Our sex life with a branded and “ringed” spouse has become much more interesting and diverse than before its five-day slavery. Irka clearly got rid of many internal complexes and taboos and already thought up more and more new “games and funs”. But soon I began to notice that it was more and more our monogamy. In her often clouded, dreamy gaze, I began to guess that with thoughts, feelings, emotions she was there, at the mercy of her “master” and his servants, in slave fetters, humiliated, punished for every crime, repeatedly raped, subjected to the most sophisticated sexual torture and, at the same time, forgiven and cared for by their torturers.

At first, it excited me, but soon a completely different feeling close to jealousy began to mix with this excitement. It appeared gradually, rolled in waves, and then retreated. But one of our erotic evenings, when I again saw a clear “absence of presence” in my wife’s eyes, I was covered by the ninth wave. Then, as if continuing our sexual games, I forced Irina to kneel, firmly tied her hands behind her back and shortened the chains that connected the steel rings in her nipples and labia, so that she was in a half-bent position. Sitting down in the chair, I turned on the video, and my wife and I were shocked at the startled look of the first images of her slave adventures. She flinched all over, but a sharp pain in her stiff nipples and labia forced her to bend again. In order to somehow avoid the shame, the wife lowered her head, but I grabbed her hair and forced her to look at the screen again.

“No, dear, look and enjoy! Such whores like you only deserve such treatment! ”

Irka blushed to the roots of her hair, burst into tears, and whispered pleadingly: “Please, don’t need to.” But this pathetic plea infuriated me. I threw a loud slap at her: “Be quiet, bitch! How to satisfy all men in a row, to fuck with dogs and stallions, to expose their ass to anyone, so we are right there, but how to look at your goddamnedness, so suddenly we are so innocent and shy !? ”

For some time, the “victim” was silent, but when she tried to protest again, I became furious and, pulling a wide leather belt with a massive steel buckle out of my trousers, began to beat her on the back, buttocks, and legs. With every blow, she shuddered with her whole body, and her short lips and labia and nipples pierced intolerable pain.

Finally, I took pity on my faithful, freed me from the shackles and, leaving me lying on the carpet, poured her a full glass of whiskey: “On, have a drink!”

My wife nodded her thanks, drained the wine glass in one gulp, and murmured, “Forgive, dear! I am a crappy girl, but I will not do it anymore_ ”

"Not! You will be! And how! ”Without starting further explanation, I threw her a short black dress, stockings with lace garters and patent leather high-heeled shoes:“ Get dressed and livelier! And no underwear! ”

Irina meekly rushed to execute my order. I myself quickly changed into a black suit and, approvingly examining my wife, who was already ready to go "out," patted her round ass: "A real butterfly!" Having made her drink another whiskey glass, I threw a black leather coat and we set off for the night.

The first thing that occurred to me was to go to the men's club, famous to the whole of Moscow, whose co-owner was my close friend. Under his strict patronage, local girls would not dare to take my faithful for some kind of stray rival.

It was far after midnight, and the club party had already lit its lights.To the rhythmic sounds of hard rock, two extremely seductive blondes were dancing on the podium and slowly undressing. The public cheered them with approving shouts.

Carefully looking around, I pushed Irina to the dance floor: “Go, slut, take a walk and do not come back without loot!”

My wife looked intently into my eyes and, according to a nod, resolutely went to the dance floor in front of the podium, and I sat down at a free table and, eagerly lit a cigarette, began to watch further developments.

The wife literally screwed into the thick of the dancers and almost immediately found herself face to face with a tall bearded man in a stylish Dolce and Gaban costume. She whispered something to him, and he laughed out loud, frankly evaluating his gaze over his new partner. From the lustful smile playing on his face, it was not difficult to understand that he clearly liked what he saw. The bearded man wrapped his arms around Irina’s slender waist, and they began to sway to the beat of the music. His wife pressed her whole body and kissed her on the lips. The man, obviously emboldened by such a quick success, immediately gave vent to his hands, and began gently stroking the elastic Irinin's buttocks. From these strokes, his wife's dress crept up almost to the waist, and her charming ass with the tattooed multi-colored butterfly and the tips of the excitement of the labia's lips with steel rings appeared before the eyes of those around her. Many stopped dancing and stared at Irkin's ass. This was somewhat embarrassing to the bearded man, he pulled the dress back and, firmly taking my wife by the elbow, led her to the bar. Having set Irina on the counter, he ordered champagne and, whispering something in her ear, headed for the toilet.

