Going downstairs, Sergey and Marina greeted Dmitry, who was finishing his coffee, sitting at the table.

- How did you sleep? - he smiled.

- Fine, - Marina smiled in response.

- You are here, and I must go. I ordered a taxi for you at ten o'clock, I will arrive in an hour. - I looked at the clock Dmitry.

- Have breakfast, get ready, I'll come up a little later, right on holiday. Taxi driver address knows where to deliver. See you later - and Dmitry went out.

Marina and Sergey sat down at the table, and Marina began to study with interest what they were offered for breakfast. A little snack and drinking coffee, the couple climbed into the room. Sergey clicked on the TV remote while Marina was dressing and putting the final touches.

“What a fool I am,” she thought, “why didn't I take stockings?”

She suddenly remembered how yesterday in the car ... - And if I were not in pantyhose !? - Marina presented how Dmitry touches her panties, and then pushes them aside and ... She immediately tried to drive away these thoughts.

“Today, we just need stockings,” Marina decided.

- Serge, we need to stop by the store. She said loudly from the bathroom.

- What for? - did not understand Sergey.

- I did not take tights for this dress.

Sergey did not even attach any meaning to these words.

“Let's say a taxi driver, we'll stop on the way.”

- Get dressed, I'm almost ready. Sergey quickly pulled on his shirt and pants.

- And here I am, - Marina came out of the bathroom.

Sergey looked at his spouse. A light blue dress just above the knee sat on Marina perfectly, and small translucent inserts of the same color on the hips and chest attracted the eye. High-heeled shoes complemented the already beautiful picture.

- How beautiful you are with me. - Sergey said, - trying to kiss her.

- No, no, no - Marina deftly dodged, - now you will spread everything. - Come on, we still have to shop.

- Sergey sighed with regret.

“And without pantyhose, well,” he said.

- It was necessary then to go to the solarium. - answered Marina.

Sergei did not argue and insist, if only his wife was comfortable.

They reached the store quickly enough, Marina jumped out of a taxi leaving her husband in the car, about fifteen minutes later she returned with the package in her hands. The car started, and Sergey looked questioningly at his wife.

- The body color was only stockings. - Marina answered the dumb question and, sitting in the back seat, began to put on stockings. With bated breath, Sergey watched his wife slowly stretching an almost transparent fabric on the graceful leg, lifting up the hem of the dress higher and higher. He, like any other man, really liked this process. Sergei suddenly remembered that the driver in the car. Sneaking after looking at him, Sergei saw him throwing interested looks in the mirror, but Marina, holding the dress up specially, so that the panties were slowly visible, straightened the openwork gum. She saw the reaction of Sergei, saw his confusion and enjoyed the situation. She liked more than the fact that another man sees it, but that her husband sees it all. Specially teasing him, she began to wear a second stocking with a smile, looking straight into his eyes. Sergei was completely taken aback, he glanced at the driver, now at his wife. The member quickly stood up, his breath caught.

“She specially ... He sees everything,” Sergey thought frantically. The pants became uncomfortable, unbearably wanted to touch the penis. Marina straightened the gum, and then the hem of the dress, immediately turning into a modest married woman.

“I love you,” she smacked Sergey on the cheek and immediately erased the traces of lipstick. Sergey did not say anything and drove in silence, thinking about what had happened.

The cafe was already full of people, and a girlfriend waved to them from around the table.

“Come to us,” she shouted, “trying to shout down the noise of guests.”

Marina and Sergey sat next to each other.

- How are you visiting? - Olga asked, with an incomprehensible smile.

- Well, - answered Marina and looked inquiringly at her friend.

“Well, well,” Olga with a barely perceptible grin looked at Sergey and changed the subject.

The sequel began, the guests raised their glasses for the young, danced and took part in very spicy wedding competitions. Marina, as on the eve of it, did not have a release in the cavaliers, she, while chatting with Olga, imperceptibly for her husband, covering the audience with a glance, thought where Dmitry had gone. Finally, at the beginning of the next slow song, a voice rang out at the table:

- Allow me to invite a girl to dance? - Dmitry spoke clearly to Sergey. Sergey had no choice but to nod in response, and Dmitri, taking Marina by the hand, led him into a cluster of dancing couples. Sergey tensely, without taking his eyes off, watched his wife leave, as having stopped Dmitry with one hand gently hugs Marina behind her back, and the second ...

Marina happily fluttered out from the table, - at last he came, - she thought, following Dmitry.

He did not take her far away, and reaching the dancers, the pair slowly spun to the music. Sergey watched as Dmitri says something in Marina's ear, and she replies laughing. He did not disband his hands, he behaved quite decently, and Sergei began to calm down.

“Let's go dancing,” he suddenly heard the words of Olga, who had just returned to the table. - Are not you afraid to let her go with such a prominent man? She asked, already in dance.

Sergey only shrugged. He did not know what to answer, especially since there was a feeling that there was a question with some kind of subtext.

- But you must? He suddenly asked after a while.

“If I were a peasant, I would definitely try a piece of this sweet cake,” Olga laughed. “Very large spoon,” she added thoughtfully.

The dance is over, Sergey and Marina met at the table. It was obvious that Marina liked the dance, she happily waved her hands at herself trying to cool off, while Sergei sat silently, trying to understand what Olga meant.

- Seryozh, are you not sulking at me? - Marina hugged her husband. - it's just a dance.

- Of course not, - Sergey kissed her on the cheek. - I love you.

In response, Marina kissed her husband with a corner of her lips - do you remember what you allowed me yesterday? - She whispered in his ear and put her hand on his leg, as if accidentally touching her penis fingers.

Sergei hesitated, of course, he remembered yesterday in the smallest details and now two feelings were fighting in him, wild jealousy and great excitement. He tried not to think how it would all end, he just wanted to once again experience the mixture of emotions that he tried yesterday.

- Yes, - he could hardly squeeze out of himself.

- And what? Marina also enjoyed the moment, this husband’s indecision, the ability to control him a little, to make him make her decisions in relation to how she thought flirting was very exciting.

- I want you to tell me this, she whispered again.

Sergey was silent, he could not decide to say it.

- My good, Seryozhenka, - Marina whispered, - I see that you like it, but I do it only for you, I love you very, very much. She imperceptibly to others touched the trousers to the member of Sergey, the member immediately responded.

- Remember how we felt good yesterday, I will be yours again tonight, it's just a game.

“Tell me tell me,” she whispered again.

- Stop hugging, - Olga's voice rang out, - now they will bring a cake.

While the guests were bargaining and then eating the cake, the young invited everyone to the barbecue tomorrow and in the evening to the local club.

- How are you? are you going? - Olga Marina asked Sergey. “Of course,” Marina replied immediately, “we will sleep and relax at home, once we have arrived to have fun.”

Two girlfriends cheerfully chatted about something when the host announced a white dance. Olga and her husband immediately went to dance. Marina took Sergey by the hand and said quietly, “I went,” and added a smack on the cheek in a whisper, “don't be jealous, I love only you.”

Sergey sat and watched his wife go to the standing ...