dinner. Then, as usual, the sea and the sun. Then dinner, evening gatherings, night, and in the morning everything, go home. Therefore, my next notes will apparently be already on the train, if, of course, such an opportunity presents itself.

19.08.2008

Yeah, now it's my turn to dirty the paper! How I just managed to intercept Dimon's scribbles for review? And read through the line, while he went to write. But I did. Good. Now at least I know that he doesn’t think of anything so “terrible” about me. This is just great!

Well, now about all sorts of events. There were many events of all kinds, but my scrupulous spouse very carefully fixed everything. So much so that I practically have nothing to add. He sketched all our morning sex marathon much better than if I did it myself. Therefore, I am sorry, for the second time I will not describe the first half of the last day here. - Laziness.

The second half of the day comes to an end, and nothing interesting, I mean, of course, all sorts of different, interesting sexes, did not happen. It seems that people save up their strength to come off at our farewell party at night. I don’t know how it is, but Vika and I have already restored our forces for a long time and would have been completely against it, once or twice letting in something solid and hot. I apologize for the metaphor.

Instead of hard and hot, Dimon was tormenting me with questions and conversations. Since I did not have the slightest opportunity to engage myself in order to avoid these conversations, I had to talk. It is clear, to tell him about EVERYTHING, what was going on without him, I could not find the strength in myself. He already thinks that I caught a nymphomania virus. If he knew everything ... I can’t even imagine what he would think then.

In general, I feel sad now in my heart. There is even no desire to engage in writing. People are preparing, men are trying to cheer me up. And it does not rise. - I think about tomorrow. The fact that any holiday ends sometime. I'll go and get drunk now.

20.08.2008

Evening. A train. Of course reserved seat. Death sorrow. But, one joy, - even the heat was asleep. People disperse in their beds. And sleep does not climb into me. I am writing, however, I don’t want to write at all, but I have to finish this tedious, multivolume work in order not to return to it anymore. Before that I sat and read. I read my records, Irkina records ...

Yes. - As it turned out, I'm not the only one so smart! My wife also kept a diary. A lot of interesting. My eyes opened. In quotes, of course. I do not know at all, it turns out, with my own wife. At least, not familiar with the wife who was with me all these days on vacation. Unfortunately, the rest days are over. For me, certainly. My wife, I suppose, has a rest.

Of course, I forgot to write - I return to Moscow alone. Therefore, as you might guess, my mood is shit. I can not characterize it otherwise. Reading my notes, I noticed how our rest, our mood and our attitude to what was happening around us changed. How much more cynical we have become to each other in recent days. Well, okay, you should try to squeeze out a couple of lines of yourself to describe everything in order.

Yesterday was just great. The morning, of course, turned out to be somewhat chaotic, but then everything went on calmly and measuredly. We swam a lot and sunbathed, trying to capture our last day in Crimea in memory. Well, I thought it was the last one, since nothing predicted subsequent events. After dinner, as usual, we began to drink alcohol. Planning to arrange closer to the night something like a goodbye evening. Therefore, closer to the night, our entire company, as well as many of those who joined our company, already had a decent use of delicious Crimean drinks.I, on the contrary, tried to refrain from excessive use - I did not want to spend the last night here in a drunken stupor.

In parallel with the increase in degree, mass arousal also increased. All these conversations on near-sexual themes, coupled with unequivocal jokes, touches and other paraphernalia, aroused not only our get-together, but also others who joined us. Mishkin Fotik passed in his hands, in which, with surprise, I found extremely depraved pictures of my wife. Well, Wikin's pictures were also there, but, as you understand, I was more interested in the Irochka photos, which did not differ in quality, but they stood out with courage in demonstrating primary and secondary sex characteristics (I stole the flash drive from the camera). The male half of the company showed signs of erection. I would like to say that I did not share this “rush”, but it would not be fair on my part. I was also, though not drunk, but excited. Moreover, our women (and a couple of stray) were, by that time, pretty podshofe, flirted with pleasure with a male audience, not depriving anyone of their attention. It surely went either to a crazy group sex, or, to numerous, perverted rape. And, if the first is applicable, to a greater extent, to our women, then the second, of course, shone to the two strayed girls. They were not so raskompleksovany to fully enjoy the shy touch of men to their genitals. I do not know - I did not climb to these girls.

