After work, I sat in the next to the metro station and sipped beer. I didn’t want to go home, I called my wife on my mobile and lied that I was linger at work. In the middle of the week, the bar was deserted and even Barman, putting a glass in front of me. I stared stupidly on one of the TVs where there was an endless baseball match. In this bar I have recently wandered quite regularly.
– Hey guy! – I turned and saw a hefty black rack sitting behind a neighboring stool.
– What?
He sat in a half -turn to me, typical black, in the appearance of thirty years, quite a sporting look, is well dressed and clearly not one of those stained idiots who were hanging around at night near the metro. He bowed his head, looking closely to me, as if he saw an old acquaintance and said:
– You know the guy, I’m e.. Your wife has.
This was said, of course, in English, with a characteristic « African American »an accent, but without an offensive tone and even without any call, quite quietly and, I would even say, confidentially.
I was confused, not knowing how to react. Well, do not arrange a fight-not children …Yes, and dies in the USA beat the muzzles in response to words – the cops will be raked and you will be to blame. Looking around, I saw that in the bar, besides us there was a couple of people at a distance who obviously did not hear what I had said – the music played quite loudly.
– Dumb joke, friend. What do you mean?
“Exactly what I said,” he turned to the rack sipped beer.
– Hey, how do you know my wife?
“I saw her with you here last Friday, Vessonok.
Here on « Vosssonka »I’m already offended. Moreover, in English, he used the word « Sissy », which is usually translated in dictionaries, as « Centure », but in American English this means a clear dosage of the speaker in your male merits. I flared up and slapped a glass on the rack so that I noticed several heads stuck in my direction:
– Hey boyfriend, everything is in order with you? What are you getting from me? You want problems?
– No. I just told you. I thought, brother, it would be interesting for you to find out – he lazily stretched out the words and his calm could be envied.
He has a strange vocabulary. That « Sissy », then « Brother »(that is, brother, that is, « their », black usually pronounce this word so – Braza). What does he mean? Your boyfriend, friend, but a sucker or something? Junior Blendolition Brother? I thought that it would be easiest to move away from this idiot and not get involved in further clarification, but then I remembered that last Friday was really here with my wife.
After fifteen years of marriage, I have long been a special jealous, and my wife never gave such a reason. Our sexual life became quite boring a couple of years ago – and how I did not try to fix it, nothing happened. The chastity of my faithful recently had no boundaries, all my attempts by her «ended the same way – the image of playful embarrassment, coupled with poorly hidden boredom. For some time it was still angry, and then I waved my hand – in the end, she studied me in fifteen years so much that there was simply no chance of novelty.
Once I even jokingly offered her a lover, but it turned out to be a grandiose scandal – I would even say – suspiciously grandiose, and I avoided further jokes on this topic. Ultimately, I came inside myself to the conclusion that even if my wife has a lover, this is her personal matter. Whatever the child is amused, as they say. The main thing is that I don’t know about it.
And here is such a thing …That’s it, you see, has my wife. I felt an injection of excitement, a mixture of jealousy and interest. Despite everything, it was new and unexpectedly.
All these thoughts flashed through my head and I already looked with great interest at my strange interlocutor. It seems that this did not slip away from him – his hand bearing a glass with beer for a second lingered in the air.
– Why do you think it is my wife? -I realized that I was saying something wrong, and he mockingly smiled in response:
– Not really? – I shrugged – and she likes it?
– Oh yeah!
“Ok, then no problems,” I returned to my glass, paused and added, having given his manner to speak – « Braza ».
In the end, what a hell? The man is pinned, or there is nothing to do, or it clearly causes … to the conflict;Jooked – and enough.
– I look, brother, you don’t believe me?
– Of course not!
– Your Irina has a mole on a pussy here – he showed the position of a mole on his thick splashed fingers – and the last monthly ended in the last Wednesday.
