It was December 31st. We celebrated the new year at home. We had the opportunity to celebrate in the company, we were invited to our friends, but Oksana did not want to go anywhere.

For the first time they sat down at the table around 10 pm, had a light snack. Later in the 12th hour, we spent the old year, met a new one, as it should be. The wife began to watch the telly, the son, receiving a toy disc as a gift, went to the computer. After several minutes of watching TV, I was drawn to sleep. And when I was already half awake, the doorbell rang.

A neighbor entered the room - Petrovich, everyone called him in the courtyard, and offered to take a walk to the tree. I no longer wanted, but Oksana and the son were “for”. Having collected snacks and drinks, the six of us went for a walk. There were many people on the street, everyone congratulated each other. Going to the Christmas tree was not far away. And there were people there ... The whole playground in front of the DC was packed. They didn’t beat into the depths, settled on the edge. The music from the stage was well heard here. Petrovich and I were periodically applied to the bottle, our wives, too, however, they drank shampusik. Someone started the fireworks. It was fun, I did not even regret how much I went.

After 40 minutes, my wife said that she was cold and we headed towards the house with the whole company. Already near Oksana's house, a mobile phone rang, she congratulated someone with the new year. What was the conversation I did not hear, and did not even try to hear, besides, my wife was a little behind us.

At the entrance we parted with our neighbors. Upon arrival home they sent their son to sleep, they themselves sat down at the table again. Then Oksana told me that Max had called and that he would drop by for a while.

Max, I have not seen for two months, since that time, as described in the story "Nephew." No, he called, but was not visiting us. True, I had a feeling that Oksana would see him, but this is how it is or not, I cannot say. Now this call, it turns out he knows her cell number.

While he was not, his wife removed from the table too much. He came in about 20 minutes, put a bottle of champagne, vodka and fruit on the table.

Lit the candles on the table, put out the light. They drank for the new year, etc. I was already in good condition before that, but now I sat and nodded.

As time went on, he did not intend to leave, although when he arrived, he said that he ran for 10 minutes. And I already wanted to sleep.

Oksana got up, turned on the music and drew him to dance, I looked at them and struggled with sleep as best I could. It became harder and harder to sit, and I lay down on the sofa.

They slowly circled to the music, it lulled me even more. I lay with half-closed eyes and looked at them. Mack sometimes glanced at me. The music was changing, and they were spinning at a slow pace. He hugged her around the waist, and she, clinging tightly to him, laid her head on his chest.

Somewhere on the 4th song his right hand slid down and lay on my wife's ass. Oksana did not respond to this. At first, his hand lay quietly, then his hand began to knead the buttock. No reaction. Soon the second hand was already crushing another buttock.

Then Oksana opened her eyes and, looking at me, said:

- Andrew?

I was silent.

- Andrei, are you sleeping?

What did she want to hear? Yes, I sleep!

I pretended to be asleep. She laid her head on his chest again. He bowed his head and began to kiss the neck, shoulders.

- Max! Max! Max, stop it! - her voice trembled, - Maaaaks ...

His right hand crawled up and I heard the sound, the sound of unzipping lightning. From this sound in his pants moved member.

His hand strokes her bare back, slowly rising up. Here is one shoulder strap from the shoulder, here is the second. He continues to kiss her. Oksana lowered her hands and the dress slipped down. She remained only in stockings, panties, if they could be so called, so a small strip of fabric and rope, and in a bra.

I already captured the spirit. The sight I saw was ... In a room lit by several candles, the young man was stripping my wife, and from the side it was so beautiful and exciting ... My member instantly reacted to what was happening, and my hands were stretching into pants, but I was afraid to move and scare them away.

His hands ran down her back from top to bottom, then back. Max opened his bra, his hands slowly slid down his wife's body and began to lower the panties down.

- Max, not here! Max ... I ask ...

He picked her up easily and moved into the bedroom. Soon a muffled groan came from there, every moment he grew louder and louder. I wanted to see what was happening behind the wall, but I had no strength to stand up.

I imagined what was happening there, and my hands were actively working. I finished, the body went limp ...

I woke up from the light that struck my eyes, I automatically covered my eyes with my hand. Finally, I came to my senses from the clink of glasses. He opened his eyes. The apartment was dark, the light was burning only in the kitchen. My wife walked around the table and collected the dishes from the table and carried her to the kitchen.

The recent events swam before my eyes, the member stirred ... Damn, was that really? Or did I have all this in a dream?

My wife returned from the kitchen and went to the table from the side of the sofa. She was no longer wearing a dress, was wearing a bathrobe. She was so close to me ... Her silhouette beckoned me. And I could not resist, stretched out his hand, put his hand on his leg and pulled him to him. She shuddered, a fork fell on the table:

- Andrew! Fool! I almost ... Leave me alone ... How can you scare so!

She stood beside me, I stroked her leg, she did not even try to pull away. He began to slowly climb up the thigh.

- Stop doing that. Andrew...

A hand was rising higher and higher between her thighs. The hand reached ... Trusikov was not on it, it seems to me that it was not a dream.

Finger penetrated between the labia, it was wet. Backstage the clitoris, Oksana started. He ran his finger back and forth along the labia. (Especially for eroticspace.info — seksithails.org) I felt a slight shiver run through her body, her breathing quickened, she slightly crossed, spreading her legs wider. Finger penetrated inside, now I was completely sure that I had not dreamed all this. Inside it was wet, this is an understatement. There was still nephew sperm.

I could not restrain myself and threw her on the sofa, pulled up a robe and drove a member of the most tomatoes. And immediately began to fuck her at a fairly fast pace. In the room, at first a quiet sniff was heard, and then her moans were added to this.

My roof was blown away so much that I even missed the moment when I began to finish. A member jerked and the first portion of sperm flew out of it. I entered it completely and began to pour into it.

I fell exhausted beside her. For a while we lay side by side in complete silence, then she rose and, holding a palm between her legs, went into the bath. I almost immediately slept a dream.

I woke up again, now from terrible thirst. The apartment was completely silent. After drinking, almost half a teapot, slowly went to the bedroom. I crossed the threshold and stumbled across a wall. Oksana and Max were lying on the bed. Totally naked. He was sleeping on his back, and she was pressed against his side, with her head on her chest. His hand was hugging her, and her hand was on his penis.

It was so unexpected. I thought he was long gone. I stood in a stupor and looked at the bed. Then he returned to the sofa. Sleep no longer came to me.

Yes, a replacement for Zaur was quickly found!

Somewhere in an hour, in the bedroom I heard a rustle. Max came out, he was dressed. Oksana came after him. I pretended to be asleep again. There was a rustling sound from the corridor, then a whisper. Soon the front door slammed ...