It was the second year, as my wife and 4-year-old daughter lived in Kaliningrad. Things were going well, I was engaged in small-scale wholesale trade with 2 partners, we did not have fat, and could afford a lot, but saved up for the purchase of a 2-room apartment. In the meantime, we filmed a dvushku almost in the city center. My wife was sitting at home doing her daughter and housekeeping, and I was at work from morning till night, coming home like a squeezed lemon, had a hearty dinner with what my wife cooked and she cooked perfectly. After such an evening meal and an hour of hanging out in front of the TV, I was drowned in sleep, to which my wife was not offended, realizing my fatigue and the fact that I provided the family with everything I needed. I didn't have a weekend, for me that Monday — that Sunday — was one hell.

My wife was depressed by this state of affairs, since I woke up the wild temper that was dormant in her, and she, who had been given me as a girl and shy, now adored sex and would have practiced it all day, but, as I said, I was exhausting at work and could satisfy her outbreak of libido at best once a week. Therefore, in order to entertain her somehow, I drove to a restaurant or cafe once a month, where she came off on the dance floor, adoring to dancing, and I only managed to turn aside many people trying to remove her from her, which was not surprising. appetizing and attractive lady.

She was five years younger than me, she was 25 years old, she was in the prime of her beauty. She is above average in stature, her face is very beautiful, with expressive big green eyes, brown-haired. Her figure is just a drop-off - despite the fact that she was not skinny, I can even say a little full, it did not spoil her, but on the contrary, the men clung to her like bees on honey. Her legs are long, her skin is snow-white, her hips are wide, her ass, though big, but very elastic and round, her chest is full of four, and despite the size and what she already gave birth, she did not hang and did not lose her shape and attracted herself greedy men's looks, especially when wearing open dresses with a large neckline.

Despite her lush figure, she does not have a gram of cellulite, her skin is not flabby, but on the contrary, like a ripe apple, stretched and even translucent in the most intimate places. I belonged to the outfits of his wife, Lena, loyally, even encouraging them, since I completely trusted her, and myself, being not a timid and athletic build, I was confident in my abilities and always prevailed over her potential boyfriends. Often I let her dance alone in fast dances, but I myself stayed at the table, watching what was going on, and not letting the guys who showed her annoying attention go far. I even let her go with bald men with men who invited her, coming up to our table and asking for permission from me. And only when, under the influence of alcohol, some of the gentlemen went beyond the limits of what was permitted, they stopped their further communication, but this happened extremely rarely, as Lena herself abruptly cut off attempts at closer acquaintance, removing the hands of too much cavalier from her ass and chest.

But when we came home, she pounced on me like a wild cat, giving vent to her excitement and inflamed with champagne and dancing in a pub - both of these circumstances acted on her as a causative agent, and I sometimes wondered if my wife would be faithful for a long time would not be there. Soon I managed to see it ... Once we met in the restaurant of one of my partners, Igor, my peer. He was married to fly to an ugly woman, and had a six-year-old son from this aerial. Igor did not like his wife and often poured his grief in taverns, making dubious acquaintances and having numerous mistresses.When he came to our table, he was already pretty drunk and was very happy to find us here.

As I already wrote, Lena loved to wear open and short dresses, she also dressed in that ill-fated day, choosing the most open dress that she bought several years ago, when our daughter was not born yet, but she still didn’t wear it for that simple the reason that it resembled provocative outfits of pop stars and artistes is red, it barely covered her lush buttocks, leaving in sight part of a wide elastic band on dark pantyhose. Well, at least there were no garters for them, otherwise it would have looked like a variety dancer. The dress on top was even more provocative - behind her shoulders were completely open on the neck and upper shoulder blades, holding onto thin ribbons on the neck, and in the lower back there was such a deep cut that you could see the upper part of the white elastic ass and alluring hollow of the meju . Even I was fascinated by the appearance of elastic rolling halves of her round butt and a seductive hollow between them, and I slapped heartily and heartily over my bare buttock.

But it was not all - in front of two scant triangular shreds of fabric they covered the lush white breasts by half, that is, both her melons in the middle were shamelessly naked down to the protruding nipples at the very edge of the matter: her body was naked in the shape of an oval a cut-out revealing most of a femininely tender belly. As you know, the bra was not on her - he would have ruined everything, in her opinion, when I asked him to wear it. If it were not for the ultrashort lower part of the dress in the form of a symbolic skirt, then it could be put on the beach, and then not everywhere because of nipples naked cherries every now and then - her breasts after birth gave rise to size three to four. In short, her outfit would be more suitable for an escort girl than for a married woman. I still pinned her:

“Does your swimsuit burst, baby?” - to which she pouted and with offense said that she really wants to wear it. Having gone into the bedroom, she after a while, with an ingratiating facial expression, came with a black jacket draped over her shoulders, buttoned on two buttons. I calmed down a bit, although, to tell the truth, this jacket still exposed a considerable part of the upper part of her beautiful bosom, and from below a wide belly with a piercing ring in the navel, but her nipples were no longer looming before my eyes!

- Well, dear, wear this swimsuit, if you really want, but mind you, when you go to dance, you will not take off your jacket.

“Well, honey,” she said with a beaming smile, if anything, you protect me, my knight? I behind your back feel like a stone wall.

- Where can I go! - I said, flattered by her flattery, knowing in my heart that my missus skillfully manipulated me. However, the aching feeling of imminent troubles did not leave me in the restaurant, although the atmosphere there was calm, since almost all visitors were middle-aged people, mostly with their wives. Only at one table sat three young men, who looked like gangsters externally, but they behaved quite decently, and even as everywhere in any tavern there were several defiantly dressed pretty girls who came in the hope of removing wealthy and generous men.

An hour after our appearance there, when we were happy to savor the ordered dishes, Igor appeared, who, seeing the company of girls, went to them. He was already tipsy, judging by his brilliant eyes, and when he caught up with our table, he exclaimed in surprise, replaced by joy:

- Wow! And what fate are you? ”He asked, and with a wink at Lenka, he continued:

- Where did you dig such a beauty? Maybe she has the same beautiful friend?

“No, dear, she is the only one,” I answered jokingly continuing the dialogue, “if you want, you can take off one of those girls,” I suggested, pointing at them.

- No, they are not worthy of even your girl’s nail, may I join you? - in the same joking tone, but with hope in his voice he continued, - I'd rather stay in the company of such a queen, maybe something breaks off for me? - He said, eagerly glancing lustfully at Lena's bare legs, between which red thongs were visible.

“You will hardly break anything, dear,” I replied with a grin, noticing him ...