in the honeymoon, but could not let it go to the beach. Yes, I myself was a little awkward.

Oleg, walking past, silently jabbed his finger in pink and went on. Everything flashed inside me: he consciously wanted to present me in the most seductive form in front of his boss!

I quickly threw everything off, remaining naked, feeling how excited my body was. It is not surprising, given that I have not received a discharge. Having fastened the strings, I critically examined myself in the mirror on the cabinet door. I was watched by almost a naked young girl with flowing hair, an elegant sporty figure. His eyes glittered in anticipation of something exciting and unusual, his cheeks glowed with a rosy color, giving me quite some kind of youthful look. Deciding that it would not be reasonable to immediately appear in this form, I threw a translucent stream across my hips. I smiled to myself - the sexuality has not diminished from this. I had to calm down somehow, because I already felt that I was starting to get wet. This has not been with me since the age of sixteen.

We just finished with Oleg setting the table in the gazebo when a powerful car signal was heard at the entrance gate. I was standing near the gate, and watched as Olezek opened the gate and a big black SUV slowly crawled into them. Sergey Vladimirovich in sunglasses and a t-shirt was looking at me from the driver's seat. Immediately, my semi-nakedness was felt keenly, between the legs it sank pleasantly. I hesitantly shifted from foot to foot, trying to give my posture natural, and feeling like pink.

The men greeted, Sergei pulled a large gym bag from the backseat and hung it on his shoulder:

- I look and you have a bathhouse, youth.

- Well, yes, - her husband embarrassedly ruffled his hair, - really did not drown. Thought so to sit. But this is a fixable matter.

- Of course, it is fixable, - Sergey Vladimirovich took off his glasses and continued looking at me, - then on Saturday in the village without a sauna, something to do. I have everything with me.

He handed the bag to her husband:

- There by the way, a few bottles, you can immediately on the table.

Oleg took the bag and walked forward in the direction of the arbor, leaving me to show the guest a cottage. Still embarrassed, I went ahead, feeling almost physically his gaze on the buttocks. Sergey quietly put his hand on my waist and asked quietly:

- Husband in the know, or what?

I lowered my eyes and shook my head. His hand, before leaving the waist, was on the pope, forcing her to become covered with goosebumps.

After half an hour we sat for the third glass. The voltage subsided a bit and we talked quite merrily. Outside of work, Sergey Vladimirovich kept himself confidently and imperiously, but at the same time rather companionable. Hop was already starting to spin my head.

“And why, by the way, am I alone in a bathing suit,” I asked the men coquettishly, pouring alcohol again in glasses. The men drank the beginning warmth of vodka, and the martini was enough for me - don't you feel hot? - I turned directly to Sergey Vladimirovich.

Grunting, he pulled off his t-shirt. My gaze rested on the muscles of his chest and shoulders. My husband caught my eye. His face tightened a bit: in this comparison, he certainly lost, and could not help but feel it. Having moved at the table, I put my hand on his groin and made sure that these thoughts did not prevent him from experiencing excitement. He also pulled off his shirt and took the glass:

- For you, Sergey Vladimirovich.It is not easy to find a job now, and Olya and I are grateful to you. Especially Olya, he added unclearly. I think that alcohol began to affect it.

“Oh, come on,” Sergey said relaxedly. - how was this girl not to take. - She has a lot of useful qualities. Really, Olya?

Now he ate my eyes almost without hiding.

The atmosphere of flirting at the table gradually heated up. It was already difficult for me to follow the conversation without occasionally looking at the bodies of men.

Oleg put his hand under the table, and a second later, cool fingers slipped into my panties, where it was already wet. Sensing this, Oleg straightened up, and apparently made some kind of decision.

- Ol, I will go to melt the bath until the guest is occupied, - he pointedly looked into my eyes.

I silently nodded, fearing that my voice would not obey.

Sergey Vladimirovich followed his gaze and turned to me:

- Well, that Ol, entertain the guest, - he leaned back with a smile on the bench.

It occurred to me that it's time to save him from this self-confident smile, and maybe even slightly shock. I moved close to him, simultaneously getting rid of poreo, and feeling like a breeze pleasantly cools in the crotch. I did not have time for my husband's back to disappear into the bath, as I put a kiss on my boss, which made my head spin.

He opened his eyes, perplexed.

- Ol, and we are not afraid of her husband at all? - he looked at me incredulously, apparently thinking that alcohol had completely demolished my tower.

“My husband asked you to entertain you,” Sergey Vladimirovich, ”I whispered in his ear. - I want to show how grateful I am to you.

I started kissing him again. This time he responded to a kiss. His stiff bristles pricked my lips and cheeks with excitement, my hands laid on my ass and immediately spread my halves, making me feel the swimsuit's rope literally anus.

“And if he comes back,” he asked, a little pulling away, trying to look back at the entrance to the bath. I took his face with my hands, not allowing it to be done.

- We have twenty minutes, - again sucked a kiss to his lips. I then saw that Oleg was looking at us from the doorway of the bathhouse with burning eyes on us. I didn’t want Sergey Vladimirovich to know about it. Let him think that Olezhek does not suspect anything. Kissing another, I felt like the excitement of my husband, and this time I did it for him.

- Fuck, you're a hot girl! - Sergey could not restrain himself, for the first time when I was breaking into the mat.

In one motion, he pulled the swimsuit cups down and squeezed the nipples. I groaned softly when I felt his tongue on my chest. With one hand, he easily penetrated into the swimsuit panties and now ruffled his swollen labia with coarse fingers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Oleg was looking, and this made me feel shorter and doubly sharper.

With shaking hands, I pulled the already standing member of the head out. I wanted to go downstairs to caress him with my mouth, but Sergey drew me to him, kissing and sitting on his lap. I myself pushed the strip of fabric to the side, letting in this powerful unit. With a sharp movement of his hips towards him, he pulled out of me a light cry of pleasure. I almost didn’t have to move: the powerful hands of the boss put me on the penis like a doll. He lowered his face, grabbing my nipples with his lips, sometimes biting them gently. I already moaned out loud.

Face I sat to the bath and looked at her husband, through the veil of pleasure. The distance allowed me to see this look. It was all: condemnation, jealousy and mad passion. I languidly licked my lips and portrayed "smack" in the direction of Olezhka. The excitement of this debauchery blew me away. Looking into the eyes of my husband, I began to cum. The orgasm was protracted and resembled a series of short bursts of fireworks in me. Involuntarily, I shook myself at the man, feeling the muscles of the abdomen, buttocks and vagina contract, and quietly whined.

Sergey strongly pressed me to his waist and roaring hoarsely also finished.The familiar warmth poured inside. I laid my head on his shoulder in exhaustion, smiling tiredly at her husband. Oleg looked as if he had finished with us. Staggering, he disappeared into the darkness of the passage, leaving me to wake up in the arms of a lover.

- I was able to entertain you, Sergey? - Breathing breath, I asked, smiling looking at the man.

He helped me to get off of myself, puffing like a locomotive, looking at me admiringly:

- Wow! - only he found to say.

“I give it,” I purred gently, smacking his cheek and straightening my swimsuit. Lover's sperm began to flow down the inner thigh, causing slight discomfort.

- I will go, I will put myself in order, - I waved my palm to the still amazed man and came out of the gazebo, flashing bare buttocks. She turned around on the threshold with a smile, - have a rest, it's not over yet ...