and we again returned to the memories, and this topic was hushed up correctly. But I knew that the photo of such content in this folder was far from the only one, and after ten minutes on the screen, Anya was sitting on a chair, with her legs apart in translucent thongs, which practically did not hide their contents.

- Everything. Turn off faster! Some kind of nonsense, I do not understand how these pictures got here - my wife almost missed her.

I turned it off, but the mechanism was started, and from that moment on, the guys could no longer look at Anya, as they had looked at her before. And her robe seemed to become transparent for them. Dima reacted particularly acutely to what happened, he practically stopped talking.

I decided to continue the game and when the people were already pretty drunk, I announced the dances. The fast dances were replaced by slow ones, and the guys had a real opportunity to touch the beautiful thing that they had the happiness to watch on the computer screen an hour ago. It was with great pleasure that I watched the dance of Ani and the Bee. He pulled my wife so close to him that I began to worry about her health. His hands occasionally slipped onto Anichka’s ass whenever he turned his back on me, thinking that I wouldn’t notice anything. However, he forgot about the mirror sideboard, in reflection of which I saw the whole process. In those seconds, he so greedily squeezed my wife's buttocks, that he seemed to tear them in half. Anya every time had to shy to remove his hands.

“Finish it,” Anya said, when we went out with her to the kitchen, Lesha would wake up early tomorrow, and now it happened that I don’t even know how to tell you.

“Come on, tell me interestingly,” I began to cry out.

- In general, your Dimon just so clung to me during the dance, he almost punctured me with his ... well, you understand what. And then at the end of this thing in his pants strangely throbbed, and he immediately ran to the bathroom after the dance. I think he finished.

- Ofiget, poor fellow. The evening was too full for him, okay, we finish - I laughed it off, and soon let out of his bosom friends back home. Naturally with songs and a couple of toasts "For a visit".

We were alone. This development has brought me pretty, so I did not wait until we go to bed, and had a wife right on the kitchen table. By the way, when I took off her robe, I understood why Dimka had finished so treacherously quickly. Anya under the robe was completely nude, she was not even wearing panties.

“I didn't understand,” I asked, “what, have you been all evening without panties?”

- Well yes. When you rang the doorbell, I just jumped out of the bathroom, did not have time to put it on, and then somehow in a fuss and forgot.

Most likely, Anya was a little dark, and her panties were not consciously turned out. Despite the natural modesty, there was something in her from an exhibitionist, I noticed this a long time ago. She often naked walking around the apartment, and in this form could go to the window or go to the balcony, hang out the laundry. However, all women love to show themselves, apparently, it is incorporated in them at the genetic level. Moreover, my wife has something to show, and I was not at all against it. I will say more, it even turned me on.

I also noticed that after Anya had finished feeding Leshka, her libido returned to her. And I returned in double size, and sometimes I just could not cope with it. It seems to me that Anka was not enough for me in bed, because after almost every sex, she wanted more, and I already had enough, probably, the difference in age at ten years, I was already thirty-six. Especially for such cases, I bought several toys in the sex shop, which replaced me when the male forces left me.

The weekend was fully occupied with the final preparations for the trip and flew by quickly.

It is time for departure, as they say, Monday is a hard day.Bags, a stroller, backpacks, a constantly crying child did not add romanticism to an already difficult flight, but at least late Monday night we ended up in the New World. There was no reason for anything, so we just had a snack, took a shower and went to bed.

What could be more beautiful than a bright warm sunny morning on the sea? Our younger family member, apparently, was the most impatient to see the sea for the first time, so Lyoshka served us as an alarm clock.

It was necessary to solve all organizational and financial moments with the owner of the cottage in which we settled. His name was Eugene. A strong, broad-shouldered thirty-year-old man with dark hair and blue eyes is a Tatar-Mongolian heritage. Well, of course, this is the Crimea. The owner looked like a model on the cover of women's magazines, which made me think about a difficult coincidence, because Anya chose this cottage without me in the group on Vkontakte, and she herself conducted all the negotiations in correspondence.

A little about the house. He, by the way, was small, designed for one family. On the first floor there was a large living room, a toilet, a bathroom and a kitchen, and on the second floor there were three small rooms, in one of which we settled, and in the other, apparently, the owner himself lived. Near the house it was very beautiful, everything was planted with green grass, on which various fabulous figurines were located, there was a swing, a small fountain. In general, the house seemed very well-groomed and spoke about the obvious well-being of its owner, who took guests for the summer, most likely, just so that it would not be boring, as he was a bachelor (we understood from the first conversation).

