I came to work. But all thoughts revolved exclusively around yesterday's situation and the morning dialogue with his wife. What does all of this mean?

Nastena and I used elements of role-playing games in our sex several times, but these were standard teacher-pupil, pizza delivery man or nurse. But I was aware that past games were initially contrived, in which we both were aware.

The same thing that happened yesterday clearly didn’t look like a “character” game — we were ourselves. But no, I was also a kind of unfamiliar man who fucked my wife, and partly himself who watched it. But Nastena remained Nastena and apparently caught the buzz from what is happening.

This whirlwind in my head affected the quality of my work, and my immediate superior, Andrei Ivanovich, inquired about what it had found on me. I was on hand, and I convinced him that I needed a vacation. He surprisingly easily agreed to let me go for 15 working days, which, taking into account the weekend, turned out to be a result - for three weeks. His only condition was that my holiday was to begin in a week, and for the remaining days we had to lean heavily and complete the current project in basic terms.

On the way home, I bought a viskarya - on the one hand I had to cool my head, and on the other I hoped to get my wife drunk and advance in the study of her sexual subconscious. Now it was not just interesting, now it was necessary.

I will not bore you with a detailed story of the whole evening, but I will start from the moment when the bottle has already diminished half and we both come to speak frankly.

- Nastya, you understand that you played treason yesterday?

- No, dear, not me - but we played. Let's immediately agree - everything that will be said, and even more so if something starts to happen - we will all be involved in all this. It may be good, it may be bad, but we will both be involved in it. Remember, or right now let's stop all talk and even more action.

Wow, I thought - apparently not only I spent this day in thought - at least, the spouse voiced well-formed thoughts. Well, come what may, stop now was beyond my powers. I was attracted to this frightening abyss of fantasy.

- So, to understand absolutely - did you have similar sex or is it your imagination - I can not?

- Yes. Already you can not. Moreover, now you will not be able to calmly let me go with Anya without assuming that this time I will take someone else's dick to begin with. It seems that you asked me about it yesterday?

- Stop - I did not ask, I reproached that you dynamite unhappy men who see a beautiful woman, her breasts and even her pussy. And does this mean that I can also get into the panties of another woman?

- Of course. We are equal. Do you want to get into Anyuta's panties?

Both on ... Unexpected turn. I do not argue - Anka girl is sexually attractive. And if I had no idea how I had it, it was only because she was a close friend of his wife. And now it turns out that ...

- You do not want to say ...

- Igorek, we agreed - the word was not turned back now - I said exactly what I said. I'll tell you more - I would like to try to get into her panties myself. I have never been with a woman, but I thought about it. I saw Anka naked, saw her chest, her snatch and say that if you start, she would very much fit. And I really would be interested to see your member in it. I don't know why, probably, because, like you, it was exciting to find out that another man can fuck me.

- Nastya ... Do you understand that the farther we are, we get deeper into a dangerous situation? After releasing this gin, we are unlikely to be shoved back.We will have to live with it and, apparently, go farther and farther.

- Yes ... I'm very scared. Therefore, I beg you - let's stop. Probably not too late. I do not really want to become a whore and a whore ... And this path is exactly in this direction.

I poured, and we silently drank. I understood that now both of us were solving, to be sure, one of the most important issues in our life together. The answer promised a lot of unexpected discoveries that could be unbearably painful, but at the same time attracted by their exciting unknown and attractiveness. Truly - sin is forbidden and so sweet, and therefore both of us looked at each other with some doom - not we, but our bodies and feelings decided everything for us. We had only to not interfere and, if possible, restrain that element of lust, which was beginning to awaken here, now in us, in our apartment, in our heads and bodies.

I put my hand on my wife's crotch - she was wet and soft. Nastya was excited only by her own thoughts, and therefore her hands convulsively began to release my cock from my home shorts. I first wanted to enjoy the smell and taste, so I turned the spouse into position 69 and stuck to her snatch. My cock, in turn, drowned in her mouth.

While I was licking it, an amazing thought occurred to me - after all, the truth is that every new partner in sex changes his partner, and this means that perhaps this smell, this taste I feel almost the last time. The fact that soon this mine - and mine now ... - that someone else’s members would soon enter this sweet cave, I understood. The only question is time ...

Suddenly, Nastia stopped caressing and jumped up, poured and drank her “two fingers” at once.

- So you want Anya? She asked.

- I never thought about it, but if to speak in general - she is a beautiful sexy young woman. Yes, I want her.

Nastya dialed Ani's phone, and sent me to the store for whiskey.

When I returned, I saw that Anya was sitting in our handfuls and, apparently, her current gentleman from the club. Both were approximately in our condition of intoxication, so communication was not stressful.

Everything. Now everything will start - a chill ran down my back - this guy will soon be fucking (will be) my wife. It will be. It will happen. His dick will be in her mouth and in her snatch. So it will be.

Honestly - I could only think about it. I couldn’t even turn my thoughts in the direction that I might fuck off Anya. I did not have to do this yet. I just looked at the hands of Victor (that was the name of Anina the Chevalier) and imagined how they stroked the body of my wife, I looked at his mouth and imagined how he kisses Nastya. I went crazy with inevitability. And this inevitability, itself not yet aware of its purpose, calmly drank, smoked, told jokes and squeezed Anya.

I could not stand it. I called Nastya to the kitchen.

- I cant. I can't imagine you with him. Or with another. Never mind. I can not and do not want you to share with anyone. Everything. I'm afraid.

- Thank you, my love. You saved me now. I myself did not want to sit, but I thought that it was necessary ...

We embraced and began kissing tightly. Then Nastena recoiled slightly and exhaled:

“But today we’ll both sleep with Anya.”