This story is based on real events, and is written for men, in order to show the possible consequences of non-standard relationships. So what can passivity in sex, masturbation and dissatisfaction with your woman. As well as encouraging her beginner activism. If you are too lazy to be active, the woman will have to take her in her hands, and she usually likes it. And then she can go sizhkom far.

I sat and watched as my wife was fucked. Sometime in such moments, rage and a desire to destroy this bastard, shamelessly interposing his dirty member, was in full swing in me, right before my eyes, into my wife’s own and tender vagina. Today he was alone and this served as a weak consolation. Sometimes there were two or three. Then, it lasted much longer. They fucked her up a sweat. As soon as the bastard got tired and was ready to finish, after dabbling her front end like a sewing machine, he was replaced by another. And he stuck his dick out of the slippery and squishing vagina, brought it to my wife's face, and indulged in temporary relaxation and rest. Smiled smugly as she worked her tongue and lips, licked him and tried to swallow him as deeply as possible, while her vagina received and released a member of another man with redoubled energy from behind. Most of all I remember her curved back and buttock, glistening with sweat, and slowly disappearing traces of strong male fingers that squeezed her a moment ago.

I tried to free myself, but my arms and legs were firmly glued to the chair on which I was sitting with regular tape. This insidious invention of a perverted engineer, allowed to sit for hours in a comfortable position, without the ability to influence the surrounding events. It was possible to free myself only by breaking the whole damn chair, but as I did not strain, my well-trained body was not capable of it.

And everyone fucked her, fucked, fucked: She tried to stop, to free herself. Even stopped to suck and spit out a member of the mouth. But she continued to calmly fuck, and a member intended for blow job refueled into place. Then she got excited again, started podmahivat, moan, scream, until she finished. I tried to stop, free myself, stopped sucking: She continued to fuck, fuck, fuck.

All I could do was turn away a little or close my eyes. Trying to think about anything else that is distracting, although what else can you think in this setting? The atmosphere soaked with debauchery, sex, sperm, my humiliation and the dash-what else. What can you think about when the whole universe is rolled up to the size of a room in which a stranger man fucks your wife. What the hell is there to think about ???

And while with all my dick stood! My brat friend with whom we in the best of times fucked dozens of luxurious vaginas. Well, you can understand him too. What could be more exciting than the contemplation of sexual intercourse? Yes, if it still happens not on the screen but live? Yes, if still fucking no one be, and your own wife. A woman who should belong only to you alone, completely. And here it is, breaking all the prohibitions, do not hesitate, it is given entirely and completely, but not to you. Gives himself, his body with all the charms and skills of another man. Readily accepts all sorts of poses, jerks, sucks, licks and cums under this dork. I smell her excited vagina.

I feel, but I can't even jerk off or even hide behind. So I sit with a member standing like a stake for the pleasure of a copulating wife.

I tried to understand how this could happen. In the end, because I myself voluntarily allowed her to bind myself with this damn super-scotch. And no matter how hard I tried to justify myself to ignorance, I actually knew what the continuation would be. And, nevertheless, I agreed to participate in the show. And my wife was very pleased.

I grew up as an ordinary young man, with ordinary desires. Not deprived of any attractiveness or intelligence or parents. Even more. Almost all the girls were not averse to meeting me if I invited them. To meet it almost always implied - to fuck. I was very happy and pleased with this. And I even managed to persuade some of them on an easy suction right on the first date. Golden time. She went quickly like all good things. Then came a series of regular girls, with claims of loyalty and a serious relationship. All familiar guys began to have regular girls and meet only with them. They could, as you like and fuck as much as you like, but only them and no one else. It was possible to change such girls, but everything is more complicated. During the time of constant communication, they studied the character and habits of their boyfriend and gradually cut off his tails of freedom. Well, the girls themselves pretended that of all the guys they are only interested in their boyfriend, and of all the members only his member. Well, then, sooner or later, the moment of the wedding came, after which all these trends intensified many times. Well, this is me take into account, too, did not pass. I was philosophical about everything. All this fuss with constant parties began to tire. It was still possible at any moment to go and seduce any girl, but it all ended in quite predictable sex, it took effort, time and money. And there was a great alternative in the form of my constant girlfriend, who was always available and agreeable for me, and required much less effort, time and money.

