A man came up to meet us, and on the back of the hand of Marta, I guessed who was in front of me.

I did not have a single moment to assess the situation. But I did not need it. The man stopped and smiled, looked at me. He stood in front of me, smiling and holding on the weight of the cross - a cloak naked through the hand.

“Honey, meet you. This is our new neighbor, Ewald. ”I heard my wife’s slim and unconscious voice.

“Very pleasantly,” said Ewald, and held out his hand to me, “I have heard a lot about you.”

I had no choice but to exchange handshakes with him. His hand was hard, as steel did not fit the expression of his face - calm and friendly.

“Glad to be your neighbor,” he said to me, “Ha - I hope we will see you again.”

He began to climb the stairs, and then suddenly Turned back and smiling on a very broad, asked: “Yes, by the way, tell me. Did you get my note? ”

I did not know what to answer and whether to answer at all. Moreover, we all three are now standing on the stairs, understood very well what kind of note it was. So I just nodded.

“Well and good. If you are not opposed, I will send you one more shortly. I hope you will be interested. ”Ewald was silent and added:“ Actually, I’m very calculating - waiu not to deceive your expectations. ”

With these words, he finally turned his back and went to the top.

This is how my first meeting with Evaed occurred. The second one happened the next day. Marth and I went for a walk again. I promised to invite her to the cafe.

We walked down the street, when, in close proximity, the car stopped at the ground floor with us. Ewald came out of her and politely regretted. Marta’s hand, holding me up under her elbow, began to shudder again.

Ewald apologized: “Is it possible to ask your soup for a few minutes?” I didn’t answer anything.

“You have nothing the other way?” - Everd once again pointed out.

They walked a few steps away and I saw Ewald gently winding Martha into the entrance of the house. They stayed there for a few minutes. All this time, I suddenly smoked and thought that there was still a new piece of gear for Ewald and Marga for our family well-being.

Very soon they came out. Ewald bowed with me and got into the car, drove off. Marta approached me. There were tears in her eyes. I noticed that she was somehow walking strangely. Something has changed in Marta's gait. She took me by the hand.

"Dear me, forgive me, but maybe we will not go to the cafe today?"

"What's the matter? - I couldn't help but wonder. “The fact is that Ewald ... O> this is terrible,” my wife almost cried.

“He led me into the fiendish and there, for a start, he forced me to lift up my skirt. I did it, and he checked to see if I walk without interest, as he ordered. Of course, I now always walk with a bare ass, like a whore. Yes, you know that. But Ewald is not satisfied. He showed me a crack - to ryachitsya and show whether in my ass his ster - the wife he told me to wear. I showed it. I was still afraid that someone would come into the frivolous and see me, as I was standing in front of a man with a skirt set on his face and, otklyachit ass, showing him everything. After all, enter someone, I would not have time to lower the skirt and take a normal pose.

But, fortunately, no one entered. And Ewald pulled an artificial dildo out of me and inserted another one in return. It is much thicker and longer. But I still like the length - be kept out. But the thickness ... Honey, I can’t walk while it is in my butt. Ewald drove him into me with one movement, I didn’t even have time to gasp ... Now they are turning and tearing me. Ewald had — forked that I needed to be further expanded, because new tests awaited me. ”

Martha came to see me, and I took her home. Marta barely hobbled, wagging her ass, and unable to keep her moans.

“You know, dear,” she said credibly, “I am not sure that I can go so long. And tomorrow, after all, to go to work ... And tonight I won't be able to sleep. With such a dildo in the ass you will not fall asleep. "

While she shared her doubts with me, we reached home. And there, as soon as we entered the apartment, the phone rang out. Of course, it was Ewald. Marta quickly nakrasilas and hobbled, funny from - putting his ass to him.

She only arrived at midnight. Still also putting her ass, she went to the bed and, without looking at me, lifted her skirt and stood up like that. Turning her face to me, she said: “Well, what are you ... You have a letter.” Marta stood on the bed on all fours, with her head down. Her face was burning, and she was hopelessly stretching, and a row of hair hung from her forehead.

I came closer and saw that instead of the usual and already-familiar plastic dilda in my wife's pope, the folded package was treading. I took it and went to another room. Marta did not follow me, but remained lying in bed.

In the package was a letter.

“Dear friend! I thought that it would be interesting for you to get acquainted with the materials sent. Sorry - for being so short, but I think words will be superfluous. ”

Along with the letter was a pack of photographs. I began to consider them one by one. On all photographs was mapped.

The first photograph showed her standing in the middle of a room. Marta stood with her legs wide apart and holding her skirt up to her hands. Distinct pubis was clearly visible. At the same time, Martha herself calmly and directly looked into the lens. From this it was clearly evident that she knows that she is being taken off and deliberately positions herself in such an impure pose.

On the second photo, Mapta was standing on the fourth in her skirt, too. On the right side, I was shoving naked ass, which she put aside, bending down. Woman in Pose, ready to be thrown into the ass.

The third photo showed Martha on the bed. The ropes that she was wearing were clearly visible. My wife was huddled on the bed, with her feet moved to the sides, and she was open to the demonstration of her vagina. I do not know why, but in the picture the vagina itself, the lips were open and formed a wide and deep slit, opened ...

And all the photographs showed traces of a whip ,. which it flogged. Marta’s face expressed mixed feelings of shame and desire. Something vicious was in her eyes, something provocative. Looking at my wife's face in all the pictures, I wanted to do something else, just as painful and degrading. The expression of the face of Marta seemed to provoke it.

That's when I began to understand Ewald. Indeed, in a sense, Marta was a find. After all, not every woman reveals such obvious inclinations to what Ewald so easily dragged her into. A woman can be a slut for many years, or she can never be awakened if the corresponding circumstances fail to form. But she was lucky that someone like Ewald met on her way. It is likely that at one glance he realized that he was the woman standing in front of him from a neighboring apartment ... And he took advantage of the situation successfully.

Good for anyone? For myself? Yes. For Marta? Apparently, yes. For me? I did not know...

I returned to the bedroom, where Mapta was still lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

“Did you know why he was photographing you?” No, of course, ”Martha replied, still not looking at me — Ewald doesn’t tolerate anything when I ask him questions. For an extra word, you can get a couple of such slaps in the face from him that you will rush off once more to ask. Of course, I did not know. "

“Does he hit you on the cheek?” I was shocked. Before that, I somehow never imagined that my wife could quietly beat her cheeks, and she would quietly interrupt her singing. Marta ceased speaking, and after some hesitation, he said: “I have been attached to this for a long time. He hits me on the cheeks, and after that I kiss his hands ... This is part of my upbringing, as he says. It became more difficult for those - when a few days ... Read more →