From the gazebo, I went straight to the bath. I cannot say what I wanted from Oleg right now, but after enjoying it a moment ago, I was drawn to be with him. I walked into the still cool twilight of the bath, squinting after the bright sunlight outside and trying to see Oleg. The bathhouse had three rooms: a rather spacious recreation room, it was a furnace, and a narrow door led to the washing room, all of which was decorated in a narrow shop and a keg of water on a chain in the far corner so that you could spill water over this very chain. , the shower is right there, and the steam room itself.

Oleg stood with his back to me near the open door of the stove with an armful of firewood in some unnatural posture and looked straight ahead. He was breathing heavily. I walked up behind me and gently hugged his waist, lightly touching his lips.

“Do you even know how all this ... is wrong,” his voice was tired and somehow empty. Only now did the echoes of guilt stir in me. There was a feeling of losing something important, bright.

I began to gently stroke my husband's belly, kissing his shoulders. In the eyes of suspiciously tingling.

“I love you,” I said simply, even though I thought it was some kind of falsity in this phrase, after all that had happened. I felt like Alice, falling into a deep rabbit hole, lower and lower. And the worst thing that I did not want to stop. Say now the husband “enough, go back home” - I don't even know, would I agree?

“You know ... It was wonderful,” I felt a drop of semen creeping over the hot skin of my thigh and how my body immediately responded. I closed my eyes, started stroking my husband below. He did not push me away.

- Did you like it?

- Yes, - I got to his penis under the shorts with both hands, one caressing the trunk, the other going through the testicles.

- What ... what exactly did you like? - his voice sounded choked, he was excited. Member increased in my hands.

“As he kisses me on the lips,” I was massaging my finger with a finger on the very slippery head, “you know, he smells like toothpaste ... and then.

Her husband’s testicles tightened a bit, the dick became just stone.

“How he squeezes my chest ... He has such coarse fingers,” I started up again, allowing the excitement to wash away the bitterness of unnecessary thoughts, “I feel his seed right here.”

I took the hand of my husband and, putting it back, put it in my panties, so that he and I could feel this betrayal to the end, so that I could understand how late it was to regret something. To share with me the excitement of all this!

His fingers through the semen of his boss easily penetrated into me, shallowly, gently and habitually caressing me, as I love. Nothing like Sergey's rough caress. I began to feel a special charm from the change of men, from this contrast. I spread my legs wider so that he was comfortable.

Sighing convulsively, Oleg turned to me, glaring with a kiss and pulling off my swimsuit panties. The strings burst and a tiny piece of cloth flew off to the side. Strongly squeezing my delicate folds with his fingers, tearing away from my lips, Oleg croaked:

- Sukaaa!

But I only got more excited by this.

- Honey ... - he continued to knead everything at my bottom, his tongue caressing his lips, penetrating into my mouth, - kiss me there ... below.

For a moment, Oleg froze, a thought flashed through me that I bent the stick, but then he sank to my feet with a groan, kissing my stomach and lower. In anticipation, I groaned, leaning towards the hips. Oleg pressed me against the wall, and I was able to throw one leg on his back, while his tongue finally touched my girl.It was like a current that struck me, and it was no longer physical, but emotional.

“He caresses me with his tongue, where there is only that he was a member of another! He feels his taste! ”From these thoughts, the orgasm inexorably began to approach. His lips and tongue worked wonders there. But I did not want to finish everything so quickly. Not yet.

I pulled away, dropping down to my husband, kissing his wet lips:

- Wait ... It's early. Then, after Sergey. I want more ... with him.

The husband groaned like a wounded animal, and I barely managed, uncomfortably uncoiling on the floor, to drop my mouth to his organ as he began to shoot with sperm. Mouth, I felt his convulsive jerking. Oleg grabbed my hair tightly with his hands, and in time with the spurts of the seed made hard deep frictions, causing me to choke and swallow the air.

When everything passed, Oleg let me go and, having a little pulled back, said quietly:

- Now kiss him on the lips, - he looked at me and his lips spread a strange smile. I, too, smiled, wiping moisture from my chin, palm, peering into his eyes. There was no void that upset me a few minutes ago. It was hopeful.

“You can play this game in three,” he ran his thumb over my lips and smiled again, turned to the stove, “go to him, or he will be bored.” I soon.

I looked at myself, puzzled: I was completely naked from below. A pathetic pink piece of cloth that could once cause excitement in men, clutching my thighs and buttocks, lay crumpled on the floor, and apparently, was already unsuitable. I had to go to the washing room, and slightly refreshing myself with a shower, wrap the hips with one of the short sheets prepared here for the steam room.

Having decided that everything is in order, and having thrown one more glance at Olezhka, now calmly and busily occupied by kindling, feeling how this strange knot is weakened in the chest, I fluttered to the sunlight.

After the twilight of the bath, there was a carefree summer full of sun, scents of flowering herbs and the smell of a pond. There was simply no place for unnecessary doubts, and, having discerned in the arbor of the chief, I again felt anticipation. In the end, life is one!

He watched me approaching him along the stone walkway, which made me involuntarily shake more defiantly with my hips wrapped in the bed sheet.

- What, no way frozen, beautiful? - he mockingly smiled.

I did not manage to come up with a suitable answer, and, instead, remembering the order of my husband, I gently pressed my lips to his. He let in my tongue, and with a shiver of pleasure I realized that now he also knows the taste of my husband. I liked that. It was like a game in which I drive and set the rules. For the first time I felt my power over Sergei Vladimirovich.

Everything was aching at me downstairs, asking for relaxation, and in order not to arrange another play for my husband right now, I had to tear myself away from his lips.

“I just took off my panties for you,” I found, “and I don’t want my husband to know about this ahead of time.”

A smile quickly fled from his lips, and with a frightening speed, he bent down and slid his hand between my legs under the sheet. After making sure that I did not lie, he slowly straightened up, looking at me excitedly:

- Listen, and you're just a bomb! Previously, I did not notice this for you.

Smiling coquettishly, I pulled away from him and took my place at the table:

- Maybe this is your doing?

- Hmm, right? - he leaned closer to the table, - so you are now my bitch?

From his rudeness, everything sank back down to me and, blushing, I glanced down.

“Say it yourself,” he stared imperiously and expectantly at me. Feeling the pleasant weakness of obedience, not finding the strength to put him in his place, I quietly murmured:

- Yes...

- What "yes". Say it completely.

The exhaustion from excitement just physically exhausted me. Not having the strength to resist, while at the same time feeling my influence on a man, casting a glance at him from under shaggy eyelashes, I quietly said:

- Yes, I am your bitch ...

“My slut,” Sergey continued to enjoy this verbal torture, clearly realizing his teenage fantasies.

“I am your slut,” indulging a man and receiving pleasure from it, seeing how dark his eyes look from excitement, I repeated. I already regretted that I did not allow myself to finish with ...