The soft gloom barely illuminated a small bedroom, a young woman was lying on a bed with a tablet and the light gleamed on her pretty face. The apartment was quiet, my daughter had long snuffled in the next room in her cot, and only the sounds of the soul came from the doorway. Marina was waiting for her husband to take a shower and jump into her arms, because it was the last evening of their previous relationship, tomorrow a new phase of their family life was to begin.

It all started almost a year ago, when they went to a wedding in a nearby town to see a friend’s sister. A registry office, congratulations, then a trip to nature, and in the evening not a big cozy cafe with a festive program, it all reminded Marina of their wedding with Sergey. The cafe was attended mainly by young people, only she with her beloved and friend with her husband, and a few older couples were knocked out of the general mass of young people, but this did not prevent her from collecting unambiguous views of the male half of the guests. At 36, Marina looked beautiful, the birth of her daughter only added to her figure of femininity. Low growth emphasized her slim classical figure, medium-sized breasts no longer stuck like an eighteen-year-old girl, but this gave the body even more attractiveness. A barely guessed tummy and shaved pubis with a thin, barely noticeable strip of blond hair complemented the picture of the ideal female body. But now all this beauty hid black tights in a fine mesh and almost black tight dress just above the knee, through which the outlines of underwear were guessed.

When the official part of the holiday was completed, dances and competitions began, in which Marina took an active part. Sergei just sat and watched his spouse in love, over the past years of family life, their passion almost did not subside, they also continued to love each other and had sex with pleasure, though less often than in their young years. Sex was always very gentle, at first Sergei caressed Marina orally for a very long time, then slowly moving his dick with her fingers to orgasm pulling the clitoris and then also gently ending her hot vagina. Nature rewarded her husband with a member of a very modest size, and in addition to this low stamina, as soon as he began to move actively, he immediately poured his seed into it. Nevertheless, Marina was happy, their daughter was growing up, she loved her husband and was grateful to him, for the gentle pleasure he delivered to her with his hands and tongue. Sergey was her only man and she just did not know other sensations. Of course, they watched with her husband “interesting” films, where men huge members stretched the girls' pussies and she imagined herself in the place of some heroine, but dreams remained dreams, Marina was not going to change, but she did not dare to tell her fantasies.

The fun continued, toasts were constantly rising for the young, competitions were in full swing and slower music sounded more and more often. At these moments, Marina had no end in cavaliers, they only directed their interrogative glances at her husband and saw an affirmative nod hugging the next young man in the dance. Sergey, however, saw how his wife hugs the other, laughs and whispers in response to his dance partner, presses his hands around the waist and feels a strange feeling of jealousy and excitement at the same time.

The first story, is there any sense to lay out the sequel?