Dear readers, “Morning for the hostess” is a continuation of the story “Merry Nochka”, in which it was told about the company of friends who decided to change partners for the first time in their lives. Both stories are independent and can be read separately, but still one follows from the other. Therefore, in order to get better acquainted with the characters and see the full picture of their entertainment, I strongly advise you to first read Merry Night.
Enjoy reading.

George Beck.

- Hey, snoring is good - Irka elbowed Oleg in the side. - The walls are shaking.

- Do not shove. - Oleg, sleepily opening one eye, looked at Irka. - You might think your Bear does not snore.

- You have different tonalities. I'm used to it.

- Sorry. - Oleg kissed Irka and, grinning, winked. - Maybe next time will sleep better?

- When is it now, and will it be ...

The bedroom door scratched quietly. Irka looked inquiringly at Oleg. He shrugged slightly, they say, let them go.

- Who is there, not locked. - Gave voice to Irka.

Mishkina’s face slid into the open gap.

- Hello. Can you?

- Get out. - Irka slapped on the bed next to her.

- Alka is still dying to sleep. And Maryashka and Sasha are lying, rustling something between themselves. I did not interfere. - Reported husband, climbing under the blanket.

- Well you shook Allochka if he sleeps sweetly. - Winked Mishka Oleg. - How many times are you her?

- I did not remember, but not less than four. Alka, by the way, is a hot little thing. I could not imagine. Her legs are already trembling, she cannot stand crustaceans, and still: "Misha, still." And cums like a machine gun.

Irka slightly baldela from the situation. What lies in what the mother gave birth between two naked men and listens to how they find out how many times a night her husband fucked her friend. What else can you invent? As if in answer to her question, Irka felt Oleg's hand on her thigh, and then the guy's indiscreet fingers dived between her slightly spread legs, finding the entrance to the female treasury. Oh damn! She is right in the presence of her husband caress. Irka froze, fearing to attract Mishka’s attention with superfluous movement, and Oleg’s palm slowly slid along the cave doors, slightly opening the entrance to the inside. Irka did not know what to do, but Mikhail, not noticing anything, leaned on his elbow, turning to her.

“I hope you had a nice night too.” I do not have to blush for a friend?

- Do not have to. - Irka smiled a little embarrassed, stroking her husband's cheek.

Michael leaned over, kissing his wife. His hand gently walked across Irkina's chest, and then dutifully dived under the covers, striving for the lower abdomen. Irka did not even have time to squeak as Mishkin's hand collided there with someone else’s fingers.

- Oh!

Hurriedly jerking his paw away, Mishka looked dumbfounded at Irku and Oleg, and then, trying to hide his own awkwardness, foolishly bowed.

- This ... Forgiveness, so we ask. Out of habit we are. Did not know what is busy.

- Nothing, nothing. - Oleg's impudence could only be envied. - You are in your own right. I can immediately give in.

- No no. Please continue. I will, with your permission from the top half.

The bear, with his palm, covered the elastic hemisphere with Irkin's chest, he pressed his lips to the other. Irka started slightly when the greedy tongue processed the top of the hill, forcing the nipple to harden and strain. And Oleg's fingers, meanwhile, using the acquired right, teased the sensitive knob at the cherished entrance. And Irka felt the collar in her “house” begin to be smeared, wanting to swing open towards a certain guest.

- Say my dear! - She was indignant, feeling that her hands, in spite of her will, are striving to go in search of unfolding men's banners. - Your mutual courtesy at my expense, right, knows no bounds. But don't you care that you turn me on at the same time ?!

- Absolutely. - Calmly said Michael. - We will raze, we will satisfy.

His lips moved from the chest to the neck of his wife. Oh, he knew Irkin clockwork points like no one.

- Oh ... - Irka's breathing took her breath a little. - This is how is it?

Not holding back, she still groped Mishkino already fully cocked gun.

- Yes, as we started, so we will continue.

Mishka pulled the blanket down, exposing Ira to his waist, and nodded invitingly to Oleg.

- Below is your territory. Dispose of it.

- With great pleasure.

Even if Irka had any objections, Misha stopped them with a protracted kiss. Bound in the arms of her husband, she could only feel how the blanket was removed from her completely, and under the ass deftly shoved a pillow. Irka suddenly realized that it was already light in the bedroom, and she was naked lying in front of Oleg as in a shop window. For a moment, she felt embarrassed for her fat thighs, and tummy, and then Irka gave up on everything, obeying the desire born of male caresses. In the end, they started this game and chose with whom themselves. It does not matter that it is more like a game without rules. Let them do what they want.

Mikhail, having thrown a leg, saddled Irka, hiding Oleg from her. Now she could only feel how they would begin to dispose of her treasury. The bear continued to kiss his wife, caressing her breasts, and Oleg, who was located below, gently but persistently spread Irina's legs to the sides. Wet, shiny doors of the women's gates became accessible to his pretensions, and Irka felt the seal of the male kiss left on them. And then Oleg's ugly tongue, not knowing shame, began to tease her “forbidden fruit” pouring with juice, forcing Irkina's thighs to tremble sweetly towards gentle attacks.

Irka, holding a male spear in her palm, stretched her lips to him, unconsciously trying to copy the caress given to her. Michael leaned forward, filling his beloved mouth. Closing his eyes, he hung over his wife, leaning on the headboard, and Irka, trying, sucked his toy. Lovers are increasingly addicted to each other. Ammunition for the night was rigged, which did not promise the participants of the “race” of a speedy finish. But the desire, fueled by the unusual situation, only came to all three. Excited breathing, smacking sounds, light creak of the bed, that's all that existed now for them.

- Ummm ...

- O-oh ...

- Aaa ...

It has just now reached Irka that she caresses her husband in time with the shameless, passion-stirring attacks of Oleg. And do not care. She is well!

Mikhail leaned back a little, leaving Irishka’s mouth, and starting one of her favorite games, he ferried his fighter into a delightful, cozy hollow between the hills of his breasts. Irka only purred sweetly in response, helping the elastic hemispheres with her hands to hug a friend who had come to visit.

- Ltd!

Mishkin Express decisively and rhythmically began to break through the path again and again in the "gorges of its mountains." Irka even for a while forgot about Oleg, all surrendering to her feeling. Her hands squeezed their own breasts, meeting and seeing off the desired toy, lips eagerly looking for the lips of her husband. And suddenly, having forced Irka to suffocate from unexpected pleasure, the seeker forgotten for a moment entered her treasury. A quiet, sweet moan of a startled girl became the answer to a double male affection.

- Uy th!

This Irka has not yet been. Yes that was not there. She did not know that this could be so! Her beloved husband, kissing her face and lips, was swinging from above, teasing his chest balls with his strong, desired trunk. And behind his back, putting Irina’s legs on her shoulders, another lover was also swaying rhythmically. And his equally strong trunk repeatedly penetrated the female secret, filling it to the full depth. How can you stand it for long ?! Irka, gasping, rushing under the men. The breasts of the woman were now in charge of the palms of Michael, and her fists, clenching, raked up the sheet. She still had enough strength not to scream, but two synchronously working pistons promised that it would not last long. And already noticeably rising inside the wave of pleasure threatened ...