Eugene assured us that we would be alone in the house, well, of course, not counting it. And also pleased another good news. It turned out that the third room on the floor is empty, and there is a small sofa in it, which can be used as a cot for Lyoshka. It was wonderful, because in that case, at nights, Anya and I were alone in the room.

Our morning conversation with the owner had another key point that I, as a person prone to analytical thinking, paid attention to. All the time while we were talking, Eugene looked at my wife from head to toe, who appeared this morning in front of him in a bathing suit, hidden only by a translucent sari. Maybe it seemed to me, but he looked at her like a traveler, who was walking through the desert for a week, looking at ice cream. And my “ice cream” in turn “melted” at the sight of Eugene, periodically during a conversation, straightening her hair - a clear sign of sympathy. All this led me to the idea that our family was in this cottage also by chance. Perhaps this hospitable host every year carefully picked up his guests. And, most likely, the main criteria for his selection were not the kindness and generosity of the guests, but something else.

So, I concluded that my wife and the owner of the cottage chose each other on external grounds, mutually, maybe even non-verbally. And here I was a little hurt, because, in fact, I was the third extra in this duet of natural beauty. What to hide, this Eugene, was damn sexy. Of course, I, too, is not a freak, but before him, to be honest, I was away. However, this was a positive result, which raised my sense of self-esteem to an unprecedented level, because Anya was my wife and raised my child, not this Playboy.

“Let him watch and swallow saliva,” I thought, but for the next two weeks I will have to endure unprecedented competition, I must be at my best.

After we solved all the problems with the owner, we went to the beach. And almost the whole day (the exception - a short break for a dream) spent there.

In the evening, Eugene was pleasantly surprised by the lamb shashlyk, which he said he arranged in honor of the arrival of guests. We quickly ran to the nearest shop and bought a couple of liters of Massandra wines. The whole evening the host was a very kindhearted person, crumbled in compliments to my wife and tried to gain confidence in me. I must say, he did it. With his hospitality, kindness and character of the joker, he killed two birds with one stone.Anya, who clearly did not regret that she had come to rest in this particular place, was laughing all evening. And I? I, too, was filled with this guy. There was something in him that immediately had him in the first minutes of communication. Later, Zhenya's friend, Anatoly, joined us. Also a good fellow.

In general, we can say that on the first evening we immediately became friends with the owner. He said that people in their homes are not for earnings, but just to meet new people, to learn something new. He told me that every year he tries to take a family from different parts of Russia, and sometimes people come from other post-Soviet countries. And indeed, the money he requested from us for accommodation was minimal. At the beginning, there, in Arkhangelsk, I even thought that this was some kind of divorce, that the house that was in the photographs could not be so cheap for us. We had fun in the courtyard until four in the morning, while Lyokha, lulled by the sea, slept without hind legs in a room under the supervision of a radio nanny who we didn’t need that night.

“Early in the morning” at about 11. 00 we woke up and began to gather on the beach. Anya came across a set of swimsuits, which gave the Bee.

- What do you think can wear? They can be nice to tan, - Anya appealed to me. She really was very greedy for tan. Although there may be others, the feelings described by me above, spurred her to the idea of ​​putting on these strings of triangles. It didn't matter to me. I have always believed that if you have some kind of treasure or a masterpiece, and you cannot boast of it, then there is no point in it.

“Of course, wear it,” I replied, in anticipation of the furore on the beach. And he himself thought - it is imperative to wear sunglasses, I will look at other wives while their husbands drool over my Anya.

And I was not mistaken. The debut sensation took place upon leaving the house. We met Eugene, who was taken aback by what he saw. Triangles barely closed the nipples on my wife's chest, since the bra didn’t have to perform a supporting function, as Anya’s chest stood on end without any support. Thong panties opened for show elastic ass. And all this beauty hid only a transparent cape. Anya, practically “what her mother gave birth to,” came to the court of the first spectator in the person of our host. This spectacle had an impressive effect on Zhenya. During our short minute conversation, he swallowed saliva a myriad of times, as if he had not drunk a week before. And it is not known what this meeting would have ended if we were in a primitive society.