Prologue.

We once again sat with friends at the table and played cards. For some reason, in our company feasts often ended with just this kind of leisure. Utensils were raked off the table, and we sat around. We played for small money so that the loser would not be so sad. The most popular game recently was - “twenty-one” or “point” in the common people.

I once again lost, but thanks to my wife, in general, our family bank kept afloat. For tomorrow, I once again analyzed my loss and realized that I am constantly keen on, especially if I’m tipsy. I even already knew the perfect strategy of the game, but all the same - “brute force” - that was my most frequent diagnosis.

My devout beauty, Lena, on the contrary, never lost her head, and even in a state of intoxication, she repeatedly broke the bank. However, that is why in her 25 years she was already the right hand of the chief accountant in a large company. Generally I wonder how I managed to marry her. Good girl, beautiful, well cooks. And the logic ... they say it is absent in women. Not. Here she was abundant. We had everything planned out. From the menu for the day after breakfast until the birth of the child, when she turns 28 years old and she will already be the chief accountant. And looking at her exact execution of all plans, I did not in the least doubt it. However, she married me, too, according to the plan. I had to leave at the age of twenty - at the age of twenty and left.

Perhaps this is where our first family problem appeared. The further, the more I was enraged that I knew in advance what and how we would be. Even in bed, everything became ordinary and clear. I knew all her erogenous zones, she knew how to please me. In the evenings, they quickly brought each other to orgasm and sleep: “because tomorrow is a difficult day and you need to sleep.” Even when I started talking about a monotonous and boring life with a hint that this could lead to treason, she was as always logical:

- If you change me the first time, you decide that this is normal and you will continue to change. Someday I will find out about it, and we will divorce. Think well if you are going to the left.

And I did not change. But constantly thinking about it. Not that there was any need for it. As I said physiologically, we were completely satisfied with each other. But there was some growing emotional hunger. I wanted a shake. And I wanted to shake up not only myself, but also her. Knock her out, make her stop evaluating all his actions only rationally. In the end, change the costumes to something frivolously feminine. However, thanks to her chic figure, even in office clothes, she looked very sexy.

And on all my attempts to change her clothes, she was categorically logical:

“In such clothes, the chef (your friends, parents, ... need to emphasize) will see in me some kind of davalka, and not a specialist (your wife, ..., ...).

Here is such a long preamble. I would also like to tell a lot about us, but in order to understand my moral torment, I think this will be enough. And, perhaps, the reader will be able to understand my further actions.

So, in order to somehow stir up the fire of our family life, I decided to take matters into my own hands and shake the unshakable moral foundations of my faithful.

The first and simplest thing was to “accidentally” win a ticket to one of the warm countries on the seashore. By the way, we have never traveled abroad before; there were always some vital and very logical exercises for the holidays. Therefore, I decided that the flight from our cold to the shore of the warm sea would be a great start to change our life with Lena.

I realize that in all that happened to us further my great merit (or guilt, looking at how to look at it).But they say that if you want something very badly, then it will happen. And I longed to break the ice of my cold and calculating wife and turn her into a passionate, if not always thinking head, woman. I am afraid that this is my desire, and, of course, the beauty of my wife began to attract the following events, which stuck together in a snowball and turned into an avalanche that swept through our family idyll.

Chapter one. Point. Shortage

During the flight, the men, looking at the appetizing roundness of my wife, salivated and looked enviously after us. I have repeatedly noticed this before at parties, holidays and other joint events.

Lena easily kept up the conversation, sometimes even flirted, but she always knew where to stop the overbearing boyfriend, so I had no problems with the outstanding appearance of my wife.

Yes, and somehow we had a silent agreement, nobody had anything against flirtation, but everyone had to know when to stop and in time.

As for the bed, here Lena was very conservative. Very reluctant to go on experiments. Her favorite phrase was again:

- How can you offer me this? I am your wife, not any slut.

It seemed to me that while we are young, beautiful and healthy, we simply have to try something new. And I really hoped that I could stir up my spouse a little during our holiday. Therefore, for myself, I decided to support my wife’s flirtation in every possible way and try to provoke her into bold experiments.

I started the preparation for this still at home. When we were just going on a trip, I threw a lot of things from her wardrobe, which she refused to wear. Beautiful things she liked, like all women. She bought them, but when she came home and, trying on her delicious roundness, Lena found them too depraved. I hoped to persuade her to start putting on these things on vacation, taking advantage of the fact that there are no our acquaintances here and she does not need to be shy about anyone.

Lena received her first lesson before reaching the hotel. At the exit from the airport we were met by a very bright girl who introduced herself as our guide. Carried out to the bus and all the way told us about the beauty of these places. Her natural beauty, seasoned with bright makeup, was complemented by a white T-shirt, through which her nipples were guessed. Hips tight tight leggings, exposing every fold of beautiful ass.

Lena, to whom the surrounding men were staring, was immediately forgotten. The eyes of men eagerly groped for a new object of passion.

“Dressed like a prostitute,” Lena whispered indignantly.

- Just knows how to file yourself. You also like it when men admire you. Yes, and I like it when they look at you with such looks.

- Well, I do not know ... In my opinion, it is vulgar.

- Do you remember, you have an extra button on your blouse unbuttoned when we passed the passport control? I wonder how he didn’t fill it with his saliva when you flashed your breast in front of him. Well, admit it, you also like it when men look at it with such a look.

Lena blushed and nodded slightly.

The bus stopped near our hotel. The girl checked the list and sent us to the exit. Pulling out the suitcases, I accidentally touched my wife, and the small button unzipped again, revealing a beautiful hollow between the hemispheres of my wife.

The bus roared with a motor, intending to lead our sexy guide and other tourists away from us. Male faces clung to the windows, some even waved saying goodbye.

“Wave to them,” I said, watching with pleasure as the heavy breasts of my wife sway with her hand.

- Oh! - Lena followed my gaze and saw the unbuttoned top of her blouse.

- Come on. Hot. Leave it like that. Anyway, tomorrow, everyone who wants you in a swimsuit will see.

My wife looked at me strangely, but did not button her blouse.

A tall man in a corporate suit came up to us and offered to carry the suitcases. Taking the bag of my wife, he glanced at its roundness. I turned away and pretended to admire nature.

Check in was quick and we got into the room without incident ....