In the ring there was a gap left for them, and in the center was the very guru. Slava raised his eyebrows in surprise, noticing that the sari from her shoulders was lowered onto her hips, leaving her breasts completely naked. And the chest for this age was very much nothing! Pour tits 3-4 size beautiful and correct pear-shaped. The gurus' nipples were very small, as wereles around, from which Slava concluded that the woman did not give birth, she lives alone, and that is why she fools. Although why dope? He quickly multiplied the “voluntary contribution” paid by his wife for 4 pairs, then for 20 working days, deducted the estimated rent, taxes (if she pays them) and realized that the priestess’s monthly income was quite decent. Was it her Pradik who stood at the entrance? Quite possible.

Slava sat on the empty seat, crossing his legs in front of him following the example of the others, and began to brazenly consider those present. All couples were about their age with Olya - about 30. 2 men sat with a bored, indifferent look, occasionally throwing shoals on the guru's chest, then on the other half-naked ladies. The third, it seems, was an adept of the teaching and now was somewhere along the path to nirvana, or whatever they called it. Like his wife, a blonde with pumped lips and a lush bust that almost fell out of a tight little top. The other two ladies were serious and deep in their thoughts, sitting with their eyes closed and holding their husbands hands. "So as not to run away," thought Slava and grinned.

- Before we start, I will say that you can take off your clothes if you are uncomfortable. So that it does not interfere with the free flow of energy

Slava ran his eyes with interest, but no one wanted to undress more than he now decided. It's a pity. After a short introductory speech, "charging" began. Everyone needed to hold hands, close their eyes and, relaxing, start thinking about how you love your partner. And also want to share these feelings with the whole universe, or, alternatively, with those whom you hold hands. In addition to his wife, Slava held the hand of the little black girl on the left, but did not feel any energy from her. Only wet from excitement palm. This crap continued for an hour. Then all were transplanted in pairs facing each other. At this stage, it was necessary to look the partner in the eye, "mixing energy".

But the third stage Glory liked. It was called "warming up". Guru spread a couple of separate rooms and explained the rules. It was necessary to strip naked, sit facing each other as close as possible and start to caress each of your partner. The only taboo is touching the genitals. And only by reaching a certain stage of enlightenment (“you yourself will understand when this happens”) could one proceed to sex. But not to the commonplace fuck, but his mother, to the tantric! That is, it was necessary to restrain oneself to the limit, and when the limit comes, stop and sharpen the fruit. And so repeat until either the eggs explode, or the fruit runs out. But there was a lot of fruit, bitch. A healthy vase in the corner of the closet. The room for enlightenment itself was a little more than a dressing room, but you also didn’t clear up much. The floor was a mat without seams, covered with fresh sheets for hygiene. The guru wished good luck, having kissed both Slava and Olya, one by one, on the lips, left, closed the door behind her and turned off the light. It was pitch dark ...

Slava honestly decided to try to exactly follow all the recommendations of the spiritual mentor. He caressed his wife, she caressed him, and there was definitely something in that. But Olya ruined everything.

- Slav, stand. I can not do it anymore! I want to write!

- Wow! And this is our "Miss Breast" is not provided. Well, go.

- Where are my pants?

- Yes, go like that. Nobody cares!

She crawled to the door and opened the door. In the corridor, too, was absolute darkness.

- Where is the toilet?

- How should I know? Will find.

- Well, I went ...

Olya left, and Slava sat down, leaning his back on a soft wall and, without noticing it, fell asleep.He woke up from the fact that his wife slowly, with feeling and disposition, sucked his dick. He stretched sweetly and relaxed again, folding his arms behind his head and enjoying the real tantric blowjob. Gradually, Olya accelerated the pace, starting to help her lips and tongue also with her hands. No, there was definitely something in this tantra! Blowjob was very different from the usual. He was more muscular or something. The wife sucked deeper and denser than usual, wrapped her lips around her trunk. And her fingers, fluttering on the scrotum, added to the overall impression very pleasant notes of additional pleasure. Slava was so excited that he hardly decided to apply the recommendations of the guru.

