Student Treatises on Marriage
It was a warm early June morning, nature was just beginning to wake up, the loud, joyful chirping of birds could be heard—after all, they didn't have to go to somewhat tedious classes in lecture halls. We, four part-time students in our penultimate year, were sitting on the veranda of a 24-hour cafe, not far from our "alma mater."
Over five years of study and coming for exam sessions, we were always a group of four—Igor and I were from the same city and neighbors, while Tanya and Marina lived, or rather served, in our military garrisons in Czechoslovakia and Hungary, respectively. Having married young officers, the girls had already managed to get divorced, but they didn't abandon their place of service or their studies—a diploma in those
not-so-distant times meant quite a lot! And now we got along wonderfully, helping each other with studies and exams. And, of course, we tried to help each other "cure" spermatotoxemia!We had a wonderful night; first, I happily fucked Tanechka, and Igor, accordingly, the plump beauty Marina. Then, after a shower, we made a second "round," sort of mixing it up—I went to Marina, and Igor to Tanya. It turned out like being with someone else's wife, and it went even better. And now we were slowly savoring some quite decent coffee and fresh, locally baked croissants.
The sun was already high, and sunbeams were bustling about in the bright green grass, shimmering in the dewdrops with all the colors of the rainbow. Everything around simply breathed love! Well, and we were solving a simple creative dilemma—we didn't want to go to the institute, but we all wanted to partake in the sacrament of marriage—starting a family. Like the example of the Minor—"I don't want to study, I want to get married." Fonvizin was right—it's an age-old dilemma! The girls were already 25, and we were closer to thirty—it's time! Let's think logically—ladies first!
Both our ladies had already "lassoed" suitable candidates, and they gave us advice and shared secrets of married life. Then Marina, being quite an erudite person, delivered a eulogy to the female half of humanity and options for handling one's own wives, advising us to no longer delay our bachelorhood and go to the altar, or as Igor joked—"under the yoke." Alright, let's take note of the advice from these very experienced beauties! About a wife and how to handle her! A veritable treatise—"What is a wife and how to handle her"!
— So: The selection of a wife must be done very carefully, as chosen specimens are not accepted back at the registry office and, accordingly, no monetary compensation is issued for them. (Very annoying!). Moreover, all wives are very finicky creatures and require special and quite specific conditions for their upkeep, starting from the kitchen setup and bedroom decor. A wife's wardrobe is a topic for a separate conversation, and it's better not to discuss it without validol under your tongue.
The main design flaw of a wife is the complete absence of a mute button. And besides—all kitchen utensils and appliances in a wife's hands can become very dangerous weapons. You should also keep in mind that if the operational costs of maintaining your wife clearly exceed your income, then you simply need to immediately replace her with a more economical model. And one more thing: wives currently in possession are very difficult to train and educate. Or they don't respond at all. Furthermore—the dry and canned food that all single men use successfully is completely unsuitable for wives!
And most importantly: you need to know that wives simply pathologically cannot stand the appearance of other females of their species in their home, especially beautiful and sexy ones! It should be noted that the process of breeding the "domestic wife" breed dates back to the Stone Age, when men would capture completely wild wives and bring them to their caves and, in between hunting mammoths and cave lions, would engage in their taming and re-education. Though not always successfully! It's much easier to kill or tame a mammoth. Just much easier!
Therefore, another thing—when walking your wife, you need to hold her firmly by the hand or arm so she doesn't break free. Keep in mind, in the wild, wives quickly become feral—so while strolling, you can often see wild or feral specimens, easily recognizable by their completely wild eyes. Moreover, in the wild, all wives can reproduce uncontrollably!
Scientists at their symposia still sometimes argue until they're hoarse—whether a wife can think and whether a woman possesses the rudiments of logic, but so far they haven't reached a consensus. But they all unanimously advise keeping wives in a clean and dry room, which must be constantly ventilated, as over time wives spend more time in front of the TV, lovingly darning their husbands' socks. And all wives quickly develop a conditioned reflex—on the 25th and 10th of each month, they strike a pose when their husband arrives and emit joyful exclamations, with the diligence of a tax inspector and the gaze of a Gestapo investigator, demanding a salary report.
Of course, all wives have a number of specific shortcomings, but you must remember that with proper operation, your wife will serve you for many years without replacement or repair!
As for husbands, our ladies expressed themselves quite dryly—they said, all known treatises consider a man as an object for satisfying women's sexual desire, as well as for reproducing children through sexual intercourse. For this, the presence of sexual organs in the husband is important.
Well, and if the object (husband) does not meet the user's (wife's) requirements, then she can secretly use a better-prepared or more experienced object. It's no coincidence they say that only the wife more or less firmly knows who the father of her child is. There's a joke on this topic—"A nurse tells a woman that the child's father is at the ward door with flowers, can he come in?—Absolutely not, in a couple of minutes my husband will be here!"
Furthermore, all wives must firmly know that from the moment of acquiring a man, especially a husband, his new owner bears all the risks associated with attempts at unauthorized use of this object (husband) by other women.
— The treatise was concluded by our lovely ladies that same day. And to move closer to a practical option, since all our professors constantly say that "Only practice is the criterion of truth," we spent the following night according to the previous scheme. Only, due to the strong excitement of the female half after finishing the treatise, they didn't have time to take contraceptive pills, and at Igor's suggestion, the option was anal completion.
Tanya really liked it, but Marina—not so much, it seemed. But since breaking away from the collective is simply apolitical, as Comrade Saakhov said, after swapping our beauties, I also came with great pleasure in her plump, firm ass, to the accompaniment of her still lustful moans—ladies can't do without coquetry. After all, she liked it, and clearly so!
Well, and we took the treatise as a document for implementation!