go to the disco ... And then Ilya had to step in. Once he managed to separate Ira for sex, though then she was very drunk ... It should have happened tomorrow ... I called Ilya again and dedicated him to my plan.

And so came the Sabbath. Ilya arrived at the base closer to dinner. Previously, he was not needed. Another accident somewhere encountered and then everything would go down the drain. By this time I zatarilsya beer, and took strong. His wife does not like him very much, but I referred to the fact that in the village where I went there was no other, and I did not want to go to another. Still grabbed a bottle of vodka, just in case. After dinner, Ira and I sat down in our room to drink beer, I constantly poured her, and drank a little. By the beginning of the disco, it was already good. I dragged her to the dance. We danced there for half an hour, then I left her to dance, and he went to smoke. On the street I called Ilya ... Ten minutes later he came. I indicated by her eyes where my wife was and went to her myself. Now everything was in the hands of Ilya, and I already acted as an observer.

After some time he appeared near us, Irina did not see him, he was behind her back. During the dance, he pushed her slightly, his wife turned around to express her indignation ...

- Oh, sorry, please, - then Ilya made a marvelous look, - Ira? Toch? Here is a meeting! Wow!

- Ilyukha! - I, too, how could expressed surprise, - How are you here? Something we have not seen you before?

- I just arrived today. I'm here with friends ...

- Er, do you remember Illya? He and my friend as he was ...

- I remember ... At least one familiar face appeared ...

- Ira, I'm sorry ... I didn’t want ... Maybe we will drink for an unexpected meeting?

A flask appeared in his hands and he handed it to my wife. Irka drank from her and choked.

- Oh! Ira, I forgot to say, there is vodka.

He handed her a candy. Then I drank, then Ilya. The whole evening we danced three times, sometimes attaching to a flask. Moreover, Irka never refused. By the end of the disco she was already completely drunk.

- Maybe we will go to me, sit, drink? - suggested Ilya.

“Come on,” I said, “I don't want to sleep at all.”

- Or maybe to us? - suggested Ira.

- No, Ira, come to me!

And he, hugging her around the waist, led her to the body. Everything so far went like clockwork! Came to his room. My wife and I sat on the bed, Ilya on a chair opposite us. A coffee table appeared between us with a snack and a bottle of vodka started. We drank, chatted about everything in the world, Ilya sparil anecdotes, some were rather obscene. My wife laughed so infectiously, which was not a long time ago. Soon the vodka was over. Ilya looked at the empty bottle and said:

- What a pity!

- We have! Tosh, go, please! - asked wife.

- Yes, Toh, go ...

I left the room. Everything went as well as possible, I did not even have to look for a reason to leave and leave them alone. I took the vodka from our fridge, then put the bottle on the coffee table and went out to the balcony for a smoke. One, two, three cigarettes. He looked at his watch, it was just five minutes, the time was stretching very slowly. Turned on the TV. How long to wait yet? Ten minutes? Fifteen? He looked at his watch again. Two more minutes passed. I sat on pins and needles. I did not want to stop Illya from seducing his wife, but I didn’t have the strength to wait for her ... I could no longer sit, took the bottle and went. Carefully went to their room and froze in the corridor, without going into the room ...

Ilya was still sitting on the armchair, and my wife was sitting on his lap ... They were kissing ... With one hand he supported her under her back, the other was under a jumper on her chest. Irka slightly pulled away from Ilya, pulled the jumper over her head and threw it on the floor next to the chair. Then she put her hands behind her back, unbuttoned her bra and threw it on the floor too. Her nipples were excitedly sticking out ... Ilya's palm lay hostly on the bare chest of his wife ... He rudely crushed her. They started kissing again ...

It took only about ten minutes, and his wife was already naked to the waist! I was not mistaken in choosing a candidate!

Having played enough with Irkina chest, Ilya's hand slid down the belly. He unbuttoned a button, then a zipper on jeans and tried to stick his hand inside ... But nothing happened, the pose in which Irka sat did not allow him to do it. His intention was clear - he wanted to get into her panties ... Ira pulled away from him, got up and ... pulled off her jeans, then tights with panties and turned out to be completely naked. Her action was unexpected not only for me, but also for my friend ... He sat and looked at her ... She took his hand and pulled her towards the bed ... Damn! My wife dragged him to bed! Ilya didn’t need much time to get undressed ... My wife was already on the bed, she stood on all fours, her ass to Ilya ... Irka slightly moved her ass, as if inviting my friend ... Ilya undressed, immediately joined up from behind .. And abruptly entered her, she gasped and bent her back. He was tearing my wife at a frantic pace, she moaned and flexed her back ... Then my wife began to move to meet a member, as if sitting down on him. Their bodies were covered with sweat ... I recognized and did not recognize my wife. Of course, it was she, there was no doubt. But she was completely different, not at all the same as I knew her. Now she was completely different, more liberated, probably more temperamental ... More sexual and more depraved ...

I quietly left the room. Why? I had no more strength to watch! There was a great desire to join them, but I was afraid to spoil everything. He returned to his room, drank vodka straight from the throat and lay down on the bed. Lying and thinking ... Now I have some doubts that I did the right thing. But it was too late to change anything. Perhaps it was necessary to find another solution, but alas, I did not know him. The result was that in the next room my friend fucked ... l my wife and I arranged everything myself!

I woke up from a loud sound. My wife stood in the doorway. And although it was dark in the room, it was easy for me to recognize the disguise by the silhouettes. She apparently strongly pushed the front door and she hit the closet. She froze for a few seconds, then closed the door and walked unsteadily into the room.

- Tosh? Do you sleep?

I was silent, now I really did not want to talk to her. I lay there silently watching her.

- Anton?

She sighed with relief and began to undress. With the jumper, she handled quite easily - pulled it over his head. There was no bra under it.

Left to memory Ilya, - flashed a thought.

She had to tinker with jeans, she lost her equilibrium two times and she had to sit on the bed. And each time she calmed down and looked at my reaction. For the third time, she still managed to cope. She looked at me one more time, sliding the cover to the middle of the bed, climbed under the blanket. A little twisted looking for a comfortable posture and subsided. After waiting a bit, I looked at my watch. Almost two nights! She spent two hours with him! How many times did he have her ... In the dream she turned to me ... She was carrying alcohol and sperm ...

I woke up, it was already bright outside the window, I looked at my watch - it was time for breakfast. Pushed his wife lying nearby. He mumbled something inarticulate. Pushed on stronger.

- Anton, stop it ... My head is splitting ...

- Will you go for breakfast?

- Not! - she slightly raised her head, - Let me sleep ...

And she put it on the pillow. I got dressed and left the room. I went to Ilya. To my surprise, he did not sleep - lay in bed and smoked. On the floor, I saw my wife's bra and tights.

- Let's go ... have breakfast ...

- Well, brother, you and your wife ... Really! Such an insatiable ... I would love to go on my own ... How is Irka there?

- Can't stand up ...

- Still ... The night was what was needed ... Maybe we could arrange such an evening again? BUT?

- So will you go for breakfast?

- She ... I do not want ... And now I had breakfast for sex!

I don’t know what happened in my head at that moment ... Or maybe I just didn’t sober up ...

- You have thirty minutes, while I will have breakfast ...

- Seriously...

He jumped up and until I changed my mind I began to pull on my jeans. From the room we went out together ... I went to breakfast in the dining room, and Illya to our room ...