Part 6

Twelfth day of rest

Dasha woke up late, with a headache (of course, so many cocktails mixed!). She asked me to bring water to bed. She drank a glass, looked up at me and, though it was crooked, she grinned, apparently remembering how her lover had finished my face. And I, sort of, do not understand what it is about:

- Why are you laughing?

“Yes, yes,” she answered meaningfully. “How did you sleep? ...”

- I passed out yesterday, I do not remember anything. I just woke up before you, already came to myself ...

- Aah, it is clear ... - she could not hide a smile, - Lucky for you ... Bring some more water, your throat is dry ...

When I handed her another glass of water, I noticed that on her nightstand in a frame behind the glass there is a photographic portrait, which captured the moment of the kiss of Dasha and Mikhail at the contest "Mr. Orgasmus".

- And what's that? - I pointed to the photo.

- It? - the wife looked at the object I indicated, - Ah, the photograph ... Yesterday, on the way to the beach, Misha and I went to the photographer and bought it as a souvenir. Let it stand here ...

"Gosha! Lived, my wife near our family bed puts a photo on which she kisses with her lover! Do not hide it from me, but flaunt it! What's next? Maybe she wants to put a photo in which they will have sex? Or with a dick in your mouth? ... ". From these thoughts, I had an erection, and so that Dasha did not notice my reaction, I retreated to the toilet, like, urinate.

We were late for lunch, and we didn't want to eat. But at the bar we drank beer, and the mood improved markedly. Mikhail was not there, and Dasha obviously wanted to see him, and she suggested that I go with her to the beach to look for my lover there too. He really was on the beach in the company of Brazilians. Dasha herself stretched out his lips to greet him, and then took off her dress, remaining naked. Then she settled on a sunbed, and Mikhail habitually began to cover her body with lotion. I was in some confusion, feeling odd. But here Dasha helped me out:

- Why are you frozen? Take off your clothes ...

- Yes, I'm without heats ...

“Me too,” she grinned. “Come on, come on, take off your clothes ...”

I took off my pants, and the Brazilians again began to actively discuss the small size of my penis. This time, Dasha did not argue with them, but on the contrary, inserted replicas in Portuguese into their conversation, after which everyone laughed. Everything except me, because I did not understand anything of their gibberish, feeling like an idiot. At some point I could not resist and asked my wife:

- Why are they neighing? ...

- They compare your penis with the penises of their boyfriends and Mikhail, and they argue how many such notes you need to put together like that in order for the girl to be pleased. They say that three, and I, nine, so that the girl would be pleased in all places, - and she laughed again.

- Do you think it's funny? - I was taken aback by the promiscuity of my wife, who discusses such topics with strangers, and at the same time humiliating her own husband, not considering it indecent.

- Is not it so? In my opinion it is very funny.

- And, in my opinion, vulgar ...

- Come on, do not be a bore, - she again nabolta something to the Brazilians in Portuguese (and they hysterically neighing), and then translated to me, - I told them that I promised you not to let your dick in my pussy at your personal request . That now only your language has the right to enter my hole. And they replied that I would not even feel the difference in size, and laughed along with the Brazilians.

After another bathing, when we got out of the water, Mikhail asked Dasha to put some lotion on him. I watched, fascinated, with what feeling my wife massaged his arms, shoulders, chest, stomach and ... she touched his penis. And she didn’t just touch, but began to gently rub cream into his trunk. This action was more like masturbation, and his penis reacted to her manipulating the beginning erection. Dasha smiled predatoryly, but said in an innocent voice:

- Oh, what is it with your little thing, Misha? ...

“If you don’t stop, the“ little thing ”will give you a new portion of sunblock cream,” Michael joked. Dasha laughed, but a member of the hands released, down to his feet. At the same time, no shadow of embarrassment appeared on her face. Although what embarrassment am I talking about? After all, all this is nonsense compared to what happened in the evening ...

In the evening we sat at the bar, drank. Mikhail hunted tales, Dasha and I laughed. By midnight, we were well pumped up, but not enough to lose control. At some point, Dasha began to yawn:

- Oh, I want to sleep something ... Probably, it's time for the bainki ...

Of course, I took her wish as a team to action and began to hastily finish my cocktail in order to go with my wife to the room, but then something happened that I did not expect. Mikhail got up and with a stone look on his face extended his hand to Dasha:

- Well, let's go to sleep? ...

The wife took his hand and rose from the chair:

- Yeah, let's go ...

Thoughts began to spin wildly in my head: “It’s he who just wants to take Dasha to our room, so she reacted so calmly to his proposal, because he cannot be right in front of me ...” But here Michael cut off my thoughts, who told Dasha in a patronizing tone:

“Then say goodbye to your husband and go to me.”

At that moment I understood what the expression “sickle in the balls” means, because this is exactly what I felt when my wife, without surprise or confusion, stretched her lips to my cheek and smacked:

- Bye, cat. Good night...

