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And this is also for you, V. G.

Our previous story, “A Wife Goes on a Date,” began my husband, now it's my turn! :)

So, you are already aware of our happy family life. Has anything changed in the past tense? If yes, then only for the better! :) So, you are already aware of our happy family life. Has anything changed in the past tense? If yes, then only for the better! :)

In our life there are really many bright moments and real family happiness. We want to tell about one of these moments. This time we will tell about our friendship with the wonderful Zabelsky family.

We met them on our vacation before last in a quiet place called Taba, which is located in South Sinai, in Egypt. This is a small corner for a quiet holiday. Compatriots, as well as youth, there are very few. To go there was my idea. The husband rested at first - he wanted to be in a noisier place, but I won him over! And it’s not for nothing that, dear! :)

Our new acquaintances are very lovely and interesting people: spouses Boris Viktorovich and Valentina Mikhailovna. We flew with them together (as it turned out, on the same plane), but met only during a long (more than a day) excursion to Cairo. Hotels, however, we had different, but together we got into one excursion group.

Boris Viktorovich, a tall, black-haired (with gray) Jewish woman who immediately made a huge impression on me when meeting me. Dense and dark at forty-five, he was very mobile and just radiated energy. And these confident brown eyes and light fashionable unshaven, mmm! He had some kind of his own business, and as a hobby (in his words) he lectured on the history of our country at the university. Educated and very clever as well as a wonderful storyteller. Perhaps he was the perfect embodiment of a man (of course, like you, my dear :)). However, they did not give me much time to listen to him, as the husband took all his attention to himself, and they lost most of the trip about some wars.

He had some kind of his own business, but as a hobby (in his words) he lectured on the history of our country at the university. Educated and very clever as well as a wonderful storyteller. Perhaps he was the perfect embodiment of a man (of course, like you, my dear :)). However, they did not give me much time to listen to him, as the husband took all his attention to himself, and they lost most of the trip about some wars.

Well, in my turn, I made friends with Valentina Mikhailovna in a purely female way - I really liked her too! But about her let her husband tell you better! :)

***

Valentina Mikhailovna was a sweet, homely woman.

Being five years younger than her husband, she wore thin silver-rimmed glasses and a lush shock of ashy hair permed. He was a modest secretary at the department, where Boris Viktorovich taught. There, by the way, they met once a long time ago.

Her quiet voice now and then politely and half in jest reassured her spouse who was puffed up in an argument. And this chubby figure, neat nose and intelligent look through glasses - of course, I was also impressed by it!

He and Boris Viktorovich had two children: the son Vadim and the daughter Antonina, named after the great-grandmother Valentina Mikhailovna, according to her, a representative of a noble family. That's it! It turns out that our new acquaintances were also of blue blood! Boris Viktorovich loved to joke on this topic.

Their son, Vadim, is currently serving in the army, as he later planned to enter the Moscow University of the Ministry of the Interior. And Antonina studied at the second architectural course in St. Petersburg.

Boris Viktorovich and Valentina Mikhailovna enjoyed that rare lull in life, which, as a rule, comes from parents older than forty years.

We spent the entire vacation together.

***

As you probably already guessed, I crush on Boris Viktorovich! :)))

And this is not surprising! Would you see him in black sports swimming trunks! I just looked at all the eyes on the beach :)

In short, lean dark-haired handsome captivated my heart forever! :)))

I began to pester my husband to help me arrange everything. Of course, there could be no talk of secret dates, since I did not want to offend the wonderful Valentina Mikhailovna. And not our method! :)

The husband gladly agreed to help. In addition, he suddenly had his plans for Valentina Mikhailovna. Oh, but it will not be easy!

At first we tried to drag them into our past autumn vacation - we were persuading them to go with us to Thailand. It seemed to me that there it would be easy for them to “blab out”. But they did not succeed, and we drove in three, with my husband and another friend of mine. Therefore, the plans to storm the impregnable fortress had to be changed.

As a result, upon arrival, we simply decided to actively communicate with the Zabelskys. And then act on the circumstances.

We went to the theater, cinema, sauna, or just to go shopping. We spent together the weekend. Then winter came (husband's favorite time of the year) - we skied regularly.

You, probably, already understood that we didn’t just spend all that time together. Here and there, both husband and I, in a roundabout way, prepared the soil and forged wedges.

Valentina Mikhailovna, like me, was a great lover of poetry. And, of course, our conversation with her, I regularly translated to a discussion of love lyrics. Who could we discuss? Of course, they started from Yesenin or Marina Tsvetaeva and gradually rose (or descended :)) to Omar Khayyam and Safo. At first, these conversations even embarrassed her a little.

Husband, of course, was easier. In his words, Boris Viktorovich eagerly discussed men's topics and in general was not shy. Husband even once offered him to rent a DVD with porn with us - he did not refuse here either. I whispered to my husband in my ear, so that only without distortions I chose for them, so as not to shock our dear friends.

As a result, again, according to her husband, Boris Viktorovich and even allegedly Valentina Mikhailovna were satisfied with the viewing. And, apparently, even very satisfied, because later he took from us and other discs.

When I gained courage and asked Valentina Mikhailovna how her movie was - she smiled awkwardly and said that she would go.

So here. By hook or by crook, word for word, we separated: Valentina Mikhailovna and I, my husband and Boris Viktorovich, began to discuss the possibility of exchanging spouses.

Boris Viktorovich, of course, was immediately in favor. Moreover, he agreed to meet with me secretly and without the consent of Valentina Mikhailovna. Here you are, men !: - (((However, it was somehow somehow nice. And also, according to her husband, he responded well to me, making a compliment to my figure! :)

Well, Valentina Mikhailovna wasn’t that simple. It cost me remarkable diligence to persuade her. However, it is unlikely that anyone will be interested, so I’ll omit this moment. I can only say that in the end she was fascinated by the idea that, at their age, this could refresh slightly ossified perennial family relationships. Although, I am sure, the doubt has not left her.

It only remained to decide where and when. And the answer was obvious. With the onset of winter, the New Year was slowly sneaking up.

- There everything will happen! - I assured my husband.

On the schedule of my monthly we just fit.

***

That's how it happens! Other husbands, in order to persuade their wives to exchange, have to eat at least one pound of salt. And my wife arranged it all!

Once again, I was glad that I got married successfully!

***

And how lucky, dear! : - *

We only need to add to the delayed entry that I alone conducted Valentina Mikhailovna with a small educational program, and we made joint shopping in search of new year dresses.

***

December 31, evening.

My wife and I are standing at the entrance of the Zabelskys. Next: call the intercom and elevator.

- Holiday greetings! - met us ...

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