Part 5

Sixth day of rest

In the morning, Dasha was at least nervous enough, but much more adequate. What is called, the morning of the evening is wiser. My wife no longer discussed with me the topic - to go to her or not, she was going to and put on make-up, making it as much as possible everyday. But I saw that no-no-noe shakes through her body, that from time to time her throat dries up and her voice breaks. She allowed herself the last weakness only before leaving, when Mikhail came in behind her, and we kissed her goodbye, then she uttered in a half whisper to me:

- Maybe? ...

- What? - I asked again, realizing that my wife was clinging to a straw.

“Nothing,” she answered in a firm voice and set off on the yacht.

I quietly went after him, trying to see with my own eyes the betrayal of my wife, or signs of treason. And I saw something: when the yacht sailed from the coast, Dasha completely undressed and lay down to sunbathe on a sunbed. Michael began to smear lotion over her body, and at some point Dasha interrupted him with her arms and kissed him on the lips, passionately. The kiss was long, the boat was removed. The last thing I saw, as Mikhail, without tearing off the lips of my wife, put his finger into her pussy, and Dasha, in response, spread her legs wider. And the yacht was removed, was removed, until disappeared from sight ...

All day I was sleeping, not knowing what to do. Masturbation was the only entertainment. I recalled how my wife kissed Michael herself, how she spread her legs towards his fingers, and ... I jerked off and jerked off, six times like a teenager. This was not with me for a long time.

Seventh day of rest

They are back for breakfast. I, from the restaurant, saw Dasha walking on stray legs with an uncertain walk to us in a bungalow. Leaving breakfast, I followed her. When she entered the room, she lay on the bed, eyes closed, but still awake.

- Dasha, how are you?

In a sleepy voice, she replied:

- Everything is good ... I want to sleep ... Then we'll talk ... - and almost immediately puffed.

I went into the bath and saw her dirty panties on the shelf: “I left it for me to wash them, as agreed,” I thought, getting excited. I took the panties, and they were wet through. He brought it to his face, he smelled: Dashin's scent was complemented by the smell of semen. This made me even more excited: "So, everything happened." I really wanted to masturbate, but I restrained myself. I washed my panties, hung them up to dry, and quietly walked over to Dasha. I was bursting with curiosity: she didn’t take a shower in the room, maybe she didn’t wash off after sex on the yacht, maybe for the first time in my life I can try Dasha’s pussy that the other one had just fucked. My wife slept like a log. I threw the blanket to the side. Dasha was lying on her side in the fetal position, pulling out her delicious ass in my direction. I quietly approached her crotch and saw the semi-dried streams of sperm from her hole. Inhaling this magical smell of treason, I approached more, until I put my lips to her pussy. I was trembling with excitement when I tried to realize that my wife had cheated on me, and I shamefully crawled to her only for one thing - to taste her fucking cunt. I licked very carefully at first, barely touching, but unable to restrain myself, building up the pressure and pace, while Dasha didn’t growl at me in a sleepy voice, turning over on the other side and pulling the blanket over herself. That's it, the pleasure attraction closed for a quiet hour. And I went to Michael to find out the details of the voyage.

Michael met me absolutely naked. He was drunk and very tired after a sleepless night. Maybe because of this, he behaved somehow too cheeky:

- Oh, it's you ... And I was going to shower and sleep. Dasha something, I suppose, sleepy?

- Yes, she immediately fell asleep.

Michael grinned:

- Fuck the girl. Although it seems to me that she could, more and more, hit upon the dick. Even I was exhausted, see, barely standing on my feet?

- I see ... Well, how ... how was it? ... - I was shaking with excitement.

- How? The slut tasted the forbidden fruit and lost its head, that's how.I had the feeling that before me she didn’t have any men at all, so you’re bypassing this in general. By the way, thank you for this, you made it easier for me. And here I am in front of her: with me even experienced wenches go crazy, and then yours is innocence itself. Fucking her at you - the horror is simple! And she finished off, and raped me, just repeated: "I want more, I want more ...".

- I can not believe what you say about Dasha ...

“You don't know her at all.” You haven’t even engaged in anal sex with her, and you don’t know that there is also an erogenous zone in her.

- How do you know that?

- She herself told me about it and showed and gave. She says that you deprived her virginity of her pussy, and she kept her ass for a great love, for someone who can understand her, with whom she will be really good.

- Are you lying?

- No, I'm not lying. You would know how many words of love she told me, how she fawned, how she looked into my eyes when she licked my balls ...

- He licked your balls ?!

- Licked. And kissed my legs, and toes sucked.

- Just lying, Dasha would never ...

- And if I prove, do what I tell you? - he interrupted my doubts.

I thought, “How can he prove me? In confrontation with Dasha? No, nonsense. Therefore answered:

- Agreed. How can you prove it?

And Michael silently took out his mobile phone and began leafing through photos. I caught my breath from what I saw: here is naked Dasha on the bed, here she is opening the booty in front of the camera, inserting a finger in her pussy, sucking, here ... licking eggs, kissing Michael's hairy legs, sticking his foot into his mouth ... At the same time, she does it all with such bliss on her face, as if nothing could be more pleasant for him.

- Well, sure? - Michael took my phone from me.

- But what about ... It's compromising on her ... She herself agreed?

- Of course, myself: you see, the shooting is not hidden, she posed for me.

“But what was she thinking about? ... Dasha is so careful ...”

- She thought her pussy, and cunt - the best adviser for whores, believe me. She wanted to be addicted to me, she wouldn’t be stopped at that moment even if her parents were near. What scares her is that it will never happen to her again. I say, I have tasted the forbidden fruit, now she knows that she was hiding from her, that in life there are some unknown to her before pleasure. She became a drug addict, my addict. And she is ready to do anything, so long as this dose is not the last. If honestly, she suggested that I leave you, in order to continue relations with me.

“Throw me out ...?” I swallowed.

- Yes, and you should know this, since you foresee, let's say, a modernization of relations. As a sexual partner, you will become less and less interesting to her. And not only sexual, you understand that she opened me not only her pussy, but also her heart. This is complete, maximum betrayal, as you wanted. Then only a divorce with you and as a gift from me a child under her heart.

Seeing my stunned face, Mikhail patted me on the shoulder:

- Not ssy, why should I divert her from you? The girl, of course, is super-duper, but it is much more pleasant for me to combine business with pleasure: I will fuck her and make money on her, - he began to smile, - I am a scoundrel, and women love scoundrels, but they marry decent people like you.

- But Dasha, if she finds out that you use her, then ...

- Yes, do not ssy I tell you! If I behaved with her like a young lady, then she would have been a young lady, and I treated her like a whore. And with such adoration in her eyes, she immediately turned into a whore: he saw, with what pleasure she licked my balls, kissed my legs? She likes my game, if I stop it, she will beg me to continue it. I told her that the whole past of her life - complete shit! What she does is not at all what she has to make a career with her cunt, because she is a born slut.

- And ...