When everyone got drunk, Inga suggested playing a guessing game.

- It's like, it's like? - the guests were screaming.

“For a start, we need to take off,” Inga suggested derisively, and first she took off her fake blouse, through which one could already see pink cups of the bra.

Guests who gathered at the dacha on this Sunday, felt the excitement: they have long wanted to try something spicy, match the exquisite table.

Ingi's bust was great. She hung over the jacket in front of his spouse, who was sitting in the armchair, and asked him to undo the bra on the back. Its long-standing plots gently swung to different sides, causing a simultaneously embarrassed and frightened whispering. The rest of the ladies surprisingly willingly followed her example. It was then that Arnold finally got the full opportunity to compare his wife's bust with other, very seductive ones. With astonishment, he noted the impulse of sweetness, which was gradually pricked in the heart.

Men energetically followed the example of the fair sex. On the backs of the chairs interspersed with skirts, bras, trusikov flew snaps, jackets, ties. Finally, society felt liberated from the shackles of civilization.

Arnold, like everyone else, noted with some envy and even apprehension the muscular, writhing body of Michael - the only one who was not with his legal wife, but with his mistress.

- That's who today can only buy, not lose! - Arnold thought about himself with some feeling of envy.

- What next? - trying to hang on behind Valentina, Ilona inquired.

“And now let's throw it out on our fingers,” Inga explained efficiently, “to whom to drive.”

Perhaps, she would not have started this whole game, if she had known in advance that this role would fall to her. Alas, the prayer fell on her and she realized that now she would have to stand in Arnold's favorite pose. Mowing her eyes to her husband, she realized that he was experiencing contradictory feelings: after all, quite recently he could not assume that other men would have the opportunity to consider his wife in every detail!

Inga, not without some kind of sweetness, came to the chair, bent over strongly, leaning in the back, and spread her legs wide. Arnold noted that the rest of the men literally stared at the open crotch. Ladies with some apprehension twisted their lips in their ironic smiles, having noticed the revived phalluses of their spouses.

Once again, they started to kill the dikes. Lucky Valentine. His spouse demonstratively turned away, and he, fussing joyfully, ran up to Inge and, sniffing excitedly, gently pushed his dick into her vagina. He could not penetrate deeply, because Inga's propriality was still dry, but despite this, I tried to get maximum pleasure.

- This is Fedor, Fedop! - Inga screamed.

- I did not guess! - the guests answered chorus, and Valentine got the opportunity to continue his work without hindrance.

It was felt that Inga was beginning to get excited: she gripped the armrests of the chair firmly, her neck was sweating, she began to make subtle movements of the arm towards the lustful Valentin. Finally, he dispersed, and with relief he withdrew to the side, met with the displeased hiss of his full spouse.

His place was taken by the next lucky one. Already prepared bosom impededly let in his tool to the full depth, and Inga's deep thighs lasciviously moved in time with the movements. Arnold felt the curious glances of the guests. But he understood that the rules of the game did not allow him to interfere with the entertainment.

Fedor shamelessly used his rights, carelessly pushing not too excited member into the slippery gates of Inga.

Nevertheless, her excitement came: Arnold knew very well that the red spots on the spouse's back testify to the approach of a climax. Gradually, Fedor also warmed up, especially since his young wife, a lean, high-bust brunette, walked right up close and told him excitedly:

- Throw hips, Fedya! Get in deep! But we will not hear the sweet moans of this wretchedness!

She even tried to help her husband with her hands in such an important matter, but at that moment, Fedor, to her great dismay, was discharged, and Inga, without reaching the orgasm, remained standing with her thirsty thighs.

Arnold watched his wife with new eyes, experiencing simultaneously a feeling of acute shame and sweetness. Will another lustful male take possession of Inga before his eyes?

Suddenly, the heel fell on him - this funny game of chance even caused smiles among the guests. Arnold did not doubt that Inga would use this chance to come out of the game with honor and put another in his place.

He uncommonly approached his wife from behind, gently pushed his lips and, like so many times before, slightly slanted in his long-hardened rod. In order for Inga not to have any doubts, he even asked the usual, superstitious rhythm. To his surprise, Inga was silent, rather indifferently accepting him. Visitors died, realizing that something unusual was happening.

- This is Venia! - Inga screamed when Arnold unexpectedly began to finish herself abundantly. And he finally realized that Inga did not intend to use the chance to get out of the game. Now he most of all was afraid that Mikhail would be killed. Alas, that is what happened - a well-wounded, muscular Misha decisively pushed aside Arnold and his predatory naked head aimed at the very center of the pink gates. Inga seemed to be just waiting for this: having thrown herself back, with a sweet sigh, she herself planted herself on an impressive officer of Michael, who seemed to be just waiting for this to earn extraordinary energy and vigor.

The spectacle was so agitated and appetizing that the guests began to cry.

Arnold literally did not know what to do.

- Support anyone waist, tired! - Inga said fairly.

- Help me, Arnold! - the guests rustled.

After a moment's hesitation, Arnold placed his hands under the warm, straining belly of his spouse. Mikhail, not paying any attention to Arnold, eagerly grasped Inga for sagging puddles and began to shamelessly knead them. She groaned, began to wriggle with her whole body and it was more and more difficult for Arnold to keep her in weight - he strained her biceps with all his strength, unwittingly helping Mikhail sank deeper and deeper and getting more and more excited. He suddenly felt someone's gentle hand, gently sending him a long-risen member to the finger of his spouse and began to slide his pelvis in the same rhythm with Michael.

This brought Inga to such excitement that nothing like Arnold had ever seen in all the years of their life together - her orgazm was unique.

Michael finished the first and, slightly moving away, closely watched the ongoing convulsive abductions of the deeply-opened, filled with a straight vagina and swiveling cinch. While continuing to process Arnold, Inga continued to wait expectantly for the next applicant. Overexcited men have long forgotten how to think about some kind of slaughter there, and, having broken into a deadly sequence, one after another thrust the phallus, which had languished from the strain, into pliable flesh. It seemed there would be no end to the evening ...