When we saw him, Michael seemed to me even healthier than the first time. In a black strict suit, bulging from his chest holster, he indulgently released the guard who had summoned him. We were in the lobby of a large supermarket. And, our assumption that it was his store did not materialize. Mikhail was the head of this center’s security, which didn’t stop him from talking - this is my store, and these are my guys, pointing to the security guards who look at us in surprise. However, he immediately realized the promise of discounts when he visited the store, even though we did not ask him about it. He gave us a brilliant discount card with a flamboyant gold inscription of 20% and asked us to walk around the store from half an hour until he finished his work and we could have lunch. All the time while we were talking, I felt like a spectator of a performance, which I don’t understand. Mikhail and my Aigulya looked at each other with long glances, as if they were conducting some sort of silent dialogue. And they seemed to understand each other perfectly.

- How big is it! - Aigul said with some frightened delight when we were left alone.

“I didn't change my mind,” I asked hopefully.

- And you? - the question to a question was answered by the wife.

- Well, let's sit now in the cafe, let's talk, - I answered evasively.

- I think we are not going to the cafe right now.

- Why? - sincerely not understanding, I asked.

- It just seemed that way. Are you ready?

“Well, yes,” I replied, still not understanding what exactly I should be prepared for.

It took almost an hour to wait, however, we did not miss. We went to the boutiques. Aigul immediately dragged me to the underwear department. In fact, I like to choose her underwear. Even before the purchase, I can imagine how it will look on my Aygulechka and have never made a mistake. Everything that I bought, she always liked. But now she was particularly picky. She said that I chose one set, but that I liked the most. I chose a bodice with thin, almost transparent laces, which was not to support the perfect chest of my beloved, but to decorate it with my own pattern. With this kit went two panties. Cute translucent shorts and classic knickers with a pubic butterfly. I like the color white, it contrasts very nicely with the dark skin of my beloved.

- Can I go straight into this? - Aigul asked a pretty saleswoman, trying the kit on herself and showing herself to me in it. My member responded immediately, but my wife, showing me her tongue, immediately disappeared into the fitting room and went out already fully dressed.

We, wandering with purchases, found Michael. He himself was hung with packages much more weighty than we were:

- Youth? Do you have time? Nowhere late?

“We are absolutely free until Monday,” my wife joked with a broad smile.

- I propose to replace the boring cafe with kebabs in the open air. Pool, bath, whiskey. Will I make cocktails with my own hands? Well, so?

- I am for! How are you? - Aigulia looked at me searchingly.

- Well I do not know. Inconveniently somehow.

- What is uncomfortable? - Mikhail decided for me, - I make such a kebab, you will lick your fingers. Come on! I think a pair of sticks will not hurt such a wonderful figure. ”He looked around at the little figure of my wife.

Pushing the bags of both of us, Michael headed for the elevator.

I continued to convince us along the way, but rather me, because Aigulya was already walking with him rather than with me.

What was I thinking about? What did you count on? It is hard to say. The situation was changing before our eyes, and I understood that I absolutely did not control it. Probably, if I tried to take my wife home now, she would send me alone and continue on her way, being pushed by packages hanging from Michael under her small ass.Therefore, I walked dejectedly behind them, and in my heart I still hoped that today's meeting would end simply with a joint dinner.

The elevator took us to the underground parking. There we approached the big jeep. Lexus, I thought with envy.

- Can we go on your own? - I made another attempt to push Aigulu away from the man.

- What two cars in vain to drive. Let it stand here, - Mikhail, having thrown the bags in the trunk, was already gallantly opening the front door to my wife.

We must pay tribute to her, my Aigulya looked back at me and said that we would go together in the backseat.

Mikhail pulled out of the parking lot and sent the car somewhere on the outskirts of the city. Aigulya clung to me and whispered that she loves me very much and tries only for me, because she herself is very afraid.

- Feel like I'm trembling? She asked and laid my palm on her chest.

She was actually shaking with a shiver, the nipple was tense and tried to push through a thin fabric. Aigulya looked forward, checking that Mikhail was passionate about the road and stretched a kiss to me. As soon as we started kissing, she put her hand between my legs. Member immediately came to life and rested in jeans. When he finally got up, Aigulya looked up from me:

- Only we will need a drink. I want to feel depraved again, as when we dreamed about it together.

I wanted to say that I did not dream, but Michael’s voice rang out. He looked at us in the mirror:

- You are such a beautiful couple. Well done, that you can frankly show your feelings. I immediately liked you, so I will try to help you. Almost arrived.

We drove to a high fence, behind which was a mansion.

- Chef how dacha uses. I am also allowed to rest here, - explained the man.

Apart from the fact that I was constantly beating jitters, I liked it at the dacha. Well-groomed area. A large, clean pool, from which a film slid off the button covering the water from debris. A small bathhouse right on the edge. Brazier, gazebo with carved furniture. We have not been invited to the house yet, but I think it was not worse there either. Mikhail immediately dressed in wide shorts and a tank top, which showed that despite the twenty-year difference in age, his body is in better condition than mine. The muscles bumped on him when he picked up a bag of coals and generously poured into the brazier.

- Disassemble the packages, put on the table. Choose what you drink. I forgot to ask what you like, to your taste.

I realized that I was quickly hopping. Michael insisted that we drink whiskey together. He poured little by little, but he made every toast drink to the bottom. It looks like we had different weight categories, I was already very noisy in my head, but according to Michael it was impossible to say that he was a little drunk. Aigul first saw Chardonnay - a milky chocolate shake that she loved. Then Mikhail remembered that he had promised to make cocktails for my wife and began to mix different drinks. My sweetheart, who was starting to get drunk after the first bottle of beer, quickly overtook me. She giggled foolishly and lamented that she hadn’t taken a swimsuit with her.

- Take a dip. You can swim together if you hesitate me. I will go while the bathhouse sink, - said Michael, and in fact went somewhere deep into the extension.

- I'm so drunk, let's really refresh yourself? - turned to my wife.

- Naked or what? - I asked frightened.

- Why naked? Are you in shorts? Yes, and I have underwear. And even the spare in the car lies. Remember we bought today?

My silence, she took for consent, got up and went to the pool. Do not leave a drunken wife alone. I went after her. When she took off her outerwear and stayed in one translucent underwear, she turned to me and said in a stumbling tongue:

- Really beautiful? In this and undress not ashamed.

I mumbled something affirmative. Even naked, she would have looked less depraved. White lace rather attracted the eye to her charms than hid them.

“Well, let's go already,” wagging her ass, my beloved, went down the steps of the pool, glancing at the door, behind which Michael hid.

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