it felt like someone put bricks in there.

No matter how it was there, but after half an hour the base for the salad was ready, seasoned with olive oil and apple cider vinegar and also sent to the backpack. When we put on our backpacks and took the bags in our hands, laughter broke through me - we looked exactly like summer residents in the summer.

Fortunately, the way to the car was not long - in ten minutes we left the parking lot. Having built the way on the navigator, I carefully left the courtyard on our wide multi-lane road and, having pressed the gas pedal to the floor, I gave our old Ford some warm up.

There were practically no cars on early Saturday morning, so in fifteen minutes we were circling around the proposed forest belt. But the situation we had was akin to the Krylov fable about the fox and the grapes - “he sees the eye, but the tooth is nymet”. The fact is that there was no visible entrance, and all the dirt roads were blocked by pillars. When once again driving along the same route, I noticed that one of the passages, hidden away, was still open.

So here is the uncomplicated way we entered the forest. The road was very uneven - a mixture of sand and soil was a kind of "lunar soil" with a lot of holes and hillocks.

“I would have stopped here already,” my wife told me, as soon as we entered the forest.

- Ok, but let's try to drive a little further.

“Sawing” along the dirt road, I turned right at the next fork and saw that the side of the road was going down a clearing that was almost completely hidden from the road behind the bushes.

“We’ll go here,” I said, turning into the path leading to the clearing. And indeed, quite by chance I managed to find a very good place that was wide enough for both to fry kebabs and to put the car. And even the “penny” for playing badminton was also.

Having unloaded all the things from the car, we spread a gymnastic mat on a log - the log was rather damp and a little dirty. Therefore, it is better to have a rug soiled than we. After suffering about five minutes with a brazier (I couldn’t manage to fit the legs at all), finally everything was ready: I ​​put the wick on the bottom of the brazier, put a pile of coal on top and set fire to the whole structure.

It took about ten minutes before we had hot coals.

“I can’t stand it anymore,” said his wife, pulling ready-made sausages from a backpack. “Sorry, but we didn't have breakfast.”

“I agree,” I replied, and sent the first candidates for frying to the grill grate. The heat was so strong that the sausages instantly burst from the heat. And even though they were still cold inside, somehow we didn’t care - hunger did its job. And even semi-cold sausages went perfectly with cake and ketchup. After about ten minutes, the stocks of finished products have dried up. But on the other hand, the heat was already less.

- Let's try to fry the chicken? - asked wife.

“Yeah," I nodded. We laid out the marinated chicken breast on the rack and began to observe the cooking process. Pretty soon, we already had a mountain of steaming fillet, which we collected in a plastic container and “allowed to rest”. While the meat was “resting,” I laid out the squid. It is generally a capricious product - just gape, and it instantly turns into rubber grip. Therefore, I literally for a minute gave pieces of squid on each side and put them in a similar plastic container.

“We must try the chicken,” I said, setting the container with the squid aside. Wife nodded approvingly. The meat turned out to be tender and juicy - the marinade went well under such meat. Is it worth mentioning that almost a kilo of fillets went in almost five minutes under our friendly champing?

When the stomach was full, came the turn of the squid. Frankly speaking, the basis of the salad could be eaten without the squid itself, but for the sake of the latter everything was started.My missus quickly cut the last ingredient into small strips, and the salad was ready.

- And this is delicious! - My wife said in surprise, trying what happened.

“Yeah,” I quipped. - Salad is tasty, but sometimes it is tasty suddenly!

I didn't have the strength to eat salad, so we took out the rackets and the shuttlecock from the car in order to “shake up” the food a little. I hasten to report to you that it was oh how not easy. The full stomach was stumbling downwards.

- Catch! - Shouted his wife, giving me the side of the shuttle.

- I catch! - I answered, beating off her insidious lunge.

The accuracy of my hits on the shuttlecock was tending to zero, while my missus beat off the feed without any problems. Half an hour later I was completely tired and prayed:

- Maybe rest?

- Yeah! I'm tired! This is not to engage you in sex, - my wife pinned me up.

We sat down on a log, breathing heavily, and looked at each other. Indescribable bliss was read on the face of my faithful.

- You're the best husband! - Finally she said, translating the spirit. - Thanks, dear.

I put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek. She smiled back and looked thoughtfully at the sky. And then it dawned on me:

- And let's do some sex!

- What are you, they will see us here, - his wife shook his head with displeasure.

- Yes, there is not a soul, - I replied, watching as far as the bushes the trio of cyclists passed, which stopped a hundred meters from us, on another glade. They were almost not visible, but I think that they saw us quite well. - Well ... You that, does not excite when someone spies on you.

“Not today,” the wife answered in a cool tone.

- And let us do this ...

Fortunately, the rear windows in the car were tinted, so I put my wife in the back seat, pulled off her shoes and slightly lowered my sweat pants, giving myself access to my pussy and ass.

