– Yes, I was looking for receipts. I bought spare parts with my own, now… Why are you at home? Why in this form?Indeed, I was dressed, to put it mildly, unconventionally… Stockings, shoes and grace on my torso. Not much
— The press conference was cancelled. “So I decided to reconsider my wardrobe,” I clumsily made excuses.
“Or maybe you’re waiting for someone?” the husband suddenly became agitated. -Or have you already hidden someone?I felt cold inside and I was ready to give up. But…
“Check it if you want!” I suddenly shouted with anger. – Please! Get out of the closet and start. Unfaithful wives always hide their lovers in it. Come on, clean out the closet!
– I’m not such a fool. To hide it in a closet is to be a fool. No, I won’t look there.
And the angry husband walked around the house like a whirlwind, looking into secluded places. I searched like this for about five minutes. No one.
“Well, what about in the closet?” I insisted.
Well, if you insist so much,” he opened one of the doors. Opened the wrong one… No one.
“Go with your closet,” Sasha muttered conciliatoryly. – I was joking. I’ll go to work.
Finally, Sasha looked at me strangely and left. A car door slammed on the street. Left. . ..Edik looked at me guiltily from the closet. He held his clothes and shoes in his hands. He looked comical. I couldn’t stand it and laughed. The laughter was probably a little hysterical, there was such tension. Edik crawled out of his “shelter” and stupidly continued to hold on to his clothes. Hilarious! We laughed a little. And then it dawned on me why Sasha’s gaze seemed strange. He didn’t believe me! And he’ll be back now!
– So, Eddie, let’s go underground again. My husband will be back soon.I hid Eddie in the bedroom on the second floor. There is an old-fashioned high bed there. We don’t use that bedroom, we keep it for guests. Her husband searched her first. It won’t happen anymore; he doesn’t really want to walk up the spiral staircase to the second floor. In short, I shoved my boyfriend under the bed. Laughter.
Ten minutes later Sasha was home again. He looked at me and looked around suspiciously. Everything is as usual.
– You know, I decided to change my shirt. I want it fresh.And the husband again reached into the closet. I rummaged through all three compartments in search of a shirt.
– Sasha, your shirts are in another closet. You were looking in mine. Probably confused.
I got my husband some clean shirts.
– Choose.
He took the top one. He looked at me. The look was already normal, as usual.
– Sasha, who were you looking for here? Do you think I’m cheating on you? Oh, Othello, you are my failed one!
With these words, I hugged my husband and kissed him passionately.
“Okay, okay,” Sasha said conciliatoryly. – Well, it interrupted me a little. It happens to everyone.
“Now are you convinced that I am faithful to you?” I continued to question my husband.
– Yes, I’m sureSasha left, and this time for good. Despite the shock we experienced, Edik and I did not lose our passion. Quite the opposite. The experience added adrenaline, and as you know…
Edik rose to the occasion today. His cunnilingus was so tender, it excited me so much that I was ready to scream at the top of my voice. She restrained herself by stuffing a corner of the pillow into her mouth. Otherwise, the neighbors would have heard me.
“Martha, how can I cum without taking it out?” my partner turned to me.
“Yes, no problem,” I agreed easily. – You just have to put your fighter in a spacesuit.I took a condom out of my purse and pointedly put it on Edik’s penis. I admired the work, put it on well, not a single wrinkle, not a single crease. She admired it and kissed the head of the penis. It’s not interesting through rubber, what the hell… Finally, Edik the klutz wanted to take off the condom immediately after orgasm. He took it off, but was unsuccessful. Almost all the sperm from him spilled onto the sofa. What a bastard! I had to wash the sofa. The result is a wet spot almost on the floor of the sofa. Well, guys! Well, slobs! They have everything in one place! But even without them it’s kind of boring..
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