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The doorbell rang. What am I going to tell her now? I thought for two days, but didn’t think of anything ... I looked through the peephole. It is worth, head bent low. Guilty ... waiting when I open it. Fuck, how do I want her !!! All the anger has disappeared somewhere, but it is necessary ...
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Today, my wife fuck!
Well, a day ...
Even in the morning nothing foreshadowed. As usual, he got up, washed, ate the breakfast cooked by his wife and at the computer. I checked the mail and, among the heaps of spam, I found a letter from a well-wisher with a provocative title: Your wife is a fuck! What is in it ...
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Well, a day ...
Even in the morning nothing foreshadowed. As usual, he got up, washed, ate the breakfast cooked by his wife and at the computer. I checked the mail and, among the heaps of spam, I found a letter from a well-wisher with a provocative title: Your wife is a fuck! What is in it ...
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Night divorce.
- Do you really doubt that I could change you?
- I doubt it.
- In vain ... You know, sometimes you want to fuck so much that you don't even think about anything else! Even drooling flow from desire!
- And often this desire happens? Do you often feel like that?
- It happens! Especially then ...
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- Do you really doubt that I could change you?
- I doubt it.
- In vain ... You know, sometimes you want to fuck so much that you don't even think about anything else! Even drooling flow from desire!
- And often this desire happens? Do you often feel like that?
- It happens! Especially then ...
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It so happened that I returned home earlier than usual. The training was canceled due to the closure for the renovation of the hall where we played football. Summer. Heat. Kids are on vacation with their grandmother. My precious one is waiting for me at home. Here, I think, I will give her a surprise, on the occasion of what was earlier ...
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Almost from the very beginning, of our life together, my wife and I “warmed up” each other with various fantasies on the subject of adultery: the third in bed, random fucking, all this was accompanied by a juicy mat ... She wanted to try more with another girl, I insisted on one more ...
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Part 2
At the airport, we got things, went through customs, met Mikhail at the exit. He took all the bags from Dasha, like, “this is not a woman's business,” and brought us to a minivan that was waiting for him, and he brought us to the hotel without any problems.
"Orgasmus" was a luxury hotel with ...
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At the airport, we got things, went through customs, met Mikhail at the exit. He took all the bags from Dasha, like, “this is not a woman's business,” and brought us to a minivan that was waiting for him, and he brought us to the hotel without any problems.
"Orgasmus" was a luxury hotel with ...
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Part 3
Third day of rest
Morning jogging with Michael did not relieve sexual tension in Dasha. We assumed such a development of events, therefore, when she ran to our bungalow, I was already dressed out on the street. She was genuinely surprised:
- Where are you going?
- I'll go to the store ...
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Third day of rest
Morning jogging with Michael did not relieve sexual tension in Dasha. We assumed such a development of events, therefore, when she ran to our bungalow, I was already dressed out on the street. She was genuinely surprised:
- Where are you going?
- I'll go to the store ...
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4 part
In the room I found Dasha in disheveled feelings. The television was on, but she did not watch it, but sat back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling. It was noticeable that she was preparing for a serious conversation with me, and even, perhaps, wants to throw a scandal. Apparently, she felt ...
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In the room I found Dasha in disheveled feelings. The television was on, but she did not watch it, but sat back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling. It was noticeable that she was preparing for a serious conversation with me, and even, perhaps, wants to throw a scandal. Apparently, she felt ...
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Part 5
Sixth day of rest
In the morning, Dasha was at least nervous enough, but much more adequate. What is called, the morning of the evening is wiser. My wife no longer discussed with me the topic - to go to her or not, she was going to and put on make-up, making it as much as possible everyday. But...
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Sixth day of rest
In the morning, Dasha was at least nervous enough, but much more adequate. What is called, the morning of the evening is wiser. My wife no longer discussed with me the topic - to go to her or not, she was going to and put on make-up, making it as much as possible everyday. But...
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