The first "surrendered" Vika. - It is difficult to remain indifferent, apparently, when every one of the gentlemen present, considers it his duty, for example, to press against a warm girlish body with his standing end, cuddle the elastic chest, stroke the clitoris button, and then, and run the finger into the hot vagina. Vika, without opening hot embraces from Mishane, went straight to the tent. Anton rushed after them. And I suggested to my wife to walk along the shore in order to keep this evening in my memory. Well, in case that the remaining individuals of the male did not covet on mine. And then, Irkino fortune, by that time, allowed any male competitor with an erect dignity to expect success. And we went. Not alone, however, Seryoga asked for us for the company.

Listen! - Here is a strange thing - the human psyche. I didn’t want to write! And the mood, as you probably guess, was not the best. But he scribbled a few lines, forced himself, and scribbling started.

The tents were left with a crowd, anxious about the reduction of the female audience of men, in the company of two “stray” ones, whose chances of being fucked increased significantly with our departure. And we went for a walk in shallow water, discussing the events of the day and Vikin the upcoming sex. I, like Seryoga, all proudly stuck out and, you know, it was nice! - That's so free to walk along the water, feeling at every step the heavy rocking of the embarked member. I somehow was in a rush. Moreover, my drunken spouse did not want to deprive herself of pleasure, to see a number of excited men, and therefore in every way supported our “fighting spirit”, then with our hands, then, dropping to our knees, with our mouths. Rare revelers did not interfere with us. On the contrary, they organically fit into the local flavor: night, sea, tents, campers, sex ...

What is it about me !? - Carried me away in memories. After all, I did not want to write about our walks. First of all, I had to explain how it happened that I was returning home alone.

So, we returned to the tents. Our was empty, apparently, the people had fun in the next. Seryoga tactfully (as I then thought) withdrew, leaving my wife and I free bridgehead. Than we were not slow to take advantage. - We leisurely do prelude. Everything was very gentle and exciting. And only - only we started oral affection, as our idyll was invaded, smelling like men's sweat and sperm, Vikusya. So, for the first time in my life, I had sex with two women.

Irochka made room, not too surprised by the visit of a friend, and I received a whole range of new sensations from two pairs of hands and two mouths.It is clear that everything was planned in advance. That I was just bred like a ram. But, nevertheless, I want to note that two women who are passionate about the idea of ​​delivering maximum pleasure to a man are something!

I was knocked back onto my back, my legs were pulled apart so that they would not interfere, and they would closely tackle my genitals. Darkness, unfortunately, made it impossible to examine in detail everything that they got up with me. While they sucked me, licked, stroked and pinched, I felt their wet crevices with my hands and plunged my fingers into them. From Vicky specifically flowed. - Kharkiv young people tried their best.

How long this little holiday lasted for me alone, I can’t say for sure. “The girls brought me to the brink several times, but they didn't let me finish.” My dick just stiffened, and my brain turned off. So, I'm lost in time. At some point, I was faster than the girls and began to sprinkle the seed in all directions uncontrollably, obeying rhythmic movements of women's hands. These hands were with me, as, indeed, both lips and tongues, all the while I poured out. Honestly, I never got such a buzz!

Payback for the pleasure came a couple of minutes later, but, at that moment, I still could not adequately assess the depth of the loss. I lay between two sweaty girl bodies, relaxed and half asleep, languidly supporting the conversation. It was then that the wife struck me with her proposal, like, if she could not stay for another week in the Crimea! In some incomprehensible way for me, I gave my consent to this madness. Vika, of course, also put her hand to what happened. Even kill, but I can not remember the details of our night conversation.

But the fact remains that I am on the train and I am alone. On the beach of the Fox Bay, my wife remained in the company of Kharkov lads, Vika and Seryoga. However, Vika and Seryoga are leaving tomorrow. And when my precious half follows me, a very big question. And is it my half?