Marina enjoyed the dances and compliments to her, especially she liked when she was invited by a man named Dmitry. This was an impressive man much older than her. In his movements, one could feel powerful power and confidence, and Marina felt herself as a first-year student in the arms of a teacher, when his hands were a little rude, but they were persistently leading her in the dance. Dmitri was a good conversationalist, but in his compliments a subtle hint of something more than a dance slipped, forcing the cheeks of Marina to blush. His hand, lying a little lower than it should be, a slightly stronger embrace, occasional touching his cheek during a conversation and hot breath at the ear, all this led to an inexplicable thrill of the woman and caused strange forgotten feelings. Slowly exploring the outlines of the bra on the back and the barely guessed elastic of small panties, Dmitry whispered to Marina in her ear any funny nonsense and she was laughing louder still pressed against the dance partner. Sneaking glances at her husband, Marina was afraid to see in his eyes jealousy and not understanding, but a loving gaze and a smile told her that everything was in order.

At the end of the dance, she ran to the table to Sergei, in order to bring her feelings in order and take some time off from her experiences. Smacking her husband on the cheek and speaking the words of love Marina looked at her husband’s reaction, but either he didn’t notice anything, or in silence made it clear that he had nothing against his wife’s dances. Sergey, almost choking with excitement with a sinking heart, was waiting for another slow composition by sneaking around the trousers in the member's area and imagining how at home he would pounce on his beloved. But the house was still far away and he regretfully recalled that they would have to sleep with the bride’s parents in the apartment overflowing with guests today.

The wedding continued, again there were toasts for the young, loud "bitter" and quite frank contests. Then she danced with a young man, scatteredly answering some questions and wondering why Dmitry did not invite her again, and then the host announced a white dance. Marina ran up to Sergey, but her husband, in a hoarse voice, could barely say that he wanted to get some fresh air and he didn’t mind if Marinochka invited someone to dance. Having touched a light kiss to the lips of her husband, Marina fluttered into the hall, and her husband, barely holding his breath, watched his beloved heading towards the man, who most often invited her to dance. Holding hands, the couple joined the dancers, slowly circling around and silently talking about something, they moved to the other side of the area. Having nestled on the man and experiencing a slight excitement from stroking her back and waist, Marina started slightly when the man's hand suddenly sank lower and stopped on her ass.

Marina immediately glanced at Sergei, but her husband was not clearly visible because of the dancing couples. Subconsciously, Marina was expecting small liberties, but the body still responded with some tension. Meanwhile, Dmitry continued to tell something, and his palm was confidently studying the female roundness and Marina felt the heat waves arising in the lower abdomen. Her mind was divided into two parts, one part completely dissolved in new sensations, the other screamed that guests could see them all around. Dmitry's fingers suddenly lay down on the hollow between the buttocks and he confidently, with pressure, led them down the hollow as the dress allowed. Marina seemed to be shot through with an electric current when the fingers of a dance partner first pressed her anus, making him shrink sweetly, and then dropped almost to her hole.The woman instinctively recoiled from her hand, even more clinging to Dmitry, and felt with her foot how something big was poured by force. Otpryanuv from rising member, Marina again pressed to the palm of his ass and Dmitri has already become a bossy knead her charms. On this note, and ended the white dance, the gentleman, supporting Marina for the elbow held in place. The host announced another slow dance to continue the dating, and Sergei dragged his wife to dance. Wife clung to her husband in the dance, her breath still could not calm down.

- I love you, Shackle! - Marina said quietly.

- I love you too my dear. - Sergey whispered in response.

- I saw everything. He whispered even more quietly.

At Marina everything stopped inside, thoughts frantically rushed about to think up an answer.

- What did you see? - Marina, dry from excitement, asked.

- How is he to you ... How is he to you ... - Sergey began to mumble.

Marina felt with her foot that her husband's member was tense.

- How he pawed you. - Gathering courage blurted out Sergei.

- Hands ... With my own hands ... He ... Hands ... - My husband began to mumble again.

Marina rubbed her foot on her husband's dick; it was obvious that he was ready to cum right in his pants.

“You're not mad at me, are you?” - Looking into the eyes of her husband, Marina asked.

- Not. - Sergey answered in a hoarse voice.

- Are you jealous? I see jealous. My favorite, I'm only yours, it's just a dance, just a dance. You know that. Do you want me to no longer dance today?

- Did you like it? - Sergey answered the question

- You know, I like the compliments. - Dodged a response from Marina.

“Did I see you too?” - again pressing her foot to the member asked Marina.

“Will you go dancing with him?”

“Maybe he won't invite me anymore?” And you no longer want me to dance?

- I ... I ... - My husband started again.

- I love you too. - Marina said covering his lips with a long kiss.

- By the way, he called us today to himself.

- What for? - Again Sergey was worried.

- Just spend the night, he has an empty house and we will have a room, and in the apartment you will have to sleep somewhere on the floor. And we will be alone, which means ... - Marina smiled meaningfully, - We can make love, you need to blow off some steam, and then you’ll have some ideas for yourself ...

The dance ended and Sergey and Marina went to the table where a friend and her husband were waiting for them. Again there were several toasts for the young, the bridegroom took off the garter from the bride, the bride threw a bouquet, and then the young were escorted to the marriage bed and the host announced the end of the first day and the last dance. Dmitri came up to the table and asked Sergey to dance with his wife, Sergey nodded in agreement and Marina graciously gave a pen and left the man on the dance floor. Olga and Alexey looked at each other and also went to dance, only Sergey, who was intently peering into the twilight, was left at the table. Marina, clinging to Dmitry, slowly began to spin in the dance, feeling Sergey's eyes on herself. She understood that going to dance with Dmitry, she agreed with everything that was done in the last dance with her almost unfamiliar man. Dmitry's hands were already walking around her back and ass, sometimes squeezing her tightly. The compliments of the man were more outspoken, she was squeezed by another man in front of her husband, and she pressed herself against him and rubbed her leg to feel that something very big rested on her leg. Excitement covered the wave, she felt her nipples stiffened, and between her legs it became wet.

- My husband and I accept your invitation to visit - barely heard the whispered Marina.

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