Couples who live monotonous lives often break up. And, all due to the fact that the "wife" did not want to try, and the "husband" was afraid to ask. Therefore, rarely does anyone live for at least a year, because. troubles, disputes, scandals begin in the family, and husbands in most cases go to the left. Women, by the way, are no exception. My husband is not afraid of diversity and it makes me happy, because. if I was afraid, I don’t know what would happen to our relationship.

I have never considered myself one of those who, on quiet family evenings, after taking a shower, turn off the lights, go to bed and quietly do what they consider shameful under the covers. If I or my husband did this, we would probably die of boredom.

Our house where we live is populated all the time by old grandmothers who watch our every step. What time did they arrive, what time did they leave. It seems that while we do not see them, they are standing behind our backs or eavesdropping at the door. I do not know this for sure, so I will not assert and insist on this. But I also don’t want to be embarrassed in front of my neighbors because I don’t know how to have sex quietly.

This time we didn't know what could come to our mind! But this ... not everyone dares to do this. We took a shower and lit a candle. The big bed so beckoned to itself with fresh snow-white linen. And the romantic, quiet and calm music seemed to suggest what exactly we should do now. There is always juice or water next to the bed, because. my husband knows that after the act I'm always thirsty.

He turned me to face him and began caressing his tongue, bringing me to terrible excitement. Before such excitement that I was all in bloom and smelled of the very juice that only a man feels. It is he who captures the smell of a woman who is not against intimacy and is completely ready for it. My head was spinning with happiness and it seemed that it was completely empty.

Well, isn’t it really empty for a woman? to say this you need to be in the body of a woman. And, the body of a woman is the most beautiful thing that can be in the hands of a man.

My velvety skin shimmered in the candlelight and had a slightly different color than in daylight. My husband pushed me a little to the edge of the bed and I fell on her, and he lay down on top of me. He did not give rest to my nipples. Fingering them and biting, he pulled out moans of pleasure and peace from me. Having passed below, his tongue noticed a dimple in the tummy and began to caress nearby. His fingers also groped for a cave wet, warm, pleasant and inviting. Starting to sort through all the folds and sometimes dive into a cozy cave - the fingers of a loved one did wonders. As if by a magic wand and the desire of any man, a woman responds to alluring urges, runs to a meeting and gives everything she has. While he occupied me with caresses and did not let me out of a state of insane excitement, he poured the juice into a glass and, without letting me know what was happening, the cool liquid poured onto my stomach and below my stomach. This caused a new exciting wave. And my husband, meanwhile, collected with his tongue those streams of juice that were on my body.

It was beautiful July weather outside. It was something around midnight. And then I offer my husband to make love on the balcony. Without hesitation, we took a blanket with us, stretched it on the floor and sat down.

My husband's penis stood in such a way that none of us will be able to return it to half past six. I took it in my mouth and, smacking, began to suck like I was given a delicious candy. The husband began to make moaning sounds and his flesh rose up and down, wanting to sink as deep as possible into his mouth. Then the husband offered to help him deal with the condom and put on dignity his armor. After a few seconds, I completed this task and allowed him to enter me. How much joy and peace brought a member that burst into the cave. The first sounds and groans burst out into the street from the balcony and perhaps the voice of joy fell into the open windows of our curious grandmothers. I don’t know if anyone went out onto the balcony at this time, but I know for sure that the moon illuminated us, it was pleasantly cool and wonderful under the starry sky with my beloved. I experienced many orgasms just thinking about it.

After my husband came out of me, I freed him from the rubber bag that I wanted to put on the floor, but suddenly he said to me:

- You know, I always dreamed of throwing him over the balcony, let's do it?

- But, after all, the grandmother who lives on the first floor swears at us even if she suddenly finds a bull from a cigarette under the windows (although we don’t smoke), can you imagine what a scandal she will throw?!

- Well, let!

- Although I always wanted this too, throw it!

We threw a rubber miracle and it fell somewhere, but it was too dark to see where.

- I wonder what color the condom was? On the box it says that they are all different colors!

- I don't know, I think it's too late to think about it, I should have looked earlier.

After the conversation, we went to drink tea, and then after sitting at the computer we went to bed.

In the morning, getting out of bed, I wandered to the balcony and looked at the birches and houses, at people who were dressed in what, and also listen to the sparrows chirping. Holding on to the railing of the balcony, I heard a rustle below and saw a kitten sneaking up to catch a butterfly. And then, raising her eyes a little, she saw a pink rubber miracle hanging on a bush of some bush. Entering the house and waking up my beloved, I told him:

- Pink.

- What's pink?

- It was pink.

- How do you know?

I pulled him by the arm and led him to the balcony.

- Look out!

- Where?

- Down below!

- Wow, really pink.

Laughing, we left the balcony and began to dress for work.

Coming out of the entrance, the grandmother from the first floor opened the door ajar and watched us go. What time did we leave?



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