It was Friday evening and I absolutely did not know where to put myself. The departure planned for last week with friends outside the city for the night broke, but I did not have a backup plan. After supper after work, I lay on the couch and mechanically switched TV channels, when suddenly an SMS came from an unknown number:

- Hello.

- Hello. And who is it?

- This is Marina from work.

- What is Marina?

- Do you have a lot of Marin at work?

I quickly drove through the memory of all the girls from the brigade. Is it really Marina V. writes me? Plain, unremarkable person. Silent is always like a mouse. For a year of work, I barely exchanged a few words with her. For work, we were in no way connected, and we met only at a pre-shift briefing. He is not tall, with an ugly, pinched face, and even wears glasses that do not decorate her at all. The figure is really good, good legs, boobs, too, nothing. I knew that she was married, like a child. What did she think she wrote me?

- Ah, I get it, you are Marina V.

- Finally figured it out. What are you doing? Maybe pobuhaem?

- Where, when?

- Come in an hour to the DC, I'll come.

- And who else will be?

- My friend and husband, they bought a car, we will wash it, so there is no need to buy anything.

- OK. I will come.

Already on the road, I hesitated, thinking that perhaps this was someone's stupid joke. But having already driven half the town, there was no point in returning. But no, Marina really stood on the patch of a house under the tree and, cross-legged, smoked. She was dressed lightly: a short bell skirt of thin fabric and a white top with a neckline.

“Let's go,” she said instead of the greeting, and headed towards the river.

Passing through a residential area, we walked past the garages and reached the overgrown river with bushes, which, after fifty meters, was abruptly cut off. The space between the bushes was dotted with footpaths, everywhere was littered with garbage. I didn’t immediately notice the blue minibus, to which Marina confidently walked. Opening the side door, she climbed inside, I followed her.

- Vadim. - A gray-haired man sitting in the driver's seat extended his hand to me.

- Sergei. - I shook a strong hand.

- Oksana. - The pretty, brightly made-up blonde from the front passenger seat responded.

Between ours and the front seats, a small table was laid out, on which stood a stacked bottle of vodka, glasses, an egg-box with draft beer. Lies of dried fish, sliced ​​bread, sausage and cheese lay. The first toast was, of course, an acquaintance. Well, then it started. An hour later, I felt in this company as if I had been acquainted with these people all my life. The only thing I did not know how to behave with Marina. Her presence pleasantly worried me. Especially the moment she touched me with her bare foot or hair. I was tempted to put her hand on her thigh or hug her shoulder, but I was afraid to hurry and ruin everything. However, it was necessary to decide on a step. This moment came when Marina wanted to go to the toilet and she began to climb over me, holding her skirt on the pope with her hands.

The thin translucent fabric stretched and you could make out little white underpants under it. I took her hips, as if supporting her, to help her keep her balance. The girl did not express displeasure. Well, let's go further. While Marina was doing her little business, I put my hand into my shorts and straightened the embarked member so that it would stick upwards, towards the navel. When Marina started to climb back, I also took her by the hips and, pulling at myself, put her backwards directly on my riser. She oyknula, but not outraged, but by surprise. However, he immediately squirmed his ass, settling down comfortably. The member eventually settled down in a hollow between the two halves. I knew that she could not help feeling my erection, but I sat as if nothing had happened. I gently laid my hand on her bare knee. No reaction.Developing success, I began to stroke her right hand on the leg, climbing up and under the skirt, stroking her between her legs through her panties. Oksana from the front seat could not see my actions. But Vadim had to constantly observe and choose such a moment that he did not look in our direction. Nevertheless, in ten minutes I was rubbing it all up, even put my finger in my cunt. She already flowed. There was no doubt anymore - the bitch called me to fuck. Well, damn it! The husband is at work, the son is in the village, and she is sitting on the lap of another man. Though friends would be ashamed! Climbing under her skirt soon got tired and I tried to switch to the chest. But as soon as I seized the moment, I tried to get under the topic, as Marina gently took my hand and removed it from her chest. Turning to me, she whispered in my ear:

- Do not rush.

I realized that she had conceived something and stopped while she was pawing, focused on drinking.

- Well, you sit, and we have a beer. - Said Vadim, putting an empty glass.

As soon as the front doors slammed, Marina turned to me and gave me a kiss. Responding to her, and pulled up her top and began eagerly knead tits. Pulling away from me, Marina reached into her purse and handed me a condom. She herself rose up above me and pulled the pants down to her knees. Standing like that, she looked impatiently over her shoulder as I straightened the gum on my baton.

- Everything? - Putting her hand between her legs, she took the penis and deftly tucked it into herself. Sticking with her hand behind the seat back, she began such a furious jump that the car stopped by. A little oshalev from such temperament, I slightly waved her, squeezing her hands on his chest. The bitch moaned so loudly that I looked around anxiously several times around. Without ceasing to jump on me, Marina removed one of my hands from my chest and sent myself between my legs. I realized what she wanted and began to finger her clit. Two minutes later, the girl went into a heart-rending cry. Tilting over me, she arched into an arc. For a moment she froze in this position, closing her eyes and biting her lip. A spasm ran through her body.

- Well, you're just a nymphomaniac. - I told her when she finally went limp and looked at me with a meaningful look. She smiled contentedly and asked:

- And how are you?

- None. - I answered honestly, - I just, when I drink, I can’t always finish for a long time. - She looked at her watch.

- We still have about five minutes. Do you have time? She asked, starting to move her hips.

- Come in your mouth, it will be faster.

Without answering, she climbed down and sat beside me. I pulled off the condom and, putting my hand on the back of her head, pulled her head down. She obediently leaned, took the dick in her mouth and quickly jerked her head. Sucked marina well. Deeply taking the penis in her mouth, she froze in this position, slightly twisted her head, then let it out of her mouth, took a breath, sucked the head, and again quickly moved her head for a while. However, it was time to stop. Having gathered her hair in a bun, I clamped them in my fist and began to quickly jerk her head, while simultaneously giving my hips up.

- Stronger lips, stronger, I'm on the verge already!

Marina pulled her lips a little harder and started pressing her fingers against her dick. I really enjoyed it from the skillful suction and because that sucks a married girl, someone else's wife. Finally I started to cum the bitch in my mouth. Holding her head between my legs, I moved my hips, throwing out a seed with loud moans. Marina obediently waited my orgasm, swallowing sperm. Only when a member went limp in her mouth and I let her go, she straightened up and said with displeasure:

- I barely pulled my hair off!

“Sorry, at such moments you don't really control yourself.” Especially because you're doing so well ...

“I thought she would never end with you,” she said this, looking in the mirror and tinting her lips. - Always so plentifully you finish?

- Just a long time there was no one. - I have already managed to clean up and lit up.

- And here we are! - The front doors swung open and Vadim and Oksana got into the car. “Have you been bored here?”