For a start I will introduce myself. My name is Kanat, my wife and I moved from a small village in Kazakhstan to Russia to the Urals. As soon as we got married we went to work, but over time, both of them found a good job. Bought, albeit small, but his apartment. Recently there was a car. In general, settled well. So we decided to invite relatives of my wife this summer. They have never been. However, the story is not about our life in Russia and not even about the arrival of relatives. It just started after we took them to Kazakhstan by car.

Excellent arrived, visited and the night set off on the way back. To justify the cost of gasoline, we stopped at the local bus station in search of fellow travelers. They hoped to find at least one or two people, but there were three companions at once. However, the car is big, everything is placed comfortably. At first two aunts approached us, to which we were immensely pleased. Wife immediately decided to go in the backseat to take a nap. In front, she constantly wakes up from the light of oncoming cars and then stares into the road.

While I was packing the passengers in the trunk, another man came up and managed to notice a sign indicating our city on the windshield. He asked for the price and, without bargaining, got into the salon, shifting my wife to the middle of the seat. I remember then my wife looked at me reproachfully, saying that now I’ll have to stick around. Yes, and I at that moment, even though I knew that it was worth refusing the peasant, but he hesitated a little and kept silent, trying not to notice the glance of his wife. And the extra money will not interfere with us, and the man could be offended if I began to chase those already sitting in the cabin. I did not want to conflict. By the way, as I said, the car allowed to easily accommodate three passengers. The man, however, was a major one. Yes, what can I say - healthy. Just head and shoulders above me. But the passenger sitting next to his wife was not fat at all. My Aigul and even more so. By the way, I did not describe us:

While we lived in our native village, I always considered myself of medium height. Slightly over sixty meters, but there were a lot of guys and less than me. However, when we arrived in the Urals, I began to seem to myself a bit too small, for some reason, here many people were almost a head taller. Aigulia was also not high, only getting up on his heels turned out to be of one height with me. But thanks to growth, her generally small, but standing chest, heaved high above the narrow waist and made men turn around. However, thanks to the same waist and ass did not seem small at all, despite the fact that there was not even fifty kilograms of weight in my wife. Lamb weight, joked once her father, hinting that you need to feed your wife better. But my Aigulia was too active. No matter how much I ate, I did not notice that the fat began to settle on the stomach or thighs. Maybe with the birth of children something will change, but for the time being we enjoyed each other and tried to get on our feet financially.

Our relatives cautiously reproached us that we were not in a hurry with the children, but we looked at our Russian neighbors and understood that we were not alone. When they started talking about children, we immediately remembered Aunt Nargiza, who by the age of thirty had got six children and lived with her parents, because her husband drank himself and began to take everything out of his house that was not lying well. She had no specialty, time to study or work, too. So the children grew up, walking in the castles of more prosperous relatives.

In the sexual life, we, too, probably differed from their relatives. However, this topic has always been tabooed in my family and in the Aiguli family. Therefore, as with sex, the situation was with them, we do not know. Everything was wonderful here, our young bodies gave each other affection almost every night. We were not shy about talking about sex or watching porn together.It is true there Aigul always wondered the size of manhood. It drove me into the paint due to the fact that my own member, alas, did not differ either in length or thickness. But I told my wife with conviction that people with ordinary members, like mine, simply don't get into pornography. Though I understood that mine is not even down to medium size. I do not know if Aigulya believed me for a word, and maybe she had already read somewhere on the Internet long ago or learned from her friends what size men’s organs usually are, but never tried to challenge my point of view. However, her narrow hole was sometimes so tight even for me, that her amazement at the sight of women strung together with hefty members was understandable.

As usual, I was distracted by details that are not needed in this story. As I said, we were leaving the bus station in the evening. We had to go a long way, and my wife was pinned to a hefty Russian peasant of about forty. On the other hand, she was supported by another aunt who buried herself in the telephone and probably played some kind of toy. I drove the car, glad that in Kazakhstan they finally began to build normal roads and sometimes cast a glance in the rearview mirror. Immediately stop and on the mirror. My wife, knowing my passion for the car, bought me a new mirror, which, in addition to the built-in video and audio player, also had a huge size (especially to watch movies in parking lots). If you turn it off, the shiny surface reflected not only the landscape, running away behind the car, but also most of the cabin. Nothing interesting happened in the mirror. In the evening twilight it was clear that the passengers were still awake, but were already starting to nod off, rocked by the road. The man, whose broad shoulders squeezed my sweet for the middle of the chair, put his hand on the headrest, behind the heads of women. The space immediately became larger and apparently Aigulya, already falling into a dream, when the car shook again, leaned against the man’s broad chest. She immediately rose, opened her eyes and, embarrassed, moved away from him.

It is completely dark. We drove for a couple of hours, when the devil pulled me to look in the mirror. The oncoming truck just lit the back seat. It was a moment. Like a shot that you caught a glimpse of, and then in your head you are trying to understand what was wrong with it ...

The man’s hand seems to have slid off the head restraint in his sleep and now rested on the shoulder of my wife. Large hand on the small bare shoulder. Immediately I remembered how my Aigulya, dressing for the road, asked me:

- Zhanym (favorite), it was so hot when we drove here. All sweaty. I will dress a sundress better. Just look, I am now without a bra. I can not see anything? I do not want my relatives to think that I have completely lost shame in Russia. Or maybe better to wear?

I, busy with preparations for the road, threw something like; how do you feel better And now I could not even remember whether I had seen the bra straps from under the sundress when we started off or not. In both cases, the standing chest of the wife looked almost the same, hidden under the ruffles of the sundress. As soon as she has to wave a little more excitingly, if she hasn't worn a bra.

I already waited for the next counter myself. Again, the headlights for a split second lit interior and darkness. The hand slipped lower and, probably, with the tips of his fingers, the man had already rested against my naked little chest.

- She can't help but feel it. Now she will wake up and remove his rake from herself, I thought.

But the next counter showed me that the man’s hand is already exactly lying on my wife’s chest and maybe even touches the nipple through the thin fabric. And my dear Aigulya was still sleeping sweetly.

I realized that I need to do something. Scandal with a man head and shoulders above himself was stupid. And what would he say to me? Slept, did not feel anything. This is at best. At worst, I would still find a reason to cling to me. How I love Russians to humiliate Asians, I knew perfectly well and learned to avoid those for which you can cling to words.

I stopped the car, trying to jump on the side of the road on the pits, so that everyone woke up:

- A small stop.If someone needs to warm up ...