shame on you?

- Ready ...

- On the beach, as agreed ...

On the beach, it has already become a tradition that Dasha sunbathed topless, Michael smeared her with lotion, and then she dashed it. Brazilian friends Misha and their girls came up to us, and rattled in Portuguese. Dasha and Misha were chatting about something with them, and I was waiting for execution on my bed. Of all of us, only Dasha and I were in swimming trunks, the others were tanning naked. At some point, the Brazilian girls started poking at me and asking Dasha something. Dasha something answered them, as if making excuses. I asked:

- Dash, what are they talking about?

- They ask why you are always in shorts, who are shy ...

- Yes, I'm not ashamed of anyone, just reluctance ...

Dasha translated my words to them, then the girls, as Michael had planned, ran up to me and with a laugh broke the heat from me. For a few seconds there was a deathly silence, and then the Brazilian women, gambling and sentencing something, began to poke their forefingers with my already small penis, and in swimming trunks also shrunk to indecently small sizes. Brazilians laughed to tears, and commented on something to each other in Portuguese. In Dasha's eyes I read awkwardness and even some kind of shame; it seemed to me that she moved away from me, leaning against Michael. I asked another idiotic question:

- Dash, why are they laughing? ...

- Well, - my wife picked up words, - They said that they had never seen such a tiny note, such as, their clits and that more ...

And only Mikhail remained imperturbable, he just told me:

- Do not pay attention ... Well, they are wild people, they are used to the fact that penis size should be big, they think only about sex and pleasures, and they don’t understand high relationships, right, Dasha?

- Yes, probably ... - the wife answered very uncertainly. Yes, and the very speech of Michael wore a provocative character, to once again make my wife think about the size of the penis and the carnal pleasures, which she was deprived of. And I understood perfectly well that I looked miserable against the background of these chocolate young people with good figures and big penises - they were filled with sex.

When they calmed down, I again wore swimming trunks, which caused a new bout of Brazilian laughter. But if my shame is needed for the good of the cause, then I am ready to survive it. Only it was not all for today. At three o'clock in the afternoon I, Dasha and Mikhail agreed to go to the gym, warm up on the simulators.

It was immediately obvious that the gym for Mikhail was his element. He clearly knew how and what works, on which group of muscles, which loads should be given. He did everything beautifully and clearly, with restraint and placement. Dasha, too, was in her own world, and only I asked Mikhail about everything, and sat down next to him on simulators, after he significantly reduced the load for me. He also helped Dasha, but not as much as me, but with valuable advice, or helped hold her legs, or heated her muscles with a massage ... Michael was great. Dasha glanced at him all the time, studying how sweat trickles run down his embossed body. After eating for about an hour and a half, we went into the shower - he was alone for both men and women. They threw off their soaked sweatshirts and shorts. Dasha was without a bra, but in Hebesh white panties, which are also soaked with sweat. She froze in thought, looking at us, but she did not dare to lower them in our presence. We took off the panties and went to the shower. Dasha with us. There were only two free showers. There was a second hitch. The first, as it should be, responded to Mikhail, who simply took Dasha by the hand and, with his usual elephant calm, said:

- Come, I'll bathe you.

There was a pause, which seemed to me very, very long, but in fact it lasted no more than a few seconds. Dasha did not recoil from Michael, did not pull out his hand and did not even try to argue. She just looked at me. Straight into the eyes. With some confusion, a question and a wait.As if she wanted to ask me: “Why don't you do anything? Why not stop a man who pulls your wife for her? Why not stop a wife who never betrayed you? What are you waiting for? Why don't you react in any way? ”... And in her eyes I read her personal helplessness:“ I cannot refuse him, I like him, I want to take a shower with him ... ”, and a prayer:“ Help me, stop me, because I am your wife ... ". And I reacted exactly as Michael needed: with a stupid smile on his face, Dasha gave him bottles for the shower:

- Here is the gel and shampoo ...

Dasha looked at me for a moment and entered the shower stall in her little white panties after Mikhail, who continued to hold her hand ...

The noise of the soul drowned out the words that sounded in the next booth. Through the partition of translucent glass I saw only their silhouettes - tanned bodies and a white strip of panties. The booths are small, so my wife and Michael were so close to each other. Here they lather each other at the same time ... so one of them deftly sat down and the white strip was first at the bottom, and then aside, on the ledge ... My wife was completely naked with another man, washed in the shower ... They pressed and stroked the body each other, smearing the gel ... From these thoughts, my dick stood a stake. And I realized that in this form I could not get out of the shower, and to calm down, when my wife, at arm's length, pressed naked to a foreign man, there was no possibility. And imperceptibly masturbating will not work - they also see my silhouette and will understand from the movements what I am doing here. And I did not find anything better, like a bullet to jump out of the shower into the locker room, immediately wrapping my torso with a towel. A few minutes later Dasha appeared in the dressing room. She behaved very strangely: without looking up at me, she grabbed things, then quickly put something on herself.

- What's the matter? - I asked her.

“I'll be in the room,” she threw back, and left.

I looked after her in surprise when a contented Mikhail entered the locker room:

- What, your wife escaped?

- And what happened?

- Well, how can I tell you ... What happened can be called a prelude to sex.

“You mean that you bathed naked together?”

- And this too. And the fact that she unquestioningly allowed me to take off her panties. She was ready, I felt it. But I did not pester her, just washed her everywhere ...

- ... And there too? - my eyes became round when I imagined that Mikhail's hand was touching my wife's pussy.

- And there too, - he smiled, - But I did not linger there, on purpose. Lather just like a hand or any other part of the body. But I liked the reaction of your wife, I really liked it, - Mikhail obviously relished, - First, she didn’t do something that didn’t recoil, but spread her legs wider so that it was more convenient for me to wash her. Secondly, it was wet and very hot - you can't confuse this sticky juice with a shower water. And third, when I touched her pussy, she moaned softly. She did it not on purpose, not so that I heard, but simply could not restrain ...

- But why did she run out?

- Funny, but also piquant story. After I soaped her before, I turned my back on Dasha. My dick pressed against her elastic ass - and she is so sexy at Dasha - that I thought about it for a moment, and my dick, standing up, pressed into her anus. Dasha apparently thought that it was my hand and, without turning around, decided to remove it. But taking the penis in her hand, she realized that this was not at all what she was thinking. Continuing to hold the member in her hand, she slowly turned and saw what was in her hands ... You should have seen her round eyes in surprise! In general, she was clearly dumbfounded: she let go of my dick and ran out of the booth, leaving me and my gear. Here, by the way, her panties - Michael handed me wet clothes.

I took my wife's panties from him:

- And now what?

- Panties - wash and dry, - Michael answered jokingly, - And my wife and I need to work a little. Now she is excited and confused. She wants, and prickly. Your help will also be required.

- What should I do?

- You have to surprise her. Demonstrate the delight of her behavior. Have sex with her ...

“With pleasure,” I replied, throwing open a towel, from under which my erect pisyun jumped out.

- Listen to me to the end. Have sex with her so that you look pathetic. Show her once again that you are no lover. Dasha after your communication should calm down about the stability of the marriage, but remain sexually unsatisfied. In the evening, at dinner, I will introduce her to the sex wifa, which the negroes were staring at the diving center. Let him share with Dasha the knowledge of how his wife should behave in order for the marriage to be successful. This will be a very useful lesson, so to speak, the theory and practice of a happy family life. Well, go to Dasha ...

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