My wife and I have been married for 10 years, we have two children. But she looks great - she goes to the shaping and to the solarium, a manicure room, etc. In general, he takes care of himself. Buys clothes such to emphasize their slender legs and rounded ass. Lingerie is always lacy and thin, often when I help her out of the car, she spreads her legs, and her snow-white panties are visible, so exciting against the background of tanned slender legs.

Once we went to the market in Luzhniki to buy clothes for ourselves and children. We bought quite a lot and were already going home, but suddenly I saw a light, sexy dress. I tell Ira: “I think you’ll feel very welcome.” The salesman, a young Caucasian guy, looked at her and said hotly: “Yes, you will be fine! If you want, you can measure it right here, we have a fitting room over there. ”Ira seemed to be shy, but I saw how the guy was looking at her, and I had a member. I calmly say to her: “Go, try it!” We went into a kind of van, rather dark. The guy gives her a dress and says, “If not your size, I’ll bring some more.” Ira right in front of him in one motion removes his dress and remains in light underwear with barely covering her shaved, cropped pubis in transparent lace panties. I was hot with a dick, a member is standing, but I pretend that everything is fine.

She puts on a dress, and he says: "I think you are a little small. Now I will bring more. ”And leaves. And I have her dress in my hands. I think, "What if I leave now?" It takes about three minutes, it is not. I say to Ira “Listen, while you measure it here, half an hour will pass, let me go and see for myself a t-shirt”. She says, "What are you, wait, this one is coming back, and I am alone in this form." I say, "Lord, yes, he sees those like a hundred pieces every day." Do not worry". And I leave, not allowing her to come to her senses, and in her hand a dress. Vizhe, an agitated seller is running with a dress. I say to him: "Listen, you measure it, pick it up to like it, I'll leave now." He understood everything, went on, and I stepped aside, my heart was beating, I began to follow the entrance to the van. Five minutes there is nothing, then I see, just two young guys go in there (sellers can also be seen, the same Caucasians), and immediately go out, stop and start looking quietly at the half-open door.

Then I slowly walk up to the van, I also look in, and I see that a completely okhuevshy Caucasian fucks my wife with cancer by right moving my panties to the side. She sweeps, her eyes are closed, her mouth is open, her hair is disheveled - I see, she will finish soon. I didn’t go away on my own, prompted me to the nearest outhouse (I’m sure it says on the wall: “Russian women love our Caucasian members” I think, oh fuck, love!) And so I quit that I finished right there. I ran out, walked for about ten minutes, I look, my wife is looking for me, but she herself is also not entirely her own, ruddy, and embarrassed, in a new dress (he presented it to her). I approached her, I looked, these young guys are standing, they show me and Iru with their fingers, they say something excitedly. I pretended that nothing happened, I say, “why are you so long,” and she told me, “where have you been?” I turned the conversation to another topic, and only at home I told her that I saw everything. She didn’t hide and afterwards confessed to me that, after shaping her, the swimming instructor (there is a pool nearby) fucked her constantly after tanning.

Here, I think, what she shaves her pussy all the time, clothes the best clothes and so on to the shaping! "And also," says, "once a young plumber came, and I went naked to the balcony to sunbathe, he saw me, and I fucked him. You yourself guilty - you didn’t fuck me for three days. "I found out watching her all day long and everything turned upside down. Now, when she leaves for shaping, I always watch her to be sexy and I’m jerking myself, I know that her instructor is pyalit. That's how my eyes opened our march to the market in Luzhniki for clothes ...