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My name is Semyon, I am now almost 50 years old, my ex-wife is Dasha, she is 2 years younger than me. The story about which I want to tell writing happened about 20 years ago, somewhere in the mid-90s.

Not much, as if the prehistory ... After studying at the institute, I served in the army. After six months, I met Dasha. The acquaintance was accidental, it happened at one of the parties and my friends. I was free, just broke up with another girl, my future wife just broke up with her boyfriend. Somehow we were drawn to each other, there was a tumultuous romance that ended six months later with the wedding. If, honestly, when our acquaintance had just begun, I didn’t have any thoughts about a long acquaintance. it was my next passion, as I thought, but it turned out ...

A year later, we had a daughter. In general, as they say, they didn’t live off. The years went by, everything was fine. Daughter grew up. We got the apartment is not a bad apartment inherited from the wife's grandmother. They bought a car, not new, but rather in good condition ... In general, life went on as usual.

I passed for thirty, when events occurred that later changed our lives.

I admit honestly, I had a little intrigue, but I couldn’t even think about it, what my wife could cheat on me, I didn’t even think about it. But one thing brought me to these thoughts ...

We had a couple of married couples in the yard, we were in excellent relations with them. All were about the same age, the difference was 2-3 years, and our children were about the same age. We often met in the yard. and somehow it turned out that someone offered to go on kebabs. Got it, liked it. A year later, again. Then they started driving once a year. The first time we went just to nature, somewhere to the lake and the pond, and the last few times to the village. One friends inherited a house in the village a wonderful place - the lake is not far and the forest is nearby. Here in our last trip, then I had seditious thoughts that my Dasha changes me. This thought came unexpectedly and practically from nothing. And so she deeply sat down in the head ...

Everything was as usual - they drank, swam, drank again, danced. When it got dark, they decided not to leave the house, made a fire and continued their feast at the fire. Perhaps it was drunk more than usual. In general, up to this point there was nothing criminal.

When once again they danced around the fire, my wife unexpectedly, not only for me, but for all those present, too, during the dance, suddenly pulled off her T-shirt. There would be nothing like that if there was a bra under the maya. But he was not there. taking her off, she continued to dance, turning the shirt over her head and making wild screams.

I do not know about everyone else, but I just fell into a stupor. I did not expect this from my wife, I think others too. I stood, but no, I continued to dance shifting from foot to foot, and looked, and could not believe what was happening. All the men stared at Dasha, more precisely at her breasts. I saw how they looked, they were ready to devour her eyes.

When we got married, she was a very slim girl, with a small breast, a little more than the first size. But after childbirth, she herself didn’t get much better, but her breasts increased and increased to the third size. And her breasts were not hanging like the ears of a spaniel. Her breasts just drove me crazy. And her little brown nipples ...

The men stared at her breasts, it even seemed to me that some made hand movements towards Dashkina's chest. Their wives, like me, were in a light stupor. So she continued to dance, spinning herself and turning her shirt over her head. Turning to me, she even winked at me.Just as unexpectedly as she took off her shirt, she put it on.

There was some kind of tension on the improvised dance floor. Someone defusing the situation, offered a drink. And just sitting at the table, I discovered that I had a member. I even felt cold in my chest - what if someone noticed it?

After drinking, the voltage soon disappeared, but something was not right. All the men were in high spirits, except for me, of course. But the female half ... After sitting a little more, all wandered around the house for the night.

Wife, pressed to me, instantly fell asleep. And my dream did not go. I lay there and recalled how my wife danced without a shirt, how men looked at her. And from these memories rose member! Heck! I was excited by the fact that my Dasha was seen with a bare chest. And what would have happened to me if someone touched it with her hand! I do not even know how to behave in this case. Either rushed into a fight, or ...

I imagined someone touching his wife's chest with his hand. It didn't matter who it was, just an abstract hand gently stroked her wife's chest, lightly pinching her nipple. How then began to crush her, at first carefully, then rougher and rougher. The hand itself reached into panties. I masturbated from the thought that someone could touch my wife's chest. Finished in a fist, went to the streets, washed his hands, wiped a member with some kind of rag, smoked. That's when I smoked, the thought crawled into my head, but what if someone except me really caresses my wife's chest. At first I drove away this thought, but she climbed into the head more and more persistently.

I was amazed how easily she bared her breasts today, then maybe she did it before. And the more I thought about it, the more it seemed to me that I was right in my thoughts. She's cheating on me! She instructed you horns! From this thought was not even good.

I returned to the house, Dasha was asleep, smiling at something in a dream. (Erotic stories) I already fell asleep somewhere in the morning, and before that, I thought and thought everything, recalling the smallest details of our life. Soon, I was already sure that she was cheating on me. All sorts of little things that I had never paid attention to before, everyone was talking about it. Small delays after work, sometimes even podshofe, flowers, some souvenirs and gifts.

She worked for me in the clinic as a nurse, and worked as a visiting nurse, and with a surgeon, and with a urologist, and lately with Lore. Flowers and gifts explained respect patients, sometimes brought home brandy and wine. When she was late, she said that they celebrated birthdays, etc.

Now everything looked in a different color. I have not doubted my reasoning.

It just became a fix idea. I simply could not even think about something else. As soon as I found out who its e ... t. I wanted this and did not want it, I was afraid to get confirmation of my thoughts, and at the same time I wanted to know who he is. For what? I did not know it myself, I just wanted it.

It took about a couple of months before I received confirmation of what I was thinking. And again everything happened by chance.

On this day, I decided to meet my wife after work. He reached the clinic and saw her talking at the entrance to the clinic with a guy. I stopped. I do not know why I did this. It was more logical to approach them, but ... Something stopped me and I began to watch them from afar. I even got a little behind the tree, that I was not visible. They stood for a few minutes, then they went my way. I recognized this guy, his name was Sergey, and he worked at the clinic as a driver, and brought Dasha home several times, and even visited us a couple of times - they drank beer.

Reaching the corner of the building, they turned for him, in the opposite direction to me. Then they turned another corner. I ran after them. Running to the corner, looked out. In the courtyard were garages. Here they went to one of them. Sergey opened the door of one of them and let Dasha go ahead. When she went inside, he put his hand on her ass, as if pushing her inside. I heard her laugh. The door closed behind them.

It became clear to me. I was a little disappointed. I thought she was cheating on me with some doctor. I stood and did not know what to do. Wait until come out? But the legs themselves carried me to the garage.I tried to open the door, it was locked. I put my ear to the gate - silence.

Or maybe they just ... they drink tea. And I've already presented everything here! Or maybe there is nothing there, and all my silly thoughts.

I do not know how much I stood with my ear pressed against the garage door, but in the end I heard what dispelled all my doubts. I heard the weak but familiar moans of my wife.

There was no doubt anymore, Sergey was tearing my wife out of the gate ...