“Stop!” He asked in a muffled whisper and reached for a dish of fruit.

Olya obediently pulled away and waited until he finished with a banana. Finally, the rind flew to the side, and Slava, feeling his wife's head in the dark, gently pressed her from above. She intelligently continued her work again. But here the man was pricked with remorse. Trying to keep his cock from his wife’s mouth, he rolled on his side, moved forward and buried his face between her thighs. A spicy aroma of excited, juicy lye hit him in the nose. They just tried oral sex in position 69, but then it seemed inconvenient to him. The wife was shorter and had to reach for her vagina if he wanted her to suck at the same time. Therefore, they usually satisfied each other in turn. But this time, Oli's clitoris somehow turned out to be right in front of his mouth. And Slava could absolutely not straining to caress his tongue and lips. He did it with pleasure, soon starting to help himself with his fingers, fucking their wife’s incredibly wet hole. He felt that they were both on the verge of orgasm and firmly decided this time not to make a fruit pause and finish the job. But these wonderful plans did not come true.

A heart-rending female screech destroyed their idyll. And what is most incredible - it was the voice of his wife, coming from the next room !!! Slava did not have time to think anything. He instinctively pushed his partner away, jumped to his feet and rushed in the direction of the door. He flew into the dark corridor, hitting his shoulder painfully on the joint, and turned in the direction of sound. Fortunately, at that time a muffled light came on in the corridor, and a second later a guru flew into him: already completely naked and with a huge pink dildo in his hand. Then, from the room he had just left, the head of the shabby young lady stuck out into the light, and after a moment, the frightened Olya jumped out of the room to the left. Seeing her husband, she rushed to his neck and lamented:

- Slav, I thought, this is our room, and there ... This! Got to me!

Later, Slava himself could not understand how, from this critical moment, so much composure and common sense came from. He pressed his wife's face to his chest, and he turned around and made a hollow, eloquent gesture. She, though confused and red with shame, quickly understood everything. Silently jumped out of the room, ran over to the side of the guru and hid behind her, looking out from behind her shoulder, as if she had just come from somewhere. Then in the very same room where he almost fucked rude, Slava soothed his wife for a long time, giving him the opportunity to both cry and speak out. And it was like this: coming out of a dark corridor into a half-lit hall, Olya confronted Guba. She just returned from the toilet. She showed directions and went to her room. But obviously confused in the dark. And having groped a member of the sleeping “husband” decided without further words to get down to business. Olya, in turn, also got lost on the way back. She took turns leaning her ear against each door, and entered the room where it was quiet. However, unlike the bastard, she quickly recognized the substitution, when the husband of the busty climbed to her with caresses. During the conversation, there was only one awkward moment:

- Slav, I just did not understand. I listened to the door where you were. They were making love there!

- Yes, I ate a banana. Chomped loudly. Look, see, the skin lies - he clumsily otmazalsya.

However, Olya was in such a condition that her explanation fully satisfied.

Later, Slava dressed in a tight dressing room and went outside to wait for his wife. There already stood rueful, which immediately approached him.

- Hello. How are you? Went away?

- Everything is fine.

- It is a pity that you did not finish for the first time. I wanted to try you.

- So did you know?

- Of course! But your wife did not seem to know where she led you. If I could talk to someone to start. She asked.

- Not understood. Where did you lead?

- So everyone knows. We thought you were too. After warming up, all usually change partners. I thought she knew when she met her in the hallway. The place is inferior. And you also did not mind was.

“So I actually thought you were her.”

- Sorry - I will not believe. It does not happen. Well, that's your business. OK, bye. I think we will hardly see you again.

- Perhaps. Until.

- But still you did not cum in vain!

P. s. Guru, by the way, returned the money they paid without talking. And Olga, after this incident of enlightenment, was no longer looking for.