scold myself. Are you cowardly? - I remembered the words of my husband, - of course yes. Streams flow down my back and chest from the stuffiness and panic sweat. Now I’m stuck, I don’t want it at all. What if they don’t like us, what if we don’t like them, so many “suddenly” arose unexpectedly...Are there any answer options for the test?

— We’ve arrived,” I hear my husband’s voice.

— Is this for sure?!” I thought to myself.

— Larissa, but everyone calls me Laura, and this is my husband Mikhail,” said a tall woman with dark hair, looking at us friendly.

While the mustachioed man introduced our family and exchanged pleasantries with the hostess of the house, I quickly looked around at my new acquaintances. Yes, I found the lid of the pan! All the musical notation instantly evaporated, and the brain scanned only Morse code. Three dots, dash three dots, or simply SOS. Laura and Misha looked impressive. Tall, with a strong build without curves, Laura looked like a grenadier. She also had a uniform and leggings instead of a robe, and a gun with a bayonet and into battle, into the attack, hurray!

Barrel-shaped Misha, a sort of little bun, was spinning around her feet. Now it became clear why, when exchanging photos, they sent only those where they were photographed from the waist up and separately. Another fact became clear, their insistent desire to meet soon. How can I quickly get out of here? Misha didn’t impress me at all, and I couldn’t even think about sex with him I wanted to say something so pleasant, not offensive and at the same time meaningful, and take my leave intelligently. I launch the search program...

— Oh, let’s go to the veranda, it’s cool there, otherwise we’ll be standing on the threshold,” suggests Laura.

— Yes, let’s go, we’ve been waiting for you,” Misha supports his wife.

— After you, dear,” the mustachioed man says politely and waves his hand in an inviting gesture.

- Yeah right now, differently!

— With pleasure,” I agree. My mood, already tense in the morning, has dropped to the level of the plinth. We have to put on a good face when the game is bad. And since I didn’t manage to leave gracefully, I look for the most charming smile in my arsenal and turn off the search program.

After a few glasses of cold champagne, I felt more comfortable, although Misha’s openly staring glances were a little unnerving. I looked at my husband... Well, who would doubt it?! He sits on a chair cross-legged, puts cigarettes and a lighter on the table, his mustache sticks up, a lustful gaze slides over Laura’s strong figure, refills her cognac. Judging by the way he confidentially whispers endearments and compliments into Laura’s ear, he’s clearly in no hurry to leave, it’s not he who will have to deal with Misha, but me. So...

— Let’s have a drink,” I nervously suggest. Getting drunk to death was not part of my plans, but if I’m a little tipsy, I’ll begin to perceive the impending situation more easily inevitability. My idea was supported by Laura and the mustachioed man.

— Won’t you, Mikhail, have a drink with us?” I ask Misha, noticing his glass of mineral water.

— Sorry, I don’t drink, I have such a job that they can call me at any moment and I have to get behind the wheel,” Misha answers and looks away.

Just a minute, he looked away, his eyes are running, he’s lying. It’s not getting any easier hour by hour, either he’s a drunken alcoholic, or he’s a coded fool, I decided. In general, word for word, smack on the table, and no matter how hard I tried to delay this unpleasant moment, it still came...

After the shower, I was the very last in line for the shower, frantically clutching a large towel wrapped around my body with my hands, walking along the corridor to the sound of quiet unobtrusive music. In the middle of the room, a huge fluffy blanket was thrown onto the floor, and on it were three naked bodies. My knees trembled treacherously, I had a desire to find sand... (note: see the text above) Laura was lying on her back with her head turned to the side, my the husband sprawled on his stomach between her legs and diligently licked her pussy. The trio snorted, puffed and smacked together, or rather two smacked, and Misha, closing his eyes, diligently moved his pelvis, plunging his penis into his wife’s open mouth. I won’t say that this picture excited me greatly, but the sight of a mustachioed man caressing someone else’s crotch with his tongue tickled the already tense nerves.

— Мм,не плохо устроились,для четверых тел дивана или кровати маловато будет.Все трое оторвались от своих приятных занятий и нашли источник внешнего раздражения.

— Да,это я,а вы не ждали?И нарочно-медленно,лениво-похотливо сбрасываю на пол полотенце.Ну сейчас оторвемся по полной программе.Сейчас покувыркаемся.Где тут места в первом ряду?Шампанское играло в крови,появилось блудливое настроение.Присев на корточки целую мужа взасос,вкус другой женщины на его губах,не вызвал отвращения.Приятный,пряный запах Лоры остался на его усах.

— Развлекайся,-прошептала я мужу,отрываясь от губ,подталкивая его продолжить начатое.

Миша только и ждал этого момента,его возбужденный стояк напротив моих губ,смотрю на него снизу вверх протянув руку поглаживаю его бедра.Глядя ему в глаза меняю позу,сажусь попкой на свои пятки так удобней,и начинаю облизывать головку его члена.Усердно работаю язычком,щекочу канал,дразню уздечку,словно это продолговатый леденец скольжу губами по всей длине члена.Миша тяжело дышит поводит бедрами,явно желая завладеть ртом полностью.Возвращаюсь к уздечке,мой проворный язычок наносит легкие удары у соединения с крайней плотью.

