Six months have passed since the day of Svetka's wedding. Lyuska and I continued to enjoy each other, sometimes recalling the past orgy, but none of us expressed a particular desire to repeat. Perhaps both were afraid to break the sense of community and trust that arose between us. During this time, Lyuska was promoted, and now she has become the deputy head of the therapeutic department, with the prospect of further career growth, after her head retired.

We have already begun to think about children, but so far we have not decided everything, having agreed that we will give up the pills next year. In the meantime, they lived for themselves, having managed to fly to Tunisia on Djerba, wander through the ruins of Carthage, ride camels in the Sahara, go to the zoo Phrygia, where they swam with dolphins, and even take a few lessons of kitesurfing, popular at our resort.

In general, they returned home tanned and vigorous as never before, and then the routine began again: home - work - again a house, occasionally diluted with forays into nature with barbecues, where we were either my colleagues from the holding or Luskin's friends. A couple of times we went in company with Svetka and Dimon, but the question of repeating an orgy hasn’t been raised yet, and we just made fun of each other, remembering the vicissitudes of the meeting.

***

The anniversary of our wedding was approaching, when one evening a courier knocked at our house, who handed over a large package, forcing me to sign the receipt. He turned out to be from Igor Alexandrovich, the second Luckin fucker, and contained two boxes and a postcard of congratulations on the anniversary. In one of the boxes, which was a wooden casket, upholstered on the inside with velvet, lay a gorgeous emerald necklace of white gold, decorated with diamonds. In the second, cardboard, there was a men's gold Rolex Yacht-Master watch. A greeting in a postcard ended with the words: "... with the hope of a new meeting, Igor Poklonsky."

After reading this, Lyuska immediately burst into paint and whispered:

- Oh no! Only not this ...

What happened, honey? - I did not understand.

- This is a request for a ... re-visit.

- I do not understand - I could not enter.

- Well ... this is what he wants again ... well ... with me ...

And then it finally dawned on me that these gifts are an application for re-fucking my wife. I even somehow lost my head, not understanding how I should react. Fortunately, at that moment the doorbell rang. To us came the test with the mother-in-law. Immediately began a fuss with the meeting, hugs, kisses, questions "how are you?" And the like, which made me forget about the problem for a while.

Already sitting at the table, our relatives noticed the opened boxes.

- And what do we have here? - the father-in-law inquired, picking up a box with a clock. - Wow, not weak! This cho, bought?

“No,” I replied reluctantly, “a gift, as it were.”

- Oh, how ?! And who was honored, and most importantly, mail?

- Dad, this is a request for a return visit, - my wife looked down, - from Igor Alexandrovich.

“Nothing for myself,” the father-in-law gasped, “in our time, the gifts were more modest,” and he winked at Alevtina Petrovna, and she blinked and waved away:

- Yah you!

- By the way, and daughter cho? - continued questioning the test.

- Here, - I pushed the open box to him.

Here the mother-in-law could not stand it:

- Lyudochka, this is right under your eyes! - she grabbed the necklace and put it to her. - God, how lovely !! Come on, try on.

- All crimson, Luda took the necklace from her hands and not immediately, but fastened it on her neck.

Well, what to say? It looked ... royally. Emeralds were ideally suited to my betrothed eyes, and a scattering of small diamonds sparkled with reflected, sparkling light, making my wife truly irresistible.

“And what decision did they take,” Savva Ignatievich asked me. - Really hurt such a person?

“I don't know,” I muttered.- It is necessary to ask Luda.

- And he cho? - clarified the test.

I thought. On the one hand, the gifts were truly royal, but on the other ... somehow it was ...

I looked at Luda. She held her breath, waiting for my answer. They waited, smiling, and the mother-in-law with the mother-in-law.

- What would you do? - I cheated.

- We? - surprised the test. - What are we? We, indeed, took the gifts. Do you remember, Alya? - and he winked at her again.

Now my mother-in-law turned red.

- So this is when it was? Now, maybe the young are not so imagined ...

“Yeah, not at all,” the father-in-law laughed. “Then the sky was bluer and the grass is greener.”

“In general,” I finally decided, “I personally don't mind, it all depends on Luda, can she?”

And at the very mouth was dry, and my heart began to beat, as if in a cage ...

- All eyes crossed on my already completely embarrassed wife.

She was silent, winding a strand of hair around her finger, as she usually did in moments of deep thought and bit her sponge ... Then she looked at me and asked:

- Have you ever liked the watch?

I nodded silently. She paused again, and as if she smacked into the cold water:

- Let it come ... - and again she shot at me, blushing to the roots of her hair.

In my head it sounded noisy and everything swam slightly before my eyes.

“Then we will decide that,” I said with disobedient lips, and suddenly I felt that the tension holding me down gradually melted. The noise in the head disappeared, and an extraordinary lightness appeared in the body. I saw that the mother-in-law with the mother-in-law was looking at me approvingly.

“This is our way,” Sawa Ignatievich rumbled, slamming me on the shoulder. - Ludka, get champagne, we will wash your anniversary.

“So she’s only a week away,” the spouse squeaked, but then she darted to the kitchen. Her mom retired after her.

- Nicho, in a week we will repeat ... - the father-in-law has already answered me. - Or do you know what? You are on that day visit and plan! That will be the anniversary, Panim!

And what a normal move, I think. But how to proceed? I immediately asked about this in the test ...

- Well, how ... You take a postcard and write back, indicating the desired date. And how to furnish everything, then you consult with Alevtina, she will tell.

***

As it turned out, such visits were usually arranged as a party in the family circle, just with a bit of informal continuation. At the same time, the second half was not forbidden to be present during intercourse with his wife, but it was not recommended to participate in it himself, that is, the fuck should not be constrained in communicating with his wife that evening. True, her husband and unseen was to bring someone to relieve sexual tension. But this was allowed only with the usual sexual partner, and I had only one Svetka. But will she agree? And what will her husband say?

I expressed all this to my wife, and she promised to talk and resolve the issue. And two days later, Lucy reported that Svetlana agreed, but her Dimka demands as a compensation a repetition of the orgy that was at their wedding. Having reported this, she looked at me, as if waiting for something.

- Well, so you agreed? - I asked impatiently.

- But where to go, do not leave you without support? - my beloved smiled faintly, ruffling the hair on my head. In response, I happily kissed her, hugging her tightly. Our kiss smoothly turned into something more, so we could continue the conversation no earlier than an hour later ...

We later agreed that on Saturday, namely, a meeting was scheduled for her, I would pick Svetlana at six in the evening, and Igor Alexandrovich would come up to seven, after which there would be a light dinner, and there already, how it would go ...

It seemed to me that the less sexually hungry a wife is, the easier the whole process will go through, and the fewer opportunities there will be for some unnecessary thoughts to originate in her beautiful head. Therefore, this and all the rest until Saturday evenings were filled with active sex, so my wife was surprised at first by my perseverance ...