Lyokha and I have been friends our whole lives. We shared desks, girls, then the army, and then problems. He married Svetka before me. She's a real beauty. I even had a crush on her at one point, but Lyokha got his bearings quicker. I'm not offended; my life has worked out just fine: Lyokha, two kids close in age, a mortgage. Lyokha is a classic proprietor. While he himself occasionally had affairs, he kept a tight rein on Svetka. She works as a nurse at a clinic, with a schedule of 24 hours on and 34 hours off. Lyokha has been traveling frequently for work in the past year—he's been working on construction projects in the region. So we're sitting in his garage one day, drinking beer, ogling his new car. Lyokha hesitated, then blurted out: "Listen... You're on good terms with Svetka. You could stop by and help out with some small things. What I'm getting at is... I've got an idea. Check it out." I almost dropped the bottle. - What? "Well, try... continue reading

My husband, as always, was late at work, and I didn’t even know what to do with myself. Housework had long been done, dinner was cooling on the stove, and the feeling of incredible loneliness was only growing with every minute. I was waiting for my betrothed in a brand new set of underwear - a thin burgundy bra that perfectly emphasized my large natural breasts and a transparent thong.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and I immediately rushed to open it, wanting to immediately see my beloved’s reaction to my perfect appearance. However, to my deepest regret and shock, my husband’s best friend was standing on the threshold. He was taken aback by my nakedness and immediately turned away so as not to embarrass me. A blush instantly appeared on the cheeks, and thoughts began to flash through my head about how ridiculous everything had turned out. I quickly grabbed the coat hanging right at the entrance and invited the young man to go into the living room. My husband was due back a... continue reading

And there is a hole in the old woman. I've never been lucky with young girls. They didn't have success. Why dont know. In short, at the age of nineteen, I realized that it is much better to have a non-committal relationship with a woman over forty than to experience novels with peers with violent showdowns, jealousy, betrayals, lies. Of course, it was very difficult to get acquainted with adult ladies and divorce them for sex, but it was possible. So he lived until the age of 23. Until I graduated from college and got a job. This is where I got into a story.

By that time I had a car, not the worst, but not the most interesting job either. I made a lot of money at the time. He lived with his parents, but did not want to work for their small business. He helped, of course, as far as possible. No more.

So. Once I drove by this same car to a friend who lives near the Universitet metro station. And, leaving his entrance, I noticed a completely gorgeous chick. That is, the first thing I... continue reading