Later in the evening, we finally gathered again in the bath. I was anticipating the behavior of my wife. With Oleg, everything is clear, he just bastard.

Before we went to the bath, Katya asked me several times or everything was fine, she was extremely caring and courteous to me. This time, she did not wrap herself with a towel on her naked body, but put on a swimsuit that was very sexy. However, for some reason I remained a bit excited and could not concentrate, there were some noises in my head. I did not recognize myself, because I had never had such arousal before.

As for Kati, she clearly played the role of a deceived mouse. I have not forgotten what was in the forest.

- Come to me, my kitty. - Said his wife when she tucked her milkings in a swimsuit, feeling for the clitoris through a thin fabric. “Wow!” Thought to himself, feeling a wet spot with his fingers.

Pulling back a little cloth, I began to rub my swollen dumpling with my fingers. Given that the wife maintained absolute calm, everything seemed very strange. Katya was like under hypnosis, she answered very nicely and thoughtfully, but slyly. Her eyes were somehow lifeless, and when she massaged her clitoris with her fingers, they were completely enveloped in mucus. And as soon as she held on?

When I pulled away from my wife, I looked at my fingers and opened them. Between the fingers stretched the bridges of mucus from Katya's discharge, this I have never seen. I had anxiety mixed up with great excitement. I wanted to lick her there, but I never did it without a wife’s request. I did not think this was a bastard, but I preferred classics, and in our sex was not proactive. And then, mlyat, I wanted to lick, so much so that I was ready to gobble up.

We passed the general hall, where Oleg was already waiting for us. I decided to let off some steam and dream up before going to the bathhouse with the riser. Hiding in the toilet, I could not help it and began to masturbate, listening to the conversation, fantasizing myself with all sorts of ridiculous situations with my wife. In addition to the phrases on duty, a couple of jokes and laughter of my wife did not hear anything, then there was silence. For some reason there was no movement in the hall, no talking.

Quickly finished my dirty work, I flushed and left rather from the toilet. Oleg sat at the table from one end, and Katya from the other and the distance was decent. Both greeted me with a look as if this performance was especially for me, saying: “Look, see, now you keep a distance!”. It was strange, and after I blew off the steam, I was very angry with myself and did not understand why I was doing all this. This noise and clouding in my head ... this never happened.

I did not know what would give us this evening, but sitting in the bath I decided for myself that regardless of whether I would catch Katya red-handed again or not, tomorrow I’ll leave here. I put the battery back and warned Oleg not to touch him without my permission.

We got up and went to the bath

Ten minutes later, sitting, drinking, smoking hookah. Oleg took care of everything again and this time he kept away from alcohol. After a couple of drunk bottles of beer, I relaxed a bit, but I returned to the excitement and noise in my head.

I noticed that everyone was cheerful and we were all well. I felt the scent of lust, as if the pheromones of my wife and Oleg reigned around. "Can threesome fuck her?" ... fucking why do such thoughts come to me ?! I was angry with myself and could not understand where my self-control had gone.

- Every woman has her own smell. - I drew attention to one of Oleg's phrases in the conversation.

- What do you mean? - asked Kate.

- Every girl has a smell. The smell in the kiss, the smell emanating between the legs, the smell of sweat. But this is not about the degree of human hygiene. Each one has it, just like men, but for men it is sharper and not so pleasant.Sometimes I sniffed the pussy of one girl, and she smelled pink. - Oleg was frank.

- Ahahahah !! - Katez snealed, all flushed, folding her legs, squeezing her palm there. - how to understand "smelled of pink"?

- But go and know! - Olezha laughed - But the association is just that. It smelled like pink. I smelled, and only this color spun in my head - pure, velvet, pink.

“Mmm, and what happened after you sniffed?” - Kate playfully flirted. I looked at her a little with surprise, raising an eyebrow, but she did not turn in my direction. Her eyes remained lifeless.

It was a very important moment. Oleg did not answer, but for now I thought and began to analyze everything that is happening. Again arousal, and Kati is no longer here. There was a female who wanted to fuck, I clearly observed this in her dull gaze.

So, everyone is excited around. Katya is no longer Katya, Oleg and without alcohol began to remind me of yesterday’s behavior when he was cleaning his gun. I am excited, but because of the discharge in the toilet, I can hold myself in my hands a little. What I missed ... Why this all happens.

My wife wouldn't do that. I knew her essence, and she could not afford such neglect. But she does just that. Can they both be to blame? In this case, it looked as if it was a trick from the outside. Katya is kind and she is a clever girl. And Oleg has many skeletons in the closet, as it turned out. But why am I also involved in this?

At that moment, while I was thinking, Oleg suggested that we go to the steam room, I replied that I would go later, and Katya first looked at me waiting for my reaction, I shrugged, then she gave me the hookah pipe, got up and went along with Oleg steam room I understood that the situation is very hot.

A wife cannot just allow intimacy with another man, or rather, wives can do a lot, but here it was completely different, as if she quietly pushed me to have threesome sex. Did I really know her so badly? Or is it not fully revealed to itself?

I sat and could not understand why it all happens. In the steam room they were whispering about something not loudly, then the wife’s laughter, then talking again, then a little silence.

Dirty fantasies were creeping into my head all the time ... what if he was there digging while I'm sitting here cooling off ?! My cock began to bleed through the veins and swell, and with it increased the anger of injustice.

Minutes after 10 guys returned. The excitement was too great to say anything, but the mind refused to stop working. I thought, thought, thought, thought ...

- Katya. - I whispered to my wife when Oleg switched music on the phone and tuned it to the JBL player.

- Yes, cat? - asked wife.

- Tell me what's going on? I know that everything is tweaked. I saw him jerking off at a waterfall and you didn’t do anything.

- you what? This was not, I swear to you!

- Well, how so, I saw with my own eyes. I walked around the trees and hid myself to see how Oleg behaves with you, but you didn’t react to what he was jerking off to you.

- How do you jerk off? I do not remember that. I don’t even remember you leaving somewhere and leaving us.

Oops! Kate does not remember me going to the toilet? But it was this afternoon, she really does not remember? I could not have a hallucination, or could?

At this point, I looked somewhere in the direction, analyzing. Head noise, excitement. In the picture of my gaze was my hand, which holds the hookah pipe.

“Hookah ... soooo ... hookah yesterday was scored by Oleg. When we camped, I made the hookah and the fragrance was different from him, Oleg did not touch him. And now the scent is the same as yesterday, but the effect of arousal could not hold on for so long, the more excitement subsided ... mmm ... "- I reflected.

- Listen, and he re-hooked the hookah in the woods, don't you remember? - I asked Kate.

- As far as I remember, no. - My wife tried to help me with reflections through the blunted consciousness. She was already all twitching sitting on the couch, moving her hips from the bottom, punching her pussy on the seat.

But the flavor of the hookah was really ...