Returning late at night, home from my friends, my wife and I refused the offer to call a taxi to the house, having decided that we would catch some private trader, everything would be cheaper. Already leaving them and standing on the street for about fifteen minutes, we began to regret our desire to save. Having become sad, I was ready to return and still call a taxi, but my wife, in a drunken enthusiasm, did not want to listen to anything and, slightly shaky, continued to stand and vote.

Finally, the Volga slowed down before us. Guys, where are you? - the man sitting next to the driver asked. Looking into the car, I saw that someone was also sitting at the back. Yes, we probably do not climb - I said, intending to have to move away. But why, in the back two will fit normally - the man replied - it is unbecoming to stand on the road at night. I saw that my wife was ready to go at least on the roof, she was twitching her shoulders and shifting from foot to foot. Ok - I nodded - to us on - I called the address. Oh, I do not know Moscow very well - the driver admitted - do not tell me how to drive. No question - I nodded to him, opening the back door. Commander - the one who was sitting next to the carrier turned to me - you sit down at my place, you will explain the road, and I am back - he got out of the car giving me a seat. I wanted to argue, but my wife had already climbed onto the seat and the man began to sit behind her. In the end, what a reason I thought, thanks for taking, and sat on the seat. The car started and we drove through the deserted Moscow night streets.

Having talked a little with fellow travelers, we found out that they came to Moscow to earn money, and now they are returning from a regular shabashka. Continuing to show the way to the driver, I talked with him, and alternating the conversation with directions where to turn, we continued on our way. My wife talked about something with men sitting on both sides of her, they tried as best they could to amuse her, telling jokes and funny incidents from life. For my drunken wife, this was more than enough, and the car was often voiced by her laughter.

During one of these moments, when my wife burst into laughter, I turned to them and was surprised to find that my blessed's coat had been unfastened (well, she probably didn’t fasten it, but just swept out when going outside), his floors lie on both sides of his wife , and she sits and does not notice that her skirt, which is already above the knees, because of the landing has even more fought, exposing my wife's plump hips. Not knowing how to give her a hint, I tried to get in touch with her to let her know about the problems with the clothes, but as luck would have it, she looked anywhere, but not at me. I saw that the men simply devour her bare hips with their eyes, moreover, they are trying to make the skirt more bullied, as if inadvertently touching her or under the pretext that they squeezed Irina, asking her to move in one direction where supposedly there is more space, then all of it. Fully enthralled by their stories and looking alternately at one second, the wife at the expense of small fusions picked up her skirt obscenely high, from my place I even saw her panties between not widely spaced legs. Without bothering to look down on me, she continued to listen to men. Desperate to grab her gaze, I turned away, giving the peasants the right to stare at my wife's bare thighs.

Referring to the cold weather and the warm campaign, one of the joggers offered to drink. The proposal was supported by his companion and my divorced wife. In the back seat appeared a bottle of some wine and plastic cups. I refused to drink, citing the importance of my mission as a guideline. I wanted to get out of this car as soon as possible and take my wife home, away from those lustful looks.

I turned back to them, almost nothing had changed there, if not to take into account the rosy face of my wife and even more lustful looks of men. In complete impotence to change anything, I turned away and stared at the road. Behind him, he heard laughter again, then a slight cry and laughter again. I turned around. One of the men nudging his wife under her elbow made her knock over a glass of wine, and now my laughing wife was sitting with a big red spot on her blue blouse, which helpful gentlemen were trying to wipe. And their help was expressed in rubbing the stain on the material, and to be quite accurate, in smoothing the boobs of my faithful. I do not know what really cheered my wife, gently pawing her men or sadness over a soiled blouse, but I was already at the limit, so I snapped - Ira, smell! My wife stopped talking and looked at me in surprise. Zip the coat, and then you sit like ... - I did not finish. I want to sit like this - my wife said offendedly, straightening her skirt a little and putting the coat on her knees. Well, little girl - I got a little warm. Look at the road - cut off his wife.

I silently turned away. It was quiet behind. For a while we all rode in complete silence. Then some small whispering and whispering began from behind. Began to be heard choked laugh. I decided not to turn around and continued to look at the road. The whispering from behind intensified, there were notes of displeasure in the remarks of my wife. Misha - suddenly her mournful voice rang out. I turned around and was stunned.

At first I saw the wide open eyes of my wife in horror, her face frozen in a strange grimace. Looking down below, I saw the horror, Irina’s bare breasts, sticking out of the cups of her bra, her blouse was stretched and hung loosely on both sides. The man sitting to her right hand pushed her boobs, then squeezing them in his palm, then pulling his nipples with his fingers. With a terrible feeling, I looked down below. In front of me were Irina’s widely divorced hips, one of her legs was on the floor, and the other was pulled up and held under the knee by the hand of the second man. With his second hand, opening a hole in her pantyhose, he stroked my wife's crotch, then climbing under her panties, then squeezing her by the thigh. Misha - she mournfully mumbled, her face twisted in a grimace of disgust, the man slightly moving the strip of her panties began to poke his fingers into the lips of her vagina. I am numb. I sat and just watched how unfamiliar men were pawing my wife in the same stupor. Rape - flashed through my head - my wife is being raped. In my view, rape was always screaming, struggling, and this was not something like that, my wife sat quietly, enduring harassment and only plaintively repeating my name in complete confusion, I sat quietly, not trying to scream or trying somehow interfere.

Having played enough with her breasts, the first man leaving the boobs alone began to stretch his pants. My wife and I silently watched his half-full member appear. Everything happened very quietly, in silence, adding a sense of unreality of what is happening. Also silently a man taking my wife by the hair pulled her head to his fly. I silently watched as his dick disappears in Irina’s wide-open mouth. The man leaned back on the seat and continued to hold Irina’s head to look at me. I can not stand the look of his insolent eyes lowered his gaze down. Lord, I wish I had looked somewhere else! Finally, having torn off his wife's pantyhose, the second man slipped her panties sideways and placed one leg on the back of the headrest, and put the second one between the front seats, playing with her vagina with two hands. My wife’s fully open bosom was open to his harassment. He stretched her pussy by the lips in different directions, tried to prick her clit, licked his fingers, he inserted them into my wife, forcing her to start every time.

I could no longer look at this, turned away and tried to look at the road. But before the eyes of all the scenes just appeared.Through the visions, I still noticed that we were going in the right direction, looking with surprise at the driver, I tried to say something for the first time. Looking at me, the driver nodded his head - I know the way, we agreed in advance, only after seeing you on the side of the road. Good Lord, they were planning to rape my wife from the very beginning! How could I, how could I have been a story, agree to ...