linen.

I knelt before my wife and began to gently kiss her feet:

- My pussy ... I want you so much ... You drive me crazy ... I adore you ... Do you know how I get excited when you forbid me to enter you, when you do not let my dick in your bosom? ...

I felt that Dasha was interested in my speech: she did not push me away, but instead launched a hand into my hair, stroking my head and pressing it to me. And I continued:

- Promise me that if I even ask very much, I will beg, but you will not let my cock into my pussy anyway ... What will you let in just my tongue ... I want to lick at you, all the time lick and masturbate ... This is a supreme pleasure ... Promise me ...

“I promise ...” Dasha answered me in a whisper, with a slight moan, she obviously was more than pleased with what I said (Mikhail is an asshole, but a genius! He assumed that that was how it would happen).

And I continued the game:

- May I enter you? ...

- No, I'm not allowing you ...

- But I'm so excited, so I want to enter your pussy ...

- No, dear, you can not ...

“Don't you want me, your husband, to enter you? ...”

- No I do not want to...

- You're my wife ...

- Yes, I am your wife, and I forbid you ... From now on, I forbid ...

- I beg you...

- No, you in my pussy can only language ... Only language ...

- Well, at least once ... For the last time ...

- No, and even I will not give a lick ... You can lick and jerk yourself, I allow it ...

- I adore you, you are the most fantastic wife in the world! ... - I attacked her fucked pussy (otherwise you will not call this hot mess), which she didn’t even bother to wash off after meeting Mikhail. She spread her legs wider, and I was kneeling in front of her, licking out her juices interspersed with someone else's sperm from the vagina. He jerked off with his other hand. I was so madly excited that everything ended very quickly, I finished. Dasha ruffled my hair:

- You are so cute ... But I went to bed, - and already hiding myself with a blanket, I added, - You know, I liked your game ... We will continue it, but I promised you ...

And I congratulated myself on having scored another nail in the coffin of their husbandly rights.

Eleventh day of rest

At lunch we found Mikhail in company with a bottle of cold champagne. I sat down in front of my wife's lover, and Dasha was next to him, defiantly stretching his legs into his lap. The dress rode up so that not only her tanned hips, but also the triangle of pubic hair became visible in the cut. However, the wife did not pay attention either to the fact of her indecent appearance or to my presence. She somehow became fun:

- What are you drinking in the morning? Any reason? ...

- Morning? Rather, dinner, - said Michael, stroking his wife on the bare legs, - Join us, there is one reason - we are resting, and this is great.

We drank a couple of glasses, then a couple more. Dasha was crushed by the sun and sparkling wine, she became terribly chatty, and all the while laughing:

- No, well, so for no reason I won't drink anymore ... Although there is a reason! And I think it's worth drinking for it ...

I did not expect anything good from a drunken wife. But at the same time she was gorgeous, and I did not even try to interrupt her. And she solemnly said:

- Today, I made a promise to my husband ... At his request, by the way ... Not even a request, but a prayer, because he was kneeling before me. And, of course, I, as a loving wife. I could not refuse him ...

There was a pause, Dasha collected her thoughts.

- Deny what? - Michael returned it to a toast.

- Refuse his wish that I never ...

I went cold. Did she utter it out loud? Does she really tell a stranger a man about our intimate secret (she doesn’t know about our agreements with Mikhail)? I have a tongue sticking to the sky, and Dasha continued:

- ... So that I never let his dick in my pussy. Only his language can penetrate me?

- And how to fuck? - Michael was incredibly surprised.

- None. Just lick and jerk off, that's exactly what he likes ...And as I like it, you cannot imagine for yourself, ”she broke into a smile,“ Let's drink to my golden husband, to the coincidence of our desires and to my promise that I should not break it ... ”

From the side it looked like a joke of a drunk girl. But I was not amused, I could not even imagine that my wife would be able to say this in public. After all, I repeat once again, she does not know about our relationship with Mikhail, which means he is an outsider to me. So, with other men, she will be able to blur the same thing? And if she does it with my friends or partners? Then they will know everything, EVERYTHING WILL KNOW EVERYTHING ... I looked at Dasha and did not recognize her: what kind of jinn were she hiding inside her? And how many of them still lurk in it?

