- Well, how? Did everyone choose? - trying to give a voice carefree tone, I asked.

“Yeah, Ashot Ivanovich gave me a few sets for me to advertise his shop,” Lena said, pointing to a bunch of bundles on the table and embarrassed.

Ashot took me aside and insinuatingly asked me if everything was alright and if he had brought me any inconvenience with his long fittings. I assured him that if my wife is happy with her shopping and new purchases, then I have nothing against it.

Ashot's face broke into a smile, he pulled a bottle of expensive cognac from under the counter and handed it to me:

- Come again or send the wife. Ashot Ivanovich will always find time for such wonderful people.

Coming out of the store, we did not agree to the side of the hotel. For some reason, all plans were forgotten to go through other boutiques. Lena was obviously trying to start a conversation about what happened. We have a very trusting relationship and we both believed that there were no topics in the family that could not be discussed and a solution was found. And now my wife tried to find the right words. On the contrary, I was not ready for this conversation and constantly translated the topic. Stupid? The wife has changed, and the husband is afraid of her recognition. I will try to explain.

I myself brought her to this shop not once persuading. If you stay on the legend that I went to other shops, it turns out he left a drunken, almost naked wife with a foreign man. And if I confess that he himself followed them through a computer and did not interfere in any way, then Lena’s reaction became little predictable for me. Therefore, until I decided on how to respond to recognition and what to say at the same time, I avoided any return of my wife to the theme of the store.

However, I myself at that moment did not understand much. My head was hammered with hammers, that my wife cheated on me and I myself was to blame for this.

While we got to the hotel - it's lunch time. In the din of the dining room, Lena did not dare to start a conversation, and then a new incident occurred to her.

Lena returned from the table with desserts excited:

- Seen behind me, the girl was in a sundress?

Still I would not see ... The red-haired girl in a thin flowery dress with no signs of underwear under him looked at, in my opinion, all the individuals of the male sex.

“I think she molested me,” continued my wife, “at first she rubbed at me, as if waiting in line for me.” Although the place was full. And then she started asking about everything and hinting that it was boring in the evenings and there were few interesting people.

I wanted to look at the girl, but she sat behind me with my face to Lena and I was uncomfortable to turn around, especially since they were constantly exchanging glances with my wife.

Suddenly my wife's eyes widened:

- Andrew, she is without panties!

The fact that she had no traces of underwear, I noticed even when she passed by. What and told his wife. But she added:

- Not. She spread her legs. It shows me its ice cream licks and looks me straight in the eyes.

I could not bear it and turned around. The girl, as if nothing had happened, continued to lick the ice cream and did not even put her legs together, smiling at the same time.

I looked at my wife again. She looked slightly pink with excitement, although she tried to hide it with her embarrassment.

- Nice girl. Like? - I asked.

- Hmm ... Well, yes, interesting.

- You are a success. Not only men, but also women are trying to seduce you here. Want to get to know each other better?

Lena blushed and looked scared at me. I myself was afraid that he blurted out too much. How could she not understand that I know about her treason.

- Well, I do not. That's not mine.If you cheat on you, then certainly not with a woman, ”said my wife.

Her words made me think. Does that mean with a man she is going again? Or just allow this opportunity? Surprisingly, instead of jealousy, these thoughts caused a sharp rush of blood just below the abdomen. This strange sensation was worth thinking about once more.

After lunch the sun peeped out, but it was still cool. On the beach did not go. We sat at the bar and continued tasting cocktails. Degree in us inexorably increased. Lena was thoughtful, but talking about what happened in the store no longer started. On the contrary, alcohol has weathered heavy thoughts, and it even seemed to me that I could easily find the right words to explain how I had framed my wife.

In order to get my beloved out of my time, I carried all sorts of nonsense, told jokes, incidents from life, and, at some point, even about how a local bartender offered me a "flesh explosion." The wife finally stopped hypnotizing the glass and listened with interest, looking to me, then to the pretty girl at the bar.

“And you never even thought about doing it?” - Suddenly interrupted my wife.

I eagerly began to convince her that I do not need anyone except his beloved.

She looked into my eyes for a long time about something thinking and suddenly gave out:

- I want to give you a gift! Order you this very flesh blast.

I was taken aback and fell silent. And she seemed to lose some kind of internal spring. She gulped down her cocktail and continued.

- I just want you to try it. Without thinking about anything and not asking why I want to. Do this for me?

I looked at her in confusion and did not know what to say. She took it as my consent. Did not call barmaid. Slid off the chair, and she went to her.

They talked, occasionally glancing at me. It seems that the wives did not often approach their wives with such an offer, so she looked at Lena with a doubt, shaking her head negatively. But when she got into her wallet and began to shove her money, which we did not have time to spend today, the girl nodded, and together they headed towards me.

The sun finally warmed the earth, the last visitors left the bar and headed towards the beach. The girl with the beautiful name Stella persistently called me to go around the bar and go to her.

I unlocked, frightened looking at his wife. Then Lena herself took me by the arm and dragged me by the bar.

“Lena, I can't do that,” I made the last attempt to refuse.

Lena understood this in her own way. She said that she would go to the room so as not to embarrass me and left the room without looking around.

I watched her go and began to reach me. Lena decided that if I change her too, then her remorse of conscience will torment her less. This thought stirred up quite recent memories in me, as Lena wriggled on the eve of an orgasm, strung on a member of a cunning bargainer. And along with wild jealousy member very quickly began to gain momentum.

Stella, who had just unbuttoned her fly and got out of it, my dignity took it so quickly to bring it into combat form at the expense of her beauty. Having published a rather “oooo”, she uncovered the head and began to wipe it with wet wipes. I first looked at her "workplace". Under the counter, everything was prepared for her extra work. On the shelf lay a pack of wet wipes, a roll of ordinary, a bottle of water, an urn (still empty) for the results of work, and even a small stool on which the bartender was placed.

Having conjured over my working body, the girl set to work with great skill. As I have already said, the spouse did not often indulge me with oral sex. Therefore, when I felt my dick suddenly fall down into Stella's throat, she managed to lick my testicles with her tongue, and even purring some tune I immediately forgot about my moral torments. Stella was good without a doubt, and only a decent dose of alcohol made me not be discharged in the very first minutes of my member's acquaintance with her skilled mouth. The only thing I did not like was the girl clearly ... Read more →