Then she took Michael by the arm, and they slowly began to move away from me, dissolving in the crowd of guests. And I sat and did not believe in what was happening, thinking that now she would turn around. No, I did not turn around. Well, then she will now go some distance, and then come back, laughing, that played me. Well, or at least come back to explain to me, her husband, why she goes to sleep with another man. Maybe something will lie to me, having come up with some respectful reason for his action. No, I spent another forty minutes, but she did not come and did not explain. And at that moment I really understood that the world around me had changed, that my wife would never be the same, and that I got what I wanted ... But why does my heart beat like that? Why am I so scared and lonely? Why do I feel abandoned and deceived? And why at the same time my dick sticks out more than ever?

In the depths of my soul, I was still hoping that my wife played me up. I went to the number of Michael. There were people around, and I could only peek through the window. But what I saw in the slit of the curtains was enough to make sure that I was a 100% cuckold: naked Dasha, standing on all fours, sucked Michael on the bed.

I went to the window in another fifteen or twenty minutes: my wife was lying on her back, having thrown her legs on Michael's shoulders. And he hard fucked Dasha, squeezing her ass with his hands. Dashin groan was heard even on the street.

When I returned to their window some time later, I saw Dasha climbing under the blanket to Michael and lay his head on his chest. The lover's hand reached for the sconce, the flick of a switch and the darkness.

So, Dasha is not going to return to our room! So, I have to sleep alone and do not even need to pretend that I do not know anything about her adventures? But how should I behave? After all, Mikhail did not instruct me on this score ... And in general, how to live further, because the games were over, the rhinestones began everyday ...

Thirteenth day of rest

I could not sleep at midnight, I was in bed, I was jerking off, I was in bed again ... I just passed out by morning, so I woke up by the end of breakfast. He quickly got dressed and walked quickly to the restaurant. I didn’t want to eat, but I was hoping to find Dasha there in order to somehow decide on our relations. And I really stumbled upon a smiling wife and her lover, they were embracing the restaurant. I had some strings, some clever words that I had to say to Dasha, but I was speechless when I saw her outfit.Her body was covered with a completely transparent turquoise pareo, under which there was no underwear! Her breasts, her nipples, her crotch - all in sight! Transparent matter made her nakedness even more attractive than if my wife had nothing at all. And at the same time, Dasha was not at all embarrassed by her nightly adventures, or nudity in a public place ... When she saw me, she smiled even more, clinging to Michael:

- Good morning.

- Good ...

- How did you sleep?

Damn, she still mocks me. I had hundreds of options for procurement, how our conversation with her would be built, but I could not even imagine that she would have fun in this situation, that she would treat everything that happens as entertainment. I tried to translate the conversation in a serious way:

- I slept badly, waited for you, but you did not come ...

- Silly, I said goodbye to you in the evening. Did I tell you that I would be back at night?

- No, but...

“See, I didn't deceive you,” she smiled, “So it's my fault.” Well, go eat, and I'll go get ready for the yacht.

- What other yacht?

- Mishin's friends, well, Brazilians, have chartered a yacht for several days, and invited Mikhail and me to ride.

Wow affairs! My wife goes with her lover to ride, and I don’t even ask me, she just informs me. As if this was a matter of course - she wanted and drove off to a boat trip with her lover. But wasn’t I wanting such a change in my wife’s behavior? Just such. But somehow everything happened very quickly, that I could no longer control the situation:

- And what time will you be back?

- In what time? - Dasha burst out laughing, - We are leaving for a couple of days, so I do not know when we will return, I'm not talking about what time ...

Of course, after such a conversation, I didn’t get a piece at my breakfast in the throat. After drinking coffee, I went to our room, where Dasha had already finished packing her things in a bag.

- Dasha, well, maybe you will not go, eh? I will miss you ...

- What are you whining all the time? Are you really against your wife to rest properly? You act like an egoist.

- Well, I also want ...

- What do you want?

- I want you ... I haven't had sex with you for ages ...

Dasha stood in thought for a few seconds, then plopped down on a chair and pulled up her dress (there were no panties on it):

“On, lick and jerk off,” she spread her legs.

Crouching to her bosom, I eagerly began to lick every inch of her divine pussy. And I caught myself thinking that I wasn’t even asking for more, that I was glad at least that my wife allowed me to make cunnilingus. I was very excited and had already started jerking when I knocked on the door. Dasha, with a decisive movement, pushed my head away from her crotch:

- All right, they came for me. Next himself. Do not be bored.

She kissed me on the cheek and took the bag out of the room. And I remained on my knees with an excited member in my hand - confused and stunned.

In the evening, Mikhail sent me a couple of ememesok: on one Dasha sucked a member to her lover, and on the other - the whole face of my wife was splashed with sperm, and she smiles, posing on his camera. I was lying and jerking off, savoring these pictures.

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