Until the evening we went to different bars, pumping alcoholic cocktails. Moreover, Dasha hung on Michael all the time, so from the side it might seem that this was not my wife, but his. He pawed her, she smacked him approvingly on the cheek, then on the lips. When it got dark, Dasha was no longer. Mikhail whispered to me that he would take my wife to the beach and then come with her to our room. And I have to pretend to be sleeping and dead drunk. So, when he suggested to my wife to bathe in the night sea, I replied that I didn’t want anything and couldn’t, therefore I would go to bed.

They entered our room in about an hour. Dasha stumbled all the time, dropped something and giggled stupidly, but I snored loudly and did not react to anything. Dashin heard whisper:

- Now I will change my dress to dry ... Wow, I swam in a dress, that's scream ...

My slightly parted eyes were already accustomed to the darkness, and I saw Dasha take off her wet dress, from which water dripped. When she was left without everything, Michael began to kiss her naked body. She did not resist, only whispered:

- What if he wakes up? ..

- He's drunk, you can't wake him up from the cannon until the morning ...

“Well, what are you doing? ...” she said, but she pressed her closer to her.

- Want me to stop? ...

- No, I want you ... I want right here ... I want you to stay with me ...

They began to kiss. Then Dasha got down on her knees, let down her pants from Michael and, moaning, began to suck his rearing cock. Then she turned her back on him and got on all fours. He entered her from behind. Entered easily, so she was very excited. His tremors intensified, and Dasha leaned on the bed on which I was “sleeping.” I was given their tremors, I felt like a passenger on the ship during pitching. Dashin moans intensified. At first, she somehow tried to restrain herself, but then lost control of herself. And I heard how she came - loudly, drawn out, with some kind of anguish. With me, she never finished. A second of silence passed, after which she raised herself, and Michael, not letting her come to her senses, threw her next to me on the bed (as if with a small jack: where my head was, her legs, and vice versa). He spread her legs to the side (one foot of his wife landed right on my face), and began to fuck her from above. His ass went back and forth in front of my eyes, my wife's foot in time with his movements crawled my face. Knowing that Dasha would not notice this anyway, I stuck out my tongue, and her leg rubbed against him, touching it with the heel, now with the fingers ... I felt implicated, I felt myself a participant in an orgy, albeit passive, but a participant. It was a great feeling, even a week ago I could not even dream of such a thing. Meanwhile, Dasha had finished again - I understood this not only by her sweet moan, but also by the cramps of her legs, whose foot she involuntarily pressed my head into the pillow. Paradise...

After some time, Michael continued the frictions, and then pulled his penis out of her bosom:

- I'll finish now ...

The wife quickly crouched and put her hand to his trunk. I noticed that she already wanted to take it in his mouth, as Michael whispered:

- And let's cheat on him ...

I did not have time to figure out what they had planned, just heard the stifled laughter of my wife and felt the hot spray of sperm on my face. The lovers just fell with laughter, but, to be honest, it was unpleasant for me: it’s not that disgusting (it wasn’t disgusting), but the drops slowly rolled down the face, and that made it dreadfully scary.I wanted to wipe off this natural “cream”, but I’m kind of like sleeping in a mortal sleep. Therefore, to my regret, I was forced to roll over to the other side in order to wipe my face on the pillow while turning over, without “waking up”. And accordingly, he could see nothing more, only heard their whisper. They talked animatedly about something, then Mikhail left, and Dasha went to bed next to me and immediately began to cry. And I, having tasted someone else's sperm, engaged in masturbation, as if I didn’t relax right now, my dick would have exploded from overstrain.

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