We planned this vacation for many years. We can say that we never together and never rested. In the sense that sitting in a country house with children hardly pulls on a joint rest. But this time we decided that our boys finally grew up and we now have the right, having pushed them along grandparents, to devote 2 weeks to each other. Having inspected our financial capabilities, we stopped at a variant with a trip to Bulgaria. I was already there once before I met Natalia. Then still, young and single, I went there with my friend, the same carefree young man. We had fun, wandered around the restaurants, of which there are many on the coast, got acquainted with the same carefree girls, in short, everything was as it should be. But now I - deep 30, with me - my wife. Our order was this: in the morning — to the beach, after lunch — either to Varna, or just lying in the nomenre, and in the evenings we crawled out to dinner at some restaurant. Every time - in the new. Here once, sitting at the table of such a restaurant in the open air, contemplating the night sea and listening to musicians, we met Tolik and Marina. They were from Moscow. A bit was probably 40 or a bit more. Not very tall, dense, with dark hair framed his bald spot, he was ready to talk for hours on any topic, demonstrating his eloquence and healthy teeth. Marina, his wife, 10 years younger than her husband, short, with long dark hair, in a T-shirt with a neckline, through which the contours of a beautiful and large bust were guessed, and in a short skirt, tight butt in the world. From both it was clear that their ancestors did not do without mixing Slavic and Jewish blood.

They talked about nothing, and Tolik clearly preferred to demonstrate his eloquence to my Natalia. I knew that she liked this type of men. It was a bit strange that a tall (eighty meter) and slender woman liked short, tight uncles with a balding head. Tolik also clearly had a crush on Natasha and in a conversation almost exclusively referred only to her. Marina, on the other hand, focused on my person, but I often missed her chatter, absorbed in contemplating the game that had arisen between Tolik and Natasha. In the meantime, the music program in the restaurant was over, the site gradually began to empty, and we, too, started to go back home.

“Come back tomorrow night.” - Marina told us at parting. We nodded and went to our hotel.

The next day, I teased Natasha, telling her how this Tolik looked carnivorous when he stared at his black eyes on her.

- The client is your type! - I spoke.

- Yes, an interesting man. - She said thoughtfully.

- And Marina - well, just your ideal! - she began to smack.

- No, I did not guess. - I said. She is certainly a prominent lady, but not so to say that she is completely to my taste.

In the evening we again went in search of a good place for dinner. We did not speak about the new meeting with Marina and Tolik, although it seemed to me that Natashka would like to see him again. Turning around the door of several establishments, we again found ourselves near yesterday's restaurant. Will we go in? - I asked. As you want. - with feigned indifference answered his wife. Shreds and Marina was not visible. We sat down at a table, made an order and began to eat. It seemed that yesterday’s story came to its sad and logical conclusion, when I suddenly heard Marinin’s voice:

- And we already thought that you would not come! - she said loudly, flopping on a chair next to me ... Shreds quickly began to make an order to the waitress. He again talked non-stop, looked eagerly at Natasha, touched her hand and did not pay attention to his wife at all. Marina sat with a thoughtful look.When the slow music began to play, he took my hand and suggested:

- Let's Dance. I looked at my wife, she was all in attention, listening to her beau. Marina and I got up from the table and hugging each other slowly moved in time with the melody.

- Does this situation bother you? - Marina asked suddenly.

“No,” I replied. I just wonder at my wife, she often happens to be so squeezed, but before your Tolik she just melts! Marina smiled and laid her head on my shoulder.

“Tolya can cast a spell on a woman,” she said slowly.

- How long have you been? - I asked.

- What a long time? Flirting with couples? I nodded. Not so long ago. It just helps in a long family life. Have you tried? She asked.

“I have been thinking about this for a long time, but Natasha isn’t talking any further,” I replied. Marina smiled again and pressed closer to me. Her breasts pressed elastically into me, to which my body responded with involuntary movement in the groin area. Marina felt the reaction and pressed closer.

We are back at the table. Tolik told Natasha about some kind of actress who got entangled in her lovers and stroked her hand on the table. Distracted at last from the interlocutor, he said:

- Want to drink a good cognac ?. We shrugged.

“The day before yesterday, Marinka and I bought excellent brandy, they don’t serve it here,” he continued. Are you coming? - he looked at me first, from Natalia. My wife and I looked at each other, she expressed indecision with all her appearance, that is, she simply transferred all responsibility for the further to me.

- Let's go - Marina got up and took my hand. I obeyed, followed by Tolik and Natasha. On the way to their hotel, the wife again hit the malice:

- How you are kind with this Marina, and you don’t pay attention to your wife - she tried to get angry.

“Well, I’ve got enough attention for you today,” I retorted. I'm just bastard, watching you with this Tolik.

- And what - the wife shrugged his shoulders, he is an interesting man, nicely caring ...

“Okay, I said, stitching her ass, rest, relax with an interesting man.”

“And you are not even jealous,” the wife tried to take offense.

- I really like to look at you from the side - I replied. Wife smiled.

Our new acquaintances lived in a two-room double suite.

“Great for you,” Natashka said enviously.

- Why did you go to Bulgaria and not somewhere to the Canaries? - I asked Tolik. - We are already here ..., he looked at Marina, for the fifth or sixth time. We like this place, so we come back every time again and again.

Tolik led us into the living room and, after scribbling in the closet, took out cognac.

- Natasha, do me a favor while I open it, find in-oh-he is there glasses, he said, and Marina will bring us fruit.

- Will you help me? - Marina asked and led me to the bathroom to wash grapes and pears. She bent over the sink, and I served her fruit dishes.

Well, I thought, let's check how serious it is and walk up behind Marina to hug her waist. Marina paused for a moment, then lay back to me, turning her head and putting her lips for a kiss. I ran my lips up her neck and wove them up with the lips of the mistress of the room. The hand involuntarily reached for the luxurious marina breast. Feeling this Marina wet hand groped my dick through the bundles and began to stroke it. And the thought flashed through my head: I'll be good, appearing before Natasha with a wet spot on the most interesting place!

When Marina and I entered the living room, carrying fruit plates, there was no one in the room. The door to the balcony was open, and behind the curtain swayed in the wind, two figures could be seen standing ...