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

- I am very happy about this, Marina. - Sounded in response.

The dance ended, the lights went on and Dmitry walked Marina up to the table where her friend and her husband had just come.

- Well, is it time to sleep? - ascertained the obvious Olga. - Taxi is already waiting.

- We will not go there and without us will be closely. - Marina smiled.

- staying here? You do not press anyone there, there is enough space for everyone.

- Well, really, Dmitry invited us to his place. - Marina answered, taking Sergey by the hand. - And you will be free and we will sleep on the bed.

Sergey looked at Marina, her heart was beating so hard that it was noisy in her ears. Before my eyes there was a dance scene and a hand frankly pawing over the ass to his spouse.

- True, Sergei ?! - Marina squeezed Sergey's hand. - We do not care where to sleep, and tomorrow we will meet again.

Sergey could only smile, his thoughts galloped erratically. Why do they go there? Why Marina allowed all this? And if there ...? Sergey tried to get rid of these thoughts-images. What is there ...? He suddenly, with all clarity, presented naked Marishka, the thought that she ... that she was still with someone ... that her hands would be ... And not only hands ... Her little cave ... Out of stupor Sergey brought Marina's shout:

- Seryozh, well, let's go, they are already waiting for us. Now we will pick up things and to Dmitry. You do not mind? - And quickly kissed him in the lip area pulled to the exit of the cafe.

There was a hitch in the taxi, there were five passengers and the driver did not want to take them all at once, Alexei had to get into the next car. Olga settled in the front seat, and Sergey and Marina and Dmitry were placed behind. Sergey belatedly thought that he had to sit in the middle so that Dmitry would not cling to his wife. The car drove through the almost deserted night streets of the summer town. Olga animatedly shared her impressions, Marina and Dmitry took a lively part in the discussion of the first day, while Sergey rode silently immersed in his thoughts. Marina was well aware of Sergey’s condition, and in order to distract him, she would cling her head to his shoulder and put one hand on his penis. Marina did not worry that someone would see it, there was twilight in the car, and Sergei was sitting right behind the passenger seat.

- Oh my God, he still stands. - Marina thought. - Be patient a little bit more, soon. - Hopefully she whispered to Sergey, slightly pressing and moving her fingers.

Desire with a new power seized Sergey. “I'll finish now,” the thought trailed. And he quickly covered his wife’s hand with his hand, squeezing it tightly. Dmitry, seeing the condition of Marina’s husband, only thought with satisfaction that everything was going as it should. Olga saved the situation:

- Well, here we are, stop at that entrance. Well, who is with me?

Sergey realized that the question was sent to him, it’s their stuff, especially not a lot of them. You do not drag your wife with you, especially since the elevator did not work in the morning and most likely will have to go up to the seventh floor. He got out of the car with thoughts of how he would leave Marishka and Dmitry, but what if he again allows himself to dismiss his hands. “The driver is there,” Sergei soothed himself, immediately recalling that the presence of guests at the wedding did not stop Dmitry.

He was not in such a hurry so hard, Sergey was ready to lift Olga in his arms upstairs, so that he could be faster next to Marina. Olga, on the contrary, did not hurry anywhere and slowly, step by step, counted the steps.

In the car, the music was quietly playing, Marina sat with her eyes closed and thought about the evening, the fact that her husband saw the last dance in detail, she had no doubt. She did not know how her husband would behave at home, but she saw that Sergei was very excited.But what to say, she herself began to flow like ... Gentle strokes with rather rough compressions were very exciting. Sergey treated her in bed very gently, - Too gently, - Marina thought. She and her husband even had a conversation about it, but nothing has changed.

- Do you smoke? - Interrupted the silence driver.

- No, and I recommend you quit, - said Dmitry.

“Already tried,” the man waved his hand and got out of the car.

