The member was handsome. Just do not think, I am a normal man, with a normal orientation. However, even a member wearing a condom was handsome. It was visible from time to time. Since he disappeared and reappeared among the sponges of my wife. Did this member slowly, slowly, then just slowly disappearing in the depths of the pussy. I do not know why, but I paid attention to a member. Not to his wife, who was an exemplary woman in terms of loyalty, but to what now penetrated her. Not on the situation in principle, although it was above not ordinary. I noticed it was a member.

And all because this member did something that I could not imagine at all. Probably still need to tell from the very beginning. We have been married for 18 years. That's it, 18 years old. I boldly inscribed myself as a veteran of the family front. The wedding was when I was 19 years old, and my wife and that 18. The son is already the eighteenth year. I can not say that all eighteen years were covered with roses. Anything has happened. And quarrels, and joys. A little bit of everything. Yes, I was not holy in all eighteen years of marriage. Not that I would recklessly go on a spree, but if I had the opportunity to “live” once or twice with some interesting madam, I did not deny myself pleasure. But my wife’s attitude to adultery has always been ... how to pick up a word, not a pleasant one. She had friends who walked from their husbands and did not hide this from her, but she did not interrupt their friendship with them. In many of our companies, from time to time, situations with cheating on their husbands surfaced, but this did not cause a boycott by my wife to these men. However, with all this she herself completely rejected even the very idea of ​​treason to her husband, that is, to me. Loyalty to her husband was for her one of the main advantages as a woman. Do not think that I am a smug idiot who is so sure of the infallibility of his wife, everything was just that. I did not resist this and treated simply as an existing fact. You want to be like that. I confess that during my life together I had all sorts of visions with the participation of my wife and some good fellow. But all this was somehow not noticeable, and I immediately stopped thinking about it.

Life went on as usual and in general did not bring any surprises. Until there was a story that made me sit down, so to speak, by the pen. So do not blame me.

It all started with the fact that this year, returning from the sea, where we first went without a son, we decided to brighten up the monotony of the slow, busy road from the sea coast by joint reading of the COSMO magazine. You may be surprised, but I like to read women's magazines. There are so many interesting things, well, you just get into the "rear of the enemy." A joke of course, but not without a grain of truth. So joint reading was started with the discussion of the head of Sex & Love. There is such a chapter there before the Journeys. The topic was “What do wives and men in sex dream about”. With the men it was all simple. We have solid specifics. Whatever women were two, or be present at the merger of two women in ecstasy, with the subsequent accession to them of course. Or see your woman with another man. Well, and so on, everything is concrete up to chest size, leg length and intimate hairstyle. But with the ladies, judging by the words of the author, everything was more foggy and literary. The atmosphere is important to them. Here you are an island of paradise, and a romantic evening, candles, oils, and other romantic entourage. And what will be the man at the same time, as it turned out, the place is not even the fifth. So take my wife and take an interest, but what are you, my dear, dreaming about? After all, we have lived together for a lot of years, but what I dream about, as it turned out, my wife does not know. I told her that there are dreams of seeing female love. Even the candidacy brought, her friend Tanya. They always like alcohol, they’ll go to the disco-bar, and there, in the process of festivities, no-no, they will start kissing.By the way, this really turned me on. Very much it looks beautiful. I listened to my wife, but I don’t see her reaction, I’m driving, and she’s talking and dreaming about something else. I blurted out that it would be nice to see her with another man. Well, that's not a fool, eh? Who is the woman all the truth that says. After all, knew her attitude to this issue. The sea, the sun, the air, the theme is so interesting to my wife suggested, relaxed in short. As I said, I immediately felt the tension of the atmosphere in the car. I heard in response the following: - This is treason? Yes, just three words. However, the tone and expression of his wife, said a lot and once again reminded me of her attitude to this issue. To my surprise, the conversation did not curdle, and I asked my wife what she was dreaming about. In general, the author of the article was probably right. I heard about a tropical island, gentle sun, white sand, a house in the jungle. The only thing that was mentioned about a man, gentle hands. Everything, on this conversation on the journal topic was closed.

I did not attach much importance to this conversation. My wife did not pout, we arrived well and soon I just forgot about this discussion. And three months ago, we opened a SPA in the city, not a small one, to put it mildly. Advertising was a lot, shares and all that. Just come. Naturally, at home I heard my wife's desire to visit this cultural institution. They and so with girlfriends almost every week go to a bath, so I was not particularly surprised. And the problem was that the salon turned out to be problematic to get into. The record was almost three months ahead. I made inquiries and found out that, in spite of the spacious cabin area, the work there was very high quality and was not delivered to the stream. I chose the time, visited the cabin, looked at everything. As I thought no flow, an individual approach to each client. It turned out that almost three employees of the salon work for one visitor. For me it turned out to be a surprise, since in our time, business operates on the principle of mass character. The more customers, the better, but cares little about quality. Both female and male personnel worked in the salon. And visited the salon and the ladies and men. I have never been a hypocrite, but the news about visiting the salon by representatives of the male half, amused me a little. SPA, bath, that's it! Broom, steam room, run out on the snow, tea, beer, if not abused. However, through my acquaintances, I booked out of turn one office for four hours. For two, myself and my wife. I decided, so to speak, to try the overseas miracle. Wife did not say anything, surprise all the same. And the surprise turned into a problem. On the day of the salon visit, my wife was assigned a manicure-pedicure, and even with her friend Tatiana. Not that I was upset, but the subscription in the non-queue to visit the salon, was, as it were, covered with an additional charge and did not want to get into the salon for such money because of the nails. What did the wife, like all women, she did not offer to postpone the visit to the manicure, and called Tatiana, so to speak, to discuss the situation. Two minutes later I was offered the option of combining the planned with the useful. It turns out the spa salon had services and manicure and pedicure. I was asked to go to the salon for three. In a word, and do not upset me, and get a manicure with a pedicure. I agreed, only said that let Tatyana decide the question of entry herself. She is a girl with money, she will not lose her money. What is his wife Tatiana and reported. Hearing even joyous shouts at the other end of the line, I realized that we had agreed on this.

Arrived at the salon on Saturday late afternoon. The girls sighed, gasped, it was beautiful, it was cool, it was magical here. In general, were impressed. I was already in the cabin and I was more worried about services in action, rather than interiors. The girl administrator said that the salon is full, but our office is waiting, we are now being held. I shook my head, but the impression was that we were all alone here. As a whole, I was not very sad, even impressed by the level of service, or rather the level of silence.We were escorted by a girl, by the way, very pretty. She introduced herself as Dasha and said that she would be our “stewardess” ...