It all started with the fact that I began to notice that my wife Natasha has been behaving strangely in recent times.

Although, for a start it is worth describing her appearance. She is a short blonde with plump lips and large gray-blue eyes. She is already 28 years old, but outwardly, many give her no more than 20. Of course, my spouse always looked after herself and tried to look young and beautiful, which she also always managed. Often returning home from work, she told how guys and men aged from literally from 18 to 60 years tried to get to know her. And it was not surprising. Together with her pretty face, my wife could boast a nice figure. Low, sturdy, but very slender. With aspen waist, steep thighs and round elastic buttocks and chest of the second size. Once upon a time she was engaged in gymnastics. therefore, she still managed to look very toned, not allowing herself to swim fat, which, unfortunately, too many women on the threshold of thirty years suffer and being married. Also her sporting past was reflected in the special grace and beauty of her movements. She danced amazingly.

But back to the story. It all started with the fact that she began to receive frequent SMS, the content of which she did not tell me. In the evenings and even at night, calls were heard, to which she ran to the bathroom. And the last straw was the fact that recently she had parked the entrance to her laptop, which we sometimes used both. Now I could not know what she has stored there and with whom she communicates on the Internet.

In general, I always trusted my wife and never tried to follow her. That is why the sudden conspiracy and all these strange little things surprised me, and although at first I did not pay attention to them. Over time, this began to attract more of my attention. I think that it is not necessary to say that for the first time in 10 years of marriage, it occurred to me that my Natasha started an affair on the side. At first, I naturally called myself paranoid and tried to convince myself that all this was nonsense, but over time, doubts began to be overcome. I did not dare to talk directly, since I was not sure, and decided to find out everything.

Simply put, sometimes he began to listen to her conversations in the bathroom. And although she turned on the water and spoke softly, but fragments of words reached me. Of these, I realized that she communicates with a man, and that they are likely to have a meeting in the coming days. But, taking into account the fragmentary nature of the words, I could not say with certainty that this was the case and I had to follow her imperceptibly.

In recent days, my Natasha went all on edge. It was evident that she was trying to hide the strongest excitement. She still talked, laughed, tried to pretend that everything was going as usual, but it was evident that something was coming and that she was very worried about her.

“Well, it is! She'll have a date, ”I thought. But when - I didn’t know exactly. However, it was also useless to create obstacles, since then I would not know what was happening, having frightened her and the meeting would take place then when I was not ready. Therefore, I decided that I would pretend that in the evenings I would have to leave for important matters. To work, to help an elderly mother, to spend the evening with friends whom I have not seen for many years and things like that. He himself, “leaving” the house, hid under the window and listened to what she was saying no longer afraid that I would hear, although, in fairness, it should be said that standing outside the window, there was not much more to be heard than when was in the shower.

But then, one evening I was able to make out the words “Tomorrow” and “At the dacha”. For myself, I concluded that the meeting will take place tomorrow evening in our country house. Although it was likely that we are talking about any other cottage, I could only hope that it would be our country house, and not one of the millions in the area.

All the next day I was on pins and needles.Yes, and whether to say a joke - the moment of truth. But finally I am at home. Looking at my wife, I saw that she was just shaking with emotion, although she tried to play the role of an ordinary wife, a little tired after work. The bell rang and she picked up the phone and listened to the interlocutor and said only "Yes, of course."

- Honey, my sister called me. Her husband had a bad heart and was taken to the ambulance. I'll go to her, support her, okay?

- Of course, my love. - I responded - I still leave for my mother again today, you know, she is ill with me too. I will not be in the morning.

- Then you will not mind if I stay with my sister for the night? She asked.

- Well, of course, what a question! She's your sister all the same.

After that, I got ready and left the house. The evening was warm, although the whole sky was clouded with clouds and it was already dark as night. "They chose the right night" Flashed through my head, after which I called a taxi and, calling the address, tried to think of a plan of action on the way to the cottage. Everything in my head was confused and did not go very well. As a result, having arrived, I decided to hide in the bushes near the site, across the street and see if the wife comes here and what kind of meeting she has. and then act on the setting.

Arriving at the place and hiding, I waited probably about an hour, and it was already decided that no one would come, as the headlights appeared on the road, and soon a taxi drove up to the station. From it came a short woman, wrapped in a black cloak with a hood from head to toe. I just knew from the height and movements that it was Natasha. “What kind of masquerade is this?” Flashed through my head.

Meanwhile, the wife paid off the taxi driver and he drove away safely, but Natasha was still waiting in a raincoat to wait on the road. It took another 20 minutes before on the road again there was a glare of headlights. A black car appeared from behind the bend, which gently slowed down 20 meters in front of my spouse's figure and flashed its headlights twice.

Apparently it was a conditional signal, since my spouse made one movement and threw off her raincoat under which ... I was stunned by what I saw.

My Natasha was always a rather modest woman and at first she was even embarrassed to look at her own body in bed. And then ... The wife stood in the middle of the road in the headlights, high black lacquered boots on her heels, large stockings with a wide black lace band, black velvet gloves above the elbow, hair tied in two knots on her head, more reminiscent of ears. Her lips were bright red and the entire makeup was very bright and I would say vulgar. And there was not a shred of clothes on her anymore. For the rest, she stood naked on a night road in the headlights. I saw how worried she was and her breasts, with their stiff nipples sticking out, heaving high from her agitated breathing. This pause seemed to last forever.

And then the glass of the car lowered slightly and slow rhythmic music was heard from the salon. A hand stuck out into the slot and snapped her fingers. And I saw how my wife began to dance slowly and erotically, swinging her hips. To say that I was shocked means to say nothing. Not every day you have to see your wife dressed as a porn actress dancing by silent order on the street in the light of car headlights. "She is his concubine ... as a slave," a thought flashed through her mind that took her breath, but to my surprise, an unfamiliar sweet sensation appeared inside and I felt my cock harden.

And the music grew louder, and my wife danced, wriggled more and more depravedly and frankly. At one point, she leaned back and made a "bridge." whereupon she sank down, holding on her arms and legs spread wide at the knees, and began to jerk her belly in a jerky way as if she was sitting on a man's dick, without looking away from the car and smiling sweetly. As I saw through it. her excitement had already passed and gave way to arousal. So she turned around and stood on all fours in the rhythm of music podmahivat ass like that. as if a man was attached to her from behind.Turning around again, she got up and, wagging her hips wide, took a few steps towards the car. Then she stopped ...