In this, as may be in subsequent ones (from your desire), events rather than stories will not be fictional or embellished, only fragments of my life, sensations, feelings and experiences.

It was March on the street, slush on the roads and already well past midnight when, after a big argument with my wife, I was randomly driving around Moscow and noticed a raised hand of a young guy about twenty-eight standing on the sidewalk. His name was Sasha (all names are changed for well-known reasons). I did not care with whom and where to go, and the money I was interested in the least. It was lonely. I had to go for about forty minutes. On the way, we got loose, and I dedicated it to my troubles. Constant quarrels and no sex life, even rape. When they arrived, he did not have the money, and he very much asked to wait until he brought them. I am waiting. Five minutes later he brought the promised, and with a smile that seemed familiar on his face. And she kindly invites me to her home, referring to the invitations of his wife, that she is very hospitable and will be glad to see me. At first I was embarrassed, but when he pulled my hand, I decided that I still have no hurry. The apartment was just gorgeous, I am left with. When I entered the house and took off my shoes, I found very dirty hands after a nightly replacement of the punctured wheel and asked permission to wash them. Without hesitation, the owner opened the door to the large bathroom and pointed to the sink and towel. I was even embarrassed when, behind the matte curtain, I saw a damn slender female figure washing in the shower and, blushing at the tickiness of the situation, modestly averted his eyes.

“Do not be embarrassed, nothing terrible,” said Sasha, “this is my wife Olya, come in behind the curtains!”, Pushed me there and left, closing the door behind him. The hands were very dirty, and the clothes were badly hurt. It was not easy to wash them. I was already finishing this procedure when the shower was turned off, and a hand and face of an absolutely charming young woman of about twenty-four appeared from behind the curtains. She greeted her with a smile and asked to give her a towel. It turned out to be one, and I filed my own. Apologizing for piquancy, she takes it in her hands, and from behind the curtain looks strikingly smooth beautiful thigh and no less luxurious chest. For some reason I wanted to sit down and my mouth refused to close. I turned to the washbasin, but there she was in a large mirror. The curtain behind her opened wide and she began to dry herself. I just froze and when I looked up, I saw in the mirror how she put her foot on the edge of the bathroom, carefully wiping each toe. I, having raised my wet hands, stood and already openly admired all its charms separately and in a complex. At some point, wiping the inside of her legs, she pushes them apart, and I see how pink lips look modestly looking. When finished wiping, she notices that her robe fell into a puddle and got wet. In a loud voice calls Sasha and asks for this reason to bring her another and two more towels. Then I was ready to fall through the ground, imagining how he would go down now and what he would see. For a couple of minutes, she laid a towel on the edge of the bathroom, standing, smoothing and squeezing the hair with both hands. Then he stares at me and, abruptly lowering his eyes on the place where his legs grow from, spreads into a smile. I was very tight in my pants. The door opens and Sasha comes in. Catching her eyes, catches the meaning of his wife's smile. So liked, approve. We would be offended if it were different, says and gives us a towel, and she also has a bathrobe, it means not blue.

Coming out of the bathroom, I see on the table a few bottles of excellent vintage wines and a bit of yummy. I didn’t eat anything all day and realized that today I’ll not be able to leave for sure. We sat down with Sasha at the table and saw his obviously love smile facing my back.I turn around on the threshold of Olya in a tight dress made of thin light-colored fabric over a naked body, which I blushed again. They drank, ate. Quiet music. Talked about nothing. So two hours passed. Olya says that her head is spinning, she sits down on the sofa and closes her eyes. After five or ten minutes, I look and see how her face turns pink, changes in color from red to pale and the chill begins. Sasha jumped up and quickly unzipped the dress. Again, between the slightly spread legs, the same lines of the labia, but already red, struck me. She often breathed heavily, and I noticed how her breasts swelled. Sasha asks me to help her take off her dress. It became embarrassing again, but with great joy I agreed to help with this. Raise her and he holds her waist, and I take off. Her legs are shaking. Sasha unzips the belt of his trousers and tells me to undress. Only now, perhaps, I have fully understood what the problem is. Olya sits down on the sofa, takes my hand and before I come to my senses, my jeans have already fallen. Another instant, and my jewel was already in her hands in a stranglehold in both hands, at the same time even tenderly, but I didn’t want to escape. I already took off everything else. In her eyes, she saw fire. I thought I would have to say goodbye to my friend. Sasha just raised her ass and put it on himself. Here she was completely mad. This moan with my cock in my mouth heard, it seems even the neighbors. She, swaying, then swallowed him, then again drael like a cucumber.

