You won’t guess why I’m calling my husband. If you thought it was going to bed, you were wrong. You can’t drag him there that easily. Everything is much simpler. I dye my hair. My husband has been nagging me about this for a long time. He wanted to have a blonde wife. I didn’t agree to the blonde, it was too radical. But lighten your hair, why not? I don’t go to the hairdresser for this reason, it’s a pity to waste time. The procedure is not complicated: I paint the front myself, and I involve my husband in the back. So now I’m calling him, but I can’t get enough. But here he is already comingI look in the mirror, trying to determine if it turned out well. Seems not bad.
“Martha, don’t you want to change your hairstyle?” Sasha looked up from the TV screen. – Your ponytail on the back of your head is already boring.
– How would you like it?
– Well, let your hair fall over your shoulders. At least like thisI tried it. So-so. Nothing special. But something needs to change. Even if my husband started talking about it, then it’s really time. Let it be as he wants. “Overlord”, after all! I’ll have to thank him today, I’ll open admission without restrictions. He had already started to get jealous, and he began to have some suspicions. I won’t say that they were groundless. It’s just that my job is like this: constant contact with people. And, for some reason, I most often cross paths with representatives of the stronger sex. Am I to blame for this?..In the morning Sashka left for work in silence. For some reason he was angry with me, although he didn’t get up yesterday. I tried this way and that, but I couldn’t bring his flaccid penis back to life. This didn’t really upset me, there’s enough sex without a husband. But the husband… Experiencing failure, he was silent for some time, but then he was carried away. I learned a lot that night: that I have a lot of lovers, that I have become a slut and fuck with anyone, that I keep him on a starvation diet, that because of this he will soon become impotent, if he hasn’t already… I lay next to him and listened in silence. She listened and did not agree.First of all, I don’t have a ton of dudes, as he calls my partners, just a few. Secondly, I don’t fuck with just anyone, that’s not true, I’m picky. I would still think about the slut. But what I completely agree with is that I keep my husband on a “starvation diet.” I was thinking and Sasha was talking and talking— I wonder if he’s just stupidly jealous, or is there any specific information? But I have always been extremely careful, it seems to me… – thoughts wandered through my convolutions. – No, he’s just angry about his failure today…
“Look, Martha, I’ll catch you red-handed and strangle you,” my husband finally finished this long monologue.“You are my Othello!” I said mentally. I didn’t dare to speak out loud, fearing the reaction of a jealous person…
…I have a big event at ten in the morning. Our measure holds a press conference for local media. I represent our newspaper. Here I am, getting ready for it. I thought about the questions a long time ago, now I’m working on my appearance. But, as sometimes happens, mister chance intervened. Telephone.
– Valeeva! Haven’t you left yet? – the boss’s voice booms in the receiver.
– No, Konstantin Arkadyevich. I’m just getting ready.
– I know how you prepare. Are you painting your eyelashes?“Not without it,” I admitted honestly, although I am cool about cosmetics.
– Well, you can wash off your war paint. Pressure is deposited.
– What’s wrong?
– I don’t know yet. Apparently some kind of overlay. They moved it… So relax.
– Whatever, there’s plenty of work. Now I’ll sit down to finish writing the article.
“Which one is this?” asked the boss.
— About the reconstruction of the embankment.- Look there, be careful with your expressions…
Yes, I’ll sit down to write the article right now! Kostya was daydreaming. The mood is not right. I would like to be able to relax in bed now, but not alone… Yes. Who should I call? I mentally go through my “boys”. What if Edik is disturbed? Why not! Where is our phone number? Yeah, here it is. “Eduard Nikolaevich.” I’m calling. The beeps started. For some reason he doesn’t pick up the phone for a long time. Here’s a bug! He saw who was calling and probably didn’t want to answer. But no.
“I’m listening,” answered the voice, slightly distorted by interference.
– Hello, Edik! This is Martha. Did not forget me?
– No, what are you talking about!- Edik, we switched to “you” a long time ago!
– Yes, of course, sorry.
– Edik. And I already miss you. “You’ve started to forget me,” I began to weave a web.
– Martha. “I can either right now, or after six in the evening,” the guy snapped. – Choose.
“Perhaps now, why delay.”- Clear. Where should I go, to your editorial office?
– No, Edik. Come to my house, remember the address.
Edik arrived half an hour later.
– Martha, I have three hours. Then I take the boss to X. Will three hours be enough for us?
– Are you kidding me? During this time you can fuck a small harem. So, you take a shower, and I’ll powder your nose..
…Yes, just as Edik didn’t know how to kiss, he never really learned how to kiss. But it’s not that scary. This is not happiness. But the guy’s hands are skillful and gentle. And Edik uses them very well. At least with me, for sure. As soon as we started to get excited, as soon as I took Edka’s phallus in my mouth, the buzzer went off. He let me know that the gates of our estate were opening and soon someone would enter the yard. Only my husband and I have remote controls. So Sasha… What did he forget at home at this time? Is he checking me? What should I do? Where should I put Edik?.. You’ll never guess where I hid the guy. Never. Into the cupboard. True, an unexpected move, non-standard? That’s what I think.Sasha came in and at first didn’t pay attention to me, didn’t even turn his head. Apparently he was angry about yesterday. That’s the logic! What do I have to do with it? He rummaged through the drawers of his desk. first in one, then pulled out the other. In the second, I found what I was looking for, because I exhaled deeply and with relief.
“Forgot something?” I asked in an innocent tone.
Then he looked up at me.
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