Elegant "Toyota" color of ripe cherry slowly, moving along Svetlanskaya. It was not my speed that she drove through the intersection, having lost the yellow light and began to reorganize into the right lane.

- Igorek, darling, have almost half an hour yet. Come on a little ride.

“Worried,” Igor thought, “I worry myself.”

“All right, Vikul,” he answered, looking tenderly at his wife. The machine, obeying the will of the owner, reorganized to the left and, having missed a heavy refka, turned onto the Aleutian.

“Lord, it's scary how! Well, not so scary, but somehow very exciting. As if for the first time going on a date. When Igor spoke about this for the first time, I didn’t think that I would have such a jim-jerk when it came to a real meeting. What if they don’t like us or they don’t like us! No, nonsense - should like. Of course, we are far from super, but we’ll draw on four, thought Vika with excitement. - Yes, and they, judging by the description - somewhere at our level of lepoty. No, you should definitely like it. ”

“So the idiot's dream comes true. I wonder how they are also shocking us. Maybe yes. For the first time, too. Come on, grab a shake, it may still not work, - the excitement of his wife passed on to Igor. - This is my sexual vichka today. When she reached the back of the store behind her purse, I almost finished on the look of her ass, tightly wrapped in a narrow skirt, from which a gum of stockings looked out for a little (literally for a moment). It’s a pity after all that I couldn’t persuade her to leave her panties at home. Now would get under her skirt and stroke her neat, without a single hair pussy. Although you can and through the panties ... No, I will not be better, she and so on a platoon suddenly still offended. I'll wait for now. Hell, there are only fifteen minutes left. I wonder how it will be ... "

Turning off the Dynamo stadium, the car slowly drove onto the embankment and stopped in the parking lot. The fragrance of blossoming foliage, picked up by a light sea breeze, penetrated through the open window of Toyota. Seven minutes are left before the appointment.

- Well, Vikul, we will smoke with God.

- Are you ready?

- And you? Didn't change your mind?

Cigarette smoke slowly emerged from the window and, majestically rising to the sky, dissolved in the May air.

“No, honey, I didn’t change my mind,” Vika whispered with a trembling voice. - I really want it.

- Well, then forward to the new sensations.

The door of the car opened, and a short-haired, thin guy of about thirty dressed in dark blue jeans got out of it. On the other hand, a young woman came out in a tight-fitting, her buttocks, skirt, and cream blouse, not prone to thinness, which favorably emphasizes a worthy bust of the hostess. Hand in hand, the young men headed for the dolphinarium where a rendezvous was to be held.

Coming closer, they noticed a couple standing back and talking to each other.

Having got acquainted in nete about a month ago and having communicated, all four came to the conclusion that it would not be bad to meet. They did not exchange photographs, rightly believing that only in the living one can adequately assess each other. But in words they described their appearance, so Igor and Vika easily guessed that they were Oleg and Svetlana. Oleg looked taller and denser than Igor. The floors of his gray-blue jacket were slightly ruffled by the light sea breeze and gently patted on Svetlana’s poured butt cheeks in black jeans.

- Hello! And here we are, - Igor has greeted his up to this point virtual friends. The men shook hands firmly, the girls exchanged warm smiles. To somehow start dating decided to go look at the dolphins.

These beautiful animals with a snort plunged into the water, then slightly jumped out of it and stretched their funny little faces towards people, hilariously begging them for fish.It seemed that around their pool there was an aura of kindness, trust and some kind of spiritual lightness. Somehow the conversation quietly started and an hour later, when all four of them slowly walked along the sea, Igor caught himself thinking that he had long (or maybe for the first time in general) did not feel so light in communicating with people whom he had seen for the first time for only an hour backwards It looked like Vika felt the same way. Therefore, when Oleg and Sveta entered the snack bar for mineral water, Igor and Vika quickly held a family council, where during the exchange of positive feedback from the meeting it was decided to go to an apartment previously rented for such an occasion. The couple who returned with a bottle of water unanimously supported their proposal, although she admitted that they had also rented an apartment. But decided to go to visit them next time. Rassevshis in their cars (Oleg and Sveta arrived at the tuning “Caldine” of silver color), the young people went to continue the evening, which had begun so well in a more intimate setting.