My patience has come to an end. And as soon as my dick fluttered for the first time, she raised her head high and squeezed it between her breasts and immediately sperm splashed a powerful stream around her neck. From somewhere from the depths of the soul a moan escaped her. I just managed to grab the napkins off the table, and she was already smearing her chest. Sasha lifts her in the ass, lays on her back, lifts her legs high and again fills her wealth with her, and Olya is already literally twitching her burgundy clit with her fingers. After seeing this scene, after a couple of minutes, I again caught fire, but began to wipe her breasts. Seeing this, Sasha gives me his place, and he brings the member to her face. I do not know how long it lasted, but I already felt that I needed a break. All sweating, but the member no longer felt. He was just wooden. Pulled out. And she grabbed my hair and pressed her lips to her sweet pie. So I stuck. For a couple of minutes she just rubbed me there and smeared it there. In her moan of pain, I just noticed that Sanya had finally finished, and as if she was trying to suck everything up to the last gram. Her legs trembled with convulsions, and I was glad for myself that I was not bespectacled. But for a minute he heard only the noise of the sea and experienced deep pressure on his head. Roof rode finally. When Sanya and I were already sober and swaying, Olya spread her legs wide apart with both hands and worked herself without much effort without stopping. Quickly moving both hands on the clitoris and labia, she sometimes thrust her thumb into the vagina and her ass seemed to jump up and down. Looking at her face, it was all like agony. Having exchanged glances with Sanya, I realized how difficult it is for him to live. He looked not happy, but businesslike and tired. But that he loves her, it was visible to the naked eye. So already five years - he whispered. After drinking a glass of nutmeg, we again sat down with her. He pointed to my lower abdomen, and he took her breast in his hand and leaned over her face and kissed him soothingly. In order to warm up myself, I bent her legs at the knees and widely spread them. It was a wet burgundy stain. Sasha got up, said that now we’ll carry her to the shower, and left. I again turned my gaze where it attracted. Lifting her head, she looked at me, even somehow opening her mouth and stretching her lower jaw in front. In the eyes was unquenchable thirst Looking at my face, she spread her lips with both hands and raised her ass. The wet vagina was wide open, which did not see the bottom. And I slowly put two fingers in there, and with my tongue, just touching, I caressed my clitoris.Sasha entered the room and we carried her to the bathroom.

Both climbed into the tub and became on both sides of her washcloths. She leaned in the direction of the sleigh, again took his penis in her mouth and began to chew him up as if, and turned her ass to me and slightly pressed herself against me. I accepted this invitation. Sanya, having finished once again, sat down, his member sagged, and they just looked into each other's eyes. He liked it. He just baldell. Then she turned around and crouching, took hold of me. From the pleasure of my eyes simply refused to look at one point. Feeling a close orgasm, I already wanted to break free, but she grabbed a member stronger and earned more quickly with her tongue. Her eyes became dull, and her legs quivered and refused to hold. This I have never experienced. And Sanya even seemed proud of her skills, and her eyes seemed to say “Envy!” To me. Were home, dried off and went to make the bed. In her eyes there was no limit to happiness. She just beamed. It was already fresh and ready for new feats. She lay down between us. With some breaks, she turned her ass to me, then to her husband. Even when it seemed that the forces were no longer and never would be, she turned on the nightlight and again raised our fighting spirit.

In a word, she fucked us in all respects. We woke up only at midday from the smell of coffee. It was a breakfast earned.

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