I paid off the taxi driver and jumped out of the car, walked around it, helped my wife to be free. Wife stretched, took a couple of deep breaths and reproachfully looked at me. More precisely, she just turned her head in my direction. But could I not, after 15 years of marriage, determine what her brown eyes express under her sunglasses?
- I have 2 options: either you are a great loser, or you chickened out. and it was an attempt at sabotage.
- That is, whatever one may blame me ?!
- And who ordered this fucking taxi?
You do not think, I know how to order a taxi! I told the dispatcher all the fundamentally important things (comfort class, non-smoking lounge, Russian driver). Yes, and they did not let us down (as sometimes happens): a young guy arrived at a relatively new volvo, drove carefully and took us to the place without traffic jams. But who could have imagined that a car with a flavoring from which the wife feels is going to hit 115 km?

- I thought this fragrance disappeared 5 years ago. So if you like, then a loser, but in any case not a coward! - I tapped my foot in the snow and pictured my chest out.
“Well, okay, I’m already better,” the blush began to return to her cheeks, the snub-nosed nose took several sharp breaths and the neat lips tinted with brownish lipstick broke up in a smile. - Look, what a beauty! And the air!
I agreed with Julia. We were, as already reported, 115 km from the city, near the Finnish border. So the slush and the temperature around zero replaced the blindingly white snow and frost, causing this snow to creak under my boots and her boots. The terrain was hilly, but we were on an elevation from which it was possible to discern the distance in the distance, cutting a white canvas in a dark strip. The road along which we got here from the road was not visible, but it was guessed by the thinning in the frequent pine forest, which made the air drunkenly saturated for a city person. Provident Julia was in sunglasses, but I squinted, looking at the reflection of the bright winter sun from the snow.

- Yes, lepota! But it's better to look here - I turned 180 degrees and looked at the black metal fence with relief.
- And what is there, actually, to look at? The fence and the fence, nothing more can be seen, - the spouse looked to the right, where the three-meter professional sheet rested against the forest, and to the left, where it ended in a hundred meters from us.
- Zaborishche! - I confirmed. “You’ll never find out from here what is going on behind it, only if you climb a pine tree.” In such places you, madam, have not been fucked yet, - I smiled at my wife.
“This time it was not you, but us,” she joked nervously with a quote from a famous movie. - Actually, it’s somehow dumb. If it were not for the forces spent on the road, I would have jumped, to be honest.
“Oh, come on, as you usually start,” I hugged Yulia around the waist. - People, in general, friends, just a new experience. And when you were not afraid of something new and did not want to get off ...?

Julia I had a great clever. Arriving to go to college from a small town, she brought with her, in addition to a pair of suitcases, the ability to have sex in a missionary position and take a dick in her mouth (I can't call it a blowjob), but the main thing was a keen interest in sex, which should pretty healthy 17-year-old girl. After our acquaintance, we began to expand its horizons smoothly: we added new poses; taught to suck and swallow; taught not to clamp, but wind up from slapping on the ass; We went to the sex shop, where she, blushing, pointed with a finger at the first vibrator, and I, blushing, bought it. It was a fucking 13 centimeter red Chinese-made dildo that, when vibrations were turned on, made such sounds that even my deaf father (and we lived with my parents) ran between the fridge and the washer looking for a source of rattling.But most importantly, the girl defiantly sucked my fighter, while I was wielding a vibrator in her pussy, and her violent orgasms were better than a thousand words talking about an inner desire to surrender to more than one man.

About a year was taken by the preparation for this action: we laid out her erotic, and after that, frankly pornographic pictures into the network, where hundreds of men were extremely enthusiastic about my beauty. She responded to their comments with a blush on her cheeks and a flaming flap in her eyes. Once, we sent another batch of photos and read the comments to them. Although reading is not the most appropriate word in this case. There were no parents at home, so we sipped wine and sat in a computer chair naked. She is on me, I am in her. This was our favorite sweet torture: she was sitting with her back to me, her hands were lying on the table; I was also given the freedom to kiss the face, ears, neck or back of my girl, stroke the tummy, twist the little pink nipples on her second size, tease hard clit. When we approached the very verge of orgasm, I firmly pressed her hips to my own, holding both hands by the waist, and we both languished and moaned, not moving, so as not to stop their torment. And now I was holding myself with my eyes closed so as not to finish, hearing the mouse clicking on Yulia in the hands, when suddenly, she began to moan loudly, her pussy twitched, and warm trickles flowed down my legs. From this I could not resist and also began to end powerfully. A minute later, while she was breathing heavily, leaning on the table, I decided to see what brought my beloved to such a degree of arousal.

There was a photo on the screen, where Julia was squatting against the wall with her legs wide apart. Dressed, or rather shod, she was only in blue shoes with thin heels; her pussy opened seductively and glistened with juices. Her face was hidden by large sunglasses and an unrefined banana, which she kissed with her lips painted with bright red lipstick. Under the photo, there was a rather typical commentary: “Is my sucking off?” With an attached photo of the erect member. It seems to be nothing special, but I believe that this can be called our first time in three, because in my thoughts, my slut, as she later admitted, not only sucked, but swallowed, and then completely licked a member of a stranger, from which she was finished.

Without going into details, by the beginning of this week we came up with good experience in group sex, mainly sexwife. It is on the topic of sexwife, we created a questionnaire on a popular thematic resource, and subsequently met with Nicholas. He was an attractive Russian man of about forty. We knew little about what he was doing in everyday life, it was enough for us that we both liked him. He earned enough that all the meetings took place in hotels of a good level, and from the meetings Julia brought nice gifts in the form of sex toys, underwear and suits. He helped us go through all stages of sexwife, from threesome sex, continuing to take my wife away for a date, ending with the last meeting I attended, but was tied to a chair a meter away from the bed where my favorite was being dragged like the last whore . This experience was unexpectedly disturbing for us, so that as soon as we realized that we had free weekends, I wrote to Nicholas about it.

The latter offered to meet on Wednesday in a cafe, which was strange for our communication format, but since my wife and I worked next to each other, the proposed place was not far, we came to the meeting on Wednesday evening. Here we were in for the first surprise: a blonde with delicate features sat next to him. At first glance, she was about 30 years old, at the second she was still more, which, incidentally, did not spoil the beauty of the girl. The words of Nikolai were even more of a surprise for us:
- Lena, meet, this is a married couple Julia and Pavel. Julia, Pasha, this is my wife - Elena. - apparently it became clear from our faces how incomprehensible everything is to us, so he added with a smile, addressing me. - Calmly, my wife knows that I'm fucking yours.

So we were not ashamed since the purchase of the first vibrator ....