It all started with her, with a new friend of my wife, Lariska. They met at work in the tourism bureau. Lariska this immediately took my Ksyushka, as they say, into a turn. Ksyushenka was known in her life, it was always felt, and she only showed her character when she felt a lack of authority. Slightly weaken the reins - and then some whims, tantrums, pouting, snorting and other female garbage

They began to hang out together, and Ksyuha started quietly lingering after work - for an hour, for two, for three - then they went to the bar to sit down, then to some other girlfriend. At least, I was so informed. Lariska clearly bred. Could, for example, call on Saturday and tell his wife categorically:

- Come on pace get ready, direct marafet, catch the car and come to this address, waiting for us:

Variants like and come with her husband, it seems, were not considered:

And Ksyushka was going, at a pace, lightly and quickly, dressing, in my opinion, too lightly for meetings with her friends. She, in principle, was going to dress like a damn. Small in stature, with reddish, shoulder-length hair and laughing greenish eyes, the wife attracted the glances of other men. Her booty is plump, but beautifully designed, and goes well with a narrow waist and not very big but standing breasts. Dress her go, and short, and to toe. And pulling pants, especially white:

Korce, the wife began to come late more and more often. Sometimes drunk. At the same time she looked crafty and depraved, giggled, sent a kiss and went to bed.

Naturally, little thoughts were messed up, and not whether she damned. He noted with interest to himself that thoughts about it somehow excite. I soon realized that neither angry nor even divorced, if she guides me the horns, I will not.

I tried to talk to her about this topic, tried to get into some guests with her, but she just waved away and said that I would not be interested there.

But one evening I was late with my business at the firm and came home after midnight. In the hallway lay one Ksyushkin shoe and a light scarf. Surprised, I called out to her, and without receiving an answer, I looked into the bedroom. Ksyushka, drunk in the ass, right in a raincoat was lying on the sofa, next to it was another shoe and a handbag with contents scattered on the floor. Instinctively, I climbed under her black short skirt. Pants, as I suspected, was not, but the hairs were stuck together, of course, from sperm.

The next morning I went to her in full, and promised that I would divorce if she did not take me to the next squad. Ksenia listened with surprise and distrust, but the prospect of her divorce, apparently, did not appeal. He said that he was absolutely not jealous and that all this wildly excites me. My wife called Larisa and had a long talk about something, locked in a room

Then she came out, looked into my eyes with a long look, and said uncertainly:

Well, okay: As there is something outlined, let's go together: But look - if there are any complaints, then I’ll instantly divorce you!

On that and decided.

Three weeks passed as usual, she didn’t even linger after work. And in three weeks, closer to the end of the working day, a mobile phone rang. It was Lariska.

- Well, my husband, who ate pears, wanted to see how your slut is fucking up? So come: she called the address, and added: - Yes, hurry up, otherwise there are those who want to take it with you to the city until Monday!

Long time I did not hurry! Opened me reddened, drunk Larissa. She smoked and reeled on her high heels. There was a hum and a scream in the room. Ksenia was fucked by three unknown men.That I have not seen my wife! She was not just fucked - they scoffed at her, made fun of her, had fun, like with a dog, how fun the Roman nobility, with all sorts of whores in her orgies, probably was.

If they paid attention to me, for a very short time, Larka only said that here he is, a phenomenon that drags on the fact that his wife is fucked like a fuck. My wife saw me, but she reacted in a strange, crazy, senseless smile. She was smashed drunk. And, besides, I jumped on the dick of one of the men, who, sitting on a chair, fucked her and pawed her tits. Another man, his name, it seems, Maxim, stood beside him and amused himself by clicking on the tip of his nose. The wife of pain, it seems, did not feel, only thinly screamed that inflamed all those present.

Orgy is so orgy! Not at all embarrassed by this whole public, I approached, unbuttoned my jeans and began to jerk off. Dick was just a stake!

- Well, why are you driving, hubby? Give it to her mouth, she fucking loves it!

I grabbed my wife by the hair, tilted it and stuck it deep down her throat. A man, so that he was more comfortable, got up and continued to fuck her with cancer. From time to time, slapping his delicious ass.

I finished pretty quickly, the excitement was painfully strong, because I couldn’t imagine such a thing a few days ago - I am fucking a drunken and depraved wife with some unknown men like a soldier's bedding! And together, in some kind of euphoria, we twist it this way and that, we put it in any poses, call it a whore, and nipple, and sperm-pharynx, and she, in a drunken fucking frenzy, likes it very much!

Larisa was spinning alongside, she was also squeezed and slapped, someone seemed to even jerk off, but Ksenia was the highlight of the program - the mother of a five-year-old boy, a translator and a tourism manager: Having fun, she was watered with wine straight from the neck , and her short sleeveless black dress was completely wet, and the wife was already completely drunk. At the same time she looked very exciting - a silly smile wandered on her pretty face, her whole appearance testified to some submissiveness and readiness to obey the wild, unbridled males, to belong to them, to be their toy, bedding, to carry out their wildest and cruel whims. A slightly open mouth gleamed wetly, ready to take as many dicks as you please this merry company.

- That's because a cool bitch! - as if reading my thoughts, exclaimed one of the men, and with a swing loudly slapped Ksyusha on the ass.

- Her fuck - do not perebeat! Huesoska fucking! Well, damn it, Lariska, thank you, owe it, honestly, owe, would get such blyadey more often:

Larisa dragged a dog leash with a collar out of the hallway, and under a shrill Ksiukhin laughter was put on her neck, forced to go down on all fours, crawl and bark. Lariska kicked off her shoes and constantly pushed Ksyusha in with kicks in the ass. Then they lifted her upright, roughly grabbing her hair, and began to throw at each other like a doll: Ksyusha was hysterically laughing, and her laughter was probably heard in everything that had fallen asleep for a long time in a high-rise building.

Somewhere in the morning, when I was already specifically hacked from fatigue - not once did my bitch get fucked! - Larka asked: - Well, will you let your wife go for a couple of days outside the city?

She was taken away by Marik, a stocky, short-haired blonde, owner of a Volkswagen. She took it away, taking off the table in a businesslike manner, where she fell asleep, among the plates with scraps and empty bottles, there she was photographed, standing with cancer, with a grape brush in her teeth and with a bunch of parsley in the ass.

I was not worried. Grandma's baby. She will return in a couple of days and tell everything. And Marik promised to film all this on video. Waiting to be sweet:

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