1. Good at the cottage in the summer! Part 1
  2. Good at the cottage in the summer! Part 2
  3. Good at the cottage in the summer! Part 3

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- Sveta! Are you there soon?

A young girl of 25 years old looked with displeasure at the window of her summer house at her husband screaming at her. He and his friend Igor conjured at the brazier, removing the kebab just prepared. Two more guys, Sergey and Vlad, lounged next to each other on loungers, sipping beer. She hated these drunks with his friends: first, they always drank at their country house and had to do the rest after the sracha she had to do; secondly, of the women she was most often alone, and constantly caught on herself the sticky undressing glances of his friends, which made her uncomfortable, and her husband only dismissed her fears when she voiced them to him; thirdly, the husband always demanded that she watch over the dishes on the table, and she had to bring-carry dishes, in general, there was no time to rest.

And now he sent it for salt to the newly cooked kebab. Sveta took the salt shaker, opened it - it won't be enough. She decided to add more, but, after fumbling around the cabinets, she realized that there was no salt.

- Damn, the salt is almost over, that's all that's left! - She came out in a clearing in front of the house, showing open castor. Husband at this time went to the bath, standing on the other end of their site, apparently decided to melt the stove. Therefore, Seryoga, who was sitting next to me on a lounger, looked into the salt shaker.

“Enough for today,” he said authoritatively, while gazing at her second-size chest. It was July, it was very hot and Sveta, before the arrival of her husband's friends, walked in one minimalist swimsuit - to get a better tan. And then she pulled on only her shorts - she didn’t let the burning sun put on more linen. Therefore, it is not surprising that her waving breasts attracted Sergey's attention. The look of any other guy would rather flatten her, because any girl is pleased when men pay attention to her, but her husband’s friends were rather cynical and rude, they treated girls as second-rate people. She felt uncomfortable in their presence and could not understand her husband’s affection for them.

There was a very beautiful girl with blond long hair, a slender figure and a wasp waist. At the institute there was no release from the fans, but at the same time she led a rather modest lifestyle, probably because of the constant control of her parents. she lived with them until the last course. Therefore, the affair with Pavel, her husband, developed as if by canons: for six months they just met, she did not allow him to his body, although, of course, she was no longer a virgin and she herself really wanted closeness, but she checked him, then he met her parents liked them and only a year later they began to live together and that only after he made her an offer. He was an enviable groom: self-confident, calm, handsome and fairly well-off. Sveta, of course, gladly accepted his offer. The first year she fluttered from happiness like a butterfly, and then came the gray reality: Paul was a rather tough and strong-willed person and what at first seemed so nice turned to the other side. He demanded a perfect order, and Sveta sometimes found herself thinking that he perceived her more as a servant than as a wife. Sex, too, ceased to be that pleasant outlet that it was before: the husband in bed became rude over time, he stopped taking care of her pleasure, there was almost no prelude, he finished himself, turned to the wall and fell asleep, and Sveta, biting lips for resentment, finished to orgasm yourself with your fingers. And recently, he returned after some drunkenness, threw her on the bed, pulled off her shorts and tried to insert a member in the ass, breathing fume into her ear.Previously, they never tried anal sex, and, not expecting such a Light, almost suffocated from the pain, because he began to insert it sharply and without lubrication. That evening they had a fight, and the girl in tears went to sleep in another room. The next morning, he behaved as usual, did not even begin to apologize, which offended her even more. All this put a negative today, I didn’t want a kebab, nor alcohol, nor to bathe in the bathhouse, but only to go to the far edge of the summer cottage, lie down under the apple tree and dwell until evening.

She put the salt shaker on the table and wanted to leave the house, as her husband looked out of the waiting room and shouted:

- Svetka, bring the ignition, it is in one of the packages, near the stove!

“Of course, white lord,” the girl grumbled under her breath, heading back to the house.

At the stove there were a number of bags full of bags, brought in by the guys. Leaning down, she began to dig into them, looking for ignition. Suddenly, the ass was burned by the touch of someone's hand, sharply turning around, she saw Igor, a little plump, but not embarrassed by this and walking in some shorts, a friend of Paul. Grinning, he said:

- Move over, I know where he lies.

- Are you completely bummed, paw me? She cried angrily.

- Yes, I wanted to move you, to go to the package, and you turned your ass so hard that I missed by chance! - his justifying words did not match his expression. It was clear that he did it on purpose.

“A moron,” the girl scolded him, and walked away, offended, to the side.

Igor in one motion took the necessary ignition out of the bag and in a conciliatory way stretched it to her. She snatched it out of her hands and went to the bathhouse. There, her husband and Vlad shoved birch logs into the furnace, simultaneously discussing politics (she surrendered to them!).

“You're just in time,” Pavel took the ignition out of her hands and began to melt the oven.

Sveta understood that it does not make sense to talk about the incident that had just happened, because there is no evidence, but the feeling that the husband believes the guys more than her. But there was no desire to sit with his friends, so a good idea came to her mind:

- Paschenka, the salt is almost over, can I go to the store for a new one?

- So far from him, what for to hang around in this heat? - he retorted.

Indeed, their house was located on the very edge of the dacha society, then there was only a pine forest, and the nearest store was behind this forest in the village, about fifteen minutes walk, but it rarely went directly: it was scary and there was a bridge over a narrow river that kept on honest word. Therefore, she always walked through the dacha societies, making a decent circle, and the journey in one direction took at least an hour.

- At least I walk a little, but they came to the cottage, but we don’t get out of the fence! Yes, and your male conversations will not interfere. - Sveta wanted to take a longer walk, so that the guys got drunk and, the best option, maybe even fell asleep.

- Okay, go, only then buy another beer for tomorrow, I'm afraid we brought it a little.

Sveta, overjoyed, smacked her husband, and ran into the house. Having risen to the second floor (so that these lustful goats could not see her dressing up through the window), she took off her shorts and took off her swimsuit. Absolutely naked, she spun around the mirror, admiring her reflection: a smooth little pussy (the husband didn’t like it when the hairs were pricked and she was constantly depilating), standing busty 2 sizes, elastic butt that had long brown hair and a thin waist made an image of then nymphs! Having rummaged in things, she found only translucent white thongs, because they arrived for two days, and she didn’t take a lot of clothes with her. Well, that is, then we put on! Her outfit finished with a yellow sarafan, about mid-thigh. Of course, he was a little transparent, and if you look closely, you could even see her nipples, and the triangle of panties could be seen, but now half of the girls walk like that, she didn’t see anything wrong with that.

- Honey, I ran away! - She cried, going out of the gate. She was accompanied by the sticky glances of Sergey and Igor.

On any other day, Sveta would have gone a long way, but now she wanted to be cool, so she boldly turned into a path winding between bushes of maples, gradually replaced by pine trees. Moreover, on the way back, she decided to sit on a peony at the edge of the forest and wait for the darkness, enjoying peace and quiet. The coolness of the forest lay on her shoulders, giving ...

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