It all started with my trip to the cafe. It is a completely innocuous summer visit to a business meeting, as I thought then. I don’t know, believe me, I don’t know, I would like to repeat all this, but what passed was not to be undone. And a lot has happened. I am 30 years old, although I look much younger. I am married to a beautiful man and I love him madly. As for my appearance, I will say simply - many would envy. A tall, beautifully folded blonde, with an unusually beautiful face, a delicate second-size breast and a delightful supple ass - that's all me. And not only this:

I have a wonderful relationship with my spouse. I am a faithful wife, and he is a great lover. And although I suspect that he has had affairs on the side, I have enough female wisdom not to go to him with my speculation. He already gives me excessive attention, and in terms of sex, despite 10 years of cohabitation, everything is as good as possible for us. Yes, I still consider myself a faithful wife, despite what happened to me, because I am faithful to him internally and will never betray him.

The meeting in the cafe was set for half past seven. When I came home from work, I had time to relax, remake household chores, and think about how to behave and what to wear. I met with a representative of the company, a major supplier of the goods I needed, who helped with additional earnings in the service. My colleague had to bring us together. We worked five years ago in the same company, and we still have good relations.

So, I chose my favorite short dress, to which I was very accustomed, in order to look natural, but at the same time attractive. She stabbed beautiful curly hair into a comfortable hairstyle, which opens my slender swan neck from all sides, which I do not often. She made up her makeup and, looking at herself from all sides, regretted that there was no husband around, he would appreciate it. Standing in front of the window, I once again measured myself with a critical gaze in the rays of the setting sun. Through a light dress, thongs shone through quite a bit and I really liked it, but the bra seemed out of place. I hesitated a bit, as I had never worn summer dresses on my bare chest (my husband considers it to be loose), but now I’ve decided and pulled out an extra piece of toilet. The effect turned out to be magnificent: the dress fitted me tightly and with the movements I began to feel how it slides over my nipples and, out of surprise, they swelled and began to stick out. I leaned forward to see if my breasts were visible in the neckline. Fine, visible, but only to acceptable limits. My dear spouse will be away only in a week, so I decided that this is a great excuse to be “naked”.

When I went outside, I felt a light refreshing breeze and how easy it was to breathe without a bra in a summer dress. I have long been accustomed to, that both men and women pay attention to me, but now it seemed to me that my chest was bare and everyone looked at her like she was naked. In order to get a little distracted from myself, I decided to look at other girls coming to meet me. It turned out that most of them are dressed like me and feel great. Some of them show nipple mugs so much through T-shirts that it really looks dissolute, and I look very decent on this background.

Deciding to drive a couple of stops, I got on the bus. Here I noticed that many men turned in my direction and involuntarily hold their eyes on me. At first it was a little uncomfortable, and then a funny thought came to my mind: if I looked at their pants, maybe someone was really happy to see me. But, not having time to have fun, I got off at the right stop.

The cafe was very cozy, not a lot of people and nice music. I arrived a little earlier than appointed and sat at a table in the corner of the hall.Stupid thoughts continued to creep into my head, and to distract myself, I ordered ice cream. Ten minutes later, Katya, my friend, and that very representative of the company arrived. When I saw them, the thought flashed through my head: “Damn, such a handsome man, I must be warned in advance, and I dressed like a whore. Inconveniently somehow, it is necessary to let the business look. " And a little eyebrows, waved to them. We met, his name was Anton. He was above average height, with a face like an Italian and a sports figure. The impression from the conversation, he left a good, which was rare for men with the appearance of macho. It seems that something like that at that moment he was thinking about me.

We quickly agreed on everything, the deal was beneficial for everyone and I could not wait to immediately sign the necessary papers in order to quickly get rid of this care. But Anton did not take the documents, since he came to the meeting from the office, and they were at his home. Then Katya intervened in the matter:

- You still have no hurry today. Let's go to Anton, we will sign everything, and then he will take us home.

About nine in the evening we were with Anton. He lived in the city center, in an apartment in a new prestigious house. Inside, everything was beautiful and fashionable. And decoration, and furniture, and even kitschy fines - everything was like from magazines. So that when he proposed to “wash the contract a little”, we did not object to Katerina. Anton left us alone for a few minutes, and he went to the supermarket for groceries.

We talked with Katya and she told me that she sees Anton for the second time in her life, and for the first time at his house, like me. He also made a good impression on her both as a man and as a business person.

Anton returned with a bunch of fruit, packages of ice cream and two bottles of champagne. We sat down at a glass table in the dining room and began to celebrate. The result was a real little celebration of light music, dim lights and crackling candles on the table. Just like in the same cafe. We hardly talked about work, but we joked a lot on any topics and laughed. He was an interesting storyteller and I forgot about the time and where I was. When we finished the second bottle and he ran away after the others, it dawned on me how I got drunk. Katya, too, was drunk, but refused to go away flatly. Yes, and I was driven home only out of a sense of necessity.

After a short walk through the air, Anton apparently came back to normal, and when he returned, he noticed what kind of “merry” we are already. In order to "not stay up late", he offered to dance. There was no one against. We moved to the hall with the whole table. Our host put on a beautiful slow music and dimmed the lighting to a minimum. At first, the three of us sat against each other and talked about something, but the conversation was somehow crumpled. Katerina first got up and offered Anton a dance. He was waiting for this, but he himself ran a little back and therefore did not hurry. They went to the middle and smoothly circled around the room. I looked at them through a crystal glass of champagne, amid fussy running bubbles, and thought that once I had to go home anyway.

The next dance was mine. We held on to each other, as it should be, but it seemed to me that I looked too romantic and he could see it. Several times I glanced at Katya and caught that she was looking at Anton, not as a friend, but as a hungry female. And it was with that - two years divorced, without male attention.

The music ended quickly and on the third dance Katerina approached us. So that our three movements did not look stupid, we had to pull closer to each other. It was already something passing the boundaries of business acquaintance. We hugged for the waist, but I saw that my friend every time slides her hand on Anton's ass and does not take her eyes off him. It was the right moment to leave them dancing together. I carefully unhooked and went to the chair at the far end of the room. I was embarrassed, but curious to look at the dancers. They looked at each other, and seemed to have completely forgotten about me.A minute later they kissed, and a little later, Anton began to stroke her ass on my girlfriend, from which she began to moan slightly and, emboldened, she reached into his pants. Having felt there what she was looking for, Katya began to move her hand rhythmically, and her gentleman had already lifted up her dress and launched her hand ...