I was good with my husband. Firstly, he was impotent, secondly, he was rich, and thirdly, I was frigid. However, the "third" is somewhat exaggerated - I occasionally had a desire. It was treated quite simply - once a week I experimented in a bathroom with a shower, sometimes helping myself with a secretly purchased faloimulator. But - no sweaty men, no smelly members and no fear of flying into.

Only once did something like lust stir in me. Foolish incident, remembering that, I still blush. It was at a banquet on the occasion of the anniversary of the firm's husband. I went over a bit and decided to walk along the deserted floors. And pulled me the hell to go to the men's room to pee. And as soon as I had time to do my business, the men fell into the toilet. They did not pay any attention to the fact that one of the booths was occupied and, judging by everything, had attached themselves to the urinals. In itself, the situation is still something, and besides, these guys started a conversation about me! At first, I did not pay attention to their words. But then she heard the name of her husband, and pricked her ears.

- Sleek, pampered fuck - that's who his wife. - Spoke one under the murmur of the jets.

- Yes, stop it, Lech. Normal chick. Slim figure, ass, breast - all with her. Why doesn't the boss marry that? And well-groomed, so why not be well-groomed to be, with such and such money?

- And I, Seryoga, it would be good for her to blow. Would take an ass and vdul so that squealed under me like a bitch.

At the last words, I almost jumped off the toilet and did not fly out of the booth to make a grandiose scandal to the unfamiliar Lech. Fortunately, I just remembered in time that I was in the men's room, and besides with my panties pulled down.

Meanwhile, a younger voice continued:

- Aha you would vdul ... But who will give you something?

- And I would not ask. I would grab hold of our little Ira, put her with cancer, and process both of her holes. And so as not to kick, would hit a couple of times as it should.

- What are you doing, Lech ... The roof went? Okay, let's go, let's make a couple of ryumashki, maybe the crap will disappear from your head ...

The men came out of the closet, and I sat in a cramped booth, neither alive nor dead. And besides, I suddenly felt very excited. The anger that burns in me, imperceptibly spilled between my legs, and flared up already there.

I ran my hand under my skirt, since the panties were lowered to the ankles. The sponges became so unusually sensitive that I groaned when my fingers touched them. Listening to my feelings, I began to caress myself.

Oh, that was very nice. My vagina quickly moisturized, and the sponges and clitoris just begged for caress. Just a few movements, and I huddled on the toilet, biting my lips in an attempt to contain the moans ... I had never experienced a brighter orgasm.

All this happened about a year ago.

And last week ...

I came out of the shower, wondering why my Olezhek was so gloomy today. Having decided to talk to him, calm him down and ... well, what else is there to do to a devoted and loving wife ... I went into the living room and stood still.

My husband was not in the living room. But there were two hefty guys present, immediately turning in my direction. Their arrogant eyes stared at me, and I realized with horror that the thinnest robe clinging to my wet skin after a shower, and no need for imagination to imagine me naked. Actually, I was naked. I was well aware that the weightless fabric, only slightly wetted, becomes translucent. I myself, not once, admiring myself in the bathroom, found that peeping nipples look very piquant and refined.

Worse, I felt the fabric stuck to the pubis. Judging by the fact that it was in that area that lustful looks stopped, this is how it was. And now my intimate hairstyle shamelessly considered.

I was so dumbfounded that I didn’t even think about running away, lisping in a stranded tongue:

- Where is Oleg?

A folded piece of paper appeared in the hand of one of the men. Waving it in the air, he said:

- Unfortunately, Oleg could not reach you in the bathroom, and maybe he did not want to do this. But he left you a message.

The stranger spoke in riddles, from which suddenly it became somehow not good at heart. Feeling like a stripper, at which lustful males stare without shame, I walked over and with trembling fingers took the note.

"Irina! The circumstances are such that I urgently need to leave. I think it will take five to six days. Our well-being is under threat, and it depends on Vadim and Marat, who handed you a letter. One of their calls, and all our accounts will be frozen, and the property will go under the hammer. Therefore, be more kind to them, fulfill all desires, otherwise a complete collapse awaits us, I can be imprisoned at all. I hope everything goes well, and this bad dream will be forgotten. Your Oleg. "

Hardly had the meaning of what was stated in the note reached me, my legs trembled treacherously, and I almost fainted. All my well-being, a lot of money, fabulous restaurants, cruises to all points of the world ... How to part with it? I frantically swallowed and hopefully looked at the guy who gave me the message of Oleg. Forcing myself to smile, I mumbled:

- Such a surprise. Va-Vadim? - I bleated.

The guy just silently nodded toward the second.

- Marat ... And uh, Vadim ... Oleg wrote that uh ... In general, I understand the whole situation. I will try to fulfill all your desires ...

It dawned on me how ambiguous my words were. What if these two want to sleep with me? Will I really have to sleep with them in order to maintain my current status? Oh my God! Judging by the way they look at me, it will be so. How will I feel when I have two males in full?

I was horrified. I even got dark in my eyes, and a aching heaviness appeared in my stomach, barely before my mind's eye seemed like a real, full-fledged man would take my body, completely unaccustomed to this. At the same time, I suddenly felt a kind of excitement in my chest and a rapidly growing languor between my legs.

Marat, carefully watching my face, grinned:

- I see, to you, Irina Igorevna, began to reach ALL the meaning of your position.

Throwing an involuntary cautious glance at the groin of the guy who was sitting wide apart, I just nodded.

“This is good,” Marat nodded, still grinning brazenly. “And now we will see how much you want to remain rich ...” He turned to Vadim.

In the hands of that appeared elegant gold hoop.

- That's what, Irina Igorevna. We want you to become our slave for a while. All that is required of you is complete obedience and readiness to incur punishment if something does not suit us in your behavior. But! - Vadim raised his finger, looking intently into my eyes. - We want you to agree to accept slave status voluntarily, even ask us about it. To do this, all you need is to stick your tender neck into this collar and say something like ... um ... "I want to become your slave and to please you."

In a state close to fainting, I whispered with my lips:

- I agree.

For a few long moments nothing happened, the guys just stared at me with malicious smirks, waiting for something. Finally it dawned on me what was required of me.

I knelt down and bent over Vadim, catching his unequivocal gaze into the neckline of the over-opened robe. Vadim clicked something. The collar opened in front of me, it remained only to put his neck in it. And my whole past life will be left behind. And only the fate of the litter lies ahead ... Ah, if this treacherous sweet-pulling sensation in the crotch were not yet ... However, I had no choice.