This event took place in one unremarkable evening. When I came home from work, I found a cheerful company at home — my beloved little wife Lenka, who was already pretty much pumped up, and her closest friend, Natashka. It so happened that Natasha I knew for a long time - once our mothers lay on the next beds in the maternity hospital, and my family lived not far from Natashkina, and my parents often went to visit each other, well, and with my half she studied in one group At the institute. After the institute, she married some business man, she lived well, and we did not appear often. Flushing, both girls recalled their student years with enthusiasm. On the table there was already an almost empty bottle of cognac, and Lenka and Natasha, not noticing and not hearing, stumbled into an old album, where my half kept their photos, and vividly remembered a cheerful student life:

“And this is Mashka Sokolova, remember Mashka, she rotated the novel with a red earring from a parallel stream, well, well, even after it flew to Leningrad,” Natasha animatedly poked into the photo reddened from time

- Aha, she flew, she flew, and the flyer flew from him, the flyer-rogue - my beloved laughed, lounging on her back.

At the same time, the floors of her dressing gown dispersed, and I gladly saw legs, plump, but still not lost their good seductive shape. In general, this year the heating in our house worked so powerfully that it seemed as if the power engineers wanted to make us all take it off to our underpants. On this occasion, and also because alcohol added a temperature degree to both beauties, they were dressed quite lightly. My little wife was dressed in a light summer robe-kimono, which I loved because he did not have buttons, and it was easy for me to let go of my hands, at every opportunity. Since our child had been plaguing my mother-in-law safely, being sent to her for the winter holidays, and other men, that is, I was still not in the house, Natashka was also not shy. She was surrounded by sweaters, sleeveless capes, jeans and a warm blouse, which she removed from herself as brandy entered her body. As a result of these actions, only a lacy bra remained on her, the function of which, on my man’s look, was not to support, but to seductively show its contents, and translucent tights, through which little panties looked very cute, that almost nothing was hidden. The last items of clothing interested me the most. Natashka was a graceful girl, but skater, and breasts hidden in her bra tried to break free, as a result of which the edges of quite large okolososkovykh circles were visible, and when I looked down I felt that my economy was beginning to strain. In order not to be caught peeping like a pimply schoolboy, I entered and loudly asked:

- And more from this red one none of those present flew?

The answer was a cheerful squeal of Natasha, who began to hide all parts of her toilet nearby, and the drunken diagnosis of my faithful:

- Fool, and do not heal! Do not embarrass Natasha, and in general our brandy is over, if you want, run away, otherwise we will not give you anything - while she shook her finger, - no!

- And what will any of you give me: something? - I asked grinning. His wife's sneaker whizzed past, as I prudently jumped out into the corridor.

After my return, the picture changed a little - the photos of the student years were changed to the pictures of our family life, and Natasha was already wearing an old fiancée, a summer robe with only two buttons that allowed only the lower part of the seductive body to be covered. But the breasts of the girlfriend's wife, to my great pleasure, were available for full view.The heat in the apartment also did her dirty deed, and both girls were getting more and more powerful. The conversation was already on Natasha, and from him I realized that recently a business man who had lived with her for 15 years had abandoned her for an 18-year-old girl.

“I replied to him, the reptile, reprimanded the lousy cloud of documents for up to three nights, otmazyvat him from the tax, and he, the brute, had a look at this young damn! - Natasha was hot.

So that our feast would not turn into the evening of watering with the mud of the ex-husband, I quickly uncorked the bottle and we drank for them, for the smart ones. Then we drank for wonderful young years, for students and potatoes in the first year, for children, and then for parents of such beauties who sit with me. My wife was getting more and more. She covered one eye and looked up at me with her arms akimbo:

- I want to dance! And you, freak, can you invite a lady to dance?

- Which of the two? - I asked.

“And both at once,” the wife replied proudly. - Or you two is not enough?

“Enough, enough for two and three,” I tried to calm her down.

- And in general, Natasha, maybe she does not want together?

“I want to,” said Natasha, and immediately giggled shyly.

“He wants to, she has long laid eyes on you, she told me at the institute,” his wife said drunkenly, squinting. - Only I'm better, right?

Alcohol has already worked well for me.

“We need to check this,” I said. Let's not be together, but dance separately, because I need to compare which of you is better.

- Oh, you bastard like that! - the wife began, but I swirled her and we began to dance something very sexually very slow. Looking into my eyes, she began to slide her body up and down my body, while playfully stroking me at my farm, which did not hesitate to immediately increase in size. At the same time, her gown was almost completely flung open, exposing a very appetizing, elastic pair of breasts, with provocatively standing brownish nipples.

- Lenka, not at a party, - I whispered confusedly.

- And what I want and will be! - happily exclaimed his wife.

Here the music ended, and while there was some kind of fast melody behind it, we again used it with a ryumashka. The thrilling presence of two half-naked young, half-drunk women stirred my blood.

“And now the second stage of the test,” I cried happily when the next slow composition began.

- Easy! - answered Natasha, and, wrapped her neck around me, gently pressed against me.

My attempts to somehow hide my penis, which stood like a rock, were in vain - Natashka fully pressed against me, and breathed hotly in my neck, so that it seemed that I was already entering into her.

Already completely drunk Lenka, tried in vain to focus on our eyes. She never wore a bathrobe, and her right breast was completely exposed. Looking at this, I felt that I was completely boiling up, and began quietly kissing Natashkin's delicate neck. Natasha did not resist, but she began to caress the back of my head, and stroke me on the back. Realizing that she was not against it, I slipped off with both hands on the chubby ass of my girlfriend's wife. The ass turned out to be surprisingly elastic, her mistress pretended as if nothing was coming, and somewhere in the wilds of my mind-clouded desire the thought slipped through: - And here would be:

The music had not yet finished, as Lenka jumped up from the sofa, and, swaying, rushed into the bathroom on the move, grunting her mouth with her squeezed hand: - Oh, it's bad for me at all:

I threw back Natashkin's head, and, despite her weak “Leshik, do not be!”, I started kissing her with all the desire that was seething in my almost ossified member. Natasha gladly responded to my kisses, ruffling my hair at the back of my head. She knew how to kiss, I understood it by her agile language. My hand at this time with ease opened the floor of the robe and I felt that in these beautiful little panties it was already very, very wet, and my hairy little thing ...