My name is Stas. Young engineer at a large plant, miraculously survived the lawlessness of the 90's. Married, daughter valechka 4 months.
About a year ago, the top management of the concern "Veshchpromkhren" (let's call it so there is nothing to focus on real names and surnames is still an artistic story) decided to launch a new direction and to open a new production just at the plant where I work.
And then away we go on the thumb:
1. From the Department of the chief technologist was allocated to the Bureau for the development and launch of this new production, which included me.
2. allocated space.
3. material and labor resources.
4. tasks and terms are set.
For a person who is creative, dedicated, and loves his job, it's great. This is the creation of a new, chance for career growth, after all, financial bonuses.
But there are also disadvantages, in fact, an irregular schedule, business trips, processing and so on, and I have a wife in the "position" she needs help. What to do?
I can not leave, no wife, no work – another chance may not be.
My parents, of course, helped, than could, and Sveta – my wife very like.
But before giving birth, she decided to go to her parents in the neighboring region. Close to all – two cubits on the map. And there native mother with the father too it is clear better, than any father-in-law with the mother-in-law. Did not object, let go, and he moved to work.
You work fourteen, sixteen hours. To not spend time sleeping right on the Desk in the office. And not one you, and all on waiting lists. The deadline here it is already visible.
Then moved to parents, native-will feed, will give to drink, will put to sleep (on one sandwiches from "Russian Appetite" you will not last long). Oh, they have a big apartment and closer to work than my wife and I. And returned to native land…
Probably in a week calls me wife, they say, Stas, my sister cousins be evicted from the hostel, while the apartment you will find – let us perekantuetsya?
What can we do, relatives, whatever, will not refuse, and children's empty yet. Put.
Anka – the girl is good three years younger than her and, by the way, from the beginning, met, and then she had me Svetka reduced. She our company brought friends together. Then, here, Svetlana and I got married, she was our witness. And then family life routine tightened, and almost ceased to communicate.
... The day came which everyone was waiting for – the start of the first line. Two days before that did not sleep or who lived in the shop, sleeping under the machines. There arrived big people from Moscow and St. Petersburg, even the Deputy Minister some was, reporters, journalists, other responsible people, a red ribbon, "red" button of start of the line (for some reason it was green). All with pomp, beautiful, powerful. Then there was a Banquet, all congratulated, praised each other, kissed in public, toasts spoke. We were given some certificates.
Then comes to me head, attaches to the side and said:
Stas, how are you?
– Like a wet salt in the salt shaker is not enough sleep. – Say.
- Well, fuck them all. Let this Beau Monde kiss each other's ass.
- Fuck you, fuck you. Can we go home?
– In principle possible, but the bosses we prize, "cash" was given. The essence of the case "pennies", all to divide people laugh. - Looks at me and continues-I decided, since we are all men, I took the money we sauna, swimming pool, Billiards, drinking, snack.
That's great. Tim building, sort of.
- It's great, of course, but people may not understand. I just thought it was a bonus. And I used it on my own.
– Oh-Oh-Oh! Wai DOE, what did naselniki! – And laugh – you'll go to jail.
- Come on, you're stupid. I consult, and you…
- What here to think? Did you sign for that money?
– No, the chief accountant of the box issued, said: "the processing of two days pay".
- Well and all we go to the people and we please them with such news: "Dear companions, we congratulate you on... bla-bla-bla... in this connection the high administration awarded us all visit of a sauna". That's it.
– Gone.
He said so. Got into three taxis and went.
The sauna perfectly refreshed the tired organism, the pool with ice water restored forces, and gave cheerfulness, alcohol relaxed the overstressed brain, all laughed, had fun, danced and sang songs in a karaoke.
We sat perfectly, after the time we went to the bar, where we continued.
I got home around midnight, drunk, in a nearby shop grabbed a bottle of" Armenian " cognac.
Tomorrow is a day off – I'll sleep long, and over dinner with family drink a drop for the dog. Not guess…
Open the door, standing in the doorway Anka, "hands on hips" and looks at me like Lenin on the bourgeoisie. This is me drunk to his home was secured, and not to the parents.
– What? – Ask.
Where were you?
On the line let – out of the bag take out a certificate, give it to, then the Banquet was.
–You freak, wife is looking for parents looking me up, I nesplyu.
Well, I'm sorry mother! - I bow my front head.
What about the phone?
– Oops... – and then I remember that we when certificates were presented, I turned it off and forgot. – Sat. Where is it?
– Who where: Light in Taranivka, uncle nick with great difficulty to the country is gone – today, Friday.
– Clearly. Long called?
- No, half an hour ago.
– I'll go then, in the charger will deliver.
- Go, only cognac first install there. - Winks at me and smiles.
Here and me has receded, all distribution of pistons is over. Sent all Mike: "alive and well. Love, whole! Spock. Nights.»
I changed into my home clothes and lay down. I can't sleep at all. In the brain, thoughts swarming some about work, about his wife, about the house – all joyful. The music turned on quietly. Lay still a bit - not sleep either.
