I sat in front of men all crimson with shame, at the same time barely restraining a silly desire to giggle. As a schoolboy, I was tempted to wash my palm away from the moment when men seemed to have decided to “seriously talk”. It turned out that it was not so easy, and I was not going to help them discuss me. I could not even imagine how to do this. As a result, their conversation boiled down to something like:

- So you this? ... Well ...

- Well it is more like Yes...

- Oh ...

And now they were sitting with a stupid look (especially it amused me by Sergei Vladimirovich, always so domineering and calm) and rummaged around, as if searching for a topic that could be jumped off. Realizing that only my spontaneity could save the situation, I, as I was in the bed sheet, which I wrapped in the steam room after the sex marathon, rose from the bench, and holding the folds of moist tissue on my chest, gave the men a kiss. Truly, on the lips, starting with his boss, a little strained in the presence of his lawful spouse, and ending with Olezhka, who in turn squinted his eyes in the direction of the chief. After that, the men looked at each other in bewilderment and reached for the bottles. The atmosphere at the table is a bit discharged, and I helped them fill their glasses, remembering that, after all, I was the hostess.

The sun began to periodically hide behind the clouds, the air a little freshened up, and the wet sheet on her naked body made me think what to overexpose. Leaving the men under the pretext of undercutting the salad, I ran into the house and changed into my second swimsuit, remembering with a smile the fate of the first one. This was more closed and in general, more consistent with the atmosphere of a friendly feast, which is now established in the arbor. After what happened, I thought that men for some time did not remember the dessert in my form, and at the very bottom I was a little rubbed and sore.

She brought a salad to the men, sat in front of them and lowered her chin on the palm of her hand, began to look at them, not listening to the conversation, which under the alcoholic couples, became more and more incoherent and chaotic, but at the same time relaxed. Now they were looking at me exclusively, as if they were a drinking companion, and for the time being this was fine with me. So different, each in its own way was desirable for me. One complemented the other, and I suddenly thought that only together they could give me everything I wanted from sex. I first asked myself a question, but could I simultaneously surrender to these two men? What will I feel? The heart sped up at this thought. And if they want this man? After all, it is only in porn movies that all men as one want to meet together in the body of some sultry blonde. It seemed to me that not everything is so simple here. Yes, and about myself, I was not sure. In fantasies, I imagined how I kissed my husband while another was behind me. There was something in it ... which is hardly possible to describe, some kind of forbidden pleasure. But in reality, a kiss won't stop there ... I tried to imagine what it was like to feel two excited male organs in me at once. The body immediately responded, goosebumps ran down to the nipples, and I shivered in my closed bathing suit, suddenly feeling that it had become somehow too tight, sweetly annoying.

Feeling that I was hoping too, I hid behind a martini glass, looking at men because of him.

Perhaps the best thing is to simply surrender to the course of events and allow men to decide what will happen and how.

Meanwhile, it was getting dark.Everything stored up has already been eaten and drunk, which gave me reason to believe that today I am no longer interested in men. I shook my head, driving away the slight disappointment from this discovery, and suggested that the men round out.

“Beds for Sergei Vladimirovich, too,” Oleg suggested, looking at me with a dull gaze.

“Anyway, you can’t drive you anymore,” he continued, turning to the boss.

He carnivorous looked at my form in a bathing suit, as if he first noticed at the table, and nodded:

“You're right, I'll buy here with you until tomorrow.” I’ll only make the call. ”He rose noisily and with the telephone went off into the twilight. With unreasonable jealousy, I suddenly thought that he would call his wife. I have already become so accustomed to consider this man to be my own! Hmm, what's going on in a drunk girl's head?

Oleg helped me clean up at the table and I went to get ready for the night. Under the lamp built into the gazebo ceiling, night butterflies were already fluttering, playing with shadows, the voice of some pichugi suffering from insomnia could be heard from the forest. I always liked to be in the country at that time: so quiet and romantic.

I laid out my boss on a single bed in one room, my husband and I laid out an old squeaky Soviet sofa in another. Smoothing the sheet on Sergey Vladimirovich’s bed, she lingered a little and paused, sat on her, fingering the folds of the fabric with her fingers. To lay a bed for her lover next to her husband was so unusual and exciting. Despite the satisfaction received not so long ago, a slight excitement fluttered in my wings again. With pleasant languor, anticipating what might happen on this bed, I got up and, grabbing a toothbrush and a towel, left the house. The shower was only in the bath, and in the gathering twilight, having thrust my feet into slaps, I headed for the stone path. Sergey Vladimirovich came out to meet me, drops of water gleamed on his body, his hips were wrapped in a large shaggy towel. Apparently, he had already managed to take a shower.

- Come into the house, your room is on the right, I have already made a bed, - I smiled at him.

The man briefly pulled me to him, smelling like a pleasant shower gel, kissed my temple and withdrew.

I took a shower stall and, becoming a hot jet began to lather. The blind moved away and my husband dived towards me. He was already naked and smiling, holding a washcloth in his hands:

- Do you rub your back?

“You can rub me all over,” turning my booty to him and putting my hands on the wall, I arched. His hands slid easily across the soapy skin. He ran his fingers from the neck along the back to the buttocks, moved to the stomach and lower, went up to the chest. Light tweaks with nipples. I caught myself thinking that Olezhka's caress became more sophisticated and sensual. Previously, he was not so and I was pleased with such a change.

He turned me to face me and for some time we kissed under hot streams. Finally, his cock rested against my belly.

- Already? - I smiled looking into my husband's eyes, - I thought for today we all calmed down ...

The husband did not answer, looking at me seriously. With light strokes, he came down with his hands on my ass and now he got a soap finger to the anus. Finally he said:

- Will you go to him at night?

From these words, I felt some weakness in my legs.

- Do you want? - I smiled, I did not want Oleg to take it all so seriously. It was much easier to take it as an erotic adventure and flirt.

Pushing his hips, I rubbed his stomach on his dick. The crimson head glistened with water.

Oleg did not answer, but his finger penetrated my ass a little and began to make circular movements there. In front, everything ached in anticipation.

- Will you watch? - I touched his shoulders and chest with light kisses, - or you too ... with us ...

I took his dick in hand, massaging.

Oleg, having sighed, pulled back a little from me and concentrated on washing:

“We'll see,” he grunted, without looking into my eyes. He obviously did not want to finish everything right here, and, like me, was waiting for the continuation.

Having rinsed, Oleg pulled a change of linen over himself, I wrapped myself in a fresh sheet, and holding hands like a pair of teenagers, we went into the house.

The light in Sergei Vladimirovich’s room was already turned off, and I, after a little trampling in the corridor, followed Oleg to our sofa. We settled down and for some time only the chattering of some cricket under the window and the ticking of the old wall clock were heard in the house. Thinking about my men, I reached out for Oleg ...