Looking at the photo, I had mixed feelings. On the one hand, this week I did not expect to meet with the couple. From yesterday's photo, it was clear that the finish was not even one or two days, and at the moment I agreed to go with friends to the country tomorrow to go to the bathhouse. But the prospect of opening up my fighter in the narrow hole of Alice made me think of urgent matters and refuse to go. On the other hand, such haste hardly went to her advantage, which was confirmed by her distorted face. So, after parting with the company, I first dialed the number of Alice.

“Hi,” her voice almost immediately answered me. For the first time I heard a note of fatigue in it.

- Hi, fox! You are very diligent, did not expect such agility from you.

- I myself did not expect. Just today it went well, and we decided to go to the end.

- you or you?

- We. Where it was hard for me, Oleg helped, we are a couple, ”she answered, grinning a little.

- I saw you crying. And if so, then it was hardly worth it so zealous, because the fact that Oleg will get his orgasm a day or two before is not worth your tears and your health. Does it hurt?

- A little, but tolerable.

- But it should not. Where will I come tomorrow if it hurts you? Are you sure you're ready?

- Yes.

Before answering, she took a short pause, and the answer itself blurted out somehow doomed. I didn’t like it very much, as well as its mood. She spoke without emotion, and in contrast with her lively character, resembled a deflated balloon. But to try on the phone meant to make things worse, and I said:

“Then tomorrow morning, have a light breakfast, make two enemas at 12 o'clock and prepare yourself,” by saying this I meant shaving the light bristle covering the labia and pubis that I saw in the last photos. “And remind me of your clothing size?”

- 36–38. When should we wait for you? - she brightened a bit when she heard about the clothes. Girls are girls ...

“I'll be at your place in about an hour.” Until tomorrow then! Good night and say hello to my husband!

I started the car and moved to the house.

I did not begin to change my habits the next morning, although the day promised to be not quite typical - it’s not every day that you deprive the anal virginity of a young beauty, and even in front of her husband. After jogging, I took a shower, had breakfast, sat for a while on the Internet, and when the clock showed 11 hours, I left the house. This, despite the fact that I did not go long, and promised to be about an hour. You just had to go to one place where you can lose a lot of time.

Always loved to wander through the sex shops. Why not come up with to satisfy the most bizarre fantasies! You can consider all these items, as in a museum, with the only difference that having money in your pocket, and most importantly a like-minded partner, you can try it all. At the beginning of the sexual journey, I was a frequent visitor at such boutiques, buying 5-10 items a year, mostly BDSM devices, so now I was not surprised and usually stopped by, knowing that I wanted to buy. Of the items I needed today was only a butt plug, because one thing was to take the bar, and another to hold it, and this very plug should help Alice in this. I chose a neat black rubber cork 3 centimeters at the base and 7 in length, with a reliable stopper. This size may seem small, but it is well suited for everyday wear, without causing discomfort, but not allowing the ringlet to close. She also liked me a little button at the base, which included a vibration.Once, with a similar stopper, I reduced my passion to the club, and was extremely pleased with the result: twenty minutes after turning on the vibro mode, she herself dragged me to the toilet, where I helped her get rid of the itch in her ass.

But if it was easy to choose a cork, then with the second position I “stuck” for half an hour. I perceived the fox of the fox as a kind of gift to myself, and such a luxurious gift required a beautiful frame. Like many men, I was more wound up by beautifully dressed ladies than completely naked, so I wanted to dress a beauty for such an event myself. At first I thought about buying a favorite dress-net, which was tried on by all the girls with whom I had a more or less lasting relationship - I really like such dresses, but in the end I chose another. They were black fishnet stockings, decorated with decorative pink ribbons on the hips, a belt for attaching them and a bra that supports the chest, but does not hide it at all. Panties, as I thought, along with this are completely unnecessary.

After the sex shop I ran into the store for a bottle of red dessert wine and a set of eclairs and profiteroles for tea.
Deciding not to fall like snow on my head, I scored Alice, rolling up to their house. The guys were waiting for me, and my mistress's voice was nervously excited. It was worse than a joyous anticipator, but better than empty-handed, so I grabbed shopping bags and ran into the doorway. The elevator did not work, so I had to run in also on the 8th floor, where I stepped a little gasping. He took a breath and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened to me after a few seconds, Oleg did it. He retreated to the corridor of his apartment, and, entering after him, I looked at his home outfit, consisting of a dark blue T-shirt and shorts of a football uniform, on which was visible the emblem of an Italian club. The circumstances in which we split up for the last time provoked an awkward silence. I understood that I had gone too far, and assumed that he, having thought over everything during the week, would not be very friendly. But it was Oleg who broke the silence, raising his eyes on me, not so much embarrassed as decisive, and holding out my hand.
- Hi, and you are punctual!

- Hi, I try! - I smiled, shaking his very cold hand. - Where to freeze so managed?

- Yes, we decided to tidy up a bit, the floors washed with cold water.

His words were confirmed by the murmur of water from the bathroom, interrupted at regular intervals by the sounds of a water squeezed out of a rag. By the method of deduction, I found out that in the bathroom was the "hero of the occasion," and, having unwound, went there. At that moment, when I approached the open door, the noise stopped, and immediately changed to Alice’s sonorous voice:

- Olezhek, bring a towel! Oh!

Her “oh” already belonged to me. Turning around, she noticed not Oleg at all, and therefore hastened to cover her outfit “not for others eyes”, which consisted of a terry robe lengths up to mid-thigh. Quickly making the passes invisible to my eyes with her hands, she tied a robe with a dangling belt and turned to me.

“I thought you’ll be parked again for a long time, I’ll manage to get dressed normally,” Alice blushed a little.

“You look fine in any way,” I smiled. “You don’t need to dress, I’ll dress you myself, but then.” Come on, drink some tea, have a chat.

I wrapped my arms around her, to which she responded by touching my back with a wet cold hand, and then handed the bag with Oleg's snacks and went with him to set the table. While we were dealing with this, the girl joined us, changing her robe for shorts and a T-shirt.

We started to drink: I tea, and the guys wine. In the atmosphere, a complex range of emotions was mixed: starting from awkwardness, because we met for the first time after our depraved meeting, ending with growing excitement, from the realization that today's meeting would become even more depraved. It didn’t allow us to have a very casual conversation, but we didn’t keep quiet, and after a couple of glasses of wine we even had a rather lively conversation.But looking at Alice, then at me, now at my spouse, who had already looked at her bare legs with a somewhat clouded look of excitement (after all, he had been in the belt for almost a week!), As well as my views on the same slender legs, did not allow us to strongly tighten tea drinking , calling to move to the most important dish of the day. Therefore, half an hour after my arrival, I handed Alice a package from the sex shop, in which her today's outfit lay (I put the cork in my pocket while I was still in the car). Our curious ...