We both began to look around, checking to see if anyone else had heard it, but all the potential witnesses were passionate about their own conversations. But it was still flowers, because after the waitress brought a smoking teapot. Nikolay told us about his proposal:
- Did you somehow mention that besides sexwife, have you tried some of BDSM?
(I need to make an explanation here. Yulia and I tried BDSM, but only with each other. And I liked the lower role, but Julia didn’t work very well for me: like you lick her leg, but there is no sweetness of humiliation; , but regretting, without enthusiasm. Nicholas, of course, knew about this, because there were no secrets in our relations.)

Do you know why you have done poorly? All should be in their places. We all know here that Julia gets the most powerful orgasm when her floppy buns are bred to the side, they put a dick in her ass, coil her hair on her fist and fuck. Do you think she will get a buzz from what you smack? As for you, Pasha: I remember your strut in our last meeting. Strongly similar to the dominant guy who regularly gives his wife a proeb, and he himself would not mind feeling something in the ass? Admit to yourself that both of you are lower. It so happened that our sexual interests in BDSM with Lena also coincide - we both love to order and punish, that is, to dominate. I suggest trying to know yourself and help each other. A couple for a couple: I'm with Julia, and you're at Elena's disposal. Besides, Elena is bisexual, and Yulia, I remember, had pink fantasies?
Yulia had a lot of pink fantasies in her time, but BDSM in its pure form attracted her little. She was confused, because just that world, which she thought was behind the closed door of their bedroom, was discovered by another woman, who was looking at her without condemnation, but with a clear interest. I was silent because I saw the opportunity to embody all my fantasies: to see my wife with real Riding (I felt that sometimes I regretted her, and she would have liked more rigid domination), with a girl, and even to experience for myself such real submission.

Yulina's hands nervously tormented the napkins lying on the table in front of her, but before she was going to say no to this whole undertaking, they were covered with Elena's tanned palm, and her long fingers began to gently stroke Yulina's wrists.
- Do not rush to answer, we understand everything, - her voice was pleasant and convincing. “You have to be crazy to immediately agree to this,” she looked at me sharply, apparently realizing that one madman at this table was already there, “but instantly turning it off is not the best idea either. Think, what is there to be afraid of? If you do not like something, we will not climb into your life. Nobody knows anything except us. Here you can gain more than lose.
Either Elena's calm speech, or her manipulations with her hands calmed down Julia somewhat. She looked at everyone in turn and looked at me.

“I won’t even pretend that I don’t like the offer, but if this is too much for you, we can refuse,” I said bluntly.
- In general, you need to discuss it together and make an informed decision. If you agree, then I suggest to come over the weekend to our country house, where you can safely bring all our fantasies to life. Ask, give an answer by the evening of Friday, - said Nikolai, and we did not talk about it again.
The next couple of days were difficult for us, but as a result, on Saturday afternoon we stood in front of the gate of the Nikolai and Helen section and shook like a couple of virgins ...
“You are very clever with me,” I said to her. - Let's go there is nothing to hang around.
I took a few steps to the gate and rang the intercom. The fact that I was not afraid was not true, anxiety waves surged up on me with each beep.

“Maybe the house was wrong?”, I thought, and it was already reaching into my pocket for the phone to check the address, but Nikolay’s voice came out: “Come on, right along the avenue, we will meet you at the main entrance”.
The lock clicked, and we entered the territory. It was not particularly large, but the alley was really present. To her left was a swimming pool, now closed by an awning, and to the right a flower greenhouse, in which it was warm even now, judging by the trickles of water running down the glass walls. Right in front of us, about 20 meters from the gate, was a pretty three-story red-brick house with a dark green roof. More precisely, the house was a two-story, but the third floor was attached small turrets, making the building look like a castle. The door on the porch opened, and we hurried along the patterned paving slabs to the house.

Going into the house, we got into a small hallway, intended apparently only to take off shoes and take off outerwear. The door leading further into the house was open, and from there came the voice of the hostess:
- Pasha, Julia, look here for a second!
My wife and I were about to step into the room, but Nikolai repeated: “Just look in!” We saw a large spacious room across the threshold - the entire first floor we saw consisted of a living room covered with a light fluffy carpet. At the far wall, about eight meters from us, the owners of the house sat near the table. On the right, Nikolai is dressed in a polo and jeans, on the left is Elena in a t-shirt and short denim shorts, exposing barefoot legs thrown over one another. I was hypnotized by the sight of a woman’s slightly rocking foot for a few seconds, and I wasn’t immediately noticed a small stack lying on the table between them.

- Hello! Since you are here, it means that we accepted our offer, and we see no point in beating around. There must be a certain trait, having broken that you will not become Pasha and Julia, but our toys. In our case, it will be a carpet, - Elena pointed her hand to our feet. “You can only kneel on this carpet, leaving your clothes, pride and complexes in the hallway.” If you want to interrupt the action, you just have to say “Finish”, and we will stop, and after that we will never see each other. The choice is yours, wait! - and she turned to her husband, continuing the interrupted conversation, as if forgetting about our existence.

We went out into the hallway. Favorite looked as if her heart is now popping out of my chest, and I felt no better.

- If you are afraid, then ... - I stretched out my hand to soothingly stroke my beloved through my hair, but she abruptly leaned toward me, kissed a hickey, and she began to take off her jacket; I began to unbutton my coat, as if in a fog.