Marina set the table, while Vika stood leaning against the door frame.

- Oh, Marishka, - having made scary eyes, Vika said, - I will throw my husband on your husband at night and rape, because between us there will be no your heroic body!

Marina was an old friend of Vika. Their friendship was pure and unclouded. They didn’t beat the guys off each other, there was no envy, both were beautiful slender blondes. And when Marishka met Sasha, Vika was happy for her - the guy was too nice.

Broad-shouldered, handsome, courteous. In any company, he immediately became the center of attention, screaming jokes that did not go beyond the bounds of decency, and beautifully caring for the ladies, without going over that line when his companion began to feel uneasy. And in bed, according to Marishka, he was tireless and diverse; he rushed at her like a beast, he was gentle to shyness.

Easy eroticism, emanating from Sasha, did not leave indifferent and Vika. She gladly flirted with him, constantly feeling his attention, and did not get scared when his frankly masculine gaze slid, for example, along her slim legs. However, all this never went beyond the limits of a joke, and, apparently, suited all three. And being a witness at the wedding of Sasha and Marishka, Vika, seeing happy newlyweds, was terribly happy for her friend. That day, as often before, Vika stayed with the spouses to spend the night ...

“I’m not afraid of that,” said Marishka seriously, then she smiled. - In general, I'm tired of sleeping in the middle. Even though our sofa seems huge, the three of us are cramped on it.

- Have not noticed.

- Yes? You did not sleep in the middle ...

“But propriety ...” Vick’s raised eyebrows raised.

In response, Marishka also raised her eyebrows, narrowing her eyes to the nose. The friends laughed.

- No, I feel, I will have to buy you a sofa in the kitchen ...

- No sofas in the kitchen! ..

Sasha appeared from behind Vika and hugged her around her waist. Vika did not deny herself the pleasure of also clinging to his strong body.

- You are my second wife, and by status should be in my bed.

And he pulled Vika closer to him.

- Fool. - Nonsense said Mariska. “Okay, lover heroes, sit down at the table.”

Vika could not sleep. The presence of a number of strong beautiful male body did not allow to relax. There was nothing like this before. Sasha remained a friend, and his latent eroticism never excited her to such an extent. In addition (you have to be such a fool), she, having exposed Sasha, lay down completely naked - the girl was always tormented by pathological insomnia, if her body did not feel complete freedom. "I will have to go to Igor, to relax a little," Vika thought.

Gradually, she began to fall asleep. And then she felt that her elastic ass something touched. The dream fell off her. The girl froze. All her erotic thoughts flooded with new force. She couldn't help herself, imagining WHAT could touch her buttocks. What was her fear when a hot man's hand, making his way under the sheet, confidently lay down on the bend of the thigh. At the same moment the girl was powerfully attracted to the male body. Thoughts, like a flock of fish, flew off somewhere. In the night, there was only a feeling of a solid pulsating male beginning comfortably nestled between her elastic buttocks. But Sashka did not stop there, pushing his second hand between the bed and the female body, he fixed the victory and continued the offensive. The top hand began a slow study. She slid off her thigh, confidently caressing her flat stomach. Fingers gently ran around the circle around the navel, and then crawled higher and lay under the chest, slightly raising it, as if weighing. Vika felt, how confidently, the high, elastic chest squeezes her confident hand. And then Sasha squeezed his fingers with unexpected force.The girl felt a surge of voluptuous pain, experiencing a series of jolts in the lower abdomen.

“Toy Orgasm,” as Vika herself called these sensations, sobered her a little, but Sasha did not allow her to come to her senses. He completely captured the turned chest, letting the nipple between his fingers swollen to pain, squeezing it lightly. A new attack of voluptuousness made Vika produce a stifled moan, and Sasha continued to gently torment her nipple. The girl was completely in his power, and when his knee was squeezed between her legs, she dutifully bent one, moving the knee far to the side. Sasha immediately came down a bit, and his manhood turned out to be opposite her wet slits. The cave of love appeared completely defenseless in front of a powerful aggressive beast, ready to surrender to the victor. This vision again made the girl quietly moan.

She is in the tide of voluptuousness seized the pulsing rod of love. He was big, but not huge, and very solid. Under her thin graceful fingers, he started, and Vika was momentarily afraid that Sashka would pour out his juice ahead of time, but he only snarled softly. Testing it, Vika smoothly pulled the skin from the top to the bottom. Under her fingers with well-groomed nails there was felt steel, over which the softest velvet gently slid. No longer able to tolerate the sweet flour, the girl sent a love spear into her quivering trap, feeling the fingers of Sashkin pressing into her thighs, and his body drives its unbridled beast further into the cave submissive to its new owner. An orgasm shook her body, and she buried herself in a pillow, drowning out the groans rushing from her throat. The girl expected that her partner would also be freed from her juice, but he, imperiously drawing her by the hips, continued to powerfully and measuredly pierce his victim. Vika admitted to herself that her treacherous body responded to Sasha. Her back sagged, as if wishing to present the cave to the aggressor as obligingly as possible, her hips also lived their lives, meeting each push with oncoming traffic. Her little foot, stretching out her fingers, began to caress the male thigh. A few minutes later Sasha could not stand it. The powerful piston, which rules in the cave of love, suddenly stopped. The girl felt how he filled it all with her, and then exploded. Hot jet struck Vika from the inside, as if burning out, and a long lingering orgasm made the night glow with rainbow colors ...

When the ability to think returned to the girl, she realized that she could never blame herself for her cowardice. So delightful was what happened. However, Vika swore to herself that this would never happen again. She loved Marishka as a sister, and her husband should remain her husband. “I know how much they love each other. And I have never seen him look at another woman with a greater desire than his wife. ” Sasha stirred and whispered, tickling her delicate ear:

- Listen...

“Don't say anything,” Vika turned to him. - Let's just agree that this wonderful night we just had a dream. Everything will be the same.

She did not see how Sasha shook his head incredulously, turning away to Marishka ... There was no mood. Night adventure did not go out of my head. In addition, Vika has forgotten her cosmetic bag at Marishka. We'll have to call on them after work today. Vika had her keys to their apartment, and she expected, after leaving early from work, to pick up her cosmetic bag ...

Opening the door, Vika walked into the hallway and froze, rooted to the spot. At the open door, she saw Marishka and Sasha making love. It was a delightful sight. Vika openly looked at the couple. Mariska, having bent her tanned back, stood in a classic pose of ass to a partner. Her buttocks elastically shuddered to the beat of Sasha's movements.

And he, growling from undisguised passion, dug his fingers into his wife's hips and pushed his rod of love farther and farther. They were so beautiful in their unbridled passion, not hearing and not seeing anything around ...

Vicki's hand involuntarily crawled to the edge ...