It always seemed to me that at thirty years life is just beginning. That by this age will appear solidity, money, success. And thanks to this, such opportunities will open up, which I was deprived of at twenty, twenty five, twenty seven, twenty nine ...

And here I am thirty. Life has gone down to the daily routine. Wife, work, home, children. The river, which so raged in youth - dried up, and the strength to deepen its course, did not remain. My expectations were not met.

Perhaps it is for the better, perhaps it should be so for a normal person. But I still wanted more. Namely, to satisfy that cherished dream of group sex, which tormented me from the very moment of my growing up.

The wife, with whom I shared my feelings about this, treated them with irony, completely not sharing my craving for them. Sometimes only in bed, playing along with, again, to my fantasies, she expressed the opinion that she would like to try a threesome. In the morning completely reject the words spoken at night.

But nevertheless I had a real feed of my wild imagination, from the side of my second half. When I left for a long time on a business trip, I left her at home with the child. And although I was completely confident in it, every time I returned I checked the history of working with the browser.

To tell the truth, I never climbed into her personal correspondence. And even when I saw a link to a male contact in the window, I missed it, by virtue of my conviction to the right to privacy. Much more interesting to me was something else. Namely, the video, which it periodically looked in my absence.

Initially, it was banal sex between a man and a woman. The most ordinary erotic. Then, after some time, my wife got a taste. Increasingly, she chose a video where the main character was a negro, and the heroine was a little girl. Further more.

Wife switched herself to the topic of group sex, and moreover interracial. In the search box, she increasingly typed the words: "gangbang, black, huge dick, rape, orgy." When I was watching these videos, I was very excited about what my baby was doing at that time.

Here are a Negro, with a huge cock for a couple with a friend skewer two bow petite blonde who groans under the pressure of inflated bodies. Here they plentifully finish porn actress on the face, and, probably, at the same moment, my dear, skillful fingers bring themselves to orgasm.

Ah ... if in reality to repeat this.

But, speaking at night again on this topic, I ran across familiar words: “I don’t need this. I miss you alone. Why do we need a third in bed? ” Yes, her lips whispered about the opposite, but I understood that in my little babe there lives a lustful bitch, thirsting for hard group sex.

Somehow getting along with her cold nature in bed and unsatisfied libido on the Internet, I managed to self-satisfaction watching videos that she herself used for masturbation. So far, at one point, I did not stumble upon an advertisement.

Holidays in Croatia for swingers and nudists. Private hotel, hidden in a remote lagoon on the Adriatic coast. The advertising booklet smelled of sex and was full of naked bodies. Price me more than pleased.

I called the agency, literally at that very moment; and a sweet girl operator reserved me a room for the whole of the next week.

- Olesya - That's the name of my wife. - We will fly to Zagreb on Friday.

I stunned my soul mate in the evening of the same day. To say that Olesya was not happy - to say nothing. We have not rested anywhere for a long time, losing our young years in search of money and care for a child. And as time I invited her to relax by the sea. She seemed to come to life. Naturally, I did not tell my wife that this hotel was designed for swingers and nudists.

Olesya, agreeing with the mother about the child, and taking work at home, the benefit that the accounting programs in her company allow it, devoted all her free time to choosing clothes for rest.

My wife visited all the boutiques of our city. Moreover, I gave her a card, asking not to limit myself to anything. Olesya bought herself several successful combinations of swimsuits and summer dresses. One of which I personally advised her to purchase. She agreed, although not very fond of short miniskirts. And the one on which I insisted, in general, can not even be called a skirt. So - a wide belt.

And here is the flight. Just a couple of hours on the road, and we are already in Zagreb, where the summer sun, pleasantly greeted us with a warm smile at the capital's airport. On the company bus, we proceeded to the tiny town of Rabac, from where we were taken on a luxurious yacht to Mali - Losinj island.

The whole trip to the hotel turned out to be very tedious, so finally, having reached the hotel, we barely checked in at the reception and went to have a rest in our room.

My attempts to make love were unsuccessful, because Olesya was really very tired and quickly fell asleep. But I tossed and turned for a long time, imagining what was waiting for us tomorrow, and, unable to withstand the pressure of my fantasies, I went down to the bar.

A young man stood behind the bar, rather a mulatto rather than an Afro-American, with huge protruding cheekbones and black curlicues on his head. He smiled affably in all his thirty-two bleached teeth and offered to drink a cocktail. I have not refused.

At such a late time in his institution, except for me, there was no one else, so I decided to ask a young man about this hotel, and most importantly, where to find the famous nudist beach that attracted me to advertising.

The bartender once again stretched out in a smile. And explained to me in detail how to proceed to the beach. He also told me that now is not the season for this type of holiday, and that there are not as many visitors to the hotel as he would like. But he nevertheless always fulfills his duties with quality, and sometimes does for the guest even more than is required of him.

I took the hint of a young man, and as I left, I left the euro five for a beggar.

My wife has been sleeping for a long time. On tiptoe, I approached her and kissed her clean lips affectionately. Olesya frowned slightly, without opening her eyes, and turned on her side. I proceeded to the balcony, from where came the fresh smell of the sea breeze.

A huge, in three Moscow, the Moon towered over the mountain range, illuminating the sea surface with a milky stripe. I took a full chest of air and thought to myself that even if nothing happens, it’s still good that we were able to get out of the dusty bustle in this paradise.

The next morning I woke up quite late. The cooled breakfast, served in bed, pleasantly pulled the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Wives in the room was not. I was once again convinced of this when I ran my hand through the place where I felt the warmth of her body at night.

Without getting out of bed, I reached for coffee. He took a few sips and bit his lip with pleasure. I have never tasted such exquisite taste in any coffee - Moscow House.

A second later, Olesya in a tracksuit flew into the room. Eyes bulging, hands covers his mouth, plops down on my bed and starts to laugh.

- Do not believe it!

- What?

- Now I went to the fitness room. I decided to work out before breakfast.

- and?

- And, in short, there were still a couple of girls. So here. Listen to music, swing ass. And suddenly a woman comes, she is about sixty. Naked! You imagine? And most importantly the other girls do not even look at her, as if everything is as it should be.

- What about you? Scared - ran away? - I decided to pin my soulmate.

- Not. You what She would have immediately understood that I left because of her. Not. I looked, everyone is engaged in the usual pace, and also continued. By the way, like coffee. - Olesya took her mug, which stood on a tray next to mine, and took a few sips. - Let's get up lazybone, and go for a swim, in vain that we have arrived. I'm still in the shower.

What a wonderful bathroom in this hotel, I said to myself the beauty of the interior object. Translucent ...