Through the darkened glass was visible as the glowing light of the cigarette began to move away from the car. Dmitry turned to Marina and took her hand

“You are very sexy Marina,” Dmitri said quietly. His hand slid down and gently touched the knee, grabbing the inside of the thigh with her fingers. Marina froze, Dmitri's gaze was directed into her eyes and exuded calm confidence. The hand slowly crawled up and Marina instinctively squeezed her legs tightly. With the other hand, the man drew the woman to her and Marina felt the touch of the lips of others to hers. The first reaction was indignation, but the man’s tongue confidently parted his lips and he took a deep kiss to her. A woman's hand rested on the chest of a man, as if pushing it away, in her chest fluttered and her breathing almost stopped. The tongue did not arbitrarily respond to the unfamiliar movements of another language, the hand weakened and just lay on the man's chest. At some point, Marina realized that she was not breathing and now she would begin to choke, a convulsive sigh with her nose made it clear to Dmitry that it was time to stop. Marina leaned back in the seat inhaling convulsively and swallowing with a parched throat. The woman's eyes were closed, one thought struck in her head, - If only the elevator wouldn't work. When Dmitry's hand touched her chest, she only opened her eyes.

“You have beautiful breasts,” Suddenly Dmitry came to you, squeezing her in his palm and stroking his dress with his thumb in the area of ​​the nipple, which treacherously hardened and increased. - I'm sure she is very beautiful.

The next wave of heat rose from the abdomen to the chest and went higher to the face, the cheeks were burning, the breath could not calm down. Dmitri bent down and again clung to the lips of his wife’s open lips, this time they were more pliable. The woman's tongue immediately took over the game, his hand rested again on Dmitry's chest, but he clasped it in his palm and moved it down to his groin. What turned out to be under Marina's palm was not at all like what she felt through her husband's pants. Big and throbbing ... she tried to pull her back, but Dmitriy’s hand was bringing her back to her with a force pressed against the member. At some point, Marina again felt his palm on her inner thigh. His legs clenched convulsively again, Dmitry pulled away from the lips of a woman.

“Relax Marinochka’s legs,” Dmitri said, looking straight into her eyes, without a trace of embarrassment.
Marina sighed convulsively and closed her eyes, the man’s hand slowly crawled over her thigh, lifting up her dress. Her hand continued to mechanically stroke his cock through the pants, her thoughts were confused, her mind was fully focused on new sensations. Marina shuddered with a non-arbitrary sob, when Dmitri's fingers touched the innermost. Running on wet tights between her legs, the man began to massage the area of ​​the clitoris from time to time dropping below. Marina breathed loudly, squeezing his cock more tightly. Dmitri once again for a moment stuck to her lips and moving away from her, said quietly, - take the time to hurry the beauty, now the husband will return, and he is not ready yet. Coming out of the car, Dmitry exchanged a few phrases with the driver sitting on a bench and sat down beside him. Marina frantically tried to clean up. The scuffed dress and the smeared lipstick were the easiest, it was more difficult to calm the breath. Her face was burning, her cheeks were crimson, and in the eyes there was a sparkle of a woman who wanted closeness.

- What am I doing.Where did Seryozhka. - It seemed to Marina that a lot of time had passed.

At this time, Sergei ran down by jumping over the step, the thought that he left his wife for almost 15 minutes did not give him rest. At first, the girlfriend barely got up, it was not convenient to throw her on the stairs, so I had to trail on her, then he could not find their bag. Having jumped out into the street, Sergey took a deep breath, Dmitri and the driver sat on a bench and were talking about something.

- Here we go? - Getting up asked Dmitry.

Sergey just nodded and went to the car. Sergey and Marina rode in silence, closing their eyes and holding hands. Sergey recalled the last dance, Marina tried to calm down. Very much like intimacy, not that gentle and quick sex that she had with her husband, but rather rude and arrogant, as it was in “interesting” films. The lower abdomen pleasantly ached, and the hand still felt the pulsations of a large penis. The last phrase sounded in my head - “And he is not ready yet”, - Not ready for what? And if this is, then is it possible to be ready for this? Tomorrow my husband will wake up and what will he say? What else will happen today? Marina was afraid that she would not be able to refuse Dmitry if he continued at the same pace.

The car stopped, behind the fence stood a large two-story red brick house.

“Here we are,” Dmitri said, opening the gate. - Make yourself at home.