I love my husband. And he reciprocates with me - I feel it all the time. We have a happy family, although it is rare in our time. Of course, we have differences - who does not have them! - but we never stoop to insults and mutual humiliation. There were no issues on which we could not agree. But most of all we were afraid to go through the “point of no return” - treason. Betrayal seemed to us a terrible sin that could destroy our relationship. Up to this day...

Delicious smell poured around the room of the hotel room. I stretched sweetly in bed and opened my eyes. In the bedroom in front of the bed was my husband Sergey with a tray: there were several plates covered with covers on it, and a cup of aromatic coffee was steaming. He put the tray on my lap and lifted the lids: under them were canapes with cheese, a vase with cherry jam and a French bun with a crispy crust. I smiled admiringly.

- Is it for me, dear? - I asked, despite the obviousness of the situation.

- To you, Vika, - Sergei sat down next to the edge of the bed, - good morning, darling!

“Then feed me,” I “whimsically” puffed up my lips and, holding up my hands, straightened my hair.

The blanket immediately slid down, exposing my chest - I pretended that I had not noticed. Having pulled my hands behind my back and crouched forward, I shrugged my shoulders and looked slyly at Sergei. His breasts swayed, and Sergei stared at them - he always admired their beauty and impressive size. My husband broke off a piece of rolls and, dipping in jam, brought the "snack" to my mouth. I took a bite and took a sip of burning drink - the coffee was really delicious. A little jam dripped onto my chest, and he began to flow down, leaving a sweet path. I looked at my husband, and he understood me without words.

Pushing the tray aside, he leaned down and began to lick the sweet tracks, uncontrollably approaching the tops of the bulges. I have very sensitive nipples and he knew that. I only managed to put a cup of hot coffee on the bedside table, when I felt a hot wave between my legs: Seryozha was already sucking and gently nibbling my nipples. I accidentally cast a glance at the tray, on which lay canapés and pieces of French bread mixed together: there was an envelope under the plate.

- What is it? - my breath was lost, and I tried to cope with the surging sensations and not to lose consciousness from pleasure.

I was very excited, and I felt hot. I threw back the blanket and an obscene picture opened in front of my spouse: my legs, bent at the knees, were spread apart, and my wet pussy glistened between them. Sergei moved to the open thighs, and showed me the language with which he, teasing, playfully fluttered in the air.

“This is my gift for you on our anniversary,” he said, and plunged his face into my crotch.

“I thought that a trip to Moscow, yesterday’s dinner at an expensive restaurant, and a wonderful night at this fashionable Hilton is your gift,” I whispered, not realizing what was happening around me: my desire to make love was becoming intolerable.

With my hand, I accidentally knocked over a vase of jam, and she turned over. While I was squirming under the caresses of my beloved, I was all smeared with dessert: cherries ran down my thighs and pubis, and Sergei caught them with his lips, playing with berries on the clitoris and on my wet lips.

- Frederic Begbeder wrote that love lives for three years, - my husband came off for a moment from his withering caresses and looked into my eyes, - yesterday, as you remember, we celebrated the third anniversary of our life together.

He gently inserted two fingers into my bosom, and pressed on the inner wall of the pubis. I choked with pleasure and involuntarily began to move my hips, sitting down on his fingers.

“I do not want him to be right in our case, and from today a new stage of our relationship begins,” with these words, Sergey bent down and began to move quickly along the swollen clitoris with the tip of the tongue, without removing his fingers from my vagina, “yesterday was the first the day of the "new era", he said, looking up for a moment from the tremendous caress, - in this envelope is a sequel.

He began to suck the clitoris, then quickly caressing his head with his tongue, then deeply sticking his tongue into the vagina - his fingers had already moved into my ass by this time, stretching the hole pulsing from pleasure. I grabbed his head and squeezed between his legs, not thinking about whether he had the opportunity to breathe there. In the paroxysm of pleasure, I beat my pubic face against his face, feeling how, besides the tongue, his Greek nose sometimes fell into me.

I began to scream, forgetting about the envelope, about the new continuation of our life, about everything in the world: I was covered with such a powerful orgasm, that I was frightened, no matter how choked my nobleman in the discharge. But, thank God, everything worked out: I frantically ended up in his mouth, and he drank me and smiled ...

- What is it? I asked, twirling the envelope in my hand, slightly soiled with cherry jam. I already came to my senses and lay relaxed on my side, looking tenderly at my spouse, and turning over his tense dignity with my fingers: he was never exhausted.

“Money,” he said.

- Money? - I asked in surprise, stopping for a moment to masturbate him - what money?

- to you. To your sweet nonsense, ”he said, squeezed my hand, and continued to move it around the penis,“ after breakfast, go shopping. ”

- Shopping! - I screamed, not remembering myself for joy, and feverishly began to feel the envelope: he was suspiciously thin. - How many are here? - I asked efficiently, again forgetting about my favorite “toy”.

“Fifteen thousand,” answered Sergey, and moved my hand to his scrotum.

"Yes ... This money is really enough only for" cute nonsense ", not more"I was a little upset.

“Where are we going?” - I tried not to show a view that I didn’t imagine “holiday shopping”, and resumed caresses: in the end, he, too, should enjoy, despite his modest contribution to “cute nonsense”.

“To a large shopping center,” the husband settled down comfortably in my hand, “I want you to buy the best clothes for yourself.”

- By fifteen thousand ?! - Could not resist, I exclaimed.

Sergey stared at me blankly, then his eyes became sympathetic: this is how people usually look at round idiots. He took the envelope from me, opened it, and took out a beautiful piece of paper that looked like a stock or a bond.

- Here is a Certificate for fifteen thousand euros, - explained Sergey, - this ... More than a million rubles. Is that not enough?

I involuntarily squeezed his balls so that he screamed and looked at me offended. Then she hastily leaned toward him and silently inserted his head into her mouth. I began to suck his dick with such a grateful frenzy that the surprised husband had finished in record time. I continued to lick, suck, kiss his genitals until he scaredly pulled away. I again crawled to him, smiling predatoryly: I had a million eyes before my eyes, which I could spend on “not sickly nonsense”, and I was ready to blow it to death.

“Dear, I also want a new stage of our relations for you today,” I kissed him wherever I could reach while he darted around the whole bed, “what do you want?”

- Let you go shopping without panties, - he immediately blurted out, as if this thought did not give him any peace for a long time.

“Well, love, as you say,” I said, and I thought: "God, what kind of child is he - is it all business?"

“And you will give me wherever I want,” he quickly added.

- Everywhere. Where you want, ”I echoed, and rubbed my face against his chest.

There was a knock at the door: the maid came to clean the room. The pretty girl, having seen us, was going to leave, having promised to come later.Sergei gesture stopped her, offering to stay, and the maid began to bring the room in order, not paying us any attention. After our crazy night and no less stormy morning, ...