such a pervert! However, I myself also learned a lot about myself in the last couple of days.

- Come on ... No one here knows you.

Oddly enough, this argument helped me relax. As if by chance, my knees went a little apart while I was reaching for bread. Returning to the starting position, I did not move my legs. Took a quick glance around the hall. Roman was sitting looking me right there, diligently pretending to listen to his wife. The men nearby were staring at the same one who was openly smiling at me, who was furtively glancing with one eye.

A hot wave swept through my body. A week ago, I could not even imagine that I would do such things. How did all this wind up!

- Looking? - Husband asked.

“And he's not alone,” I complained, hiding over a cup of coffee.

Oleg suddenly moved his chair a little too, having moved closer to me. His hand fell on my thigh, making me goosebumps. On the one hand, he shielded me a little from the persistent looks, on the other - now everyone understands that my husband is pawing under the table.

- Do you like? - the hand of her husband without any preludes slipped on my panties. With his index finger, he gently drove me along the crotch.

- What do you want me to answer? - I have a little voice shaking with excitement. I was ready to fall through the ground, at the same time I wanted this game to continue. Roma's eyes were heavy, but I met him with a challenge, spreading my legs even more. The rest of the men, eyes almost povylazili. Several women present, as far as I could judge, have not yet seen these perversions.

The finger of the spouse, having easily pushed aside the thin fabric, touched the naked body. I bit my lip and breathed heavily. The lips below instantly moistened.

- Do you want him yet? - The husband looked me straight in the eye, asking a question. His finger penetrated a little inside. I wondered what others could see from this debauchery and what not.

- And you want me to give him again? - I tried to seize the initiative to avoid answering an uncomfortable question.

Olezhek exhaled loudly, pushing my finger a little deeper:

- I want my slut to give a neighbor!

Hearing this word, I almost finished. I never thought that rudeness could be so exciting!

- Well, Zai ... Your slut will give another man, - nipples under a light topic nicely ached and hardened.

Looking again, I met Roman. It seemed to me that he was jealous. What a thrill it is!

But then his wife finally decided to see what caused such an interest in her husband and began to turn. I almost fell off my chair, hurrying to hide behind my husband and taking a normal posture. Oleg understood what was the matter, and, smiling, returned to his coffee.

The rest of the breakfast we spent for exciting conversations. Oleg wanted to see how I would instruct his horns, and we made plans, one more ridiculous of the other, how to arrange it. The situation was complicated by the presence of the Roman wife. We twisted this way and that, but hope for the sudden food poisoning of this lady, it would still be a matter of mind.

“The campaign will have to be done to me after all,” Olezhka eventually announced. We finished breakfast and stomped into the room, holding hands.

- In terms of? - in me, suddenly, everything turned cold at the thought that my Olezhka would change me with another, - Oleg! No sex!

- Oh how! - the husband, having thrown his head, burst out laughing, - but what about the equality of the sexes?

“Oleza, I’m serious,” I couldn’t even allow such a thought, much less approve, “if you want, we can drop it all.” But I'm not going to share you with anyone!

Oleg was silent for a while:

- Ok, only you will change.And I - to organize, - from such an answer, I again cheered up and smacked my husband on an unshaven cheek.

After a few minutes of reflection, Oleg issued:

“I want him to fuck you on our bed.”

From my perspective from the bottom again everything sank.

- And how are you going to watch? - I replied, as if to give a lover in the marital bed was for me the most common thing.

- It is possible from the balcony, if the curtain is pushed back a little, - we have already arrived at the room, and now Oleg doubtfully considered the device of the cornice and the balcony behind it. From there, indeed, our bed was in full view.

From these conversations, I was already all wet and I needed a discharge. I hugged my husband from behind while he looked at the window, and whispered in his ear:

- What should I do with him? Tell me ... - I stroked his shorts in the groin and stomach under the shirt with my hands.

Oleg swallowed.

- Take it in his mouth.

- Yes Dear...

- Then you drag on the bed.

- Well, - I already climbed into his pants and began to caress his hardening penis with her palm. With the fingers of my other hand, I was playing with his nipple, which was tense now like a little pebble.

“Dance for him, undress yourself ...” Presenting how I was doing this for another man in front of my husband, I gasped.

- Farther...

- You will become a crustacean on the bed and ask to fuck you bitch.

- Mmmm, - groaned deafly, I pushed my hand on his hardened penis. So much we never talked about sex at all, and such topics and fantasies were taboo for us. Now this dam burst.

I scratched my husband's back with my nails while he was harsh on my bed. At the very end, straining, he exhaled in my ear:

- In your mouth ... Let him finish in your mouth, - and under my barely audible "yeah" he twitched at me in convulsions of an orgasm.

It was decided that his husband would try to distract my husband at the night disco, so that I could calmly engage my lover. At the same time, in our room he had to appear before me in order to take a position on the balcony. The plan was full of holes like a sieve, but we simply could not think of anything better. In general, there was a big question that we would see our neighbors at the disco. I thought with some jealousy that this Tatiana would easily bite at my Olezhka. He promised me that he would not try to drag her into bed, and I believed him. But how to link it all with Roman, who does not even know what her husband knows about our relationship?

In general, the evening was approaching and it was time to take up the choice of a toilet for seduction. I asked Olezhka to take part and for a while we were amused by picking up my underwear that would fit the planned striptease. In the process, we were excited again, and in order not to finish everything ahead of time, I had to lock myself with the things in the bathroom, and finish the induction of the marafet myself.

Oleg, I persuaded to wear linen pants and a shirt. Still, the middle-aged lady was to be pimped, and in my humble opinion, looking like a boy is not the best option.

One way or another, but soon we were ready. Premonition prompted me to have an interesting night.