ride with them !!! I sat and reproached myself.

Meanwhile, turning Irina back, the men swapped roles. Now his wife was sucking the second one, and the first was fitting his blessed member, who was shiny with saliva from my saliva, to her vagina. Having entered it he began to slowly fuck her, making measured shocks. Irina continued to suck the second, wincing in disgust. We had almost arrived, but the driver did not stop, but just circled around the block, not allowing the situation to change at all. I continued to sit in my place, unable to somehow interfere with what was happening, and watched my wife being raped. Finally, the man receiving the blowjob began to stop. I saw his wife's cheeks swelling to contain the spilled seed. Swallow - the peasant's voice rang out. His voice seemed to rip some kind of veil. Guys, let us go - at the same moment I said, not recognizing my own voice. Let go, not ssy - the man replied. In the meantime, Irina was overwhelming herself with cum and continuing to shudder from the impulses of the second, she whispered - Tiny, sorry. I stared at her in surprise, but what could be her fault. I was so pleased at first with their courtship, I did not think that later ... - Ira did not finish speaking, tears welled in her eyes.

Already the second man began to cum, pouring into his wife. Ira waited until the impulses of the seed were over and her face got a more human form, at least that mask of despair and disgust left her. Well, that's nice - the second man patted her bare ass. The car stopped. Now you let us go - I repeated my question. Man, you know how to count - asked drove. Yes, and what - I looked at him in surprise. There are so many of us here - three - he himself answered - and two have fucked your wife how many - not all is listed. Ira quietly cried. Well, you roar a fool - the driver turned to her and stroked her hair - right now, I quickly pull you all, home, bainki.

Still sobbing, Ira nodded. Let's get out - told her drove. The men got out of the car, followed by my wife, in torn pantyhose dangling at the ankles, in a unbuttoned blouse and a bra lifted up in a skirt. I tried to get out too, but the men gestured for me to understand that I stayed in the car. Drove forced Irina to remove her skirt, tights and panties. For this, she had to take off her shoes. The men generously allowed her back to shine. Then, following the instructions of the same carrier, she took off her coat, took off her blouse and bra. My wife was completely naked in some shoes in a deserted night courtyard, surrounded by three men. Holding her breasts with her hands, Irina was standing and looking at recent companions. After enjoying the view of a naked woman, the men allowed her to wear a coat. Putting my wife on the hood of the car and spreading her legs drove between her divorced thighs and began to pump his penis into her bosom. I was sitting in the car and my wife was fucked on her hood. I only saw my wife's back in a coat and her bare ankles and calves sticking out in different directions. The car rocking measuredly in time with the driver's jolts.

When he finished, the carrier walked away from my wife and she got up tightly tucked into her coat. I was allowed to get out of the car, and I hurried to hug and hug my wife. Ira buried me in the shoulder and quietly trembling toli from the cold, toli from the nerves, stood nestling and wrapped her arms around me.

Well, thanks for the unforgettable evening - one of the men joked - happy to stay for you, and we probably went. Climbing into the car they drove away. We disengaged our embraces, lifted up our wife’s lying things, and walked to our nearby house.

At home we went first to the bathroom, where the wife first washed off the sperm, and then filled it with hot water, heated herself and tried to calm down. An hour later, everything that happened seemed like a fiction or a dream. Wiping up, we went to the bedroom, where after a while we fell asleep, huddling tightly and swearing to each other in eternal love.

Probably we would never have seen more of those fellow travelers, but as it turned out in the morning, Irina that evening still had a handbag with a passport, apartment keys and cosmetics ...

... So this was not our last meeting with nighttime fellow travelers ...

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