The day promised to be great - a crystal sky, a light breeze. On the eve of the rain and the air just wanted to eat. It was not stuffy yet, and in my estimation it would be possible to sunbathe in the afternoon.

I sat next to Oleg in the front seat and wondered what he had in mind. It was clear that he wants to try to realize some of yesterday's fantasies, but what and how? Will I be ready for this?

An alarming shadow flashed the thought, what if he already knows everything about Sergey Vladimirovich and us, and at the dacha I am not at all waiting for the adventure that I hope for. Then it was thought that if he does not know, then the men under the influence of alcohol, without which, I was sure, would not do, a frank conversation could start and everything would open. Maybe, of course, teenage naivety still spoke in me, but I wanted to hope that Sergey Vladimirovich would not betray me. And why should he, in fact, do it ?.

Deciding to carefully dig in the thoughts of a spouse, I put my left hand on his hip, attracting attention. Oleg, as always so focused behind the wheel, turned and looked at me inquiringly. I answered with a playful smile:

- You thought about how you would like me to thank our chief? - Marigold I stroked his foot.

The corners of his lips twitched strangely and he turned away again, watching the road.

After a pause, he replied:

- I suspect that you already have ideas on this?

I did not like this answer:

- Are you offended at me for yesterday? - Now I seriously and inquisitively peered into his eyes. - but this is just a fantasy ... I'm after all this for you!

For some time he was silent, busy maneuvering. I waited for his answer.

“It seems to me that you are more for yourself,” he looked at me sharply, “isn’t he?”

My time has come to keep silent. Yes, of course everything was so, but I didn’t want to admit it so.

“In principle, I don’t see anything wrong with such fantasies,” he continued, ignoring my hand on my hip. I did not want to clean it at such a moment, did not want to move away. - The question is, are we ready to go further from fantasy?

My heart beat joyfully: he said "we." I was already beginning to fear that the conversation would go along with accusing me of excessive licentiousness, and maybe towards suspicion.

I moved in the chair:

- Honey, I only want what you want. It seemed to me that you wound up yesterday! I really liked it! If you are ready to continue, just say it! - I again started stroking his thigh, moving higher. This time he spread his hips a little to the side. Taking the signal, I moved my hand to his crotch, feeling the hard seams on the jeans. There has been some tension.

A few minutes later, he suddenly turned to me sharply.

“But you yourself like it, right?” I mean all these things about another man? - he looked at me inquiringly. There was some helpless confusion in his eyes, as if he was confused in his thoughts. As if the one he loved suddenly turned out to be a completely different person. In essence, it was so. It remained for me to make sure that this change did not disappoint him. I took his hand from the gearshift with my own hands and kissed:

“Yes, I like it,” I replied softly, “but the main thing for me is that you like it all.” You are the main thing for me.

At that moment I was feeling ashamed of what happened behind my back with Sergey Vladimirovich. It's a shame, but to be completely honest, there was something else. Some kind of obscure languor.

Oleg freed his hand to control the machine, I returned to stroking his crotch.Oleg looked ahead, but I could see that he was thinking about something. His cock, under my caresses or from his own thoughts, tensed.

- How do you Sergei Vladimirovich? - he did not look at me, asking it.

The excitement of her husband began to spread to me.

- Physically? I think he is ... attractive, - my voice faltered a bit at the end, when I remembered his rather short thick phallus and large testicles. I wanted to get to Olezhka seriously and, a little fumbling, I pulled out his hard cock. In my hands, literally in a few seconds, he stood up in jerks, tightly pressed against her husband's belly. I stroked the bridle with my fingernail, tickled the scrotum, - he has such broad shoulders, strong hands ...

Excited no less than her husband, I eagerly peered into his eyes, trying to read what he now feels. Oleg looked straight ahead, his eyes darkened, but the member hardened and became like wood. Deciding that I was on the right track, I moved closer to my husband and without letting his penis go out of my hand, I whispered in his ear:

- I want to see him naked. I want to know ... what is his ...

A member jerked in my hands, the car wagged a bit. Oleg licked his lips and convulsively swallowed:

- So you already figured out what your gratitude would be? - his voice was hoarse with excitement.

“I will do with it everything you say,” I touched the tongue of Olehka’s ear with the tongue and gently squeezed his testicles.

- Will you ... give him? - Oleg even at such moments could not be rude to me and picked up words so as not to offend me.

“As you say, honey,” I cooed into his ear. His head was abundantly moistened, and I began to smear the grease with my thumb. Husband groaned.

- Will you take it in his mouth?

“Yes ...” I breathed heavily, imagining that my husband would see it.

- Let him finish in your mouth ...

- Well, - I had a fire between my legs. I shoved my husband's tongue in my ear, caressing his cock faster and faster.

- Will you swallow?

- Yes.

- Damn ... I want you, - Olezhek began to slowly slow down.

“Well, honey, I will give myself to you as you wish,” I again whispered hot in his ear, squeezing the solid trunk harder — but only after Sergey Vladimirovich!

- M-mm, - snarling hoarsely, Oleg began to cum in my hands. The car stopped on the sidelines. Powerful jets shot in the palm and flowed to her husband on the eggs. Groaning from the impossibility of getting the discharge myself, I ducked down, taking my head to my lips, gently sucking. Oleg twitched from my caresses, running his hands through my hair. I switched to the testicles, licking off traces of passion from them.

Having finished, we came to our senses for a few minutes before Oleg, smiling embarrassed, turned on the turn signal and returned to the track.

Our cottage is not far from the city, which I consider to be a big plus. In principle, this is not a dacha, but an old wooden house, inherited from her grandfather by her husband. A large plot adjoined the house, which are rarely in holiday villages. An apple orchard, and a small natural pond at the far end, coming close to the forest. If you bring this place to mind, it can turn out quite prestigious place. But for this “if” we did not have enough strength, nor time, nor money. Oleg's parents helped very much in this regard: in the summer they spent more time here than we did so that the site did not look neglected.

What could have been proud of was a new spacious bath of such round logs, and a similar gazebo by the pond. Quite cute. If it was not possible to get to the south in the summer, like this year, then I could get a good tan here. The place was quite lonely and lush vegetation, coupled with a high old fence allowed me to sunbathe without the top, when Oleg's parents were not.

We have already disassembled the bags, and now I stood in front of an open closet, thinking about what to put on. I wanted to make an impression, but it did not look cheap. I turned in my hands two swimsuits: one closed ruby ​​in color, the other in soft pink. I decided to wear it only here at the station, when I was sure that no one but my husband could see me: he was all an interlacing of ropes with three small triangles in the most interesting places.My husband bought it to me in a fit of passion ...