Yes, no ... absolutely no ... and that's how no matter how my wife pestered me in the evening, I remained indifferent ... that is, absolutely ... There was no strength, no desire in particular ... Well, I just do not want ... or not, I want to ... I want a woman, I really want to ... but not my own, but another, someone else's ... My wife somehow tried for about half an hour, then sighed sadly and fell off ... But I wanted ... I wanted ... I wanted ... I did ... too, after all, not a stone ... too, apparently ... it was necessary for her ... I couldn’t get my pussy ... nowhere could I get it ... not you will not get and you will not sew ... Yes-sss ...

It took about two days. It all happened and started in the morning. I went to the market to buy fruit. Ludka stayed at home shamanit about breakfast near the stove. I left the house, climbed the hill and was already about to go down from it, as if something had either knocked, or chirped, or clanged in my head — look around! I took it and looked around. And from this slide, our whole house and our entire yard is visible, well, as in a palm. And I see this courtyard of ours, I see my wife at the stove, and next to it I see who would you think ... Anatoly! That still think what? Is this why everyone can't sleep? After all, go fucking all night long. Trampled, I trampled on the hill, not knowing what to do. And these down there, like, talking about something. Maybe so about anything, and maybe ... Something Anatoly painfully close to Lyudka stands. She really comes from the heat of his elda feels. And she laughs like, yes! seems to be laughing, as it is very much wrong ...

In general, in my head again something clicked and I rushed headlong down, just not to the house and not from the house, but to the side, along the fence, there into the ravine, into which the windows of our room looked out and from which this wall was fenced off the courtyard I rode like a mountain goat over all these heaps of rubble, over bushes with a thorn, over the mountains of some kind of rags in a garbage can ... Rode around, got a little breath, and only then quietly crept up to the wall behind which was a yard, carefully peered into the hole between stones. And in the courtyard, then no one was there. I somehow strangely muddled somewhere in the lower abdomen. I rushed to our window. It was open. I cautiously approached him and, standing on tiptoe, looked into the room. O-ooo! Premonitions did not deceive him! I look, my Lyudka is standing at the table, like, she is cutting sausage, and behind this is the very Tolyan.

She presses and presses, presses and presses, and at the same time also strokes my Ludka with both her hands from the sides and the front. Smoothes, smoothes, and at the very, I see, it already stands in the pants! so fucking sausage! and here it is, everything is rubbing and rubbing, rubbing and rubbing, and all about Lyudkin's ass. Here, I think, it would have been better for Lyudka to cut his sausage with his knife, that would be the case. And Anatoly slowly stretches one button on Lyudkin’s robe, then another, climbs there and grabs Lyudkin’s chest with both hands. And starts to paw. To paw and paw ... Well, what would you do in my place? Would you like hi? Would you get in the window and fuck this Tolyan so that he worked for the rest of his life on tablets? And my wife at the same time still pizdyuley piled? In order not to be forgotten. Yes of course.

Probably everyone would do that, every real man. But that's not me. I did not do that. I struggled and struggled with thoughts, thought and thought what to do and how, and as a result, I remained standing still. Very much all of this, to be honest, excited me, this is what my other man has, my wife really wanted to see how the whole thing would end. So I stood, and looked at it all from behind the window, and slowly jerked off. Meanwhile, Tolyan was spreading a dressing gown on Lyudka farther and farther away, and finally stretched it out completely. She was trembling all over, her knees were bending over. She stood with her head tilted to the side and her eyes closed. The knife fell from her hands and clattered to the floor with a clang. That sign came true - a man came. Only the opposite is true.First a man came, he took my woman for tits, and only then the knife fell.

I think by that time Lyudka had already come to terms with everything that should have happened after that. It seems that she even wanted to. Only now she was afraid a little more that I suddenly suddenly come back and catch her with this lover. And Tolyan did not waste time. He laughed Ludka a bit more for tits, and then resolutely climbed all of his huge five into her panties. “Do not ...” - Lyudka tried to resist sluggishly, but immediately groaned when Tolyan, with his middle and thickest finger, led her along the gap. “You already bitch!” Tolyan whispered quite a bit. He pulled out his hand, wiped it on his pants, then took Ludka by the shoulders with both hands and abruptly pulled off her robe. Then he also abruptly pulled off her pants and again pressed against her from behind, to her naked thighs.

