I decided to give my wife, Lena, a surprise - to come to her dacha not on Saturday, but on Friday late in the evening. I took time off from work early, bought the necessary provisions and beer. The train came to half past twelve.

It was not far to go from the platform to the dacha, but our site was the most distant, and the retired neighbors with our houses were unable to keep track of them and the toad was selling them for a penny.

I come down from the hill, here it is our house. Only the window in the kitchen lights up. Probably cooks something tasty for tomorrow. Surprise is so surprise - I'll pick it up unnoticed. Carefully trying not to creak with a gate, I make my way to the precinct, silently sneak up on the window, see what she does there.

I was dumbfounded. At the table was a hefty bull, my wife was naked at his feet. Her whole face was in semen and tears. And this guy banged on her face with his just finished, but still worthwhile member.

- That baby, have fun on.

My wife cringed and meekly sat in the legs.

- What are you silent, blyudyuga? Do not like? Already in all holes have, she is not happy. Right now, tricks will show.

And he kicked her between her legs. My wife mumbled something plaintively. The man stretched his hand up, tore off the rope on which we dried clothes, took off her clothespins and began to hang Lena's boobs with them. Five minutes later they looked like two hedgehogs.

I was gripped with panic from the start. I obeyed him so much that there was no talk of any intention to rush in and kill this son of a bitch. Moreover, I could not defeat this bedil.

After the procedure, the man began to be excited and again plunged his dick into his wife's mouth. It is not enough to say that she knew how to do it, she had just a talent for sucking. Having wrapped her hair in a fist, he stuck her head on his huylo in a shocked way. Tits wife shaking in time and some clothespins flew from her breasts.

Five minutes later, realizing that he could not finish this time, he stopped her head and began to pull on her nipples. Judging by his contentment, he was amused to watch Lenka twitch and cry.

I was uneasy to look at it. I must admit that Lenka and I practiced group sex, or rather any booze party with my friends that took place in our house, ended with the fact that I suggested everyone to fuck my wife, and she was not against taking other people's members. So they fucked her all together or in turns, which made me very excited. And then I loved her, and she was created for fucking and her holes deserved to be constantly fucked. It happened that I came home, where one of my friends was already expecting me, and a disheveled and contented wife, who had already swallowed sperm. So she had perfectly designed holes and behaved like a slut in our company, which everyone used to suit her taste, but for both of us it was a thrill.

Even some trifle excited a lot - for example, when someone with me, without any constraint, crushed her boobs. Of course, the attitude of my friends towards me was, let’s say, a peculiar one (I’d have substituted my wife for everyone in a row), but having a full-time pretty slut in the company was beneficial. When my wife was pregnant, it was very cool to watch this madame with her round tummy fuck and cum on him. But when the gestation period came to an end, Lenka only took in his mouth, which few people were against.

Frankly, in addition to all of our company Lenka fucked with many. Regularly it had our neighbor on the landing. It was funny, if it happened to sleep, in the morning to hear a doorbell. You open the door, is a neighbor with a stupid question - whether I can or my wife tie a tie ...

Lenka also did not miss the plumber, the movers bringing furniture and the like.And those two Moldavians who made a fence for us at the dacha insured her for a week of work so that the poor fellow could not bring her legs together.

Watching this guy torturing Lenka, I began to get excited. It happened that in the course of carbon group sex, someone also tortured Lenka, but still they knew the boundaries. As a rule, all sorts of toys from sex shops, artificial phalluses, balls and other rubbish were used. Everything was done with Lenkin's consent. Now everything was serious.

- So, sit on a chair. Zadera feet, - the man commanded.

Lenka implicitly sat on a chair and spread her legs. Her holes defiantly looked at me. I pulled out a stiff cock and started jerking off.

Her rapist took a bottle from the table, and after finishing the remnants of vodka, he began to insert a bottleneck into her vagina. It went easy, but then the bottle went harder. Lenka bit her lip and quietly groaned toli in pain, toli in pleasure. When the bottle came in more than half, the bogey leaned back on the sofa and lit it, watching as Lena dutifully sits with her face loosened, the clothespins on her boobs, her legs spread apart and the bottle in the hole.

- And tell me bitch, what don't you like? How to fuck in the absence of her husband with me at the store - so please. How to give to everyone in the district - so there are no problems. Sluch, you cho husband does not fuck you? All of you women - whores. Okay, do not cry. Tomorrow you will rise, you will wash yourself and as a new one you will happily meet your husband. Love-carrot and all that.

Listening to his words, looking at Lenka, I continued to jerk off and powerfully shot sperm, sat down on the porch. When I finished, I felt a terrible havoc that turned inside out. I almost vomited. Something in my head clicked and switched. Run for the house. To the basement. Here is a shovel. Running back. The door is wide open. I beat under the Adam's apple. Blood fountain Lenka yells. Something screaming in response. Grab the legs, dragging to the site to bury. Stop. To Lenka: