My friends persuaded me to go to the recreation center for the weekend in winter. They so painted everything that my wife and children also lit up to go. In the summer, most likely we would not have gone, but in the winter, especially there were no cases. Check in on Friday after work, departure on Sunday after lunch. In fact, two days.

We arrived on Friday, in the evening, settled. Then at the table - wash the rest, as it should be. When we sat down well, someone had an idea to go to a disco. Slightly warmed up before bedtime.

The next day was completely devoted to rest. Made on the basis for this was a lot. Slides, ski trails. Inventory could be rented. Children were especially pleased, and adults also liked it. There was no desire to walk on skis, they wanted to take a snowmobile, but alas, they did not get it. It was necessary to be content with driving from hills. And the slide one was just gorgeous. It ended on the ice of the river. It was simply impossible for the kids to drive them away. And we, adults, also skated with pleasure.

I even got excited about something with my knee. At first I didn’t even notice, but after lunch it got sick.

In the evening, our entire company - I with Olya, Ivan with Masha and Peter and Ira, gathered again. Again there was a small feast, then the people again decided to jerk to the disco. I refused, my knee ached unpleasantly, and tomorrow I had to go home by car. They all left, taking with them a bottle of vodka. I was lying on the bed, watching TV, the children did not bother me, doing something in another room. Passed, probably an hour, maybe a little more. I'm already sick of looking at the screen. I didn't want to sleep, and there was nothing more to do. I decided to walk a little, or rather, I went to a disco.

People met me joyfully. They were already hot, and not just dancing. Vanya ran and brought another bottle of vodka. They danced, then came back to me, took a portion of dope and again in the "battle". Well, I did not lag behind them, in the sense of drinking. Then the next bottle. Soon the whole company was pretty tipsy.

The disco is over, Peter and Irina went to her room. Ira said she had a headache. And we went to the bar, already in a truncated composition. People wanted to continue the banquet ...

We took a table, took vodka, some sandwiches for a snack. Olya and Masha almost immediately went to dance, then Ivan joined them. I sat, looked around, what else I had to do. Ivan soon returned, we talked with him and drank vodka little by little. Our wives periodically returned to the table, take a break. Then they went again to dance.

Forty minutes passed, however maybe more, when Masha said she was tired and it would be time to get round. I and Vanya agreed with her. But then Olya said that she wanted to dance, the time was childish (although it was already past midnight) and she would not go anywhere. We three began to persuade her, and, in the end, would persuade, if ...

A voice suddenly rang out around me.

- Allow me to invite your lady to the dance!

I turned, next to our table was a man. By the way, I immediately noticed him when we just arrived at the bar. He was hard not to notice, for several reasons. Firstly, he was completely gray and it immediately distinguished him among the visitors. Secondly, age. Almost everyone in the bar was relatively young. I gave him at first over fifty. Then it turned out that he was forty-five. Third, the appearance. All were dressed quite simply - jeans, some were even in tracksuits, yet the people came to rest. He was wearing a suit, though without a tie, but still he stood out.

I did not even have time to answer him, Olga jumped up and went to dance.

- We went, - Masha resolutely got up and went to the exit. Ivan, as if apologizing, spread his hands and went after her.

It was already drunk decently, I was already drawn into a dream. I sat at the table alone and waited for my wife's return. Perhaps I dozed off a bit.

- Your friends have already left? - by surprise, I even started.

Instead, Olya appeared again the same man.I nodded, and he himself began to look for his wife - she danced.

- Can I join you.

I nodded again. He soon returned with a glass and an open bottle of brandy and sat down at our table.

We drank to meet you, his name was Arkady, for my beautiful wife, for something else. Then Olga appeared and drank with us too.

Most likely, I didn't need to drink anymore, I was already in good drunk. But I myself could not understand this at that moment. Then we drank, but I already vaguely remember that.

And then in my memory further events were reflected in some pieces. And even if they were joined together, the whole picture did not work anyway.

I do not remember how we left the bar. Then I remember that I am sitting in an unfamiliar room, opposite me and Olga and Arkady, and we are drinking again.

Then I still could not resist and fell asleep. And I had a rather strange dream ...

An unfamiliar room, twilight, bed ... A naked woman on a bed on four points, a peasant hammering her from behind. I recognized the woman immediately, and although I do not see her face, this is my wife. But I don’t know a man, and I see him from behind. From somewhere far away sounds no ceasing sounds, it groans Olya. (The best erotic story site) Her moan merges into one sound, sometimes the tone changes.

A man makes a progressive movement, I clearly see how his ass moves. Olga turns her head from side to side, he holds her hands around her waist. His movements are slow and measured, I can clearly see the sweat covering his back.

His wife's hands break in elbows and she buried her face in a blanket, her hands shook the blanket into fists. The groan was barely audible. His movements became sharper, Olya sharply arched her back, tore her face from the bed, her mouth opened wide, as if she was short of air and almost immediately she went limp. He made a few more movements with his pelvis and froze, threw his head back and issued a bestial roar. Looks like he's coming ...

Having stood for some time, he removed his hands from Olga's waist and she, slipping from his ..., fell on the bed. He left the room.

Olga lay still, then pulled the blanket over herself, apparently she was cool. A man appeared, now he was wearing a bathrobe. Now I recognized him - it was Arkady, we met at the bar. He sat on the bed patted Oli's leg and said something to her. Reluctantly she rose, sat down next to him, wrapped in a blanket. They talked about something. I heard their voices, but I could not understand the meaning of the words.

They drank, then another. The blanket slipped from one shoulder of his wife, exposing not only the shoulder, but also the chest. Arkady leaned over and began to kiss her. Olya laughed and, as it seemed to me, specially let go of the blanket, it slipped down, exposing the second breast too.

Arkady continued kissing, his second hand began to stroke and knead the second breast. Olga closed her eyes and leaned back a little, leaning her arms on the bed.

He stopped, put Ole’s hand around his neck and tilted her head to his groin. As her head sank down, her hand slipped under the robe. He threw the floor robe ... Member was huge! No, at length he was like mine, but there are two times more in diameter.

She hugged her head with her lips. The head gradually penetrated deeper and deeper into the mouth. There was a sniffing and smacking of a wife in the room. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

She stopped abruptly, released a member from her mouth and stood up. Then everything happened on the bed. Arkady just lay on his back, and Olya herself sat on his penis. She herself sent him x ... to her p ... y, she herself slowly descended on him. At the same time slightly turning his backside from side to side and moaning loudly ...

I woke up in my room, or rather, my wife woke me up with a terrible headache. There were also unpleasant sensations in the stomach.

- Vadik, get up. It's time for breakfast.

What a breakfast, I could not take my head off the pillow. My wife gave me some pills, and she left with the children for breakfast. The pills did not help, I had to take it again.

Then they left to go downhill, and I stayed in the room. Gradually, the head began to pass. I even got up and went out into the fresh air. The condition was still pretty heavy. In the cold it soon became a little easier.

They began to recall the pictures of the past evening.Fuck me so drunk? As far as the memory of yesterday’s events was concerned, I was terribly tormented by one question - did I dream or was it really?

After lunch, I still asked my wife about the evening.

- You do not remember anything? - asked wife.

I shook my head to the side.

- Nothing special. I dragged you home ...

I got the answer in three weeks. Suddenly, Arkady came to visit us unexpectedly, at least for me ...