The story is written at the request of the reader.

This is another story about my ex-wife Dasha. It happened two years after the events described in the story “Dasha”.

We went with friends-neighbors to barbecue, it was already a tradition. Everything was as usual - they drank, swam, drank again. The weather was hot, so we went swimming quite often. The only difference from the previous trips was that I did not calculate my strength. For some reason this time I got drunk very quickly, and under the smiles of those present, they sent me to the house to sleep.

I couldn’t say how long I had slept, but when I woke up, it was already dark outside. I continued to lie down, did not want to get up, the state was still crap. Voices were heard outside the window, the people were still walking ...

Fifteen minutes later they heard footsteps, my wife came into the room.

- Semyon? Do you sleep?

I do not know why, but I said nothing.

- Sema? Semyon? Well, sleep ...

She began to delve into things, while cursing. Finally found what she was looking for and began to undress. She took off her shirt, shorts, bra, panties ... Dasha was standing by the window completely naked in the moonlight ... It was such a sight that I regretted myself to pretend to be asleep. She wore panties from a swimsuit, then a bra. Now it’s clear she’s going to bathe ... Put on the dress and leave ...

Five minutes passed, ten ... Voices were still heard below. I got up and went to the window, at the bottom of the table sat the people, but not all. There was no my wife and Thomas with the shooter. They were called all the time, although both were called Alexandra. Why one of them was called Thomas, I do not know, but the second one, constantly fired cigarettes, and he was called Strelkom.

I decided to go swimming too. Out on the street.

- Wake up? - With these words met me.

- Yeah. And where is my Dasha.

- I went to the lake, with Thomas and Strelk.

- I'll go and freshen up too.

And I headed towards the lake. Even from afar, I heard the laughter and scream of his wife. Coming closer, I heard another splash of water. There were silhouettes in the distance, but there were two, not three. One of them, the screaming court, undoubtedly belonged to Dasha, and the second one was difficult for me to disassemble, only the head and shoulders were visible. They fooled around in the water ...

I went to the beach, but they didn’t see me, they were so passionate about floundering in the water.

- Thomas, crazy, stop ... Well, Thomas ... Here you ... here ...

Heads split in different directions. Dasha moved toward the coast, he moved after her. Above the lake, only their laughter was heard ...

My wife was moving toward the shore ... And then I went nuts — there was no bra on her. No, he was, but he was not tied at the back, only at the neck and dangling in front, like a piece of cloth, without covering his chest at all. Thomas overtook her and poured into the water. Dasha's screams sounded again on the whole lake ...

I didn’t want them to see me ... moved a little to the side and turned out to be a bush closed from them. I could see everything, but they could not see me ... and they were not up to me ...

There was some scuffling in the water ... She managed to escape and again moved to the shore. But almost immediately, Thomas again dumped her into the water. And this time my wife managed to free herself and she moved to the shore ... A white stripe of an unburned body flashed, her panties were slightly lowered. Dasha, on the move, pulling up her pants, laughing was approaching the shore ...

Thomas was following her two or three steps from her. They were already running through the shallows when he caught up with her. It seemed to me that Dasha herself allowed Thomas to catch up with herself ...

His arms wrapped around her body, he pressed her back to him. His huge palms covered his wife's breasts, the swimsuit bra was behind him.

- Thomas ...

He rather brazenly crushed my wife's chest, she didn’t do anything, she just laughed ... His hand slipped and ended up in Dashi's swimming trunks ...

- Foma ... Stop ... No ... Foamaaa ... Nooo ...

They so fell on the sand ...

What happened next, I could not see, covered the back of Thomas. (Especially for eroticspace) There was some fuss, something flew in the direction ...When it fell on the sand, I saw that it was Dashka smelting.

He climbed on her ...

- Fomaaaaaa ...

She lay with her legs apart, his swimming trunks were lowered, his butt methodically moved ...

All that was heard was the rustling of water on the sand and the sniff of Thomas. Soon a quiet moaning of his wife was added to these sounds. Thomas is my wife ... and it gave her pleasure.

I could not tear myself away from this sight ... Night ... Moon ... Wife and neighbor on entrance, fucking on the sand ...

Dasha moaning louder and louder ...

Thomas took out his dick and began to pour sperm on his wife's belly ...

It was time to shed ... I walked by the side of the beach, returned to the path leading to the beach, waited a bit and again went towards the lake. I deliberately loudly whistling a tune ...

We met on the beach, they were dressed ... I saw a surprise on their faces, they certainly did not expect to see me here ...