This is for you, VG

My wife was going on a date. Jumping out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and with a plastic shower cap on her head, she hurriedly ran into the bedroom, to the linen closet ...

Yes, you understood correctly, I am her husband. And I stay at home today. A meeting with her one very interesting man. That's it!

- Dear, what time is it? - Her voice came from the twilight of the room.

“Exactly seven,” I replied.

- Oh, and I have not made up yet. Well, hair pre-laid. Need to speed up! - She chirped, not looking up from the drawer.

Vladimir Nikolaevich had to take my wife from the metro station, which was located near our house. She came up with such a conspiratorial plan, thereby convincing her new gentleman that I would not know anything. The evening they promised to be saturated - after all, they gathered in the theater for the symbolic opera Othello in as many as four acts with three intermissions. Although I doubt that my joy will endure at least until the second action!

Last month, our marriage turned 6 years old. The wedding was last year at the institute. And all these years I have never regretted that I chose Julia as my wife. Friendly, caring, and energetic domestic cat - so my relatives and friends knew her. However, we had a different life with her, our personal one. The fact is that when we were still in love with students, we made a small agreement on free relations in sex. In this case, of course, third-party relations should not occur in secret, behind the back.

And so it healed, so well, that the family routine simply did not have time to pull us into their arms. Well, besides, the discussion of the adventures of each other gave a lot of pleasure to both of us.

- Well, how am I to you? - with a triumphant smile, the spouse came out of the bedroom and stood up to the side, exposing herself.

Wow! The tall redhead looked at me like a predator: red patent leather shoes with high heels, black stockings with a lace elastic wrap around her juicy thighs, and a chic black corset, embroidered with red lace, barely fit her fourth size. She was not wearing panties, and the golden bush above the genital lips immediately caught my eye.

- Wow! - I repeated my thoughts, now out loud.

- What "Yes"! - Raising her fiery eyebrows and she coquettishly swaying her hips. - Only with panties I can not decide! What do you think, thong or classic? He is a man of the old school, I would not like to disappoint him.

- Well, with such a corset, only thong! - I said confidently. - And as transparent as possible!

- Oh, everything would be more transparent to you! - with a playful reproach said spouse. - Yes, and help tighten the corset tighter. I want the boobs to look more appetizing! - and with these words she turned her back to me.

I began to lace the corset and at the same time, it should be noted, my gaze was not to tear off her ass, which I love so much. Strong and fluffy, but soft to the touch - it always drove me crazy. And it is not surprising, because the spouse has been regularly going to fitness with her friends for two years already. And knowing my passion, in these classes she pays special attention to the loin. So with the physical form, we are all in full openwork! And when only does all this master my master? I am sure that Vladimir Nikolayevich will also love her plump buns no less than mine.

By the way, Vladimir Nikolaevich. This is a colleague of my wife - they work in the same company, but in different departments. He is the head of some development and planning department, and the spouse works in the legal department. It is even strange that in the end he decided to look after her. After all, at work, in her words, they intersected only a couple of times, given that the departments are located on different floors and, in general, they have no common business issues.But apparently this is fate, and he could not resist even a fleeting acquaintance with my beautiful woman. And she, here I am sure, wagged her tail properly! So I became convinced - today is their first date.

- You eat my ass so with your eyes, leave something to Vladimir Nikolayevich! - Groping his corseted chest, his wife looked over his shoulder. - It seems everything!

- Yes all! - I smiled, releasing the cord.

- Thank you dear! - she smacked me and ran to put on a dress and powder her nose.

***

- Well, I went! - Julia stood near the front door with a full parade: in a short but elegant tight red dress with thin straps, with a make-up and with a little theatrical bag of golden color on the shoulder. The length of the dress favorably emphasized her beautiful legs and, of course, my rounded passion. A neckline, perhaps, could just drive me crazy - two taut melons and burst from this red captivity.

- Wow! It seems, I regret that today I am not Vladimir Nikolayevich! - I said delightedly.

And this admiration was impossible to hide, since the traitor in his pants was the most brazenly sticking up all the time that my wife’s fees took.

- Oh, and who is this here with us? - looking at the torchuna, his wife asked in surprise.

I lowered my pants, exposing the erect penis. The spouse bent down, gently stroked him and, taking a fist, gently exposed the head.

- Behave yourself! - She whispered to him and kissed the open beak, leaving a bright red mark on lipstick.

He nodded back to her.

***

Loudly tapping heels on the asphalt, I hurried to the venue. Without exaggeration, my spectacular view gathered men's views from across the street. Yes, that really here, my faithful a couple of minutes ago was ready to just explode with excitement! Even counter women, tracing the glances of their men, frowned brows jealously. I was amused by their envy and I, wagging my hips and booty, made them understand: “Yes, I am, look and envy!”

Oh, by the way, with panties, I decided. I am sure that he will like red thongs with a translucent lace edging. Actually like my front!

Approaching the metro, I immediately guessed what car was waiting for me. Big luxury black jeep, it seems a crossover - I do not really understand. Mmm, I already like it!

Tinted windows were lowered. To my surprise, the driver, apparently, was hired and was already driving. And Vladimir Nikolaevich himself stood next to the car, smiled affably and opened the passenger door in front of me:

- Good evening! You are simply stunning!

- Hello! Thanks for the compliment! - I sang, getting into the car.

Slamming my door, he hurried to sit on the other side of the car.

Next to me in the passenger seat, of course, lay a huge bouquet of red roses, tied with a red ribbon.

- A woman in red - only red roses! - My present boyfriend handed it to me.

- ABOUT! So beautiful! - I accepted the bouquet and, breathing in its beautiful aroma, looked admiringly into the eyes of my knight - Thank you! Very nice!

He was so sweet.

With a reserved smile, he signaled to the driver. The car started off.

Vladimir Nikolaevich was a respectable man of about forty-five. He had a friendly, intelligent face and a pleasant voice. Always smart and in a good mood, he was probably the favorite of all the women in his department. A light gray hair and neatly trimmed beard just added to him a man's charm. I could not resist him either, because these brown eyes and ironic glance simply made us easy acquaintance!

He was a widower. Unhappy husband died ten years ago, leaving him two children. But he coped with everything. And he put the children on their feet and did not forget about his career. That's just in his personal life, in his words, there was a flaw.

- A good start to a good evening! Do not you mind? - with these words, Vladimir Nikolaevich pressed a button in the panel and glasses and a bottle of champagne appeared from the sliding compartment. It seems not cheap.

- With pleasure! - I replied.

- The desire of a woman ...