a couple in the living room, where we already sat with a couple of cocktails. She introduced our guests, although we already knew that their name was Dasha and Vitya.

“Misha,” I extended my hand to Vita. Vitya shook her shyly. Then I took Dasha’s hand and kissed it lightly. She did not understand what had happened, and then tried to pull out her hand, then stopped and flushed, completely embarrassed. I looked at my wife - she looked fiercely at Vitya.

“Make yourself comfortable,” the administrator girl began her speech, “rooms are already prepared on the second floor. Yours, Misha, will be closest to the stairs, and for you, Vitya, respectively - the next one.

We brought our belongings into the room and flopped with my wife on a plush double bed. We had half an hour to bathe, change clothes and go down to the living room again, where administrator Lena was already waiting for us. We quickly rinsed in the shower, I pulled on shorts and a T-shirt, deliberately not wearing panties, and my wife took out her favorite sarafan, lace panties and bra. My pious woman decided to go right in with heavy artillery - this sarafan barely covered up what should have been if it was put on and not moved. And if God forbid, sit in it or do something, then everyone had a beautiful view of the panties and what was under them.

Having dressed, we went downstairs. There, Vitya and Dasha were already waiting for us. I almost laughed - as they were in their robes, they remained - Vita had all the same pants and light shirt, and Dasha had a knee-length skirt and a blouse. Hmm, I thought, a hard case. Lena felt our mood and invited everyone to take a cocktail and talk. The conversation, frankly, did not stick at all - there was little to talk about, or rather, there wasn’t any conversation at all.

Chapter 3. The ice has broken

- Who wants to go to the kitchen and make us sandwiches? - asked Lena. I raised my hand at the same time as Dasha. The latter blushed and quickly removed her hand. - Well! - Lena continued. - Misha and Dasha let them go and make us sandwiches, but for now we will inspect the territory.

Dasha and I went to the kitchen - she stumbled, fought on the door-posts, in one word was strained to the limit. I jerked a bullet to the bar and made us a couple of cocktails. Returning to the kitchen, I found Dasha slowly slicing cheese and ham. She looked up at me and blushed again, embarrassed. It already began to anger me a little. Here we are not a kindergarten and not an institution of noble maidens!

I handed the cocktail to Dasha, she took it and drank it in one gulp. Hmm, maybe it's not so bad. When alcohol acted, Dasha blushed a little and cheered up. After a couple of minutes, she was already chatting about her mom, about her dad, dog, and so on. And I had a terrible feeling that, looking under her skirt, I would see polka-dot family underwear and pantaloons on them, not otherwise.

It was necessary to somehow solve this matter - if everything is so bad, then it is better to nip everything in the bud and not torture each other. Therefore, I approached Dasha from behind, leaned over her ear and whispered:

- Show what's under your skirt?

Dasha shuddered in surprise and fell into a stupor, transfixed with a knife in her hands. It seemed like an instant and she would chop me up for mincemeat. But, fortunately, my fears were not justified - Dasha put the knife on the table and without turning to me, slowly lifted the hem of her skirt. Under it were quite ordinary lace panties.I sighed with relief - the ice was broken, I will be in command of the parade!

I hugged Dasha by the shoulders and asked:

- How can I help you, my love?

Dasha was silent for a few seconds, catching the rules of the game, and answered me in tone:

- Darling, take the vegetables in the fridge and wash them, please.

No sooner said than done. I took cucumbers, tomatoes and some greens out of the fridge, washed them all and put them next to the cutting board on which Dasha was cutting food. She looked at me with gratitude, but this was not enough for me - I showed her that I needed to peck at her cheek for it. After showing the panties, it no longer seemed something scary, and Dasha smacked me on the lips.

I smiled and kissed Dasha back. She did not blush so much and even allowed herself to hug the waist. Finally, the sandwiches were ready, and we returned to the living room. There we were waited for by the crimson Victor, the crimson Lena and my contented wife. It turns out that while the administrator hesitated, my devout, without any preludes, got into his pants to poor Vita. I laughed when I heard about it. It looks like someone was determined.

Dasha and I sat opposite Viti, who somehow embraced my wife. The feeling was strange. On the one hand, it was the fact that my wife was being touched by someone else, and on the other hand, it infuriated me. Overpowering myself, I hugged Dasha and kissed me on the cheek. Vitya tensed, but the mischievous hand of my faithful, who was lying on his pants, quickly stopped the aggression with a couple of movements in the groin area.

It all started to stick somehow. We started sandwiches and, eating them on both cheeks, began to play some board games. Moreover, everything was arranged so that Dasha and I played against Viti and my wife. An hour later, Dasha and I were already tearing to pieces the rival team. Dasha's eyes burned with excitement. It was necessary to seize the moment!

