I got a job as an accountant in a restaurant of national cuisine. There the boss was already an old man, he glanced at me, but did nothing. One time my favorite nephew noticed me. He was twenty-five or twenty-four. All of myself on Pontach, enough money, around beautiful girls, the car is an expensive silver jeep. At first I didn’t think that I’m basically an adult aunt for him can draw attention to myself. Only he often talk to me all the time about anything, wink between times and even cheekily one slapped on the ass, and then pinched, asking the price and he liked me so much from behind that he whistled to me. In general, I understand his attention and curiosity. I am a beautiful Russian woman. I have dyed luxurious hair in a hairstyle up to my shoulders, a small neat chest of the second size, tightened arms and tummy, plump lips and bright eyes.

I also have an incredibly attractive ass. Even women envy me when I wag my hips in skirts. My ass is big, voluminous and soft in moderation. And I have a wedding ring. And I'm older for this guy - I'm thirty-three, but I have survived perfectly and look like a woman in the juice. So his desire is understandable, after all, what kind of man from the Caucasus would not want to impose a paw on a married, beautiful Russian woman with blond hair and such an ass? Although I have not changed my husband and have not tried with Caucasians, but according to rumors, I already had some idea about this.

In the evening, I told my husband everything with the aim that he would become jealous of me and look at my matured woman’s body in bloom with the normal eyes of a peasant. But he and I had not been so hot before, and now we have lived with him for about ten years and he generally became impotent at his forty. Does not change, and there is nothing. He is always tired, and if this thing happens every six months, as always, it is enough for half a minute from above for me to rub, turn away and sleep. And as a tritsatnik, I went to my place at the bottom of everything every day! I began to notice that between my legs it flows and stinks like bitches in heat! Sometimes I bed it in the bath before going to sleep, the hand slips and everything flows and flows, and then I get a little orgasm and start to wash. In short, I wanted very much, and my husband did not give a woman's happiness. That's why I told him that the nephew of our boss, such a young macaw of twenty-four years old, grabbed me for the ass today and whistled. My husband looked at me and said that he needed to show me one thing. On the computer, he opened a site with porn stories. There was a treason rubric where husbands wrote that they give their wives to other peasants, while they themselves are jerking around peeping. I already jarred the whole. I did not know that my husband is such a pervert! He says that IT helps families and would like to experiment. I asked directly:

- Do you want your wife to me, that is, someone else's man flunked me and you will be fine then live with me?

He said:

- Yes. We have already reached such a time of marriage that we need to experiment and revitalize family life. In short, he gave me a few stories to read, where it was written that the fucked wives in all places and peeping husbands then confess their love and experience a lost passion after that for each other.

I was struck by this disgust for her husband, I began to look at him, but she did not give it a look. I have run out of these stories, right all the panties got wet in front, and even got angry that these stories didn’t stir him! That evening he did not make me a normal woman-wife on the marital bed! He vyakal something praising the pluses of the idea, and I agreed, all the time saying that if he does not mind, if he permits, if he later will love me more. In fact, I don’t know how other families have open treason with other men in such a question, but THIS has killed my husband in my eyes below the baseboard.In short, I used to consider him to be impotent with a small but normal forty-year-old man, as well as an impotent with a small and insignificant who wants to see a young macaw invited to such a beautiful wife, and he will pry and jerk his tiny hitch! How is he going to look into my eyes after such a spectacle? Yes, and it turns out he is a solid head of the department of history and natural science. SUCH stories reads, just imagining me in the place of those whores?

I was not infuriated by this, but I didn’t file it. Yet my years go by, and I don’t get attention to my female charms, so she agreed. I learned that my husband is a real freak, but it would not be bad to finish at least once, like a normal woman under a man, to finally pour out the accumulated juice from the shortage of money! And that chef's nephew came up, he was probably big and hairy! Discussed the details. I had a fear caused by unshakable loyalty to my family for so many years. I was afraid of other men. So much of all you have heard from familiar women who are not very much watching the married honor. They were driven into the mouth by the big ones, and then they were forced to drink and even that I was most afraid of - they raped me from behind. Guys are always more, they are bent and will not ask, but they will let go, how they will play with your ass. I explained this to my husband in two words, he understood it and said that he would combine the pleasant with the useful. He will monitor my safety from the cabinet. In short, hide there and will look like his wife - I will have another man. And I will definitely masturbate, even though I didn’t say it, but I guessed from his red face.

