There is! She hypothetically agreed with the idea that she would sleep with a Georgian. I have already caught my breath from these thoughts. But still in the night chat, I frankly shared with Tengiz my wife’s doubts. His answer destroyed my last worries:

- Dmitry, in three days I will be in your city, we will meet, sit in a restaurant, we will talk. If you do not like me, then just go away.

- OK, deal. And in what restaurant we will meet and in what time?

- Yes, you leave me the phone, I'll call you and tell you where I will book a table. Here is my phone number.

Due to security, I initially did not intend to give my phone number to my wife’s one-time lover. But in this case, I thought that my security plans were more like paranoia. And I gave my mobile number, where I had contacts with my entire clientele.

On the appointed date, my Katya began to intensively train her irresistibility in the morning: in the morning she visited a beauty salon, where she had an incredible hairstyle, raised her fingernails, ottedikurili legs: her heels became tender like those of a baby, and her nails began to sparkle with bright red varnish . Her legs and so did not differ hairiness, but she shaved them again. Especially carefully, leaving only a tiny striped, she shaved pubis, pussy and ass. She even called me for help, although she never did it:

- Look, is everything smooth there?

I kissed her in smelling lower lip shaving gel:

- Everything is fine, as always!

- No, well, I'm serious ...

- And I'm serious: you are so beautiful with me, why are you worried?

- Yes, what if he does not like me ...

- You will not understand: then the man does not like her, you are afraid that he will not like you ...

“Oh, you don't understand anything.” - Kate frowned forehead and went to put makeup on her face - the final touches of perfection.

Then Katya chose clothes for a very long time. I, as the author of the date idea, were consulted with me in every detail of my toilet:

- What do you think, wear stockings or tights? No, better stockings ... Black, white or these? ... Under this suit it is better to mesh ... No, I'd rather wear this dress with a neckline ... Or is it better to have a blouse with a skirt? Or maybe jeans?

As a result, she wore black thongs, black stockings and a black dress that she never wore: strict in shape, like a stocking fitting body from neck to knees, it was made from some kind of magic fabric and became absolutely transparent when falling on it light at a certain angle. It looked like this: Katya goes in a dress, takes a step, and it turns from dense black into transparent, takes another step - and again nothing is visible. She didn’t like her bra under this dress, and she decided to go without a bra at all.

I called Tengiz, called the place where he was waiting for us and asked what we would drink. Katya said she wanted whiskey with cherry juice, and I settled on Armenian cognac. When left, it was getting dark.

In the restaurant, it turned out that Tengiz ordered a separate room there, where we were taken. A muffled light burned in the office, instrumental music quietly played, Tengiz gallantly kissed Katya’s hand, handed her an elegant bunch of flowers, sat her at the table. Tengiz and I sat opposite each other, and Katya sat at the end of the table, in the middle. Tengiz, of course, was different from his portrait in the questionnaire (photoshop, or what?).

No, he was really impressive with his height - under two meters, a slanting sazhen in the shoulders, but his tummy was thicker than in the photo, and his head was fuller. But there was something in him that was purebred: the gloss of an expensive suit and perfume, the ability to hold on and some kind of amazing self-confidence.

The conversation proceeded easily and unobtrusively, without a hint of vulgarity.And basically, it was thanks to Tengiz, who talked about himself, about his life for the first half hour, and joked a lot. We ate kebabs, drank, smoked hookah. Everything was somehow leisurely and comfortable or something. It turned out that Tengiz is one of the leaders of a Moscow construction company, and he had business affairs in our regional center.

An hour later, he was just as unobtrusive, in the meantime began to pour compliments to my wife, kissed her hand, shook my hand, congratulating me how lucky I was. Without pedaling the slippery topic, he nevertheless emphasized that he was very impressed by the couples who love each other so much that they go on to different experiments. That he also wants to experiment with his wife, but she does not understand him and does not support him. And he would like to hear our advice on how to promote his wife in this regard, in order to liberate her sexually.

I look, Katya was cheered up, even began to philosophize on this topic, to give advice. Tengiz listened to her very carefully, occasionally stroking her knee and kissing the handle. My wife's eyes gleamed, she began to flirt more openly, to make up her eyes and smile invitingly. “All right, I swam”, I thought. So I didn’t even ask her if she liked Tengiz or not. And when our new acquaintance asked: “Well, will we go home or come to me?”, Then I answered him without coquetry:

- We'll go to you, we sat there so nicely, we must continue our acquaintance.

Tengiz ordered a fruit basket with him, took two bottles of champagne, paid off and we went to his room.

Two-room suite pleased with a fresh renovation and very decent furniture for hotels. Tengiz turned on the quiet music, from the lighting left only a floor lamp. We talked, but there was some kind of slight nervousness: no one dared go to the point. Then Tengiz with a confident gesture, but respectfully, lifted me up to my elbow, thrust a five-thousand-dollar bill into my hand and said:

- Listen, dear, go to the night shop, buy a bottle of brandy to your taste, otherwise we will soon fall asleep from this champagne.

I am not a poor man, why I took the bill automatically and went to my shoes, babbling something like:

“But the store is far from here, twenty minutes one way ...”

- It's okay, you do not hurry. We will be here, not going anywhere. Really, Katya?

“True,” my wife replied, not in her own voice, as if she were under hypnosis.

I returned about forty minutes later with two bottles of “Ararat” and some kind of snack. Suddenly, I was detained at the reception desk:

- Where are you going?

“I am with my wife,” I replied, and I realized that I was stupid.

- What is the name of the wife? - strictly asked the female administrator.

- Yes, it does not matter what her surname. The room is filmed by our friend, their name is Tengiz.

“And is she there at night with your friend?” - the woman grinned, - Well, and what is the last name of your friend?

I had no idea how his last name was, but I didn’t want to argue with the administrator. I thrust a thousandth note to her, she continued to grumble without changing her expression, but without aggression:

“They make up about wives, but they drag the prostitutes themselves into the rooms, then you don't wash the sheets ...”

Having passed the administrator cordon, I took the elevator to the right floor, walked over to the room and knocked. He waited, but the door did not open. Knocked again. Again to no avail. I could not be wrong number. He looked around - no one, put his ear to the door and heard the familiar pre-gas moans of his wife. He waited another five minutes and knocked loudly, lounging again with his ear to the door, and he heard a voice knocking on Katin's moans:

- No, do not stop ... More ... More ...

But Tengiz, it seems, was not going to stop, at least the pace of the squeak of the bed from his powerful body was not interrupted for a second. I still walked along the corridor. Suddenly, the door of the room next to Tengiz opened, and a seconded lieutenant colonel came out, saying in an annoyed voice:

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