Svetka, my dearest wife, had a bad mood all day. Aggressive. She seemed to be waiting for me to say another stupid thing. And I met her expectations.

- I read recently in the newspaper ... Priborchik created - a pocket lie detector ... An interesting thing, probably ...

- And what are you interested in ?! - Sveta responded immediately

- Well, how ... Once - and I learned - your wife is cheating on you or not!

- And I can already tell you everything! Without a device!

Here, I confess, I was stunned. Of course, a rare wife — never once cheated on her husband ... But, now, do I want to know that?

- Well ... tell me ... - I was still hoping that she would turn everything into a joke.

But the mood of my wife was clearly not the same. She put down the magazine, which with frustration leafed through the whole evening.

- And what do you want to know? How many times have I cheated on you?

- Well ... at least ...

- Three times! Satisfied?

- Very satisfied! - in spite of the fact that I was just amazed by her sudden frankness, I was getting angry.

- Want to know with whom? Do you want

- And with whom?

- With his boss, then, with his friend, then, with his chauffeur!

“Whose chauffeur?” - I did not understand - Friend or boss?

Sveta did not come down to explanations. A few minutes passed in silence.

- Well? Has it become easier?

- And here - easier? Wow ... confessions ...

- What did you want? He asked!

And when I asked her about adultery? I interpreted the detector ...

- I do not understand that you, the peasants, need to know everything? - the wife continued - it amazes me!

- It strikes ... Yes, of course ... well, great ... - I pulled

- Here you are, what is most striking?

- What? What is amazing? - I suddenly thought about it exactly - what amazes me? - Well, most of all, it is ... that's what ... why most people do not immediately flush the toilet? I noticed at the institute! You smoke in the toilet - the dude comes out of the booth and only then pulls the handle! And so - everything! What is this? They pogadayut, then wipe your ass, button up your pants - and all this time the shit lies in the toilet and stinks! And not only they get the stench, but also us, smokers! We, why should sniff? !!

At this point, Svetka was amazed. She studied me in silence for a few minutes. Then, twisting a finger at his temple, jumped off the couch, causing her robe to open, showing me slender, tanned legs and transparent yellow panties. I wonder what kind of panties she was in when her boss was seducing? The boss was probably the one who was tempted - with champagne and candles. But the driver ... I imagined, as in a car, in the back seat, a hefty bully with a ready-to-eat household leaned on Svetka. With one hand he had to lean on the seat, and with the other he hastily pulled these yellow panties off her ... And she, probably, weakly resisted ... And then, he slapped her face backwards, and when she began to cry, without interference entered her ... And pumped her there for a long time, in a car, small and weeping ... And then, when I let her down - into her, of course, why would he think about an unwanted pregnancy? - then made her lick his wet cock. And she licked, and he was again excited, and again began to rape her. This time, he couldn’t finish for a long time, shooing with a huge amplitude, gouging and hammering, until Sveta finally began to wind up, softly moan and move towards this bogey, substitute her pussy for sap and sperm for deep penetration. She wanted him to rip it, pierced through to penetrate the very insides and when he did it - they finished at the same time. Svetka grabbed him by the shoulders, pulled her to herself with a moan, as if not wanting to let go of his weapon and he squeezed the last drops into it ...

Uh-f ... No, you need to curb your fantasies. And then ... - I sat back, pulling the pants forward. Interfere.

Sveta returned from the kitchen with a glass of wine. She did not bring me wine. Symptomatic ...

- And what else do you want to know? Ask! - she was clearly determined to continue this tormenting conversation.- Want to know how long I've been with them?

- So you ... I thought - once.

- Well, you're naive! What kind of man will be satisfied at one time? No ... many times.

- This is when you had an urgent work all month? And you told me every night how tired you were? And I went to bed - immediately fell asleep ...

- Fool! I was pretending that you didn't bother. I came then so fucked that you could not stand it anymore ...

Not often I heard from Svetka mothers. Apparently, otherwise she could not pass on her condition. Well well...

- Remember, I then went angry all month? And she could not refuse them, and was angry with herself ...

- And what are you angry now? It seems to be all ...

- Yesterday Vitka, the chauffeur, rang the bell ... Will come to pick me again

- No, well, you ... what - you can not refuse? - I ask.

- I can not ... - Sveta speaks very quietly - I can not ... with them ... so ... in a special way ...

She suddenly opened her robe on her chest.

- Bite ... Well, bite, burdock! Squeeze me to crunch the bones, rape me, taste how they did ... You are a burdock! Fuck me Bite! - shouted Sveta, already completely having thrown off a dressing gown and remained in one shorts.

Unexpectedly, I slapped her in the face. With a swing.

- More more! Beat, force me! I want exactly this! I do not need your affection, burdock!

And then, finally, it got me!

- SS-bitch! - I roared a bear and began to whip her cheeks. - Oh, s-bitch! Curva! Damn it! - I pulled out the belt and began to lash it on the chest, on the thighs. My trousers were asleep, and I was surprised to find a strong erection.

- Curva! I will wean you now from Vitka, the chauffeur! You, bitch, I can neither sit nor fuck for a week - with a folded belt I strove to hit the pubis and perineum, since Svetka's legs flashed before me.

She herself seemed to be mad! The sobs and cries of pain alternated with moans of voluptuousness. She substituted a belt, chest, then ass, then the inner thighs. And sometimes, spreading my legs in front of me, I took blows with my stomach and crotch. And then she moaned especially loudly and sweetly.

- Take me! Now take it! Rape it! Fuck me all! Rather! - she squirmed on the couch, incoherently repeating this word, which I only heard from her today.

- Fuck me, fuck ... fuck!

I sharply pulled her yellow panties. Rattled, torn, cloth. And in his hand remained a crumpled, wet rag. Her panties were wet through. She all flowed! She was dripping with juice, she was thirsty, she was moaning, she was already beginning to pry. With round, frantic eyes, I watched as she curved herself, spreading her legs and giving me her cherished place, demonstrated these depraved gestures.

- Bitch - I breathed for the last time and rudely crushed her under me.

She herself pushed on my dick. I did not even understand when it happened. Wet, hot mash covered, it seemed, not only my penis, but all of me. I drowned in her discharge and in her passion. Gasping, I lifted myself up and slapped her face several times. I have never seen such an orgasm! For at least five minutes she struggled in convulsions. She screamed, cried, laughed. She splashed me with her discharge to the shoulders.

As I descended, she did not even notice. She continued to beat under me in a fit of this incredible, violent orgasm.

Then an hour and a half she lay exhausted. By the way, the rest did not hurt me. I was, on the one hand, completely exhausted, and on the other - full of some kind of new energy that I have not known yet.

The next day, Sveta rudely beat off this Vitka-chauffeur, and we again set about our interesting game.

December 26, 2002