Usually I wear only a strict style. But the husband made the adjustments, said that they would affect that young ara. I dressed in his eyes and thought to myself, seeing a husband who carefully prepares me: I wonder who you need to be to collect your own lawful such a beautiful wife in order to put it under a completely unknown peasant? When I left the bedroom, our daughter gasped:

- Mom, you're so beautiful.

Still would! I wore black high-heeled boots, nylon stockings just above my knees (my husband bought them himself, having run to the store for a few days beforehand), my old strict black skirt too, but with a significant cut over my left leg almost in front, a blue iridescent blouse with short sleeves and with four not fastened buttons where the lace edging of the bra cups looked out while walking, a fitted narrow light brown jacket, a brilliant clock on the arm, a wedding ring and a couple of others, my drape coat with a collar where it was hung Do a little curly blond hair. I looked in the mirror and noticed there a beautiful sultry woman who had obviously gathered at the plaques, and not at work. Issued and clothing and thickly black eyes and bright red lips and red cheeks with blood stained. The husband said that I should not worry, as if I should be worried - his wife today will have a completely unknown type on the marital bed!

I went to work, hoping that by noon my husband would take the daughter to her mother and manage to return to hide in the closet, like the last onanist is a pervert. I was so disgusted by this. Fear and constraint needed something to remove. I was still afraid that I would become a real whore and a cheater, who would lead unfamiliar men to the common apartment for the same purpose, to the apartment where her husband and little daughter live. Where our parents come, where they stay overnight ... This all should happen right today - a beautiful blonde will kiss me and caress the young Caucasian in front of her husband peeping. That there will be a husband at the same time and sickened and helped to cope with fear. I'm still a coward.But it's time to end the shortcomings, otherwise you will sour completely and become old, and then no one will hanker on your Babskii charms, but here a young guy frankly wants me! He will probably be so brisk and gentle at the same time? I’m his dream - a beautiful, blond, almost still young lady with a magnificent ass that he liked to touch and feel! Rest, and even well, that there will be a husband. All the same, more reliable. And it can really happen, as in his stories, where then the spouses become closer, more tender and, more important, can he then normally stand on me? In general, it is disgusting after his permission for such treason to push his legs in front of him. He is not a man after this, even though this has not happened yet, but he buzzed so much about my ears about betrayal, where he would be able to watch me! I exhaled and in my thoughts I said to myself: I will give myself to a young Caucasian, I will be a real desired woman. Be decided what will be!

In the restaurant, I immediately noticed my object. This young Caucasian was sitting at a table and talking on the phone. His boss taught us to do business, so he negotiated every little thing: napkins, new tablecloths ...

- Good afternoon, remember me? - I immediately asked, coming close to him.

He looked at me and his eyes filled with excitement and passion.

- I can not forget you, Anna Yuryevna.

- Oh you know my name? And I don’t know yours, ”I said, a little embarrassed that he was talking to me with you. I'm still his older by five or six years and nothing more. But then she blamed everything on politeness on his part.

- My name is Vazha. Maybe drink a drink for an acquaintance? - This young impudent man asked, who immediately began to openly stare arrogantly at me from head to toe.

I smiled amiably and decided to blurt out everything at once, remembering how he had grabbed me in the ass.

- Maybe it's better for me tonight? Now so much work.

My voice expressed babskuyu lust.

- Uh, of course. Anna Yurievna, and how much more convenient? - he winked in lecherous laughter at my wedding ring.

- At eight o "clock. And you should not worry about it, - I smiled broadly. I was shaking from the excitement that struck my head and the panties were already starting to get wet from the sight of a young stallion sprawled in a chair with legs apart in tight pants, showing me puffed pants.

- I know one place.

- No, better with me.

- Yes, no question, Anna Yurievna. I know the address. At eight I will, rest listen, eh? - He gave free rein to his hands and touched my knee with his hairy hand.

- Then.

I quickly hurried out of the hall, wagging my hips. I knew that he was now drooling over my ass, I again became so young and happy from waiting for sex. All the same, my husband gave me a good gift, maybe the best one in recent years. Everything worked as expected.