He was wearing a dark blue solid three-piece suit with a vest, with a purple tie and patent leather shoes. We shook hands, and Julia even smacked him on the cheek.

- And here are the guests! - from the kitchen, wiping her hands with a towel, came out smiling Valentina Mikhailovna - Happy New Year! I have almost everything ready!

She was wearing a delicate peach dress, a pearl necklace, and white fur slippers. Apparently, she was just in a hurry, preparing a festive table, so she did not have time to put on her shoes. And judging by the smell, who arrived with her from the kitchen, we had a Feast of the Stomach.

It should be said that Valentina Mikhailovna was really an enviable wife. Yulia and I fell in love to visit them, not only because of the communication, but also because of the culinary talent of the housewife. Boris Viktorovich loved to have a tasty meal, and besides, in his words, the descendants of the nobility simply had to have at least three dishes on the table. So she tried for him, and for us, of course. And what were her desserts! With all my love for my wife, such as Valentina Mikhailovna, I have never tried anywhere else ...

We handed each other small gifts and were getting ready to sit at the table.

Wife and Valentina Mikhailovna, having ridiculed in the corridor, quietly carried a large beautiful package brought by us to the bedroom - “secret”, as they said. I could only guess about its contents, because at home Julia refused to show it to me.

Finally, we sat down at the table, and under the New Year Blue Light began to see off the Old Year ...

Feast was idle.

Toasts and anecdotes. Talk for politics. We all got a little drunk from the drunk and were already making noise and joking just vying. Time passed unnoticed and there was very little time left before the New Year.

Finally, my wife decided and stood up with a glass in her hand:

- Dear men! New year is almost on the threshold! And in order to spend the Old and such an uneasy year for all of us, Valentina Mikhailovna and I ... - she smiled and looked at her - ... for you there is ... a surprise!

Valentina Mikhailovna, gleaming glasses, smiled in response and also stood beside her with a glass in her hand.

- Here is how! So if you please submit it here! - Boris Viktorovich said loudly.

- Now we bring! - spouse said cheerfully. - Give us twenty minutes!

- We give! - Boris Viktorovich slandered and, turning to me, added - Pour in!

We all solemnly clinked glasses and drank standing. After that, the couple began to move toward the bedroom.

- And do not pry! - smiling Julia coquettishly shook us a finger before leaving.

When they were gone, Boris Viktorovich pushed me his empty glass.

- Ready for a surprise, then? He asked, tugging a salad over his fork.

- And then! - I poured brandy in glasses.

- Yeah! What were they thinking about? Is it possible?

- We'll find out soon.

We drank again ...

After half an hour of waiting, a surprise deigned to appear.

Our wives entered the room holding hands. They tweaked their makeup and dressed up. But how!

The wife was in the short suit of the Snow Maiden, bought explicitly in the store for adults, because its length hardly covered her ass. On her legs were white stockings with a wide elastic band peeking out from under the floor, embroidered with a pattern of small blue snowflakes. Her red hair was braided in two braids, tied with blue bows. And the image was completed with blue shoes on a heel and a small hat on his head. Neither give nor take the Snow Maiden.

Valentina Mikhailovna was in a wide green cape decorated with tinsel. From under her were visible her legs in green patterned stockings. High-heeled shoes were also in tone with her outfit.

- Hello children! My wife smiled broadly.

Valentina Mikhailovna reddened her cheeks and neck for embarrassment.My own felt confident.

- Hello! - We answered in chorus with Boris Viktorovich.

- Do you know who we are? - continued Julia.

- We know! - we shouted.

- If you know, then tell me, who is it so green and smart, came to us on a holiday? - pointing to Valentina Mikhailovna, my wife asked us.

- Goblin! - blurted out Boris Viktorovich.

Everyone laughed.

- Oh you! - bending with laughter, Valentina Mikhailovna flushed her reddened hand.

- It's Herringbone, dear children! Our beauty! - Wrapped wife said, hugging her.

- Well, then pardon! - Boris Viktorovich apologized.

When the laughter subsided, the wife continued:

- Do you know who I am?

- Maiden! - shouted Boris Viktorovich.

- And together! - Julia podzadorila.

- Maiden !!! - we shouted three.

- A louder !!! - Clapped spouse.

- Sne-gu-roch-ka !!! - clapping we all shouted in chorus.

The wife took the hem of her dress with both hands and, with one upward movement, threw him off.

Under the costume, she was completely naked. Standing in front of us in some white stockings, a blue hat and shoes, flashing red pubic hair and smiling charmingly, she said:

- guessed it!

Julia turned around her axis, showing herself.

Redhead High. Green eyes. Sports ass.

The beautiful tan (recent Thailand) of her body seductively contrasted with white stockings. Tiny steel studs glittered in the nipples of her round big breasts, and there was a small ring on the clitoris. This piercing we did on vacation.

- Beautiful girl! - Valentina Mikhailovna whispered admiringly.

Boris Viktorovich didn’t find any words, and he just silently devoured my wife’s gaze.

Julia looked questioningly at Valentina Mikhailovna. She nodded slightly to her in response.

The wife went behind her and took hold of the strings on her green cape:

“One, two, three ...” the wife shouted cheerfully, expecting a response.

- Shine Christmas tree! - Boris Viktorovich and I shouted.

His wife pulled the ties and a green cape, rustling tinsel, fell to her feet.

Valentina Mikhailovna appeared in a luxurious lace set of green. Her large pear-breasts supported a patterned bra. A green garter belt held green stockings that clung to juicy white thighs. A small tummy just added spice to this picture.

- Turn back to the woods ass, herringbone! - holding the hand of Valentina Mikhailovna, said his wife.

Herringbone, bursting with embarrassment paint, turned. Tight panty thongs with a lasso pulled off her plump halves. There were shooters on the stockings.

My salivation increased. The presentation continued.

- Well, where is my Santa Claus? - theatrically putting a palm to his forehead, examined our wife.

From somewhere she got a red cap with a white pompom, which belonged to Santa Claus rather than to Santa Claus, she said to the Christmas tree:

- We will search for the staff !!!

Valentina Mikhailovna laughed.

- Well, where is the staff of Santa Claus? Probably the same place where Santa Claus himself? - naked Julia with a cap in her hand leisurely approached the chair with Boris Viktorovich, shaking her hips and looking him straight in the eyes. It was evident that he was slightly discouraged by what was happening.

Approaching, she sat down on one knee to him and, hugging him by the neck, looked back at me and Valentina Mikhailovna.

- Herringbone, take care of Bunny, until he rode off into the forest! - said Julia, tucking her shoulders to fold the red pigtail, and then turned to Boris Viktorovich. They started kissing.

Valentina Mikhailovna came up to me, holding in her hand a thin children's mask Hare on an elastic band, and gently helped her to wear. Pushing her on my forehead so that I could see everything, she quietly sat down next to me on the sofa.

- And here is the staff! - There was a joyful exclamation of his wife. - Look!

We turned our attention to them.

Sitting on one knee and smiling at us, Julia clutched sticking in her hand ... Read more →