PART 2

I arrived at the hotel, walked into the room without undressing, unbuttoned my fly, pulled out a moaning cock and began to masturbate. What excited me at this moment? Yes, everything, the whole situation: the fact that I voluntarily went to the hotel, making room in my family bed for my wife's lover, and they probably are fucking now ...

I was so excited that almost immediately finished. I went to the shower, washed.

What's next? After the excitement passed I began to grow anxious:

- Maybe I'm in vain in all this was involved with Katya? So after all, I can lose my wife too. Like a fool, I sit alone in a hotel, and my wife is on our married bed now with her lover. After all, I myself put it under another, I dreamed about it, persuaded ... And what if she falls in love with Tengiz and leaves me? He is rich, experienced ... On the other hand, why should he marry Katya? He has a wife, children ... A strong Georgian family, and Katya is a beautiful Russian slut for him, he just wants to have fun with her: it is unlikely a self-respecting man will marry such a one. No, not exactly marry.

And if she does not marry, but she gets pregnant from him, he will definitely not allow her to have an abortion. And then, as soon as a picture of a pregnant woman from Tengiz Katia with a stomach appeared in front of my eyes, my dick came to life and became stone. The idea of ​​Katya’s pregnancy was not from me, her husband, but from her lover driving me crazy:

- I was lying and jerking off, jerking off ...

And when the words of my wife came to mind that giving birth to a Georgian with a live Russian husband is a shame, something in my head interchanged, and I immediately went to the finish line to orgasm. Before my eyes flashed the video of my fantasies:

“Pregnant Katya and I are 8 months old and Tengiz are walking down the street and Damir greets us, greets Tengiz and, pointing at Katya, asks:“ Is this yours? ”. Smug Tengiz nods in response. Damir unceremoniously stretches his hand to my wife, strokes her stomach and says: “Well done, respect ... I married a married woman, now she will give you a son, and her husband will change his diapers”. Katya smiled, the men laughed, and Damir continued, addressing my pregnant wife: “Then you will give birth to my son. Do you want me to knock you down too? ” And Katia, stroking Tengiz on the back, smiling and stretching the words, answers: “I don’t mind if Tengiz allows me ...”.

- Naked pregnant Katya on the 8th month lies on the bed and masturbates. I walk up, start kissing her swollen breasts, stroking her belly. I lick every inch of her body, go down to the pussy ... She, moaning, says: "You know, you want sex so much." I replied to her: "Now I will help you." And she told me: "No, do not." I persuade her: "Do not be afraid, I neatly, little by little ...". Katia: “I'm not afraid. Not in this case. I just don't want you ... I want real hot Caucasian men like Tengiz. ” I ask her confusedly: "And I?". She replies with the same languid voice: “But you understand that I will no longer fuck with you. I’m not even pregnant with you, you couldn’t even do it. You can only lick, here and lick. Otherwise, I’ll forbid you to lick my kitten, you know, how many people there are willing to replace you, I can only beck my finger, ”and Katya mockingly looked at my confused physiognomy ...

“Pregnant Katya and I are going to the doctor for 8 months, and Tengiz is waiting for us at the hospital. The three of us go to the male doctor, he asks her, who is your husband, father of the child? She, smiling, responds by pointing at me, “this is my husband,” and then at Tengiz, “and this is the father of the child.” The doctor is embarrassed, says: let your husband come out, and the father of the child will remain ...

These images of pregnant Katie were so vividly standing before my eyes that when I finished, plunging into a sweet languorous, my wife’s mocking voice continued to sound in my ears ...

So, finished. And now what? Again I went into the shower, again thinking that Kati's pregnancy from Tengiz is not such a good thing. Yes, it is exciting, but ...

What is with me: not two - not one and a half. What do I torture myself, do not find a place for myself? When I was excited, then everything was fine ... Why did I finish, I ask? Vaughn, on American sites read about the dominant wives, recklessly cheating on their husbands with blacks and with their lovers degrading their husbands. Terribly degrading. They not only give birth to children from their lovers, but they don’t even let their husbands get fucked. Moreover, they wear chastity belts on them, in the form of plastic or metal caps on their member, which are locked. And to a member in general can not touch: in the cap only a hole for urination. And the keys to the chastity belt are either the wife or her lover. They open the chastity belt about once a week for the husband to jerk off and close again. And if he behaved badly - he did not obey his wife, did not suck on her lover - then they may not let her husband let off steam for more than a week. But the husband is in an excited state all the time and he likes everything: and the fact that his wife dresses him up with used clothes; and that force yourself to serve during sex with her lover; and that they are taught to have anal sex, developing his prostate; and that they thrash the belt on the ass ... In a word, they do not even make a slave of a husband, but a slave, and he likes everything, he is happy with such a life! Does a normal man like such humiliation? Hardly. Most likely, they get high, because they do not finish and are all the time in an excited state ...

And here a very bright, realistic picture reappeared before my eyes:

- Pregnant Kate in one pink peignoir sits on our bed, and smiles languidly. Her legs are a little apart, and with her bright index finger manicure she gently caresses her pussy. I stand completely naked in front of her, Tengiz comes to me in a strict black suit and tie, and in his hands is a chastity belt for men. He says to me: “So that you no longer bother Kate with nonsense, your wife and I decided that it would be better for everyone if you wear a chastity belt from this day on.” He handed me a metal device, and I myself voluntarily slammed it on my penis. Tengiz continued the monologue: “Katya and I will have the keys to the chastity belt. Katya, you promise that you will not open the lock for him when I am not at home? ” My wife, speeding up the rhythm of finger movement on the clitoris, excitedly and mockingly replies: “Leave the keys with you, my sweet. After all, Dima is my husband, all of a sudden he, in your absence, will ask me to open the lock, and I will be hungry and cannot refuse him ... ".

In short, I finished again. God, this is some kind of obsession. But there were no disturbing thoughts anymore, there was a surprise: I had just just jerked off and finished on three consecutive occasions. When was I still so excited? Around me, the emptiness of a hotel room and no one around, but only the situation in which I got, turned me on so that I could not cope with myself.

“I don’t know if I am doing the right thing with Katya or not, but what’s not bad for me now is for sure. Even good. Only anxious. And it is alarming, because this has never happened to me before, and everything new is scary. Apparently Tengiz meant this when he said that Katya and I should get used to the new format of relations, ”I fell asleep with this thought.

In the morning I came to work from the hotel, tried to take care of myself. Somewhere around eleven, the chief asked me to enter my office:

- So, I already know that you solved all the problems of our new partners! - he began on the move, - I don’t know how you helped them so quickly, and I don’t want to know: you know less - you sleep better. But I congratulate you: I was told to prepare documents for signing the contract. I prepared them, but I cannot find Tengiz, he does not pick up the phone. Do you happen to know where he is?

“At my home ...” I answered on the machine and realized that I had blurted out too much.

But the unsuspecting chief continued his pressure:

- Great, let's call your home phone, dictate your number, I dial ...

What could I do? I became ...