(continuation of "Start")

For three hours I talked about the city. Circling aimlessly through the narrow streets around the hotel, I rummaged through myself - a gamut of unfamiliar feelings overwhelmed me, of which only one was jealousy, I was familiar enough well, and even that was some kind of dull, mixed with the recently experienced visions - pictures of the spouse fucking, and not fucking with me. I do not know what was in my head anymore, stupid jealousy or memories so fresh that my cock did not want to calm down. Charter, finally, from these aimless reels, I returned to the hotel, but for some reason did not want to come back to the room (possibly because I could not foresee my new relationship with my wife), and I turned into a long richly decorated corridor , at the end of which the massive double doors with a huge “Restaurant” sign shone with matte color of valuable wood. In the hall, apparently because of the evening that had just begun, it was deserted, just at the end of the hall there was a “warm” company of decently dressed men, and at the window two girls had dinner (or had dinner), obviously considering the establishment as a base for advertising their services. Having found a row of booths half-closed with curtains on the left, I settled in at the entrance to one of them, the waiter did not have to wait long. I did not want to eat, and I ordered a few beers with croutons, cheese and anchovies. Beer acted on me soothingly, I lazily dragged him, watching the place gradually being filled with people, confused, meticulously and professionally inspecting everyone who entered, and the hum of the company at the end of the hall interrupted more and more romantic music. There was almost no place left when I saw the newly arrived visitors - a man and two women who, having not found another place, did not find another way out how to sit down to the confused. The hall already reigned twilight, mixed with the smoke of expensive cigarettes, so I saw only the silhouettes of these visitors, two of which seemed strangely familiar to me. The man was actively courting his companions, while he did not lose the opportunity to look at the neighboring tables, as if trying to find someone.

The beer was over, but the waiter did not have to call, however, instead of the young man there was a girl, very pretty, and even more sexy, besides, she was dressed appropriately to her image - the apron was significantly longer than the skirt, and the cleavage would be indecent if not the tender skin of her plump breasts. Considering my member still standing, it was very difficult to keep myself from climbing under her skirt from behind or not nuzzling the hollow between her breasts when she, leaning a little, cleaned up at a table or put a beer. For restraining myself against these unseemly acts, I completely lost sight of the contemplation of the situation in the restaurant, and completely, as it turned out later, in vain. The waitress, noticing my lewd views, notified me that I had occupied one of the VIP rooms, the list of services in which is much wider than in the main hall. Understanding my silence as an agreement, she brought with the next batch of beer (who would you think?), Yes, it was those very girls of easy virtue who immediately blossomed with pleasure, apparently my view fully corresponded to the requirements of only a known standard. I had no choice but to order a beer for them, they immediately requested champagne, vodka and fruit with cakes, which I ordered in the smallest possible quantities.

The girls turned out to be without sets (and where did the complexes come from in such a profession ?!), one, having drunk a glass of champagne with vodka, climbed to kiss, smearing abnormally red lipstick on my cheeks, and the second got into my pants, found my complete readiness, which is why at a loss from her talents, which, however, did not prevent her from enjoying my dick.I didn’t fail to answer them in the same way, groping on the boobs of one or the other (not feeling much of a difference, by the way), slapping them in the asses and pinching their thighs, that is, doing what a little man in a place like that. Occasionally I looked at these classes in the hall, where smoke, music and twilight sent even more, maybe only because that man with two ladies never left my head, and I could not remember where I did them. saw. In the meantime, this trinity behaved quite relaxedly, every time the glasses rose, one after another the brotherhoods followed, and the free behavior of the hands of the men left no doubt about the old intimate relationships, in short, I envied him - what could happen to prostitutes so unusual?

Apparently, their behavior was noticed not only by me - the rumble of that “warm” company began to move from the end of the hall to the window, the underdogs obviously could not resist communicating with the ladies, and, most likely, intuitively decided that two beautiful women for one man - it's a bit much. Looking once again at the table by the window, I found that he was surrounded by a crowd of men who organically joined the small team, namely ... they sat down close to the ladies and impose close relationships, their companion disappeared somewhere. The ladies behaved quite democratically, allowing them not to immediately throw off men's hands from their knees and move away from the gentlemen trying to embrace them. The ladies obviously enjoyed tremendous success, but my confused ones, having regretted that they had not left such a favorable place by the window at the time, quietly evaporated, I soon saw them in the same company, unlike their unprofessional rivals, they behaved much more relaxed, both were already on their knees and kissing passionately with anyone, who would turn up the arm. A loud dancing melody was turned on in the hall, and the whole crowd, dropping chairs and plates, threw itself onto the “penny”. Another couple, as a rule, was kissing my booth every now and then, and with male hands on the female ass, one of the ladies had a skirt already on the belt, and the partner squeezed her buttocks hard, as if trying to squeeze an orange.

The look of this orange seemed familiar to me, but I was bored alone, I didn’t want to go to the general company, besides, the drunk beer required ease, I slowly (the benefit of my booth was near the exit) got out of the restaurant and headed to my room . The room was empty, his wife was not in it !!!

The bed was not cleaned, the remnants of a modest feast on the table, and in the morning the unventilated room still contained the smells of recent events, remind me of the unexpectedness of my wife’s dissent. I jumped out into the corridor and ran face-to-face with a breathless man, it was Nikolai. He was in a new suit, it dawned on me that I saw him in a restaurant with two ladies, and in the new suit I simply did not recognize at dusk. Nikolai dragged me back to the room and immediately confusedly began to explain to me that my wife persuaded him to bring a girlfriend for me, and he himself was tormented by remorse about our unequal position in relation to my spouse. They arrived about four hours ago, but, not finding me in the room and after waiting for more than an hour, they decided to have a bite in the restaurant, and Nikolay went up to twenty times in the room in the hope that I would still announce. Only here it dawned on me what the “orange” turned out to be so familiar to me — it was the ass of my own spouse! Without hesitating, we went downstairs, behind the doors of the restaurant there was a steady roar mixed with dance music and women's laughter, and I opened the door. A spontaneous circle of male visitors formed in the hall, but in the center four women, obviously not worried about their appearance, danced dashingly about him - his legs were moving high enough.

Obviously, due to a drunken state, one or the other led to the side, but they were not allowed to fall by timely substituted male hands that did not miss the chance to grab and cuddle everything that comes their way, after which the lady was thrown back into the circle.At the time of our appearance this ritual act, obviously, reached its apogee - ladies are not so much ...