Irina and Andrei have lived together for eight years. At first they were an ordinary family, no different from their neighbors and friends. Communication after work was reduced to a joint dinner and perhaps watching TV. Sexual life was brought to automatism - once or twice a week they found themselves in bed, where, half an hour after the start of contact, they turned their backs to each other and fell asleep indifferently. So it was, and you can say it went to parting. There were no children anyway, and there was nothing to hold the spouses together.

Everything changed the case.

Once, after a party with friends, Irina and Andrei came home drunk. On the way, we had a lot of fun and talked about something. When he came home, Andrei offered to watch a pornographic tape, which he recently took from friends. The inscription on the box was missing, and they did not know about the content of the film. The mood of both of them was romantic and the spouses poured wine into glasses in the house.

The film was unusual. It was a thread of various perversions. Particular emphasis was placed on the subordination of women to men or women in various rather cruel ways.

Irina's first impulse was to turn off this abomination and not to watch, but, seeing that her husband was interested, she did not dare to take such decisive actions. Irina was afraid that, having done so, she would break off the relationship that had developed this evening. She did not dare to leave either.

Forty minutes later, Irina noticed that her husband was very agitated, and she herself felt excited. And she was excited by the neglect with which women were treated on the screen. Irina felt that she really wanted to experience something like that. Drunk alcohol led to the fact that each ringing slap on the screen was accompanied by abundant moisture between the legs of a woman.

As a result, Irina, unable to hold herself back, turned to her husband with a proposal:

- Dear, would you like to do the same with me?

Andrew apparently did not expect this from his wife, "Puritan" and therefore mumbled something unintelligible.

- I want you to call me dirty words and at the same time force you to do blowjob, swallowing your cock deep down your throat. - Irina did not let up. - If you want, you can spank me.

It took a few moments for Andrey to digest what he heard. He looked his wife a dull gaze. Then he stretched out his hand and, with his hair, pulled him to him with force.

Their faces were close together. Irina even thought that now her husband would kiss her. But instead, he gave her a heavy slap in the face. The woman fell, spreading her legs wide. Andrew, not allowing her to come to his senses, jumped and put his huge member in his mouth.

- Suck, stinking creature, because you dream about it! - He drove a member into her mouth at the very eggs. The woman choked, but strong hands holding her head did not give her the opportunity to pull a member out of her mouth. Andrew almost instantly finished, after which he roughly pushed Irina away and sat down in a chair. Irina swallowed every last drop, her hand involuntarily touched the clitoris, which led to a strong orgasm.

- pee on me. I really want to be pissed whore! - Irina did not even believe that she herself asks for such.

Andrew could not believe that this was not a dream. He thought a little, then said:

- Well, only we will go to this street. I do not want to piss, but walking with a slut on the street would be just right. - Andrey lit a cigarette.

“What do you want me to wear?” - Irina entered into a rage, and she wanted to satisfy the awakened secret desires completely.

- Put on your white skirt, in which you went when you were in school and a white jacket.

- Dear skirt is small to me, and under the jacket you need at least a bra. We are going to the street. - Irina has already regretted her own offer. She did not want to dress so frankly.

- The slut must be properly dressed.And then you do not want me to piss on your new clothes, or you have already forgotten why we are going. - Andrei enjoyed seeing the inner struggle of this woman. At the same time, for the first time in all the years of married life, she was so attractive to him - let the bitch stop breaking!

Irina obediently took the skirt out of the closet with the old, long-over-dressed linen and with difficulty pulled it over her buttocks. Then she put on her jacket. The kind that she imagined except for the panel or the base porn did not pull. Skirt almost did not cover anything. And the labia strongly drawn due to the frequent masturbation peeked out rather vulgarly from under the hem. The jacket fastened with just one button, so the chest and abdomen were also visible.

- That's fine, bitch. I like you very much. - Andrei was obviously very pleased. He pushed his wife out the door.

Irina was ready to burn with shame, but she felt that this was only the beginning, still waiting for her to come. She knew that she had only to allow herself to be treated in such a way and could never change anything. The only thing that comforted her and betrayed her strength was the strong excitement that she, despite her shame, experienced.

Andrew did not mind when Irina, coming out of the door, pulled her skirt as low as possible.