The course of my thoughts was interrupted by the peasants' orgasmic moans. Today he was cumming into my wife's mouth. I did not like this the most, because I knew perfectly well what awaits me in this case. He growled, twitched and lowered the sperm directly into her mouth. She knelt in front of him with one hand caressing his balls, and the other between her legs. There was a lot of sperm, and she ran down her chin. The fact that she was a lot, I also did not like. Finally he stopped growling, pulled out a wet and sticky dick from my wife's mouth, patted them on her cheeks and eyes, and lay back blissfully on the bed. This bastard was good, but he continued with a smirk to look at me and his wife, knowing that he would now receive another batch of pleasure. And she came to me, right from the knees. She stared into my eyes, straight into the soul. The sight of her tender, white, magnificent breast could atone for all the sins of mankind, to say nothing of the sins of only one weak woman.

She looked at me with a tender, satisfied look, and at that moment I was ready to forgive her everything and fulfill her every desire. At that moment, she could have won the world beauty contest, if not for the disheveled hair and a trickle of sperm flowing down her puffy lips from a crowded mouth. Her face was close to mine, our eyes didn’t leave one another for a second. She did not utter a word. Her mouth was busy. The room, a minute ago was filled with the sounds of animal sex, and now plunged into a magical silence. But I didn’t need words to understand and fulfill her will. She entered me with a look. Her face was a centimeter in front of mine. I could feel her breath, and I could smell the sperm of a stranger male that perfectly suited my female. I felt her desire to take care of me, to share the booty.

The kiss was swift, passionate and disgusting. Her lips had the brackish taste of a male member. Tongue intertwined with mine, sperm flowed into my mouth. My humiliation and excitement reached the limit. I finished, although no one touched my dick. Hypnotic connection was broken. The bond that sharpens in me is not clear where the female instincts come from, the females: All the remaining sperm of this man from her mouth passed into mine and was safely swallowed, leaving a disgusting, salty-gelatinous taste. The sperm of this man was in the mouths of the mouths and was carefully swallowed, and mine was completely ignored and lonely dried on my legs and the floor around the chair.All the divine beauty of my wife burst like a soap bubble. Her mouth was free, she smiled, wiped a drop of sperm from my cheek (which she herself left) and said:

- You're just lovely, baby. I feel very well.

The guy on the bed got ready and moved to lie down to him my wife. She slipped under the covers, comfortably seated on his shoulder. A deaf groan of despair erupted from my chest. I understood that she wanted to rest, but at least now she could deprive me of this suffering. In the end, even if she fucks with another, about the shoulder for the rest could choose mine. Heck. I caught myself not only behaving like a rag, but already reasoning the same way. She decides, she chooses, she all.

They lay another ten minutes. Then he got dressed and left, shamelessly squeezing his wife by the buttock. Then she went into the shower. I sat stunned, depressed and could not move. With the last remnants of my will, I hardly managed to hold back the tears that kept rolling over to my eyes. Finally she came out, fresh, clean, fragrant. A snow-white robe hid her immaculate body. So, at least, a detached onlooker could say for the first time who saw her. She set me free. I also went to the shower. With a frenzy, I brushed my teeth and tried to wash off anything from what. When I left, she was lying on the already fresh bed and sipping juice.

- Well, how cute, did you like today's session?

I would like to tell her everything that I think about such sessions. Express everything, but only resignedly replied:

- Yes! You were great, love.

I wonder if she really thinks so, or pretends not to notice my falsity?

- And I felt good too. And half the pleasure you gave me. You just can not imagine how sexy you look at this stool. Damn turns me on to look at you, at your erection, while I am pierced, whose member may not be. By the way, dear, how do you like it today?

I almost turned out with these words. This technique of hers, according to the taste of sperm, to determine how many days the man has not finished, will soon turn me completely into a girl. At first she learned it with me. We fucked, she checked how much sperm and how it tastes. If her little means I recently jerked off, or God forbid cheated on her. If there is a lot of it, but it is watery and sweet, then I didn’t jerk off and finish, but for a long time I was excited and constantly thought about sex. And it hit me badly if this happened without her participation and control. And then after she had fucked several times in front of my eyes with another, she decided to give me a drink of his sperm. And then she shamelessly asked, how is she for my taste? And she said how much time before this did not finish her lover. Over time, I learned how to determine the “grade” and “endurance” of sperm on a par with it. And all this is just awful.

- Three days dear. He loves beer and meat.

- Exactly cute. You're making progress. You know, I thought, what else would you do to enjoy? I could talk to one guy, and he might agree to cum right in your mouth. Imagine, darling, he will fuck me, and then bring up a wet huge member, just taken out of my vagina, to your lips. You suck it, and then you swallow his sperm. I think it will look very fun and exciting. Do you mind, honey?

I lay with my face buried in the pillow, listening with horror to what she was saying. I wanted nothing. But I did not dare to contradict it for a very long time.

- Yes darling. You have no bad ideas. Just remember that I love you.

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