Hey. My name is Tatyana. I want to tell you a story that happened to me on my honeymoon. Unfortunately, I myself was partly to blame for the event, so I had to hide everything from my relatives and only the boarding pages allow me to write about it. I do not even know where to start my story? I married for love. My husband, Michael, took care of me for a long time. Before him, I had a rather turbulent past, I liked men and had many admirers, but Michael with his perseverance won my heart. We played a beautiful wedding and went on a honeymoon trip. One of the stopping points in our route was the house of the brother of Mikhail Nikolay, who was located on the shores of Lake Seliger. Places just stunning beauty! Upon arrival, a big festive table was arranged, since a lot of our friends and relatives came to spend summer days at Seliger. Mikhail has a two-storey and quite large house, with rooms for ten to twelve. We were taken to a separate bedroom on the second floor in the right wing of the house, where a separate staircase led, so that we could retire with our husband at any time for love. The evening began just wonderfully, everyone ate kebabs on the beach and swam in the warm water of the lake. When the mosquitoes began to jam, everyone moved into the house at a large table in the living room. I was the queen of the holiday, to the table I changed into a white short dress, stockings and high-heeled shoes. A friend helped me to make a beautiful hair and makeup, the same as at the wedding. My husband and I sat at the head of the table and portrayed the newlyweds. Everything was practically real: cries bitterly, dance with the bride and toasts to the health of the young. The only thing I didn’t like right away was that, my Nikolay was at first a holiday, all the time he went to the men's company, in which his brother Michael dominated, and they drank some kind of well-known toast. By midnight, I had already asked Kohl to skip the piles, but where there, when one by one there is toast for the future of the young. The appeal to Michael did not help either, he just smiled and dragged me to dance. Since my constricted person could move his legs with great difficulty, almost all of the ballads with me were taken by Mikhail as an immediate relative. He highlight, promised to Nicholas to look after me. In the dance, he rather strongly pressed me to himself, quietly pawing me behind the ass and strove to push my knee between my thighs. I offended him as best I could, but what could I do, not to raise the scandal, thereby putting my husband in a very awkward position. Moreover, only one young people remained at the table, they all broke up into couples and were engaged in the fact that they also pawed each other. Mikhail whispered to me that Kolya and I had a whole life ahead of him, and he had only one evening, so that I could play around with me. I blamed everything on his drunkenness and the absence of his girlfriend with him today. By the middle of the clock to two nights, I realized that it was starting to lean almost towards the universal group sex, especially after turning off the big light. I asked Mikhail to take Kolya and me to the second floor. My first decided to resist, but I described what was waiting for him in our bed, after which he enthusiastically, though not without the help of Michael, moved to the designated place. In the bedroom, the two of us ate and calmed my husband, as he was trying to make love without getting to the bed. At the moment when I put Kohl on the bed, he managed to grab me by the hips and lift the hem of the dress on my back, opening my ass to Michael’s eyes and legs, in all its glory, white lace panties and stockings. I was embarrassed, but I could not straighten the dress, as Nicholas wrapped his arms around me with both hands. He probably drunk did not realize that we are not alone. Michael, having seen enough of my beauty, decided to come to the rescue.He freed me from the embrace of her husband, while quite brazenly running his hand over my hips and behind. This already crossed all the boundaries of what was permitted, I resolutely pointed out to Michael the door. Seeing that I was seriously angry, he left the bedroom, promising me to arrange a surprise.

“Enough of surprises for me today,” I threw him on the trail and closed the door leading downstairs to the latch. Since this was the only entrance to the half allotted to us, it was possible to go to bed without worrying about the drunken tricks of the householder or his guests.

Taking a deep breath, I thought that it was a sin to complain, the evening was generally successful, and as for Michael’s drunken harassment, it’s necessary to give my Kolya a head that he wouldn’t get drunk the next time, both will wallow in my legs with apologies tomorrow.

Returning to the bedroom, I found my narrowed already sleeping peacefully across the bed. It took me quite a lot of work to pull off his suit and shirt. Having coped with this difficult task, I decided to take a shower before going to bed to relieve the tension of the last hours. Good house of Michael, was supplied with hot water.

The bathroom was quite large in size with a wide window from which a beautiful view of the lake opened. Having let the water out, I slowly began to take off my dress, admiring the lake through the window, into the heat in the yard, it did not seem to me anything strange that the window was open. At that moment, when I pulled off a dress over my head, whose men's hand suddenly closed my mouth. At first I was not even very scared, thinking that it was Kolya who decided to throw out another drunken joke. Imagine my surprise when, turning, I saw Michael. He continued to squeeze my mouth, holding his waist tight with my other hand.

- Calm down and do not shout, people are hanging out there by the window, you will wake the whole house, then you will not get shame! Well, I let go of my hand, do not even think of screaming, I will say that it was you who dragged me here, he whispered in my ear.

I had nothing to do, how to agree, I was still hoping for reasonable arguments that could affect the master of the house. It turned out that he climbed through the window and hid between the door and the clothes closet, so I didn’t notice him. When he let me go, I turned around to run to my husband in the room, but he continued to hold me tight, and what could I do now for my Nikolai, who was snoring loudly on his pillow. I began to beg in a whisper that Mikhail would leave and let me go to her husband.

“I promised you a surprise, you didn’t believe me, now get it,” with these words, he took some photos from his pants and threw it on the table. Then he jerked me around and tilted my head above them. From horror and amazement I got my eyes on my forehead. The photos were not of very good quality, apparently made through the window, but even so, they clearly showed me doing a blow job to a man in whom I recognized a physical instructor from our school and his gym in the gym. Then I immediately remembered how we celebrated the eleventh grade in a school where I teach literature. I then drank heavily and did not notice myself how I was dragged to my gym teacher. I always liked him a little, tall, young, with strong muscles. We kissed passionately, he pulled me hard, I lost control of myself for a while and didn’t resist when he lowered me to his knees with an imperious movement and drove me a member of the cubes. It was foolish to start a conversation about literature, I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck him until he roughly finished in my mouth. Then it seemed to me a drunken adventure fun, we did not even fuck with him. The problem was that I had already met Nicholas for quite a long time and the date on the photos indicated this.

- Well, what a great surprise I prepared for your wedding? You want, call your Nicholas, and if you want, I will call your friends from the bottom to look at the cool photos. Why are you silent?

- Misha, where did you get this from? - I asked in surprise.

- Yes, I bought it on occasion. Thank God that I did it.And not one of your students. So what are we going to do? It may be a gift for your family or even the whole school, or it may be a surprise only for you if ...