4 part

In the room I found Dasha in disheveled feelings. The television was on, but she did not watch it, but sat back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling. It was noticeable that she was preparing for a serious conversation with me, and even, perhaps, wants to throw a scandal. Apparently, she felt guilty, but did not want to admit it, as they say, the best defense is an attack. I decided to forestall events and rushed to her knees, kissing her tanned legs:

- Darling, you're driving me crazy! I am the happiest husband in the world ...

I saw that Dasha was confused: she stopped frowning brow. Now she was looking at me in surprise, but, having overcome her confusion, she uttered in a mock and angry voice:

- How could you, how could you ...?

- What is sweet?

- How could you leave me alone with a foreign man? ... After all, you are my husband, and you left me ... He left me with him ...

Well, as I expected, she planned to shift, ostensibly, she had the blame for the erotic adventure on me. If we now start a dispute based on logic, then our conversation will turn into a scandal, but I did not want this. And so I decided to play along with Dasha, but taking into account my own interests:

- Oh, honey, you were so gorgeous ... I just go crazy when I remember this moment ... You are the best ... I love you ...

Now she was in real confusion. The theatrical “mortal grievance” disappeared from her face, she looked at me with curiosity and incomprehension (apparently, she expected to find out about the relationship of the jealous husband, and instead I kneel and confess my love). But Dasha could not give up right away, so she made another attempt:

“But ... But he could have raped me ...”

I looked up and smiled, looking into her eyes:

- Who could rape? Michael?...

And she could not restrain herself and smiled back at me, realizing that her claims turn into a farce. Of course, she did not even think that Mikhail could rape her, but rather she was afraid that she herself wanted to surrender to him. To move on to a more meaningful conversation, I again switched to her legs, kissing them with trepidation:

- You were like a Goddess ... It was so exciting to see you with Michael ...

- What are you talking about? - already without offense in the voice, but Dasha asked with half-curiosity in a half-whisper.

“I was so wound up when I saw Mikhail looking at you ...” and paused.

Dasha could not stand it:

- How did he look at me?

- With such adoration ... As the most beautiful, most desirable girl on Earth ...

- You make it up ... - Dasha said one thing, but she wanted my words to be true.

- No, I am an adult man, I see it, I feel it, - I climbed higher and, stretching out my hand to her pussy, began to gently caress her clit, - And you and Michael - you were both so beautiful when you stood each with a friend beside, naked ...

Dasha moaned softly and began to slightly move her hips in time with the movement of my finger on her clit:

- But how can you say that? You are my husband ...

- And you are the most beautiful wife in the world ... You have no idea what pleasure you gave me ... I am so happy ...

- Maybe you stopped loving me? ...

- I love you very much ... And today I have fallen in love with you again and I love even more ... so much that I can go crazy ...

- How can a husband like him when others look at his wife? This is not normal ...

- So I am an abnormal husband, but I like it very much ... You can’t even imagine how happy I am ...

- Do not you jealous of me? ... - She pushed her hips more often.

- Very jealous, and it gives me the greatest pleasure, - I let go of my cowards, and from there jumped out my erected member, - See what you do with me? ... See what I feel? ... I adore you ...

- You are crazy, - Dasha broke into a predatory smile and stretched out her arms for hugs, - Well, come to me ...

And I went to her. Only not in the way Dasha thought.I pressed my mouth to her pussy, penetrating my tongue as deeply as possible into her hell. A hand masturbated his cock. Dasha wrapped her hands around my head, pressing it more tightly into her crotch, and moaned. According to Michael’s plan, I shouldn’t have brought my excited wife to orgasm, so less than a minute passed as I finished and fell off my wife’s pussy with hot desire. Dasha sighed in disappointment, but said nothing. I raised myself and kissed my wife on the lips:

“I told you you were driving me crazy.” I could not even resist ...

Dasha waited for a pause in order to correctly formulate a question, which, apparently, worried her very much:

- Yeah ... Now, after you have finished, you will not repeat the nonsense that I told you, eh ... ... - she said this as if by the way, but it was obvious that this topic was for her very important, and that she would like me to refute her, which I did:

- It was not nonsense, I can repeat to you my every word. I love you so much. And as a sign of gratitude for your gift in the shower, I want to wash your panties - I took her underwear and went to the bathroom to wash.

After a couple of minutes, Dasha's head appeared in the bathroom door (I knew that she would not be able to resist curiosity):

- Do you really wash my panties?

- Of course, I am very pleased to wash your panties, - I kind of answered I answered her, - Now you are a goddess for me, and goddesses shouldn’t bother their fingers with washes, for that I have.

With surprised eyes, Dasha disappeared so that after a few seconds she appeared behind me, holding her black openwork panties in her outstretched hand:

- Maybe you wash these? And then they are also dirty, - in her eyes glowed a mischievous little light. She obviously liked this new game, but at the same time she expected some kind of trick from me. I took her panties from her, kissed her hand:

- Of course, my love. You have no idea how I like it.

- You haven't talked about this before ...

- I was shy, afraid that you would consider me a pervert.

“You are a pervert already,” Dasha gave a kind smile and patted my head with relief: my explanation seemed quite logical to her, so she simultaneously calmed down and was glad that she shifted some of her responsibilities to me, I kiss her, “Well, if you want it, then I’ll fold my dirty panties here,” she pointed to the shelf in front of the sink. thought I would give her a hint in return, something like that the audacity - the second happiness, "but I did not give her a chance to kiss her hand:

- Thank you, darling, that you understand me ...

I could be proud of myself: I reassured my wife, encouraged and disappointed her as a lover - everything was as planned by Mikhail. And about the fact that he had a member in the shower booth, she never confessed to me ... So she has secrets from me? What a naive I was all this time, when I thought that Dasha honestly tells me everything.

When I left the bathroom, Dasha was lying on the sofa, being in prostration. She must have tried to comprehend recent events and my confessions. She was so deep in thought that I had to call her twice before she responded:

- You already have to go for a massage ...

While Dasha was on a massage, I met with Mikhail and told him in detail the details of what happened. He was pleased with what he heard:

- Well done.

- In my opinion, she is ready.

- No, it's early.

- But I told her everything, and she responded well ...

“What did you say to her?” You simply stated that you were not angry at her for her deed. And she realized for herself that you will not be against her flirting with me. Flirt, understand? Well, we can fuck with her now, once or twice, but she will take it all as part of the rest at the resort. Will return ...