The apartment, of course, was very different from international standards, but the presence of hot water, a refrigerator, an old cassette and, most importantly, a wide sofa, made it possible not to pay attention to its not very presentable interior. On the coffee table in the corner waiting for the guests were arranged neatly sliced ​​fruit, sandwiches with caviar, sausage and cheese. When a sweaty bottle of “Absolute” joined them, and the voice of Freddie Mercury came from the speaker, the men immediately offered to drink for love. What was immediately done. After the third toast, it was decided to dance. Igor got up and nodded Vick gallantly, stretched out his hand to her. Svetlana and Oleg, gently hugging each other, exchanged passionate kisses.

“Well, how are you,” Igor asked, dropping his hands on his wife's tight ass. Vick looked up, and he saw the answer in her excitedly brilliant eyes.

“Allow me to invite your lady,” came Oleg's voice next.

- And yours to me, - Igor immediately responded.

Silent music and alcohol slowly exerted their effect. When Svetlana's soft lips parted under the pressure of his tongue, Igor saw Oleg gently squeeze his beloved Vikuly’s hidden chest under the blouse, while she (SAMA) kisses him passionately.

The party slowly but surely acquired a clearly erotic orientation.

- Guys, - having a little removed from Svetlana, Igor said in a hoarse voice, - we are not all children here and understand perfectly what we want. In general, I suggest a little refreshment and remove extra details of the wardrobe.

The offer was accepted, and Svetlana was the first to go to the bathroom. Soon her figure, dressed only in Oleg's shirt, appeared in the doorway.

- Next, - she smiled, said, and tucked her legs, sat down on the sofa.

- Now my turn. Igor, come on your shirt, - Vika purred playfully.

After about 10 minutes, Igor had already watched two mouth-watering cats cutely discussing the problems of planting tea roses. After a while Oleg appeared dressed (dressed ?!) in a terry towel. “Don't start without me,” exclaimed Igor and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

When the whole, tolley half-dressed, toli, the half-dressed company gathered at the table, the toast was raised all for tighter love, the lights were extinguished and lighted, who the candles brought by was not known by whom. With the first drops of melting wax melted and the last remnants (who else they were) modesty. A whirlwind of desire picked up friends, twisted, stirring the naked bodies, and carried them into the valley of passion. It was their night ...

The sunbeam brazenly squeezed through the curtains that were not slid back and crawled across the floor. Climbing onto the sofa and licking someone’s tiny foot on the way, he climbed up to Igor and tickled his nose.

"Mmm ... Where am I?" Vika ... Next ... She is so beautiful. Lord, this is not a dream, - memories of a stormy night flashed through Igor's head, still clouded from sleep. - How naturally her hand lies on the member of Olezhka. A guy who fucked my wife all night - Olezhka? Why not.Yes now Olezhka. And how the girls put him on his knees and Svetik, giving his wet silk to his tongue, swallowed his dick to the testicles ... and my (MY) Vichka spread his buttocks and with pleasure enjoyed licking a brown hole. And as the two of us entered in turn into our cats, and they passionately caressed each other ... Well, we and whores. Although ... there was no fucking motivation for some reason, there was a desire, there was a passion, maybe lust, but not fucking. Even when Svetlana licked off the smooth pubic of my beloved Olezhkino seed, it was done with such tenderness ... No, this is not fucking bad. Just a new form of our relationship. Trust ... Tenderness ... As if with a familiar, but once very beloved thing, you shook off a thick layer of dust and it appeared before your eyes ... no, not new, but different, even more desirable than before. .. Okay enough philosophical and psychological thinking. Here it is (now they) next. And I want them ... "

Sunlight slowly slid off the couch and disappeared behind the curtains. Probably went to wake someone else. P. S. Probably too idealized. Maybe someone even bored. But if you suddenly can imagine yourself in the place of these people - write. Maybe fate.

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