My wife and I have been living for almost 12 years, two children, girls, one in the fourth, the other in the first grade, got married early when we were 20 years old. I love my wife very much, therefore, to be with her only together, we periodically left children grandparents and went to his dacha for a couple of days, so did this time.

In the evening I lit a brazier, my wife Kristina laid the table in the gazebo, we sat down at the table, opened a bottle of wine and began to talk. Our house is worth about a scaffold, there is a clearing in the scaffolding 50 meters from the house, where local youth often liked to gather, some company gathered and this time, they did not bother us much, although they were heard quite well.
The meat on our brazier has already been fried, I took off the skewer and threw logs into the brazier so that there would be a fire, when suddenly two healthy, drunk men entered the gate to us unceremoniously.

- Oh, do not interfere?!, Said one of them and without waiting for an answer went to us in the gazebo. I say:

- Guys, you to whom?

- To you, one of them answers. - We sensed that you smell so delicious and decided to see what you are cooking there? One of these guys came up to my wife, kissed her hand, and introduced himself:

- Gleb.

- Christina: my wife reluctantly and visibly nervous answered. Honestly and I was not very comfortable among these two healthy, drunk and it is not clear why the young people who came. But it was scary to chase two buffaloes, besides, they were a little not sober and could react aggressively to this, but I could not cope with these guys.

- Oleg - the second man introduced himself to me and extended his hand to me, and in response, I also extended my hand to him and introduced myself. Oleg firmly shook my hand, so my bones cracked and sat down at our table. - Well, let's drink? Gleb asked loudly and joyfully, taking a bottle of vodka from his bosom. I say: - In fact, the guys my wife and I wanted to sit in the two of us ... - You che, do not want to drink with the paratroopers? Oleg abruptly cut me off. - Do we guys really want to sit in together? my wife intervened. - You have a beautiful wife, Gleb addressed me.

My wife is really beautiful: she has big gray eyes, hair with tails, big lips, medium breasts, butt is round, but her height is not very tall at 1, 62, but this gives her more sexuality.

- I see you don’t really like paratroopers: said Gleb. - Can I invite the other guys from the glade? And you will explain to them why you do not respect us.

Seeing here the crowd of not sober people, I didn’t really want so, I agreed to drink.

- Well, that's good, run then for the container, said Gleb.

- What do you mean run away? I asked indignantly.

- Run away, then run away, shall we drink from the palms? Gleb strictly replied to me.

- Come on, Gleb, why are you hitting him? The man willingly agreed to drink with us, and you run into him! said Oleg to Gleb.

In general, Gleb was a bit rude in contrast to Oleg, who behaved much calmer, some kind of bad and good police.

I went to the porch for glasses and watched through the window, as Oleg and Gleb sat down to my wife and they told her sweetly, and my wife shrank between them and reluctantly answered them. Honestly, I was very afraid that they would pester my wife, because I understood that I could not do anything, I just had to hope that we would drink and go away. I brought glasses, Gleb poured vodka to everyone and we drank for the landing party. Oleg and Gleb were staring at my wife all the time, when they told all sorts of stories, they were gesticulating violently, touching my wife all the time, it seemed to me they were doing it on purpose, so that they would secretly eat it.

- ABOUT! Is there music? I saw you have a mafon on your veranda? Take it out, be a friend. asked Gleb.I brought the tape recorder to the street, Gleb came up and tuned some kind of radio with slow music, rubbed his hands and sat back at the table. We drank a little more and to be honest, I already calmed down a bit, stopped being nervous and behaving insensitively, and Christina began to behave a little calmer, all the same, alcohol did its job.

But later I was alerted by the conversation. Gleb all the time told all the stories related to the chicks, how he got sick with them, how they fucked, from time to time he apologized to my wife for these stories and for the swear words he used in his stories. His stories, of course, sometimes excited me, and maybe my wife. Maybe these stories were designed for her in order to arouse arousal in her? I dont know.

Slow music continued to play quietly and Gleb asked: - Can I invite your wife to dance? I did not deny my new, formidable acquaintances and nodded my head. My wife, of course, did not want to dance with Gleb, I understood this from her gaze, but she also apparently decided not to create a conflict and nevertheless went. It was difficult to call it a dance, Gleb constantly pawed my wife, I was furious, but was silent, pretended that everything was normal, Oleg was always telling me something and periodically poured me a glass, offering to drink for the landing party.

All this time I watched the dance of Christina and Gleb. Gleb lowered his hand on my Christine's ass and squeezed her slightly, looking at me and smiling at the same time. Christina, constantly removed his hand from her priests and something objected to him. I tensed up, I didn’t expect such impudence, some freak, paws my wife in front of me and at the same time rudely smiles at me. I wanted to get up to approach Gleb and explain to him that he would behave more decently, but Oleg pulled me up.

- What are you nervous? Let them dance: said Oleg. Gleb, meanwhile, continued to grope my wife, and periodically popped his hand under her skirt,

Kristinka resisted a little, and then that would hurry to finish the dance with the predatory Gleb, she said that she would no longer dance and in general she needed to wash the dishes. Christina went to our gazebo with her face red with shame, she looked at me with anger, and I felt ashamed that I let Gleb put her around. I understood that Gleb had a crush on my wife and that he wanted to fuck her. Christina took the dirty dishes from the table and carried them to the kitchen.

Satisfied Gleb sat down at the table, poured a glass and then I could not stand it, plucked up courage and said: - Gleb, what the fuck did you have for my wife? Do you allow yourself? Get out of here before I call the police! Oleg immediately began to slow me down.

- Quiet, quiet. Gleb, from where he pointedly pulled out a knife, with a thick handle, with a wide and sharp, but short blade. Here I was scared.

- You're a fag, fucked? How are you talking to me? waving a knife, Gleb told me.

- I fucking, I don’t sweat the current, but fuck now, you and your wife! And you will blather cut you fuck and bury you in the woods!

Gleb got up and headed in my direction with a knife in his hand. I was scared that he would cut me and screamed for fear that I understood everything. At that moment, Christina looked out of the veranda and asked excitedly:

- Guys, what's going on with you? Gleb sent a knife in her direction and ordered her to go on to wash the dishes, otherwise he would cut us. Kristinka obediently disappeared into the kitchen. Gleb, came close to me, so I almost rested my face on my face with my groin, I looked up to look at his face, at that moment he put a knife to my throat.

- Crap, fag? Gleb asked me. - Be good and everything will be fine.

At that moment, the roaring Christine looked out of the veranda again.

- Guys, do not touch him please! Gleb turned to her and said:

- Shut your mouth, otherwise I’ll close it to you with my dick! And in general, you need to wash the dishes, in what I will help you now!

Gleb turned to me and asked loudly, so that Christine would hear:

- You do not mind if I help your wife to wash the dishes? I said nothing. Gleb pressed the knife to my throat harder and asked him threateningly:

- You do not mind?

- No: I said.

- What is not? Gleb asked loudly.

- I'm not against. answered...