Taking advantage of his temporary absence, I sat down with my wife: “Well done, girl! Your choice is to my liking. Suck him off! ”

Irina tried to argue something, but I put a finger to her lips: “And do not try to contradict me!” Without waiting for an answer, I returned to my table.

The wife immediately drank a couple of glasses of champagne and, obviously for courage, ordered a double portion of whiskey. Returning from the common areas, the handsome bearded man embraced his new girlfriend and eagerly kissed his lips, and Irina, resolutely taking his hand, led him into the next dark hall. I quietly followed them.

In the intimate gloom there were only silhouettes of retreating couples. "My" couple comfortably settled on the couch at a table in the farthest corner. Having heeded my strict order, Irina did not waste time and in a couple of minutes she dropped to all fours and disappeared under the table. A minute later I heard a bearded gasp.

After a short pause, I went to their table and turned to the obviously “new friend in absentia” who did not expect a dirty trick: “Let me have a light.”

I slowly lit a cigarette, deliberately a little longer than necessary, without extinguishing the bright flame of a lighter, and with astonished surprise said: “Oh, yes, you here, it seems, are not alone!”

Bearded embarrassed smiled: “Yes, I picked up one cool damn thing here. Sucks great! "

“And I won't bother you?” Without waiting for an answer, I sat down at a table, and, running a hand under him, almost immediately felt Irkin's clitoris.

“Wow! Yes, this bitch has already flowed with might and main! ”, - I laughed and drove two fingers at once into Irkino's vagina, which opened like an exotic flower. My wife gave a voluptuous moan and, apparently, earned more tongue and lips more vigorously, because my counterpart literally rolled his eyes and often breathed.

Soon Irkino's body began to beat in a paroxysm of violent orgasm, and after a moment the bearded man ended.

“Get out, bitch!” I ordered my wife and loudly slapped her on the ass.

Irina emerged from under the table, with a disheveled hairstyle, with a thick stream of sperm flowing from her mouth onto her chin and chest, and _ completely naked!

Again, I made a surprised face: Just super! ”

Leaning down, I picked up Irkino's dress and handed her :: "On, wipe out!"

The wife wiped her chin and chest and smiled drunkenly.Staring at my spouse, I pushed her in the chest and she fell on the sofa. Then I pulled out the “accessories” in advance in my pocket. Combining all four ringlets on my wife's body with a thin steel chain, I snapped a small baglock on it and fastened my hands with handcuffs behind my back and explained to the bearded man:

My actions to the "partner" clearly liked: "It is thoughtfully invented! By the way, if you want, we can fuck her together, and even the four of us ”.

“This is how?” I did not understand.

“Yes, soon my two friends must drive up. Boot into my car, go to the country and arrange a little holiday! ”

From this perspective, I have - already goosebumps all over my body and my penis - on end: “It's coming!”

My new friend pretty smiled and, drawing my “worn-out” wife to him, began to greedily kiss her neck and shoulders, simultaneously caressing her newly swollen clit and labia, and I went to the bar for a drink.

The bearded friends came in half an hour and, approvingly fumbling my already completely drunk and ready to surrender to the first oncoming spouse, with undisguised enthusiasm supported the idea of ​​a joint orgy. True, one of them suggested: “Or maybe we should grab a couple of whores?”

But this was not part of my far-reaching plans: "Yes, this lustful bitch regiment of soldiers will satisfy!"

On that and decided.

I relaxed my wife, helped to put on a dress smeared with white sperm and pushed to the peasants who were ready for the exit: “Come on, beautiful, great things are waiting for us!”

The bearded friends picked up Irka by the arms and dragged her out of the hall, and my new bearded godson and I went into the bar and bought five more bottles of Widow Clicquot and a couple of bottles of scotch whiskey.

(To be continued)