In the morning, I pretend to sleep, surreptitiously watching how Lyudmila is going to work. She went into the shower, walked naked into the room and began to dress. At first she made panties with frills, silk belt with elastics, a bra and nylon stockings in the hole. All black, like the underwear prostitutes. I had never seen such a dress before. Then she wore a navy blue transparent suit and dark heeled shoes. The ensemble was completed with a light raincoat protecting it from the boring autumn rain. At ten in the morning she left the apartment, entered the elevator and sat in the car waiting for her at the entrance.

My spouse returned home at about two o'clock in the morning, in a pretty drunk and for some reason a buttoned coat. Together with her into the apartment, gently supporting Lyudmila by the elbow and carrying her handbag, her driver entered. He said hello, walked into the room and put my unfeeling spouse on the sofa.

Smiling and mumbling something like “Thank you, honey,” she leaned back under the interested gaze of her driver, sprawled on the sofa and fell asleep. In this case, her legs parted in different directions. Together with them, the floors of her skirt were also dispersed. No panties on Lyudmila. Instead, a bright electric light illuminated the pubis overgrown with dark hairs stuck together and a wide-open bud of the genital slits. The driver grinned, said goodbye and walked to the door.

Lifting her, I somehow pulled off her cloak. It turned out that there was no bra under the blouse. Moreover, she was not even tied at the waist: sewn to her from behind the strips of fabric dangling somewhere below. The blouse was sold out and the breasts covered with suspicious blue spots were completely naked. Having untied the belt of the skirt, and taking it off after the blouse, I noticed the bright red labia. It seemed that the sleeping naked woman lying before me experienced several hours of uninterrupted sex.

The next day, Lyudmila seemed to be replaced. She tried to guess my every desire, cleaned the apartment, conjured in the kitchen. In the evening, unexpectedly offered to dine at the restaurant. Although I was going to talk with her about what was overwhelming my soul, I unexpectedly agreed for myself.

And then he said something he didn’t expect from himself. When my wife prepared a rather modest jacket and skirt for the evening, she suddenly demanded:

- And in the restaurant you go without panties!

She blushed deeply, took off her panties and began to pull stockings.

The restaurant played live music in the middle of the hall, closely hugging each other, circling a couple. We arrived early and managed to take a fairly comfortable table not far from the stage. A queue began to accumulate at the entrance, and the waiter who had taken the order asked for permission to plant a “decent young man” with us. I quickly answered: “Of course, of course, it will be more fun!” Lyudmila quickly looked at me, but said nothing.

The guy turned out to be young (he was 22-23 years old, we were 30 years old each), sociable and cheerful. He immediately said that he had come on a business trip, he lives in a hotel and came to a restaurant just to eat. But I immediately filled three glasses and offered him a drink. Vadim did not refuse (that was the name of the guy), and when making his order he asked the waitress to bring a bottle of vodka. We were having fun, drinking, dancing fast dances together. Slow I danced with my wife, he invited girls sitting at other tables.

When the buffet closed (after 22 hours, orders for liquor were usually not taken anymore), we got drunk. Soon Lyudmila went to the toilet. After the restaurant was closed, I suggested that he buy a bottle of vodka from a taxi driver and continue the evening at home.

- Is it convenient? - he asked.

- Why not? Vadim, you seemed to like Lyudmila. Invite her to the dance, hold her tight, say a few compliments. And then I will invite you already with her. I am sure that he will not refuse.

We drank, talked (the topics were becoming frivolous), Vadim invited Lyudmila to slow dancing. And tightly holding her waist. (Porn stories) It turned out that her breasts were firmly pressed to his stomach, and his obviously stiffened member - to her stomach. A couple of times his hands crawled from the waist to Ludmila’s butt, but she, involuntarily pressing herself closer to her partner, lifted them up.

When I hinted at the continuation of the banquet, she did not object: apparently, she felt guilty about what happened the day before. From the restaurant we left already three of us. While Lyudmila was preening by the mirror, I asked Vadim:

- Well, how? Lyudmila liked?

- Highly. Big breasts, butt elastic.

- Noticed that no panties?

- I felt when I touched my ass and got excited ... - he answered.

And then I rushed into the maelstrom: "Do you want to fuck her?" He was embarrassed, but answered: "Very!"

- In the taxi I am sitting in front. You push it to start. Try to run your hand between your legs ... Maybe something will work out.

In the car, we drove in silence. Only behind was heard some kind of rustling and sniffing. What happened there, I do not know for sure. But Vadim hardly refused the plan.

In the morning, the three of us woke up in the same bed. But I will tell you about how this happened if one site members want to know what happened next. Continue?