“Only quickly,” his wife hissed at me and stopped short, because my dick had already entered her pussy. With each of my movements, her discontent was replaced by excitement, and her pussy became more and more pliable.

- Come on, dear, - quietly moaned my sweetheart, caressing his chest through a T-shirt.

“Show me your tits,” I rudely cut her off, already not very well aware of what was happening from arousal. It started me to fuck my wife in nature, when there are other vacationers very close to us, and, perhaps, they can guess why the car standing next door sways.

His wife obediently lifted her T-shirt and pulled her chest out of her bra. It brought me even more, and, apparently, brought my wife, as the pussy treacherously began to flow, filling my juicy ass with my juices and flowing onto the seat.

- Yes, Misha, come on! - already almost shouted wife, squirming under me. Clutching at me with her hands, she cried sweetly from an orgasm and went limp on a seat. I gently pulled away from her - I still did not want to finish our games.

- It was indecent! - the wife said in a mocked indignant tone, getting out of the car and pulling back her pants with panties.

“Extremely indecent,” I agreed.

The coals are almost burnt out and the heat was almost imperceptible. We still had food, but, to be honest, that in me, in my wife, I no longer climbed. We again sat down on a log and just watched as the remains of the coals burn out and go out.

- I have the best day today ... - my wife whispered to me.

I said nothing. In part, I was eaten up by my conscience, because not so much had to be put in the effort to get our relationship back on track. On the other hand, it also seemed to me that this day was some kind of unreal, because I did not think that I would get together for such an outing picnic, and with my wife.

The coals are already extinct and finally turned into dust. I got up from the log, poured them on the old fireplace, which was here in the meadow, and filled, just in case, all this with water. Ash hissed angrily at me, but it soon ended.

“If you want, we can go home already,” said his wife, getting up from the log. - We prepared the food, played badminton - the plan was fulfilled one hundred percent. Even a hundred, because of sex.

The day was in full swing, but I already wanted to go home - more and more often cars, bicycles were passing by our meadow, or people were just passing. Apparently, vacationers preferred to crawl out to rest after lunch.

- I think it's worth going.

My wife nodded and began to pack food and stuff in packages. The brazier was already cold, I lightly brushed it off with a napkin, in order to soil everything less, put it in a bag and threw it into the trunk. Ten minutes later we were sitting in the car, ready to go.

- We are waiting for something? My wife asked me.

“I think so,” I said slyly, smiling. - Take off your panties.

“Oh, this is your fetish,” the wife laughed, pulling off her sports pants along with her panties. - Can I even go home in my pants?

“I don't mind,” I replied, inhaling the aroma of my faithful's pussy, which had already been absorbed into her lace panties. The wife dutifully put on her pants, deliberately pulling them higher, so that through the tight black fabric clearly outlines the silhouette of her pussy.

- Can I go to the store like that? - already getting up asked my missus.

“It’s not possible, but necessary,” I replied, starting the engine and driving out of our secluded meadow.

We went on the road - the number of cars had already increased significantly, and, watching the road, I did not immediately notice that my little wife was breathing heavily. Turning to her, I was a little stunned - she selflessly masturbated, lowered her pants and did not pay attention to the fact that we are ahead of the machine on the left or on the right.

- Hands on your knees! - loudly interrupted the joy of my faithful me.

- Fu, byaka! - Offended by his wife, hiding pussy in pants.

Twenty minutes later we left the parking lot with things.

“We'll throw things home,” I said, “and then — to the store.”

Wife nodded approvingly. Apparently, it was started by the fact that now every passerby could appreciate her “camel foot”. We threw things home and went to the store, take some beer to the food that we prepared in nature. After a trip, I usually liked to relieve a little of the stress.

As if mocking me, my wife purposely constantly bent over in front of me in the store, as if accidentally rubbing her tummy against me. Unable to endure such a “mockery”, I quickly picked up what we needed and dragged the faithful to the cashier.

As soon as we went home and had time to take off shoes, my little wife immediately fell in front of me on her knees and lowered my pants began to selflessly suck my dick.

Playing the tongue with the head, as with the famous candy on a stick, she licked it, smacking her lips with pleasure, slowly and with pleasure drove the tongue from the testicles to the bridle. Then, without ceasing to smack, my little wife began to swallow a member, as far as she could, pondering him in time with her movements.

“I ... It's almost ...” I whispered, and my missus instantly put her face under a powerful stream of sperm. My dick spat after a two-day “starvation”, covering my wife’s face with sperm, hair, a T-shirt, and my missus did not stop nadrachivat member, squeezing everything until the last drop on herself. Then she licked her head with satisfaction and smiled and said:

- Now I just go to the shower.

And I remained standing in the corridor, dumbfounded by such a gift from my wife, looking at her rather wagging her ass and licking cum from her fingers going to the bathroom ...