As they say in America – UPS! Wow! I feverishly tried to understand how much it would be possible to find out …Well, the name is still clear. And about menstruation, for example? That he is spying in the toilet? No – stupid. Yes, and he showed the mole correctly, and you can see it only by opening the fold between the right sponge and the foot of my Irochka with his hand. I looked at him again and dumbfounded – he portrayed with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand how he spreads the fold on the skin of the middle finger of the right. The bent middle and index finger obviously showed my wife’s pussy. It turned out very similar.
– Do you want to know more, brother? – He got up from the stool – then let’s go …
I mechanically followed him, then, remembering, I returned and left the money for beer. He was waiting at the door.
We went to the parking lot. I expected to see some rusty dinosaur, on which blacks are usually traveling, but we approached the brand new audi. Having been hesitated, I got into the car. This guy intrigued me great. While we were driving, I twisted a mobile phone in my pocket, trying to find the « 9 », and looked at the window-are we going to some overturning area where the blending will cut the throat for five minutes-but we still remainedWithin respectability.
– I am.. The Russian women only – my interlocutor innocently declared while we were at a traffic light – they are the best. And your wife is just a real whore. I told her to shave her pussy.
And again he was right – my wife never shaved her pubis – she only trimmed, despite all my requests, and then a couple of months ago, to my surprise she left only a narrow strip. It excited me so much that we even had good sex a couple of times, but then everything returned to ordinary boredom.
And also, about two months ago, she began to agree with her friend that one day a week each was sitting with her children, so that the other had time « walk quietly to the shops ». My wife left our youngest child on Wednesdays (the elder had long walked on his own). And today was just the environment. Still, we, men, are terribly unwanted. It would be possible to figure out …
He stopped the car at some Townhouse. Oh, I knew this area – I definitely wouldn’t have enough money for Townhaus in such a place, but the black guy drove onto the path by the garage without abysses.
“Let’s go,” he turned to me, opening his door, “you will like it.
We settled down in the living room, my new friend brought two bottles of beer, then took off a thin pack of photos from the fireplace shelf and handed me.
In the photographs …Yes …It was my wife and this type-nothing special, however-ordinary amateur photographs: against the background of a car, at a table in a restaurant, in this living room, so she is dressed with him on a bed in some bedroom …And that’s it. Actually, knowing my wife, I was quite sure that she would not allow taking pictures of herself naked, but the very fact that my wife was here – with this black guy unexpectedly excited me very much.
I imagined how he hugs her naked on the bed and just caught my breath.
– You like, brother?
– In general – yes. But why is it all?. .
– Your friend asked me. It will be better and no one will deceive anyone.
– What other friend? Irina?
– No, the other is Natasha.
– What is Natasha?
– Seller from a Russian store.
I knew this Natasha. She always dressed like a whore, and once a week, when I went to the Russian store, I stared at her. I always wanted her, but alas – it required too much effort and time that I never had. She always looked at me invitingly, and when my wife and I were always noticed by the jealous look that she awarded her when my wife turned away. She was obviously not my friend, although some strange connection between us was. Two saleswoman usually worked in the store, but if I did not come and whatever the queue, Natasha always served me. When I held out the card and when she returned it, our hands always came up with, although it was completely unnecessary. I knew that she had a husband and a child, I knew that she lives near the store, but our communication never went out for a couple of standard phrases.
– She is your mistress too?
– Yes – she and your wife. She likes you, even though you are a bouquet, brother.
– Why am I a sucker?
– Do you want to see?
He got up, I followed him again. To my surprise, he went into the bedroom – the very one that was in the photo. « here on this bed he is her …»- I thought and I had to correct my cock under his pants with my hand so that he would look up.
“Look, brother,” Black said and took his cock out of his pants.
His member was quite impressive, but not to say giant – maybe twenty centimeters, but no more. He did not stand completely, but hung an elevated half -shower.
– Well, now show your friend!
After a certain pause, I unbuttoned the fly and from there he jumped in relief my instrument – he was the same for five minutes to make it clearly closely in his pants. Not to say that it was small for me – quite standard, sixteen centimeters and rather thick. But in comparison, of course, I lost. The extra centimeters of the competitor looked quite weighty, in addition, he had a large chubby head, much more than my.
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