the breeze, the movements played with the testicles. However, she did not let his penis out of her sugar sponges, making circular and translational movements with her head.

- What, no way? - I grinned. I understood that after such a marathon nothing could have happened, and I also knew the love for the male flesh of my wife. She, if it were possible, would not let him out of her hands or mouth for days, sometimes I woke up, and she sniffles like that in my legs, holding in my hands like a baby teddy bear. But, nevertheless, I could not insert a hairpin.

Julia raised tired, but happy eyes to me and sadly, offended, even though it was abused, because her lips were smiling, she shook her head.

“But now Alexander doesn't need to wash him,” I chuckled. “Come on, I'll pour you something,” Julia got up tiredly and followed me into the kitchen.

Sanya, let's pull up, - I turned around at the door of the kitchen. I got a cold beer, but Yulka wanted juice. Having drunk a whole glass in one gulp, she, with a mischievous smile, wiped her lips with a hand, smacked me and flew off into the shower. Sasha continued to lie, and there was nothing left for me to do, like, the second time in a day, rinsing the penis and wrapping myself with a towel, grabbing a couple of bottles of beer, would move to the veranda.

A couple of minutes later Alexander joined me. He sat across from me, I opened and handed him a beer. He drank, and looking somewhere afar continued his thoughts. I thought that if you start talking about something, then when Julia with her indifference to such things and optimism comes out of the shower.

I didn't really want to talk. It turns out we zavedykalis two hours. The sun had already rolled over the zenith, but the midday heat was hanging outside. The wet earth, heated in half a day, gave off the moisture accumulated during the winter, although it was humid, but it was very warm. The effect was like a steam room, in which they poured on the stove. The birds have quieted down a bit, they probably started a siesta.

I love my spouse. She knows how to appear at the right time in the right place. Fresh and fragrant, in a white robe, she jumped out to meet the sun, like a sunbeam.

- Lyubimkin, I put your bathrobe on Irishka on the bed. She forgot her at home. Therefore, like a towel. Damn there is so much hunting. And why aren't you eating? - while she already managed to stuff a bit of kebab in a cooled but juicy, with a layer of lard, take a bottle of Sasha’s beer, drink it, and since he was sitting facing the sun, move him further on the bench, sit down with him.

- Well, let's pour, the lady wants to celebrate a good day, - she continued to command with her mouth full.

I obediently poured three glasses of cognac that had already been heated, forgotten in the sun, and went for more beer. I glanced briefly at Irishka. She slept with the child’s sleep, and like most people, she released one leg from under the blanket, holding half the blanket between her legs. Her pussy was not visible, but the leg with the ass was just stunning. I wanted to come up, hold my hand over this masterpiece and kiss, but I restrained myself. Looking at her face, she marked her serene, restful sleep, she put both hands under the pillow and slept on a sponge, just that they were not smacking. What a pretty damn thing.

I remembered how at one time Julia worked at a strange work in two shifts and did not constantly get enough sleep. She came home to just peck me on the nose, and take a shower, hide under the blanket. I tolerated this thing for about two weeks, and then one day, she slept in almost the same position, sat down next to her, gently stroking her leg and ass, gently switched to her pussy. Julia without waking up flowed. I gently inserted a member into it and also carefully started moving. After five minutes, she moaned, clutching her pillow, and a minute later I finished, catching the fruits of my labor in my fist, buried in a pillow so as not to wake. After lunch, when she was awakened by an alarm clock to replace at sixteen, she asked: "Did we have something."I replied that yes. She kissed me on the lips and said it was super. My question: "How do you know that it was great, if you are not sure if we had anything or not?" To which she replied that "If we didn’t have anything, it means that she had a very pleasant dream, and if it was, then I’m just super and she adores me." Since then, we, or rather I, quite often practiced this kind of sex, until we arranged for Julia for a normal job. Since then, sometimes, even, I miss him.

Hiding my eyes, as if I could read my innermost thoughts in them, I went out onto the veranda. There was already a completely different atmosphere.

- Sash, yes there is no better than my beloved in the whole world. We can stay out of bed for days. Imagine. And here you are, and even the husband of my best friend, and with such a tool, ”my love twittered in a half-whisper. About the tool, the worm of jealousy instantly moved, but I understood approximately what was said.

- ABOUT! Dear, ”when he saw me, Julia immediately asked for support,“ today your beloved husband was with another man. What do you feel?

- Okay, clowning around, - I reassured my spouse, having already decided to reveal all the cards and turned to Alexander - Sash, this is of course your choice, whether you like this relationship or not - you decide. I think if a man likes my wife, if he gives her real pleasure, he respects both a man and a woman and does not use him as a disposable whore, if it happens with my consent, and even with me, why should I be against it. I adore Julia and always want her to be well. She does not meet with anyone behind my back, because she knows if she liked a man in terms of sex and I will be sure that everything will be fine with her and she will receive a lot of pleasure - I will not mind. Women, however, as well as men, do not alter. If they want something, they will achieve their goal, with or without our consent, sooner or later. But then it will be a deception towards you, from which to burn them all to hell - I decided to end on a funny, theatrical note.

And, actually, why pull? Cards on the table! If Sasha is not able to cross this border, so why pour from empty to empty? If they have a norm in their family to climb under the blanket once a week and in two minutes solve the issue of marital debt, and then walk for a week, looking at each skirt, so why pull. But if he realized today that this is indeed a useful discovery for them and an open door to the world of their fantasies, let him think and decide.

He perfectly saw how his wife was transformed, he probably understands that today will never be erased from memory, and perhaps he understands that from today she will look at their relationship with completely different eyes. Surely he would have climbed my Julia, leave them alone in such conditions. But it would be a secret from me and from Irina. And, probably, it would be considered normal. So what's up? In selfishness? In dogmas? Is this not accepted? And in tikhorya from each other, walking on the side is taken? Then what kind of love are we talking about if you cheat your beloved?

It seems that Alexander took a pause and offered to drink. There really is something to think about.

Of course, my dear! There is something to think about. Still need to think about the beloved? If not selfish, and really love her. She probably also has her own fantasies, she had read love stories since childhood, she had erotic dreams. And it's not how to insert and not end for a long time. The point is how to learn to feel her fantasies and anticipate desires. It is very likely that after ten years of gray life together you will come across, some beast storekeeper who teaches you how to make kuni, perhaps another five years later, an accountant will teach you how to work with fingers. But it will be many, many years. And life goes by right now. And looking at your old age with such changes in your behavior, in the eyes of your spouse you will be like a bald, pot-bellied pervert, who also changes.

Swing is not a goal, swing is a means, a path to a goal. The two of you cross the border, open up your fantasies and dreams to each other, and do not hesitate, respecting each other, make yourself one.Feel each other by one look, movement of eyelashes, heart rhythm, breathing. Then you do not need anyone. You are free in terms of sex and it is worth a lot. And meetings with other people become for you, like buying a spicy dish that you put in a filled refrigerator, or eating right after your lobsters and ordering annoying black caviar.

Go over the border, become free and see the big picture, the horizon can be in any business. But in sex it can only be done together.