- Well, when will we celebrate the departure? - I asked my wife.

- Is it worth it? And it’s not so much money, it’s better to take more with you, they write on the forums that Crimea is like Turkey for the money, ”Anya replied.

- As Turkey - this is Yalta, and the New World is quite a budget. And not so little we podkopili. Enough, don't worry.

“It seems so to you,” the wife said with sadness in her eyes — if you really want to, then let's celebrate.

- Yes, men do not get off me, they have been training me for a week to “put on” for the holidays. I'll bring them home, not in the bar to give them a drink. Come on Friday evening, make something to eat? Just for Saturday and Sunday we will rest in order to be like cucumbers by Monday.

- Of course, I will cook, just go to the market, I'll write a list for you.

So began our trip to the Crimean New World. We saved up for a whole year, refusing much of ourselves to be the masters of fate for the next two weeks and not need anything. The last few weeks before departure were especially painful. Each day dragged inexorably long, saved only preparatory moments, which somehow distracted from dreams of a future journey. Anya worked on our two-year-old son Lekhoy. And in her free time she went shopping, buying creams, towels, slippers and other beach tinsel. And I ... I just went to work, and I spent the evening at the computer.

So, come the long-awaited Friday. Last working day before the desired holiday. And right after work, Kolya and Dima, my colleagues and simply friends, went to my home. Anya has not invited any of the girls to this party. Why? Yes, because she still has not got friends in our city. More precisely in my city, since she herself was from the Bryansk region, and she moved to live with me in Arkhangelsk immediately after the institute at 23 already in the second month of pregnancy. When you have time there in a strange city to at least get acquainted with someone, not to mention friendship. Therefore, her friends often were my friends whom she knew very well.

Kolya and Dima have been my friends since childhood. We went to school together, entered the university together, and it so happened that we found work in one enterprise. They loved Sabantuis in my house, and preferred them to any cafes and bars. And they can be understood, such a treasure, which was at my house, could be admired for years. Of course, I'm talking about my wife. Anya had very non-standard forms, and with a very slim, chiseled figure, she had a fourth-sized breast. This is a huge rarity, and this rarity has got to me. It can be said that my Anechka had no flaws (except for not very big growth), and the Lord endowed her with everything that any woman can only dream of. How did I become the owner of this Holy Grail, which could easily fit into the yacht of any real oligarch? - this is a completely different story. And today I am a simple engineer, and my friends can see this miracle in the kitchen of the usual Arkhangelsk two-room apartment.

Anya opened the door for us in her signature dressing gown for guests. We have never discussed the merits of our wives in a male company, but I’m one hundred percent sure that my robe was remembered by my friends and will be remembered for the rest of their days. They, like me, loved him very much. For what? Maybe because he was well above the knees, or because he was made of silk-like cloth, slippery cloth, and therefore had the ability to swing open a little at the most inappropriate or maybe the right moment. No, of course, he did not open up so much that his chest fell out of it, but here he often increased the cleavage zone considerably, making it much more than the normal norm, slightly opening the veil of secrecy.And then the male fantasy could think out, and the pragmatic brain of an engineer could easily model the original form of the breast. Moreover, Anya almost never wore a bra, especially at home. It should also be said that more recently, the wife was breastfeeding our little son, and this fact also played on her merits by no means downward.

We prepared thoroughly for the banquet and purchased a whole box of beer at a nearby store, and Anya set a great table. After a couple of bottles drunk, Dima went out into the corridor and dragged a small bag out of there, which intrigued the entire public, including me.

“Anya is for you,” he said timidly, and blushing a little, handing the bag to my wife.

Here it is worth a little distraction and talk about Dmitry. My friend really liked my wife, most likely he was even secretly in love with her. Of course, he was shy of his feelings and tried to hide them in every possible way, but the way he began to stumble, how flushed and shy at the sight of Anechka, gave him a mile and a half. Everyone knew about his feelings, quite often Anya and I had a tete-a-tete even joking about this topic. I treated them condescendingly; I had nothing to fear. Firstly, he was married and had two children, and secondly, Anya never answered him in return. As a joke, I, by analogy with the cinema hero of the Brigade "behind the eyes", called him Pchela. So this time our Bee has grown bolder and has presented to my lady a very piquant surprise in a small bag.

“I was thinking here,” Dimon continued to mumble. “Well ... What could be useful to you ... In short, take ...”

Anya opened the bag and was a little dumbfounded; even her husband did not give her such gifts. In the package lay a set of three identical swimsuits of different colors. And the swimsuits are very open. They consisted of tiny fabric triangles, to which ropes were attached.

My wife did not differ in excessive arrogance or glibness, but rather, on the contrary, she was rather modest by nature, and such a gift, of course, knocked her out of her rut. At that moment, two feelings came to Anya - embarrassment (she blushed a little) and thanks for showing attention to her person.

- Dima, do not you think that they are a bit small for her? - I discharged the situation with a friendly smile on my face - it is unlikely that these straps will keep Anka’s dignity.

“They will,” retorted the beely sullenly frustrated and at the end ashamed — look at fashion magazines, now it is so fashionable. All stars wear swimsuits several sizes smaller.

- Andrei, this is really fashionable, I also saw, - my wife supported Dima, addressing me - though I don’t know if I will dress it, somehow too openly, although ... Definitely, Dima, thank you very much . I am very pleased, honestly.

“As you like,” the Bee closed the topic.

To be honest, I did not expect such an act from my not very determined friend. And to some extent I felt sorry for him. For almost three years now, the guy suffered and suffers from my wife, and I decided to thank him a little, and at the same time raise my spirits. After another bottle of beer, I went to the kitchen, climbed into the computer and added some candid photos in nude style with Anya to the friends folder, which we shot at home on my expensive DSLR. On them the wife posed with a naked breast in various attractive poses. I specifically scattered these photos on the folder in order to mix them with simple photos, which for 15 years of our friendship with the guys have accumulated a significant amount.

After an hour or two, I casually suggested that the whole company move to the kitchen to the computer in order to ponosalgirovat beer and see old photos. We slowly flipped through the photos - we discussed, laughed, recalled, and then “out of place”, my Anya appeared on the screen, squeezing her huge fourth size with her tiny hands.

And ..., - everything that the wife could say - where did it come from? Get faster! How did she get here? - flushed with a flush on all her face, Anya was indignant.

The guys said nothing, but they clearly liked what they saw in the photo.Now they no longer have to think out the silhouette of my wife, who was constantly hiding from them under the “guest” dressing gown. Bee was the most bewildered, his jaw literally dropped.

I turned the photo, ...