Waking up in the morning, for a long time I could not understand why my heart was so lousy and anxious. Husband lay behind my back and snuffled in my head. The air was torn from the hubbub of a bird, and the sun shyly peeked through the window of the tent, taken up by a fine net. I shivered chilly, in the morning it was cool. Lower abdomen ached unpleasantly. And then I remembered everything that happened last night. How lousy it was!

But there was no time to feel sorry for yourself. It was necessary to remove the traces of the crime: the stains of someone else’s sperm on her husband’s shirt, and I myself was, to put it mildly, not fresh. I could smell sex in the tent. Surely my Andrew will feel it as soon as he wakes up. And wonder how it happened that there was a smell, but there was no sex.

Maybe, of course, I was overly winding myself up, but an unclean conscience quickly drove me out of the tent, and on my toes in fresh dew drove me to the steep bank of the lake. The plan was simple: wash your shirt and bathe yourself. The water was very cold, as it seemed to me, but there was nothing to do. Glancing back, and making sure that no one was around, I pulled off my shirt and, knee-deep in the water, locked it up. Swimsuit stayed in the tent, well, to hell with it. There was no one on the lake. The rest of the fishermen, if they sat on their bridges, the coastal thickets reliably separated us. Squeezed the shirt and hung it on the bush to dry. And she herself, as she was naked, went into the water and, frantically holding her breath, took a dip.

Yes, the water is cold, but the pleasure is still indescribable. I splashed a little more, like a forest nymph, washing away the traces of an alien man from my body, and from my soul - despondency. From cold water, nipples clenched and stood like small pebbles.

Having splashed, I galloped to the shore, and carefully poked out over the bushes. No one. She did not begin to get her wet shirt on, and, holding her bare chest with her hands, she tiptoed to the tent.

- In, chick! The fire! - A man’s voice behind me made me scream and stand still. I immediately recognized my unexpected night lover. Looking back, I saw him behind the bushes. He stood in high rubber boots and dragged a fishing rod on his shoulder. Apparently, I was sitting somewhere nearby, and because of the high grass and bushes I did not see him.

“Hello,” I said stupidly, trying to cover the crotch with one hand. I'm so confused! We had to say something to him, somehow ask to leave what happened between us! I was scared that this man was so close to a sleeping husband. The question was spinning in his head, why did he come ?! Doesn't she understand that a husband can wake up at any moment ?!

And while in my head these thoughts were rushing like a flock of frightened birds, I continued to stand still, showing my figure to a man.

- Go, cover, - the man nodded approvingly towards the tent. Reddening painfully, as if I was standing and waiting for his permission, I slipped into the tent, showing him my back last. Idiotic situation. In the morning light, this man did not seem to me more sympathetic. Yes, large and well built. Yes, chopped facial features. But on such machos are mainly schoolgirls, I’ve somehow outgrown this age. Although perhaps I said offense for yesterday.

In the tent, another surprise awaited me: the husband woke up and was now blankly clapping at me, naked, with his eyes.

“Good morning,” she said, still red as a crab, frantically trying to find a swimsuit. The rest of the clothes stayed in the car.

Husband smiled as he ran through my body:

- Mmm, you're so fresh! Bathed? - he extended his hands to me, and I froze, not knowing what to do. The intentions of her husband were obvious: under a light veil, the morning erection was clearly visible. But how to explain to him that another man is five steps away from the tent ?! After all, then it will become obvious that I was walking naked before him!

Reluctantly, I yielded, and allowed me to throw myself on the floor of the tent. Andrew immediately climbed on me, so hot. His hands slid across my chest and thighs, caressing, warming me. His dick in shorts tightened and pressed on my stomach. To my surprise, I quickly wound up. Apparently, the unusual situation was affecting me - my husband almost caressed when a stranger ... Although what to call an outsider a person who possessed you literally a few hours ago. But be that as it may, I quickly wound up and started to moan shortly when my husband squeezed my chest, or rubbed my fingers in the crotch.

“Come to me,” I soon said to him, feeling that I was ready, and drew the pants from Andrei.

Husband burst into me like crazy. Fuck on the nature, apparently, and for him was a kind of extreme. I did not hold back, screamed. Surely, Vasily, still stood near the tent. Well, let him hear! This thought got me even more, and I dug a kiss into Andrew’s lips. His hands crushed my breasts, he went so deep. My aching after yesterday's womb, painfully responded to the invasion, but this pain was sweet. The husband was not so big, and therefore was tolerant. He swung and moved deep inside me, tightly pressed against his whole body. And I was unexpectedly visited by another thought - this is the third partner in some two days!

Less than a minute later, I whined at my husband's shoulder, squeezing his legs and trembling with his stomach and hips. I finished so fast! She lay back on her back, and allowed Andrei to continue, smiling to herself - I was turning into some kind of nymphomaniac!

By inertia, continuing to move my hips in a wavelike manner, I helped my husband to finish. He did it to me.

“Well, here,” I smiled tiredly at him, as soon as we caught our breath, “I have to go wash again ...”

My husband climbed out of the tent first, and I, remembering about our observer, listened warily. And there is! A few seconds later, I heard the embarrassed voice of her husband greeting the Basil. I covered my hand with my eyes. Although it was not quite a shame. At the thought that this man was standing nearby and heard me giving myself to my husband, some kind of unhealthy moral satisfaction twitched in my heart. He behaved so arrogantly and self-confidently last night, as if he had a right to me. So, let him know whose I ...

The men continued to mumble about something behind the tent wall, and I was already beginning to worry if Vasily would not speak of my nightly exploits. They could not be left alone. Words could not make out, and fueled by curiosity and anxiety, I still pulled on a swimsuit, and got out of the tent.

My husband looked at me with displeasure, as if hinting that he was not for company. Victor smiled rather, crawling up and down at me. Well, yes, the swimsuit was too open, but somehow I also had to get out of this damn tent! For myself, I decided that I would have enough tents for a lifetime.

I greeted Vasily with a neutral tone, implying that I saw a stranger in front of me, and chastenedly withdrew myself in the direction of the car for clothes. I tried not to wag my hips too much, feeling that the men were watching the track, and annoyed that the swimsuit pantyholes behind it hide almost nothing.

But be that as it may, and soon the three of us sat at our folding table and had breakfast. Andrew could not get rid of Vasya. He rather unceremoniously informed us that he would now bring smoked fish (this is in the morning, brr) and soon he consumed our supplies as a shareholder, making fun of fishing with her husband, and looking fondly at me.

I tried to look natural, but it was hardly possible for me to do it properly, because soon my husband began to throw suspicious glances at me. Andryusha was never stupid with me, and I never learned not to blush with embarrassment. All this, coupled with Vasya’s master's glances at my body, although now hidden in a tracksuit, clearly led him to some thoughts. Of course, even in his wildest suspicions, he will not be able to imagine what actually happened, but still ... Gradually, I came to the conclusion that I would have to tell my husband everything. Maybe after what happened with Victor, he ...will understand? Or not worth it?

From the conversation I learned that Vasily is working as a cutter for something ...