This story happened a few years ago. It was also the end of October. The weather was sunny, slightly freezing. That day my wife and I accompanied our child to the forest school. Buses drove away from the school where the child studied, and where my wife Irina worked as a teacher. My Ira is a slender young woman with curly light-brown hair, blue eyes, innocently looking at her small and pretty face. Most of all I like her rather lush ass and full hips.

Together with us, the rest of the teachers sent their children, the same age to my son, taking advantage of his official position.

Next to me in the schoolyard was Slava - the spouse Irina of Vera's friend. We were familiar enough with his previous work. We stood watching the loading of children on the buses, and chatted.

Finally, the buses drove through the gate and disappeared around the bend. Ira with Vera returned. Vera nodded.

- Hello. All sent kids.

I asked:

- What are you going to do?

- Yes, nothing. Today we will go with Ira to the Dacha. We need to dig a carrot, and then we are afraid, we will blink. And what are you? - I, in turn, showed interest.

Slava weakly waved his hand:

- Yes, nothing.

“Maybe we’ll go with us.” Irina cooked meat for kebabs. Vintsa have a drink. Bathhouse we will heat up. Songs pogorlanim.

Glory smiled.

- Not bad. Yes, somehow uncomfortable, suddenly we interfere.

- Yes, do not interfere. Even help digging - Irina supported me.

A few words about the pair Slava - Vera. I must say that Glory is very liberated. Judging by the name, German. Tall, you can say blonde with cold, slightly on the roll out blue eyes.

Vera is a tall, slim, burning brunette. I would even say, for my taste, of course, a little skinny. Playing sports. Very smart and flexible. There are rumors around the school, and maybe not rumors that she has a connection with the principal. In Ira, as a close friend, she even wondered what they were talking about at school. Glory, it seems, on this behavior of his wife did not care.

Agreed to go to the cottage in two hours.

“Let's go home,” I suggested.

Turning, they moved to the car. The rest of the parents also began to disperse.

Another Irina friend Liza and her husband Vasily came across. They are both teachers and also sent their daughter to a forest school. We talked. It turned out that they also go to the same holiday village. Vasily in this village has a sister's cottage. Out of politeness, I invited them to "our hut." They said they would come, but later.

All the way to Dacha drove fun, even songs bawled. We arrived. They got out, pulled out the supplies: meat for shish kebab, as well as a hot box - rowan on cognac. Well, for tea. I suggested not to lose time, to keep everything up before dark.

- Let's start digging, and I will quickly go, get some water and flood the bath.

He took the cart a couple of times went to the river, filled both tanks and flooded the bath. Then he kindled a shashlik house. And the rest of the company removed the carrots.

The ladies began to string the meat on a skewer. I fry. Along the way, poured on ryumashke. In their school for small parties, the first toast was always - “For the sex”. We did not retreat from it. By the way, the ladies said it. Laughing tipped glasses. Attaching to the glass and raising toasts, waited for kebabs, and here the bathhouse ripened.

I must say that my wife can not stand the heat in the steam room - she has low pressure. In the bath it falls below her, she begins to feel weak.

- Faith how do you tolerate high fever? - I asked.

- You know not so much. The heart starts beating hard.

- Come on then with Ira go soar. And we with Slava later, after you, when the bath will pick up the temperature.

Actually, I love to bathe. Zaparil two broom. Swept the waiting room.

I have a small bath. Size 2 to 3 meters inside. Well, also a dressing table about a meter wide.

The ladies went to bathe.Slava and I have overturned the ryumashka. Well, like all men, we began to sort out curiosity - what do our nobles in the bath do.

- Sergey let's look in the window. - Sergey is me.

- Come on Slavik, but only quietly, so as not to give yourself.

Already beginning to darken. Creeping up to the window, looked. What I saw made my heart beat sharply, and in the groin area I felt heavy.

Before us, literally at arm's length, stood our two wives, in which the mother gave birth. My eyes involuntarily fell on the black triangle of Faith.

- Well, and red, and curly - I heard Slavik.

- Who is the redhead? - I did not understand

After only a second, he realized that Slavik spoke about my wife. I was staring at the place between the legs of Vera. Vera had a small girlish breast with her nipples turned up. In front of Ira, her chest was wider and swayed with every movement.

Suddenly, Slavik knocked on the glass. I flinched. Expected to hear a screech. But instead, there was the friendly laughter of our wives.

- I told you Vera, that the curtain from the window was not in vain.

I really took it off.

- Girls, and it is possible to you - in a silly voice Slavik shouted.

- Yeah, where do you go without you - suggested Vera.

- What for? Well, not very convenient - protested Ira

- What's the point? What they wanted to see, Er, they had already made out. Probably, they have been standing by the window for a long time. Come in boys - Vera shouted, imitating the intonation of Glory.

We did not have to beg. And in a second we were undressing in the waiting room. The figures with Slava were somewhat similar in terms of height, shoulder size. But like bright people, Slava had almost no hair. I, on the contrary, like any brunet, were thick with vegetation not only on the chest, but even on the back.

Slava turned to me:

- Well, what is ready?

- I, as a pioneer, are always ready for this.

Surprisingly, the appearance of naked wives had a great effect on Slava - his member was already standing, and I was just filling up.

Yes - I thought - what impression he would make on my wife.

We flung open the door and flew into the bath.

Irina was sitting on a bench that stretched along the entire window wall of the bath. Diligently clutching her legs, and pressing her elbows to her chest, she tried to reduce the visible part of the intimate places.

Vera was sitting on the upper steam shelf, leaning against the wall, nevertheless, also squeezing her legs tightly. Both wives had light embarrassed smiles on their faces.

In order to defuse a few stiffness, I suggested:

- Ladies, you do not bathe? Let Vera start with you.

With these words, I took two brooms from the basin.

- Faith lie on your stomach.

Glory, meanwhile, sat down, leaning in the back of the portable bench, which stood near the feet of Ira. This bench looked like a beach chaise longue. Only the back was laid, already, and the lounger itself is twice as short. If you lie on it, then legs together and knees bent will stand on the floor.

Irina sat tensely, crimson, trying to look past us. Especially not on the Glory that is located in front of her. Still, at Slava the member stuck out vertically upwards. But it would be hard not to notice him - the distance from Ira to Glory was about twenty centimeters.

Slava smiling, unceremoniously looking at Ira.

Under his gaze, she only blushed more, slouched more, pressed her elbows to her chest and squeezed her legs.

Meanwhile, Vera, trying not to spread her legs, turned over on her stomach. Taking brooms in each hand, I began to soar.

Suddenly I heard a noise behind my back. Turned around. This Slava, having taken by the hand, tried to shake Ira to make her less constrained.