The story is written at the request of the reader, the names are changed. Events happened a few years ago. True story or not, I can not say.

My name is Anton, at the time of the events I was 33 years old, I was 175 years old, a black man, the most ordinary in my opinion. Irina, my wife, she is 32 years old, height 170, blond hair, with a good figure and beautiful breasts of the second size, not a model or a fat one.

It was June, Saturday, my wife and I enjoyed the freedom that fell on us - my wife's parents left for the sea, taking our son with us. During the day, we hit the lakes near the city. Swam, sunbathed ... In the evening we decided to have dinner by candlelight. Irinka did not want to cook, and we stopped at a supermarket, took a couple of salads, fried potatoes, baked meat, fruits, a couple of bottles of wine ... When we were already at the cash register, someone called me, and the voice was terribly familiar. I turned around - Ilya, my classmate, was standing in front of me. We have not seen him for many years, and I was very glad to see him.

- Ilyukha, hello! That's the meeting!

- Hello, Toch (so my name is some friends)! And I think: you or not you.

- How many we have not seen? Ten years or more?

- Yes, perhaps already more ...

We studied together with the whole school, then together we entered the university, but at different faculties. At first, we still overlapped, but then it became less common. In addition, in the fourth year he married, and we became even less likely to meet. And since the end of the institute, our paths have completely diverged.

- Listen, let's get together somehow? We chat ... So much time not seen ...

I would have invited him home right now, but I was not sure that my wife would like my idea.

- Come on! With pleasure...

“Why postpone,” - Ira entered our conversation here, “let's go visit us now.”

My wife is just sweetheart!

- And really, come to us? Let's sit, remember youth ...

- Yes? I am happy ... But I'm not alone, I'm with a friend ... This is Misha ...

“That's good,” the spouse said, “there will be a company for me too ...”

I had to stock up on a larger scale, except for the wine they also took vodka.

The houses quickly organized a table, sat in the hall, the four of them were cramped in the kitchen. Ilya and I began to remember our youth, classmates, friends ... We interrupted each other, recalling various occasions ... Irina and Mikhail first listened to us, then, apparently they were tired of our memories, and my wife suggested that Mikhail dance. Ilya and I cruised between the room and the balcony where we smoked and back. Ira and Misha both danced and just talked about something, and we couldn't talk too much ... After some time, the vodka was over, Mishka ran off again ...

- Ilya, what about Anya? Have you got a children?

- We divorced...

- How? Why?

I knew his wife well, she also studied with us in the same class. They were class friends from the eighth, and then married. Oh, and we walked at their wedding. And suddenly...

He silently got a new cigarette, lit it. His face became evil ... He was deeply inhibited, and looked far into the distance ...

- Why? Horn she instructed me ... That's why!

- What do you mean!

- I saw it myself with my own eyes! Creature!

I could not believe it. Such a pair was! Who would have thought. I did not know what to say.

- And what did she want? Found a freak!

He lit up again.

- Bitch! What did she find in him? Fuck

The news was unexpected and unbelievable. And at least to support him, he said:

- Do not worry! You'll see everything will be fine ... You'll find yourself ...

- Well, no ... I have enough ... All the women are bl ... and, - he continued, - They have only one thing in mind ... Let's go for a drink ...

We drank with him. His mood was spoiled ... And why did I ask about my wife? But I did not know about his problems!

- How are you? Does not change? - Ilya asked, when we again went to the balcony.

- Not!

- sure?

I was 100 percent sure in my Irochka even more. First, education. Her parents held her tight. We had no sex before the wedding ...Totally! So the first wedding night was in the truest sense of the word! And then the first time engaged only in the traditional position. I had to spend a lot of time to somehow diversify our sex life. The result was two more poses - for a dog, and she is on top ... And even she could not even dream of oral and anal sex. Every time I started a conversation about it, I received a categorical refusal ... It only remained to dream! Secondly, during our marriage, she never gave me the slightest excuse for jealousy.

- Sure!

- Oh? Baba, she is very even ... I do not believe that nobody would drive? Come on, a colleague at work pulls her up! And you are neither a dream nor a spirit ... I would ... - he hesitated a little, - I would have torn off her with great pleasure ...

- Not! - I said firmly, - I'm sure! Irinka is not like that!

- Come on ... I also believed ... And you see how it happened ... - he paused for a bit and added, - Maybe a bet?

- What a bet?

- And I think that she, like any woman, with a convenient case will spread her legs.

- Not! Just not my wife!

- Well, then bet?

And he extended his hand to me. I was so confident in my wife that without hesitation I accepted the challenge. Perhaps, at that moment, it was because I was a little drunk ... For a treasury, I would not agree to that ...

- For what?

- On cognac ... On a bottle of Hennesi.

- Come on!

- Only I have two conditions. The first. You do not bother me, no matter what I do. Even if it will seem to you that I am crossing all the borders ... And the second. If you stop, then you lose! I agree?

- Yes! And how will you ...

- This is my business ... Just do not bother ...

- What should I do?

- Nothing. Sit and watch. It would be nice if you went somewhere. It would be easier for me ... The main thing is not to interfere ... You will see everything yourself ...

We returned to the room. I already, in my heart, rubbed my hands, anticipating the victory and a bottle of brandy in the bargain!

Sat down at the table, drank, Ilya invited Ira to dance. I began to watch them closely, but nothing unusual happened. They just danced. Illya said something in my wife's ear, she laughed, sometimes nodding her head in response. Then with Irina Misha danced. Then they drank. They danced again. I sat and watched and noticed nothing at all. Ilya and Mishka took turns dancing with my wife, and that’s it, and nothing happened ... To occupy myself at least with something, I went to the bedroom, took a camera and started shooting. Drank again.

It took about 15 minutes after our conversation with Ilya, and then I noticed that Bear’s hand was lying on his wife’s buttock. Now she will ask him! But nothing happened ... He even lightly stroked Irkin's ass! Ira did not notice this at all. Then Ilya, during the dance, slowly began to knead his wife's ass. And again, no reaction! Moreover, she pressed herself against him, clasping her arms around her neck.

I felt a little uncomfortable. In principle, nothing like this happened, and I was sure that her wife was about to stop this liberty. But as time went on ... Ilya and Mishka already openly pawed my wife's ass - they got on and crushed her, and even tried to crawl their fingers under her shorts ... And all this happened before my eyes. I didn’t like it at all ... I regretted that I agreed to this bet. No, I didn’t doubt my Irina much ... But it was time to stop all this ... But on the other hand, I didn’t want to admit that I was a loser ... And besides, I was even afraid to admit that I was a little turned on. ..

I could not calmly look at the dancers and went out to the balcony to smoke and calm down a little. I was already smoking a third cigarette when Ilya went out onto the balcony.

- Well, how are you doing?

- You know, not bad ... Not even bad at all ... Your wife has such a nice ass to the touch ... And boobs, by the way, too!

From his words I was thrown into the sweat.