- Come on, fuck, cover your shame. Dressed like a whore, people would be even ashamed! Shame me! - He clearly enjoyed such a humiliation of his wife.

- Please, stop it. So much more attention will be paid to us. - Irina tried to calm Andrew.

It was already late evening. Despite this, they constantly came across passersby. Many stared at Irina, and it was obvious that they were laughing at her. Some looked a little different. Irina began to burn with these views. She was already beginning to like her position. In the end, she could not resist and asked:

- Dear, do you want to fuck me on the street?

- What, Slut, flowed? I will not fuck you. I think you'll like it. - Andrei obviously planned something.

“What do you mean by that?” - The woman felt a little anxiety. She did not like the way Andrew looked at her.

- Now you will see, we have already arrived, - with these words he pushed Irina into the gateway.

They were in some dirty yard. Before them there were three garbage cans, and in the depths of the courtyard music was playing, and drunken cackles could be heard.

- Move, bitch. Now I will introduce you to my old friends.

Irina walked inside the courtyard and found herself in front of the table where the cards were played. Six guys played and three more sat near and just bawled.

- Look who came to us! The girl you whose mine or him, - the guy who uttered these words vaguely waved his hand towards the table.

The joke caused a friendly burst of laughter.

Andrei greeted the crowd. after which he submitted:

- This shitty bet with me that she would beat anyone in the cards, so I brought her here. If she loses, the winners can tear this damn thing into all her smelly holes until they break like a heating pad or get bored.

Irina did not expect such a betrayal. She did not believe her ears. But somewhere inside her, a flame began to flare up.

She certainly played and of course lost herself to this drunken company. Irina was forced to climb on the table and dance. She pulled up her skirt and began to enter into the vagina bottle.

- What a cunt juicy. She is really a fucker. It's all wet, the guys laughed at the woman who, by the way, was older than any of them. Her husband was also a little younger than Irina.

After that, the woman turned down the cancer and began to fuck. They did it rudely. Irina had the impression that the guys absolutely do not care what state the woman will be after. She was fucked in all holes, especially rough stuffed in her mouth. Irina was forced to lick eggs and swallow members deep down her throat, so she choked on it.

- And now lick us all ass, rubbish! - It was Andrew, who also did not stand aside and fucked his wife along with everyone.

After that, the guys in turn began to take Irina by the hair and attract to their asses. Irina tried to give pleasure, so she did everything savoring. What can I say, what is happening already forced Irina to finish a couple of times, and the excitement only increased.

Finally the guys started to discharge their trunks. They did it strictly in the face of a woman. And everyone juicy spat on Irina, before moving away. When one and all, and not one time, finished on the head of a woman, she turned wet with sweat, sperm and saliva bitch.

Irina was lying on the ground and tried to wipe the cum from her eyes. She did not even pay attention to the cigarette butts that flew into her, to the torn off button of her jacket and to the dirty and wet skirt.

Her legs were dusty, her vagina turned red and swollen from such a powerful invasion. Irina had a feeling that he was smeared with fuel oil, although apart from dirty hands, members and the bottle nothing touched him.

Suddenly, Irina felt herself lifted and carried.

- Throw this bitch in the trash! - after a moment Irina found herself in a garbage can, having got a knee into some kind of rotten stuff.

A minute later, when Irina managed to roll over, hot jets hit her from all sides. Irina, who herself did not understand why she was doing this, tried to catch them with her mouth.

- Ssykuhu thirst torments! - it was Andrew.

Hearing this remark, Irina rapidly finished.

She got out of the container with great difficulty. Between the legs, everything hurt, so Irina had to lean over the edge, just fall out of the tank. She could not lift her legs. When, finally, she did it and the woman found herself on the ground, the guys kicked her out of the yard under the general laughter of kicks.

Her husband caught her on the floor of the road and drove her the rest of the way, lashing her legs and hands with nettles. In the elevator, he forced him to spread his legs and several times he quilted on the vagina.

- There is nothing to walk, whore! At home you have to be with your husband, and not hang around the doorways.

Irina was happy that all this happened to her. She was grateful to herself and her husband for this presentation.

From that moment on, Irina began to dress very openly, as her husband liked. She became desirable and Irina felt it. Andrew began to hurry home to enjoy with his wife, and not on the side, as often happened before.