I looked at my naked wife in the arms of this ghoul, and often-often jerked off. Anatoly pawed his wife all over his body: by the shoulders, by the chest, by the belly, by the thighs, by the cunt, by the legs ... and I stood and jerked off on it all. And Lyudka only repeated everything with a whisper: “Well, don’t ... Don’t ... Well, I beg of you ... don’t ...” Anatoly opened her face to himself, stuck out his fleshy and thick tongue, licked Lyubkin’s lips and then sucked them into himself. He sucked and sucked her lips, and Ludka herself tightened and tightened, pressed her sticking tits to his hairy chest, pressed her pussy to her dick for her ass. And she felt both his tongue and his hairy chest and his huge penis and more and more surrendered to him. My Lyudka no longer belonged to me, but belonged to this Tolyan, this orangutan, which I had never heard of just a few days ago.

I must say Tolyan did everything skillfully, confidently and competently. Such bliss spread over Ludkin’s face, which I have never on him, never, in all the years of our life together, I have never seen before. Although I will not say that I was somehow a sucker in this topic ... Finally, Anatoly decided to show my wife his weapon. He took a step back from her and pulled off the bicycles. Fat dick hard fell out of them, swayed and began to slowly rise, increasing and increasing in size. Lyudka opened her eyes, gasped and whispered again: “Oh, don't ... don't need ... I beg you ...” Without paying any attention to her lament, Tolyan stuck his cudgel between her legs, put Lyudka on her and began to quietly rub your dick on her cunt. Feeling such a dick between her legs, my wife came to her senses a bit, tried to get off and move away from Tolyan, but he firmly pressed her to her, did not let her slit and rubbed and rubbed about Lyudkin's crotch.

And after having taken this, he lifted Ludka by the ass and dragged him onto the bed. A thick plop sticking out between Lyudkin's legs from the side of the ass and seemed ready to explode, so much she was puffed up, so stretched, all kind of blue and red. “Now he will insert it! Now he will insert Ludka! Now he will fuck her! ”- pounded in my brain. But I did not budge. Anatoly put my Lyudka on the bed, spread her legs, he himself sank down on top of her and began to quietly adjust. “Now, now, now ...” As during slow-motion filming, I saw how the fat pang of this Tolyan, this ebar-killer, this muzhlan-muzhik, rested against my wife in her pussy. I saw the labia's lips parted, the prick for lubrication slid to the entrance of the vagina, parted it and stuck it halfway. My wife, feeling that she was already fucked, suddenly burst into tears, sobbing like a girl who was tearing hymen.

If it really hurt her from such a size, she felt ashamed to change for the first time, to change to me, to her husband, if she was happy to feel a member of an unfamiliar man in herself ... I don't know ... She was crying, I was watching like fucking my wife, and Anatoly continued to do his job. All his prick has already entered Lyudkin's pussy. Lyudka cried even louder.Anatoly entered her by a third, she began to sob, then half, she began to scream, finally Anatoly sharply pushed all the dick into her for the most eggs, Lyudka wheezed, and at that moment I finished. My God, never in my life have I finished so much as on the day when Anatoly fucked my wife in front of me. I threw myself out as much sperm as I usually throw out five times. A long, non-drying gelatinous puddle remained under the window for a long time, as if someone had brought from the sea and threw a large jellyfish to die there.

I even seemed to lose consciousness for a while. And when I gradually came to my senses, the first thing I heard was the measured creaking of the bed. Anatoly fucked my wife, finished in her, she finished, he puffed, she moaned, and I looked at all this and could not understand where I was, who I was, and what was happening here. There was a kind of ringing in my ears, everything was blurring before my eyes. Then the forces slowly returned, I threw a last look out the window, my wife's fucking was still going on, and I slowly slipped away. Away, away and away ... I didn’t know where to go first. But then he went to the sea. Bathed, lay there ... Gradually came to himself. At some point I felt terribly ashamed of everything that happened. “Kozel1 Now you are a real goat!” I whispered to myself. But then somehow calmed down. Well, what actually happened. Never mind. Sooner or later this happens to all husbands and all wives.

All sooner or later change. It is only necessary not to loop on this, but try to get pleasure from it. And I experienced well, just a great pleasure ...

When I returned home, my wife was lying on the bed, with her head covered with a sheet, well, just like a deceased person. I asked her that she, like her, she mumbled in reply that she was unwell and that she would not go anywhere. I said: "Well, okay," and also lay down and soon even fell asleep. So together we slept until the evening. In the evening we knocked on the door. This is to our guests again Anatoly granted ...