Головка члена набухла из канала выделяются первые капли,продолжаю дразнить,нежно перекатывая в руке его яйца.На пару секунд замираю,давая короткую передышку нам обоим,и вновь яростно ласкаю его уязвимое место уже не щадя себя веду его к вершине.Миша непроизвольно толкает бедра вперед,его оргазм близок.Руки сильно сжимают мои плечи,стон вылетает из его губ и наконец происходит извержение вулкана.Горячий залп выстрелил,покрыв мою шею и грудь густой вязкой спермой.

Другой стон удовольствия раздается с боку от нас.Лора оседлала усатого и азартно скачет на его члене.Обхватив руками ее ягодицы,мой муж помогает удерживать этот дьявольски быстрый темп,который все нарастает и нарастает переходя в «галоп».На обнаженных телах блестят капельки пота,лица искажены приближающимся взрывом эмоций.Не замечая ничего вокруг,они стремятся подарить друг другу наслаждение,одновременно и слаженно работая над завершающей кульминацией.Мощный толчок бедер усатого вверх,изогнутая спина Лоры…Мужчина и женщина сливаются воедино достигая предела возможного.Дрожь пробегает по телам,удовлетворенное сладострастие разглаживает искаженные лица.Рожденный в муках похоти оргазм накрывает обоих партнеров,безумной скачки,теплой волной.

Ощущаю влажность между бедер,минуточку,во всей этой суматошной кутерьме я одна осталось без сладкого?Плюс подсыхающая сперма неприятно стягивала кожу груди.Осматриваю поле сексуальных баталий,усатый и Лора до сих пор переводят дыхание,жара,алкоголь и бурный «галоп» вывели их из строя на некоторое время,Миша тоже был в отрешенном от мира сего состоянии,не буду же я мастурбировать как дура,на глазах этой довольной троицы.Надо в следующий раз выбирать партнеров помоложе,они хоть не с дуются после первого раза,- ставлю галочку в памяти и иду в ванную.Усатый,тоже блин герой-любовник,как увидел новую игрушку,так о свой старушке позабыл.Ну,боцманюга я тебе устрою дома сладкую жизнь?!

После перекура пошли на второй заход,хоть душ и охладил злость,я решительно настроилась урвать свой кусочек пирога.Отвоевала Лору у мужа и принялась дразнить,ласкать ее разгоряченную промежность.Секс с усатым распалил ее,и она совсем не была против продолжения.Ее руки блуждали по моему хрупкому телу,белые крепкие бедра приподнимались пытаясь остановить мой язычок в своей самой желанной и так уязвимой для ласк точке,соски набухли и заострились,стали маленькими манящими требующими внимания вишенками.

Мой шустрый язычок пробегал по каждой складочке…Ой,что это было?Мир перевернулся или от жары поехала «крыша»,а Лора уже подмяла меня под себя впиваясь губами в мой клитор,то целуя его взасос то осторожно покусывая,от этих страстных поцелуев я плавилась как воск,купалась в нежной ласке подаренной ее язычком,тонула в омуте наслаждения.вид сплетенных женских тел возбудил усатого.Адреналин,кровь,коньяк все побежало по венам и устремилось вниз,создавая в паху новый узел похоти,наполняя

накачивая его член этим коктейлем.

— Ох,-разочарованно выдохнула я,когда он оторвал бедра Лоры от моих губ.

Улыбнулась Мише,приглашая его присоединиться,но он только взмахнул рукой и виновато опустил голову вниз.Глупый вопрос я задать ему не успела,Лора умудрилась,каким-то образом,снова найти ртом мой клитор.Все вопросы,а заодно и возможные ответы на них покинули мой разум,я не стала терять время и больше не сдерживала себя отдалась во власть жаркому рту,мягким губам,язычку предвкушая удовольствие.Стоя на четвереньках и прогнув спину она терзала мою киску,экспериментировала с помощью губ,языка пальцев,сосала и лизала мой клитор,пока член усатого врывался в ее пещерку,а его яйца все чаще и чаще бились о ее зад.Я впервые испытывала такое удовольствие от другой женщины…Я хочу,я не могу терпеть,я чувствую его приближение?!Долгожданный оргазм,как высокий водопад обрушился на меня и заискрился миллионами брызг…

* * *

— Дорогая послушай,пока ты спала Лора с Мишей прислали сообщение на мой телефон,-сказал усатый и поставил чашку с кофе на тумбочку рядом с кроватью.

Мм… запах свежезаваренного кофе дразнил,но открывать глаза не хотелось,а тем более слушать ту новость,которую он явно спешил мне сообщить.Удобная кровать,собственный любимый муж,кофе…Что еще надо мне для счастья?

— Знаешь,дорогой,кастрюлька мне понравилась,а вот на счет крышечки не уверена…