Coming out of the shower, I caught on myself such a attentive glance from my husband that I wanted to cover up nudity. Does Olezhek want to make a row? But my doubts were immediately dispelled:

- Natashk, do not wear panties for dinner today. And put on a blue dress. BUT?

My heart skipped a beat. Blue dress, short, simple, flared? The entire back in it is open to the cleft that separates the ass. There are also several folds in the front that cover the chest, but they lie loosely, so that anyone can penetrate the neckline without any difficulty ... Anyone?

Olezhek like reading thoughts.

- Imagine that someone wants to get under your skirt ... And there your pussy is at once, helpfully undressed and free for access.

Now my heart just started off at a gallop, as soon as I imagined that it was not my husband who wanted to get under my skirt!

In general, the whole dinner I sat on pins and needles. With crimson cheeks and sweet pulling sensations in the lower abdomen. I barely understood what the waiter said, and only eagerly caught the interested glances dropped into my neckline ...

When my husband wanted to smoke after a meal, I jumped up and rushed into the room. I was so anxious to caress my hole, that I immediately rushed to our sexodrome, without removing my sandals, lifted my skirt and launched my palm between my thighs. Oh, oh, oh, how hot and wet everything was there! And demanding its own!

I was all twisted from pleasure. Putting my studs on the bed, I raised my ass high, as if to meet a man taking me. Meanwhile, my fingers fiercely tugged at the corner of my lips, delivering a crazy pleasure. Straining my hips, I began to poke my own hand, while the second one penetrated the neckline. As soon as the nails touched the nipple caressingly, I screamed from the already almost unbearable pleasure.

And then I heard the door open. I almost didn’t care that my husband would find me in such an obscene form — maybe he would want me again? However, Olezek was clearly not alone!

I barely managed to pull up the skirt and sit down with an independent view on the bed, when three men — Oleg and two guys-neighbors — fell into the room! To say that I was in shock means to say nothing!

Meanwhile, Olezhek, as if nothing had happened, smiled at me:

- The guys here decided to continue the banquet. Where is the tequila bottle? Well, that - from the "duitka"?

“In ... in a suitcase,” I mumbled, feeling two hot glances gliding along my bare legs. Completely involuntarily, I changed position, bending my back and pulling my chest out. Both guys immediately fascinatingly shyly stared at my half-naked balls.

Wow, how it turned me on! I, all red-hot from my own caresses, just physically felt the eroticism that infused the number. In addition, both young men did not show excessive audacity when reviewing my charms. If I were otherwise, I’m afraid I would just put them out ... Besides, the husband, who noticed all these looks, smiled approvingly while he took a suitcase out of the closet and arranged the cups.

I gracefully stood up, trying to get the hem of the dress up as high as possible, and sat down with the men, being between the guys. I already understood that my husband purposely sat down at the edge of the table. My hips were right there pressed to the male, barely the guys moved forward. Not daring to stir, so as not to rub against their hot legs under summer trousers, I took the outstretched glass and drank without feeling alcohol. And only then did she hear her husband say a toast, “For Acquaintance,” and the guys introduce themselves — the little black one was called Boris, and the second, blond and hefty — Kostya.

Then we drank a little more, and the tension left me. It became easy and free. I even began to cuddle on purpose to Boris, then to Kostya. They (strangely!) Did not mind at all, and once Boris, as if by chance, put his hand on my thigh. It hit me like a shock. I felt that some more and the juices would pour out of me like a river. And what will happen to my dress? That will be a shame if I go! Annoyed by my excessive excitement, I got up, barely Boris removed his hand.

“I'm going to take a breath,” I smiled at the men and crossed the room to the balcony. The room was rather big and the men were surely staring at my bare back and ass under a thin cloth all the way through my way ...

On the balcony I leaned on the railing and bent my back. It seemed to me that my wet hole so quickly cooled. But it was not there. I immediately realized that I had taken a pose that was very convenient for a man who could have me in the back. Groaning from the impossibility of satisfying lust at the moment, I was already quite ready to launch my arm under the hem, when I suddenly heard that the balcony door was opening.

Looking back, I saw that it was Boris. At the same time, I saw how eagerly he looked at me, appreciating all the seductiveness of my posture.

“It's hotter here than in the room,” he said, lighting a cigarette, and stood very close.

“Well, yes, the air conditioner ...” I mumbled, but inside, everything shouted: “To hell with the weather!” Fuck me! ”

I turned away, looking at the sea and the flashes of disco lights below.

- Noisy. - Boris said. - Even in the room you can hear. There are no sounds except music.

I am on my guard. What does he mean?

Boris still smoked slowly. This is what was in plain sight. And the second hand? I suddenly felt like a hot male hand lay down on my ass and slowly began to stroke it.

Frozen, I did not know what to do now. So it may be that someone else, really, besides me and my husband, finds out that I don’t have panties on!

However, I did not find the strength to stop a man who was fumbling confidently over my ass. I just squinted my eyes to see if there were neighbors on the neighboring balconies. However, nothing but my head, they could not see. From the room the balcony was not visible even more so - the curtains on the windows were thick, and there was darkness outside. In short, there was absolutely no one to see how in the ass of a married woman travels the hand of a young man.

In general, I stood unmoved, feeling a surge of desire between my legs. Meanwhile, Boris grew bolder, and I felt that my buttock was already squeezed and crumpled. And then completely - the edge of the dress crawled up, exposing my buttocks. And then the male palm confidently covered my pussy. I squeaked from unspeakable sensations - my fingers were already tugging at my lips. Boris, apparently, took the lack of panties on me, as a matter of course. I heard his intermittent breathing near the ear. The intermittent breathing of another man easily explored my intimate places!

And then the sound of an unzipping zipper sounded. Boris came to me from behind and, having sent his penis to me, entered. I groaned from pleasure, feeling in my hole a solid instrument, which immediately penetrated, thanks to my juices, far, very far. And this hard weapon is not my husband! This is Boris - the man I saw for the first time just a week ago! Although he had already seen all my charms on the beach. And I stand with a raised hem, with a member crammed into me for the most eggs, and catch every tiny sensation from this member, and just five meters behind the thick curtains is my husband!

Boris put both hands on my hips. I adored when men's hands were wrapped around my waist, better than this - only when the nipples are caressed. And Boris strongly jerked my body towards himself, as if he wanted to impale me. This he completely succeeded. Oh dear, how deep it is! With a half-slip, I imploringly pleaded:

- Hush, Boris, otherwise I will re-call ... Read more →