Almost a month passed since the invasion, as a result, which my spouse and I were fucked in the most unceremonious manner, and if she enjoyed it, then it did not give me the slightest pleasure.

We barely spoke. Only occasionally were thrown in short phrases - they still lived in the same apartment. She thought that I had betrayed her, but it seemed to me quite the opposite, that it was she who had betrayed me, agreeing to fuck (not even one!) With two men and did not resist them at all. I then assumed that she would desperately resist and they delicately, but they would take her by force, and she so quickly agreed to their proposal and received the fullest pleasure from it, whereas, aside from the feeling of humiliation, someone fucks your wife , and after mocking him, he also got you nothing, and he was also robbed, and that was all on his own accord. As they say, I wanted better, but it turned out as always.

Since we both worked, we tried to spend as much time as possible at work. We met at home only late in the evening, sometimes we dined together, but this was where our communication ended. The children were in the village with her parents. The incident that happened to us gradually began to be forgotten. The disappointment of my wife began to pass, and I had already begun to think about getting our relationship with her back on track. I gradually began to give her compliments, I began to provide male tokens. Our relationship began to acquire the initial nature of courting or maybe even flirting on my part. The ice of alienation gradually began to melt.

I was happy early. One evening we had a phone call. My wife went to the phone and she did not speak for a long time, and what I didn’t hear about, but after the call she took out a bottle of wine, poured herself a full glass and drank in one gulp. She did not answer all my questions. I did not insist and left her alone.

Two days later she returned home late and she smelled strongly of alcohol. When I tried to ask her about where she was, tears first came from her eyes, and then he shook his head, ran to the bathroom and, closing there, opened the water. She came out of the bathroom in two hours, completely calmed down and asked not to ask her anything, because she was very tired and wanted to sleep. I even in my thoughts did not have to connect her act with what happened to us. A few days later it all happened again.

The next week was calm. On the eighth day (it was Sunday) she said that she needed to go to her friend's house in the other end of the city and, returning only late in the evening, she left. I decided to work at home and at work did not notice how the day flew by and evening came. Lena did not call and did not appear. I called my friend, she said that Lena stopped by her in the morning, and she lent her some of her things, they drank tea, and Lena left. It was already deep night. I started to get worried.

Long after midnight she appeared. Drunk, disheveled, dressed in a light summer raincoat girlfriend. She seemed not to notice me. When she unbuckled her cloak, I saw that there was nothing beside her bra and stockings with garters. To my angry question, what does it all mean, she smiled drunkenly and, stating that the girl first wanted to drink, and then we “talk to her closer”.

Having drunk some wine, she quite unexpectedly for me threw me down on the bed and, unbuttoning my pants, began to caress my cock with my mouth. For a while, I lost my sense of reality. When I, after the long-awaited relaxation, came to my senses, she was no longer with me. There was a sound of water coming from the bathroom. That night we didn’t talk about anything else and went to bed.

The next day, returning home from work in the evening, she told me what all these actions of hers meant.

The story of Lena.

Life after the incident began to return to normal.Of course, I was hurt that my husband did this to me, but the remorse of conscience for my lust, too, did not give me rest. Honestly, it was very painful to me at first when these goons started fucking me and especially the second one - Andrey. But gradually the pain dulled and I did not care where I was and what they were doing to me - who was fucking me - my husband or not. But when I was already finished fucking Andrei, I suddenly experienced this ... It seemed that I was struck with an electric current, as if I had been doused with boiling water first, and then thrown into a hole, well, in general, words cannot describe it. In my opinion, I even disconnected for a while. I realized that it was not an erotic pleasure that I received as a result of regular regular lovemaking with my husband. It was not the sexual satisfaction that I received when sometimes my husband and I, after long lovemaking caresses, used different dildos for a change of fucking. It was something more. What happened to me, I can not describe in words.

I was ready to try to forget everything that happened, even the ORGASM that I experienced with a foreign man. But the phone call reminded me of everything. The interlocutor was Andrew. He greeted him politely, asked how things were going, how health, how the mood, how Nicholas felt. I answered him mechanically, completely not understanding: why am I talking to this person at all? Then he gently offered to pick up a letter from the mailbox tomorrow morning, and immediately hung up.

In the morning, anticipating the unpleasant, I ran out of the apartment an hour earlier than usual, explaining to my husband that I needed to be at work early today. In the mailbox was an envelope in which I found several colored frames printed on the printer in which, oh, God, I was depicted. I was depicted in different poses. Here - I, sucking a member, then one man, then another (as you guessed their faces could not be seen, although they were still in black half masks). Here - I was captured, as I was fucked in the vagina and in the anus, and this was done in close-up, but it was quite possible to recognize my face. There was also a shot that captured my facial expression, probably at the time of my strongest orgasm.

Looking at the pictures, I was not excited at all, as people usually describe in erotic stories by people who, probably, have never been in such situations themselves. On the contrary, I was surrounded by a wild almost animal fear that someone else could see these pictures, especially after I read the note to the pictures: “Friends and strangers can find out about this. Check your mail often. ” And below was the signature - “the editors of the erotic magazine Russian Spices.”

The day passed in my nervous constant tension. It seemed to me that at work already everyone knows, or at least they guess, about my sexual exercises. In the evening, when I came back from work, I automatically looked into the mail and found a new envelope, but without pictures, but with a note: “Tomorrow after work you will be expected in the Leninsky Prospect metro station at the first carriage from the center at 18 o'clock. Don't be late. ”

At 17.30 I was at the appointed place. At exactly 18, a tall, dense, black-haired young girl with a short haircut approached me, about 23-25 ​​years old, and said: “Hello, my name is Hope. I will wait for you on the top of the a / m - the red "nine" number 339 ". And quickly went upstairs. I did not even have time to ask her anything, and had to go after her.

Getting into the car, I began to collect my thoughts to ask her about the purpose of the meeting, but while I collected my thoughts, she was ahead of me: “Do not worry and do not ask anything, you will soon find out everything. We will now go to one place, and there they will tell you everything. You won't do anything bad. " Well, let's see, I decided.

We drove for a short time — about 10 minutes. We stopped in the courtyard of a standard apartment building on Leninsky Prospekt. Silently got out of the car, went up to the tenth floor and my companion called the apartment number 125.The door was opened quickly - on the threshold stood a man, about 40 years old, of dense build in a suit with a tie and glasses.

“Hello,” he said, “me ...”