This is a story about a wonderful girl, a flirt, an intellectual ... Mile ... Mile 23, magistracy student, tall, slim brunette with a good bust. It would seem that being her boyfriend is that infinite happiness that everyone aspires to, but I am not like that. And as it turned out, Mila is not like that. (photo of Mila as a full disclosure of her image I can send in a personal, ask).

Our relationship, widely known in narrow circles as SW, began through a strip of initial jealousy towards each fan and, as they say, to every post who wants to safely take it to the subway or drink coffee with it. Following this, the stage of a certain interest and rethinking of the situation came, questions began to turn in my head: maybe things are not so bad? Or maybe there is something in it? Our conversations about flirting began to gradually affect other guys, and Mila did not at all deny the possibility of being thrown on a car to the subway or meeting at a cafe with an interesting young man, and maybe not at all young. The boundaries of fantasy grew, and along with them, as if keeping up with it, the boundaries of possibilities also grew. Mila had already openly told who she liked from the environment, showed that she corresponded with them and finally admitted that it was very unfortunate that you could not have several husbands at once. Hot statement, isn't it?

We will bypass her first entertainment on the side today, I can only say that she created it in France, far from me. She went for it consciously, wanted to be left alone with her thoughts before taking a decisive step to the track with the “SW” sign. The Frenchman was 33 years old and he organized everything for Mila - from A to "Oh, yes ...!". He gave her a tourist, romantic and entertaining program, and I just had to bite my elbows, when Mila occasionally wrote to me in the evening that she had been walking with him all day, and now they need to go to rest ...

But now, I would like to share Mila's savory vacation with us at the cottage in August of this year. She herself can’t remember when she met these two gentlemen, but you can’t tell them differently. Two men, incredibly educated, courteous and charming, 45 and 47 years old, had long written to Mila and guessed about her secret desires, as well as the philosophy of our couple. In the end, I decided to offer Mile the idea of ​​inviting them to our dacha and arranging a small vacation for her there with them. Mila did not think long and, smiling, she typed a message in them with such an offer. I can imagine how their jaws dropped and aggregates rose from such prospects! Everything was agreed quickly enough, they agreed on nine days together. It should be noted that up to this point, apart from courting and flirting, Mila did not have anything with them, so the excitement was special in both me and her.

Describing the place of events, that is, our cottage, let's say that this is a two-story house on a plot of 10 acres, with a separate kitchen and a bath in the courtyard. The largest river in Europe - the Volga flows 10 minutes walk from the villa (who was on the Volga knows its energy and beauty!). The house is arranged as follows: on the first floor a large room is a hall-hall with a bed, a sofa, a mirror with a dressing table and a large table, which in the evenings is brought into the courtyard to the kitchen for dinner gathering. From this room you can get into two identical bedrooms with two single beds in each. On the second floor, consisting of one large bedroom with two single beds and a balcony overlooking the Volga River in the distance, a narrow spiral staircase leads from the main room.

The discussion of the “rules of the game” took about a day, eventually they agreed that I would bring Mila to the cottage on Saturday morning, the men would arrive at the same hour and we would spend the day together there. We will meet, swim, sunbathe, have lunch and ... I will leave them for 9 days. The excitement reached its climax, when approaching the cottage I had already seen Lexus standing on a country road.Mila looked both simple and elegant - loose long, slightly curly black hair, a white top, from under which a black bra was peeking slightly, a short black skirt - a bell and shoes on a high platform. I greeted the fans of my favorite waiting for us at the car with headlights. We got out of the car and one of the men pulled out a giant bouquet of red roses for Mila from the back seat. She broke into a smile and, with difficulty holding the bouquet, gave a kiss on the cheek to both.

Then we shook hands, as they introduced themselves, with Oleg and Victor. I opened a massive gate to the country and we went into the yard. While I was opening the house, the kitchen, the bath, they had time to chat with Mila while walking around our site. She showed them what and where we grew up, made eyes and laughed very coquettishly at their very successful attempts at jokingly flirting with her. Then I showed them the house, the question of stormy nights was very well dealt with, but somehow I was constantly hanging in the air. At the end of this introductory tour, we decided to go all together to the beach. Mila changed clothes separately from us, and came out of one of the small bedrooms in a beautiful bathing suit. We stared at her and she playfully asked: how am I to you? I said that she was beautiful, but Mila looked at the men and even more playfully asked: what about you? They immediately overwhelmed her with very decent compliments and Oleg put his arm around her waist. So we went to the beach.

Swimming on an empty sandy beach in cool water made the Mila and her fans very close and relaxed. They took her hand to the water, took her in her arms and she looked enthusiastically at them ... In their hands they carried her out of the water. And once, closer to the end of bathing, Victor joked and, as it were, out of the water, carried Mila not to our place, but to the bushes ... Everyone laughed, and Mila said to him with a playful reproach: it was too early! In shorts, all three had a well-marked mound from the company of such a pupa ... Then we returned to the dacha, and while I was preparing dinner, Mila lay in the shade on the grass and talked with Oleg and Victor ... After lunch and drinking for an acquaintance for love, Mila seemed to hint that it was time for me to return to the city ... Another injection of excitement and jealousy pierced my heart, and, looking for at least some reason to stay longer, I began to gather.

They came out to accompany me, standing at the gate, carefully asked if I had not forgotten, and we again shook hands after agreeing that I would come in nine days. Oleg pressed Mila to his back and she threw me a look and said: leave already ... I got into the car, started it, waved their hand and started off, watching in the rearview mirror, as Oleg gets Mila back to the territory behind the ass cottages.

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Days were crawling slowly. In the city I could not find a place, all thoughts were turned to this trinity at the dacha headed by Mila. What are they doing there? Do they have a lot of sex? How and when did she first lay down with them? How good is it on the beach? What are they talking about at dinner? What does she wear for them? Where do they sleep and in what composition? Are they steaming in the bathhouse? These and many other questions tormented my mind and excited the corresponding zones ...

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Nine days later I came back. The sun was already setting and it was time for everyone to go to the city. I stopped the car at the gate and with a beating heart shouted for me to open it, because it was locked with a key. After three minutes, the lock spun and the door was opened to me by a smilingly smiling Oleg. He was wearing swimming shorts and we shook hands. Having exchanged duty phrases about business and leisure, we went to the house. Mila was lying on a wooden porch in some black panties and at the sight of me covered her chest with a towel ... Victor was sitting next to her and greeted me. Again, we exchanged general phrases about the rest and I alone went to the house. My heart was breaking out of my chest, I was shivering, and in my pants everything was a stake, like the trunk of alpine larch, when it becomes hard in salty sea water. I quickly looked at the first floor and, in one of the bedrooms, noticed Mila’s red lace panties lying on the floor ... Then I went upstairs to a spacious bedroom with a balcony and a great view of the Volga, and my heart sank completely!

Two single beds were moved and stood in the center of the bedroom as a bed. Around this bed on the floor were almost burnt candles. Here and there, Mila's clothes were lying around, the bed was naturally unfilled and she clearly breathed sex ... As in a dream, I went down to the first floor, where Mila had already managed to comb her hair, put on her robe and hide her panties. We all went to the table in the courtyard to drink tea and chat. They told me everything in general, saying that they were bathing, sunbathing, bathing they drowned, Mila was soaring whisk ... They said that we have very tasty strawberries, which they enjoyed all the time ... Mila looked at them in love and grateful .. Obviously, they had a certain relationship, something personal appeared, about which she did not want to talk with me. To all my subsequent questions about their intimate rest, she answered evasively, as if hinting: this is a secret and my personal one, guess yourself and live with this thought, let her torment you and turn you on. When I asked about who thought of moving the beds and placing candles around them, and indeed about what they were doing there and how they were doing, Mila said: no comments!

They said goodbye very warmly, Mila again dressed for the city - a white top and a black skirt. She hung around Oleg's neck and sweetly kissed Victor. “Dolly, you are a fire!” - Oleg cried, touching Lexus from a place. Mila sad sat in my car. Vacations are over.

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