The bus was crowded. People, choking on the heat, stood very tightly.

Natasha and I were, like two herrings, in that barrel, which is always remembered in buses, at rush hour.

But before, my wife loved when I, in anticipation of good sex, literally smeared her supple body over my heroic bosom. Now is not it. Ten years of matrimonial experience ... Sad.

People in the bus, as a rule, swinging steadily. Unwillingly rub against each other. And someone, perhaps, with pleasure. One of my friends - so he specifically went to the crowded buses. Attach to a young lady and well rub. Sometimes we go with him, he, I see, grinds. I step back — I don't know him — and I myself watch the face of the girl. A friend always chose modest ones. Modest fights do not like. Watching. At the beginning - until she notices a cudgel resting on her - her face is calm. Then - surprise, anxiety, confusion. He tries to look back imperceptibly - who is the bully? The trick is that girls, in such cases, had the opportunity to pretend that she did not notice anything. Otherwise, you have to react! Screaming, brawling, and this modest girl does not go, she can not - shy. So he suffers impudent pestering, stands, with an expression of suffering on his face. My friend, a scoundrel of a sort, came to the point that he began to let his hands in the course, climb into the panties. But, too, carefully, sneak, again, giving the opportunity to pretend to be insensible.

I remembered all this, swinging in the bus, very tightly with my dear wife. Feeling full contact. Chest, belly, breath. The smell of her perfume interrupted the smells of the sweaty crowd. I was even a little excited, especially since we did not have sex for several days. Nothing, come home - catch up. First - the shower. Then affectionate striptease. Gently and slowly. Stretching the wait. The first, chaste kiss in the neck ... a slight stroke of the buttocks: languid sighs:

A few drunken guys squeezed themselves into the bus, along with the vodka spirit. Looking displeased, I saw some drunken faces.

After a couple of minutes, Natasha began to look around indignantly. But stirring was almost impossible. It was felt that she, with a grimace of disgust, trying to move away from the guy standing behind. Awesome with gold teeth. Dull eyes, stupid grin. Clear. Rubs, kicks. Well, I do not! Okay, a friend got used up - so after all to strangers! And then, dear wife! It is necessary to leave, move ahead:

The flick of a knife-miscarriage made me stand still. The sharp blade bit into the buttock.

- Stay quietly, countryman, we will go on - laughed behind.

What to do? Make noise, indignant? Easily pen nudged. And the people around ... I knew these people perfectly! Just not me! My hut with the edge and my shirt closer to the body. However, whether to condemn them? I myself would have thought three times before rushing at the gang of drunken blatari who have a knife in my pocket.

So I stood, pressed to my wife, propped up with a knife, feeling the fellow with drunken mug grind to her. As my friend, only rougher, of course. However, whether only grinds? Maybe he is... ? No, it's impossible ... right here, on the bus ... though ... who knows.

- Well, what are you ... do not ... what are you ?! - whispered Natasha, trying in vain to move away.

My head, suddenly, began to resemble a balloon. A quiet ring and one stupid thought - it is a pity that my wife did not wear pants. They would be harder to get to her. Just rubbed - and that's it. And so ...

- Quiet, do not twitch, bitch - croaked fellow is breathing heavily. I felt my wife's body begin to shake rhythmically. Now, if she was in trousers ... I, to the pain clearly, felt all the tremors. The edge of the knife made me cling to Natasha in front, and the fellow fucked her from behind. Now, this was no doubt. This is clearly not the guys who can be limited to rubbing. And hope was stupid.He rhythmically and sharply pushed Natasha, or rather pushed Natasha ... It is a pity, though, that she is not wearing pants ...

And if I could free my wife from this, would I? What a question?! Of course ... I would ... probably ... of course, protect her ... But I can't! I can not! Do you want to? What kind of question ?! Of course ... Is this a strange, aching feeling? Where is it from? And what does it mean? Her rape, my little defenseless wife, rape this cretin. He raped her right on the bus and, moreover, raped her by pressing her husband! Raped! What a terrible and sweet word ?! He rapes her and breathes heavily, she, my poor, all subject to him, the rapist.

The thrusts have become stronger. Pushing my wife, he put me on the knife!

There was only one thing to do - to adapt to move towards.

“That's right, right,” said the blatar standing behind him, “Fuck her and you.”

Fuck Lay on her, she is ready, she is already being pulled, so pull on you too! See how Vitek pyalit it? She likes! She does not cry. Come on and you, push it to the full extent!

Not remembering myself, I unzipped my pants. Stuck a tight member under the pubis of his wife. Warm and wet! A wave of heat swept over me, turning me into an animal, into a rough male, taking the female by force. I made a few pokes, in the most cherished area of ​​my wife’s body, where a foreign member was now hosting - I felt his uniform work - entry, exit, entry, exit. What if... ? Without feeling the knife from behind — maybe it was already gone — I crouched, twisted, thrust my hand in, directed, pressed my penis to the stranger, and sharply pushed. Natasha screamed loudly, but I was already there, inside, along with that, another one, who, after some hitch, again began to move evenly. Immediately I, with a loud growl — something that had never happened to me before — threw out the contents of my heavy eggs into the hot bosom of my wife. Faint and dizzy ... ringing in the ears :.

How much time passed after that? I realized that I was still standing with my pants down and my cock was still tense, as if it had not been this wild, stormy detente. One natural movement - and I again entered the fold of my wife. Member slid freely forward. This time, I'm alone. How lonely, how slippery! My and someone else's sperm, and Natasha's lubricant! Whore! Get more from me! I began to drive the member as far as possible, throwing my head back and dull looking into her pleading eyes. No, really! I fuck you again, my dear!

And the thug was again attached to her back, and I understood what he wanted to do. His hand smeared on my penis, on Natasha's sex lips, scooped up grease. Understandable for what. It will be more difficult for him to enter this tight and hot hole .: It’s a pity that she’s not wearing pants ... Natasha bent, tensed, trying to wriggle out - she was only squeezed from the sides. She screamed when the dude started jabs.

So we fucked my poor wife in both holes. I felt another member inside her belly, I felt him when I went deeper - after all, he also moved there, simultaneously with me. Approaching the orgasm, I heard Natasha's moan. She, too, ends - I frantically banged member. We limp at the same time. A little later, discharged and dude. They went off, giving Natasha the opportunity to wear panties and fix the dress. She never believed that a knife was attached to my ass.