Okay, then we change the strategy: "my Dear I can not sleep without you, come, we will drink together."
Got up, went to the kitchen, cut a lemon, took out a cognac, took a glass. Went to his room, put it all on the table, poured on the "two fingers" in a glass.
Then he went out, went to the door to the nursery. I hear the TV's working. Knocked.
– Yes!
– Nutka asleep?
- Nah, watching TV. Step inside.
I opened the door, put my head in it.
- Let's sit down, talk, how many already not seen each other in!
– Well, come on! I'm coming.
I returned to my room, pulled out a second glass and poured into it. Took a SIP from one, put. In the computer, found the folder with the music three to five years ago. You know-I like to make such collections for "myself". Heard something in the movies in rotation on the radio, liked it – found in-hete and take off in separate folder, e.g. "build 2014". And then it is clear that in such a year I listened to such songs. Switched. And then Ann came.
Got drunk the conversation went.
Anka told me that the Dorm she's already six months I moved in with my boyfriend, and recently I caught him with some "Otter" in bed. Packed her bags and left. A week I lived with a girlfriend, but then she "asked". That's how she ended up with us.
In the process of the story, of course, there were tears and screams that she loves him but will not forgive. And at the end of the story cognac was absorbed from the throat, but the hysteria could not stop. And I almost didn't get it. For this, I learned from my father's stock and the barrel of vodka, which, began to calm down sister.
She was crying on my shoulder.
- I want to change that asshole. She shouted and kissed me on the lips.
I first pulled away, but then looked into her eyes, and kissed first on the cheek, then on the lips, in the neck…
She opened her robe, and all the thoughts that "not HUNDRED'it" blew out of my head. By the way when a drunk "STAND' T " nothing to think about.
No condoms, all the "at home". I took off my home shorts, put her on her knees and she began to suck, wisely, dexterously deeply retracting the penis, and creating a vacuum in her mouth that any industrial vacuum cleaner would envy. (How are you? And I had...).
Then she turned to me his elastic ass, and got cancer. Without thinking I entered her hot and wet vagina and started fucking. Deep movements, almost completely removing the penis and driving it to the depth or length (which were equivalent). Gradually I increased the pace and reduced the amplitude of movements. Anya moaned, screamed, and what surprised me most of all – grunted. I could not finish for a long time, but Anna received at least three orgasms during this time. In the end, I poured out, too, ending her entire back.
I got out of the closet towel, cleaned the cum from behind Ani. Lit a cigarette, poured into a brandy glass of vodka, drank it in one gulp. Poured another, but drank it Nutka.
– Man, – she drawled, removing my fingers from my cigarette, I don't have.
I kept silent. We sat in silence, five minutes later Annie again poured vodka into glasses, clinked, drank.
She picked up my cock and began to masturbate, then just lay back and spread her legs bent at the knees.
I climbed it, and another marathon started. Soon I, truth, died, and had to change jobs, now she was from above. Her Breasts swayed smoothly in the light of the lantern, which fell through the window not curtained. I periodically took them in hand, fingered the nipples with your fingers. We finished in about forty minutes with a difference of a fraction of seconds.
She fell over, kissed me on the ear, and said,:
– Give me a cigarette.
Still breathing hard, I pulled out two bundles, both podkoren, one handed it to her. I put an ashtray on my chest.
Making deep puffs, I smoked a cigarette for a minute and a half no more. She enjoyed every breath, drove the smoke in your mouth and let it slowly trickle.
At this moment for some reason I remembered stupid and vulgar Institute alteration of Vysotsky's song:
«…Air escape valve –
Stuck in the anus.
Incident.
Repent, repent…»
Can you again? with that, she extinguished her cigarette butt, lifted herself up, and moved the ashtray to the floor.
"I can," I replied, only…
– Anal! - She continued my thought.
–Yeah. I said.
Anya jumped up and ran to the door, a minute later he returned, holding a lubricant.
I smeared my finger in grease. Bent this "bad girl" and began to massage her anus slowly entering the finger deeper and deeper.
Then I put vaseline on my penis, jerked it off several times to bring it into full combat readiness and slowly introduced it into the "annals of history" of my cousin. The penis was too big for her ass, and at first she was in pain. But in the process all a little stretched, so I was especially tender, and flavorful, and this contact earned the highest rating of my sister.
Taking a breath, we went to the shower, too, together, but there it ended with a session of light mutual oral sex. After that, each of us went to his room to sleep…
...Waking up in the morning, Ani was home, I did not find. Only in the kitchen lay a piece of paper on which the lipstick was removed one word, "MAN!".
The next day my beloved wife Sveta, my Firefly, returned. And two weeks later I became the proud father of a wonderful daughter Walecki.
And yesterday we walked with Sveta and Valyushka, and met Anka with a young man, whom she presented as her fiancé, Igor.
PS God Give them happiness, love kids and long life…