Sergey came home from work a little later than usual. Tanya was busy studying a fashion magazine.
- Hello, Zaya, - she looked up from the magazine and looked at her husband with a smile, are you hungry? Wash, i'll cover
- No thanks, I ate at the buffet - Sergey tried to speak calmly, but a slight trembling in his voice still betrayed him
- Something happened? Tell me, - she was silent for a while and added: - You have a strange look
“A little tired.” He put his hands in his pockets, trying to hide his trembling.
“Today, we'll have dinner together,” he whispered, casting a heavy glance at his wife's swarthy hips, half covered with a silk Chinese robe, and went to his room. Tanya shrugged in dismay, snorted and returned to the glossy page. Sergei locked the door to the room, rummaging through his briefcase, took out a brown envelope, opened it and took out a pack of photographs. Half an hour ago, he received them from a private detective.
His wife was filmed in the photographs. His little Tanya. Sergey cried, taking out the first photo. To the pain, the familiar slender young body of his wife wriggled with pleasure, the swarthy man with his eyes closed plunged into the moist bosom of an excited woman. She was fine with him. They made love in nature and Sergey knew this place. Sergey peered at every photo, he wanted to know all the details, each next photo caused him hellish pain, but he could not stop until he looked through everything. He covered his face with his hands and sat like that for about five minutes, then abruptly got up, went to his desk and took out a nominal Totosha from the bottom drawer, a gift from General Lukyanenko, his father’s best friend. He thought for a second, but once again glancing at the hated envelope, smiling wryly put the pistol in his purse.
Having poured an almost full glass of water, Sergey abruptly knocked it over and, turning the door handle, left the room.
- Tanya, dear, I had a great idea. Maybe we should unwind a little? We have not walked for so long!
“Well ... why not !?” - Tanya looked at her husband incredulously but then smiled back, - I will be ready in 20 minutes.
They drove silently all the way and both smiled, as if together they remembered the happy days spent in youth, together they had something to remember.
It was dusk, but the stars were already burning brightly in the sky. Tanya sat on a large round stone and looked into the sky. Her black curls played with a light May breeze. She almost did not change, still the same dark-skinned slender student with black sparkling eyes.
“It’s good that you chose this place.” Remember how we went with the Arkhipovs and Khromkovs to rest, and then we ran away together from the tents and, oh, he was under that tree ...
“Yes, of course I remember,” Sergei did not let him finish. He opened a bottle of champagne and poured it into paper cups.
- What are we drinking for? - asked Tanya, taking the wine
- For you, for you. For my beloved faithful wife.
The words and tone of her husband made Tatiana wary. She carefully looked into the eyes of her husband, whose face played an angry triumphant smile.
- Well, drink, drink. Why don’t you drink, love? - Sergey took out an envelope and threw it in the face of his wife.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asked muffledly
“Do you have any idea?” - he took out a pistol and directed it in her face, - Remember, at the institute, I once told you that if you cheat on me, I will kill both of you? But I won’t do it, I’ll only kill you. After all, until the bitch wants, you know.
Tanya did not answer. For 8 years of marriage, she well recognized this man. In a state of despair, he could do anything. In general, he always kept his word, even if it could harm him. For this he was respected.
- I already decided. You may not even say anything. It's useless. But the last time I want to fuck you. Over under that tree. Like the first time. Do you remember? Let's go.
Tanya did not think to beg. It was really useless. She looked sneakily and hissed:
- Yes, you went.
- Well, as you want, bitch! He aimed the gun right in her face.
- Not! Wait! - She could not stand it. She didn’t want to die.
Approaching a tree, she began to tear off her clothes. After a minute there was nothing on her. He approached her, his palm touching her crotch. Surprised to find that Tanya was excited, he glared at her neck.
“Was it pleasant for you to wrinkle your pussy like this?” Say, did you like it? He inserted the middle finger into her hot, moist bosom.
“Yes, I liked it,” she moaned.
With a sharp movement, he put her on her knees in front of him.
“Now show how you sucked him.” His cock barely fit in your mouth. Yes?
Tanya nodded - her mouth was already occupied. Closing his eyes, Sergei imagined how his wife caresses a member of another man, and eagerly swallows it to the very bottom. He also shamelessly strokes his head with his tongue and penetrates it under the flesh, just as passionately strokes his eggs with his hands.
He bent her over with cancer and with a sudden movement entered her, rudely fingering her nipples. All these seven years, he always made love to her with such tenderness, and she needed something completely different. He again remembered the photo and orgasm, a powerful and unexpected attacked him.
“Now myself, and I'll see.”
She lay on the grass and began to masturbate, fingering the swollen clitoris with her fingers, periodically wetting them with saliva. Sergey felt that desire again takes possession of him.
- He fucked you in the ass too, right?
- Y-yes! she squeezed. The inside of her thighs glistened with juice flowing down them. He approached her, knelt down, stuck a member in his mouth, but immediately stuck it out, ending abundantly on her face.
“That's all,” said Sergey and pulled on his trousers.
“No, no, not everything, I want more, I can still,” she muttered.
“Shut up and rejoice that I gave you a chance to enjoy this for the last time,” Sergei picked up the gun, went up behind his wife on his knees and poked the gun in the back of his head.
- Killer, come on, come on! Shoot!
- Not. I was joking, I just wanted to see how scary you are, don’t be offended yet. He turned and without turning around went to the car.
A hysterical female laugh came from behind.
“I knew that you were a wimp; you cannot do anything in bed.” Wimp, loser! We made love with him right in your office, right on your desk! Yes, so that the shelves fell! So all the dishes were broken!
A shot rang out. Under a mighty old tree under a clear starry sky lay a young beautiful naked woman, her head lay in a pool of brains and blood, a huge hole gaped in its center.
- Bitch! I knew that you broke my mug! And she lied that it was I who left her in the country, - Sergey lit a cigarette and sauntered towards the car. In the glove compartment was still a whole bottle of Moscow.