Chapter 4. Convergence

I offered to take a break and relax in my rooms. After that, he took Dasha by the hand and led her to his room. Dasha didn’t particularly resist, after we were united by some joint actions, she started to trust me almost without fear. Going into the room and closing the door behind us, we looked at each other. Dasha was already about to be creased at the door. I told her to undress and run to the shower. Among my benevolent linen, I found a transparent dressing gown and handed it to Dasha when she came out of the shower. I myself quickly rinsed and lay down naked along with Dasha under a light sheet on the smartest bed. Dasha blushed again, but smiled. We hugged and fell asleep.

Our dream lasted about two hours and it was already beginning to dawn outside the window. I opened my eyes - Dasha was sleeping peacefully on my chest. We came closer together by leaps and bounds. This is not the desired result, but progress has been evident. Finally, Dasha opened her eyes, saw my nakedness and disappeared again. I gently took her hand and put it on my dick. Embarrassed, Dasha began to embarrass and monotonously stroke him. I pulled her hand a little lower on the testicles. Little by little, Dasha’s hand relaxed and movements became less constrained. After a couple of minutes, my dick was already standing, ready for sex.

Dasha lay down on her back, folded her arms over her chest, spread her legs and closed her eyes. I froze for a second. What was it?! Then it dawned on me that this was about the way she had sex with her husband. Oh God, I guessed that everything is running, but so much so? I removed her hands from my chest, forcing them to twist them around my neck, and kissed Dasha firmly on the lips. She did not understand what I was doing, and I kissed her lips, neck, earlobe. My lips went down to her chest, which was almost completely translucent through the penoir - I untied the belt and helped get rid of excess clothing.

I sucked Dasha's delicious nipples, crushed her breasts, forcing my new darling to moan slightly. It seemed that all these caresses for her were for the first time, which turned me on even more than the pussy covered with lightweight, to which I was drawn more and more. My hands slipped under Dasha's ass and squeezed her buns. Dasha screamed and immediately fell silent with shame. My lips slid even lower - to the pussy.I inhaled the aroma of Dasha's bosom and froze - I don’t remember that once I had the tower pussy smashed so much.

My tongue quickly went down to the cherished hole and entered it. Dasha bent and grabbed my hair, not letting me lift my head and begging me to continue. My tongue came in and out of the wet hole, giving the girl an unearthly pleasure, but the time was to start the main course - I kissed Dasha on the lips, giving her the opportunity to taste her pussy, then pushed into the pussy and froze. Dasha was trembling slightly, but in time she pulled herself together and remembered what I was teaching her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.

“Good girl,” I whispered, and continued to fuck young pussy. Dasha first moaned slightly from pleasure, but with each blow of my testicles about her ass, the volume of moans increased - even a little bit and already the whole house heard Dasha groaning. She clutched the nails in my back and begged for more and more. But learning has not yet ended, but it began. Therefore, I froze again. Dasha looked at me blankly:

- Why did you stop? Come on! Keep going

I smiled:

- What do you want me to continue?

She blushed:

- Love! Love me!

- No, that will not do. I can only fuck. Do you want me to fuck you?

- Yes! - shouted Dasha.

- Ask me about it.

- Fuck me, please!

The first phase was clean, now add toppings and everything will be in chocolate:

- Do you know who the fuck is?

“No,” answered Dasha plaintively.

- Fuck only sluts. Will you be my slut? - I asked Dasha. Even without words, I knew the answer.

- Yes! I will be your slut! Fuck me please! - already screamed Dasha.

I was pleased to continue to fuck a member of an innocent girl. Literally a couple of movements, and Dasha rapidly finished. Looking at the limp body, I decided not to finish what I started and wait for the departure of the houses.

Half an hour later we were redeemed and met again in the living room. Vitya was sitting with dumbfounded eyes, my contented wife was sitting next to him. And Lena, who is an administrator, looked at us questioningly.

“I agree,” I said, looking at my little wife.

“I agree,” said my wife.

“And I agree,” Dasha said.

- And I ... - Vitya said with difficulty.

“Well, then,” said Helen, “sign here and here, and then quickly pack up and run to the taxi!”

My wife and I crossed near the room on the second floor, and I asked, unable to bear it:

“What did you do to him?”

“Sucked him,” his wife replied with a playful laugh.

Dasha and I sat in the minibus for the last seats, after which he took us to a meeting with a week of new life. Dark glasses hid us from others, and I proceeded to the second phase. I unzipped my pants shorts and showed Dasha my dick. She looked at me blankly. I tilted her head to my baby with a slight movement of my hand and made her take the head in her mouth.

“We'll have to swallow,” I whispered in her ear. With habitual movements, I began to podrachivat your penis, not allowing Dasha to release the head from her mouth, and after a couple of moments I was discharged into her mouth. The poor girl coughed from such an abundance of sperm. I made her swallow everything, then handed her a napkin and we drove home.