from enjoying my wife. Zhilin filmed everything on camera, and at his command, Katya released humiliating jokes in my direction, and the negros, after they finished, forced me to lick their hefty blue-black dicks. At the end of the uncomplicated storyline, I kissed the blacks in the ass as a sign of gratitude that they fucked my spouse so well, and then licked Katina's holes. I tried to philosophize on the topic that the plot could be more interesting, but Zhilin was so pleased with himself that he did not want to hear anything.

In general, Zhilin turned out to be a rare bastard: he cut off all the contracts for me and made sure that I did not have a job, and I spent all my time at his house. I was in prison. Everywhere were placed surveillance cameras, Zhilin forbade me to approach Kate without his permission. Of course, I violated his prohibitions, but the situation itself discomposed me. He also ordered his chain-dog - 35-40-year-old chief of his security service, Alexander Orlov, to keep me under special control. And this Orlov, who has neither family, nor friends, spent days and nights in the house of Zilina, and did not take his eyes off Katya or me. A few months later, Katya's tummy was rounded, and she glowed with happiness. The belt of fidelity increasingly hung on me. And Zhilin invited some of his special acquaintances, stripped in front of them to pregnant Kate, bragging about how he obryuhatil married slut (by the way, Kate was very pregnant: her tummy bulged forward, and the waist and butt remained still model, and she felt herself perfectly ).

Zhilin's friends repeatedly fucked my pregnant wife in a chorus, who, surprisingly, enjoyed it all. I have already come to terms with the idea that my wife is pregnant by another. True, I would prefer that she gave birth to someone else, and not from this monster. But Katya seemed to be happy with everything, and she was pleased with everything. After Zhilin or his friends fucked her pregnant woman, Katya liked to make me jerk off on her tummy, and then asked to lick her all over. I also really liked those moments, but they were extremely rare. Soon I felt that I could not do this anymore, and even the topic of two million bucks could not restrain my anger. The last straw was the statement of a drunken Zhilin to his friends that when his son and Katya grow up a little, they will fuck Mother Kate and her husband, that is, me. It was already beyond the limits and, having seized the moment when Zilina was not at home, I shared my angry thoughts with Katya. She changed her face, and again became so dear and my only. She stroked my head, pressed herself and said softly:

- Be patient a little bit more. Trust me. Everything will be fine. Very soon everything will be fine ... - then she led me by the hand into the room, opened the lock on my chastity belt and pulled me into the bed. God, what a pleasure it was to have sex with your own wife: without strangers, one on one ...

It turned out to be so exciting, so exotic after all these endless perversions. It was as if everything was the first time: we could not tear ourselves apart, whisper gentle words, confessed our love. This sweet and exhilarating sex with your own wife is available to everyone except your own husband. Even our first wedding night is not comparable with this crazy sex. And her whisper: “Stop it, stop it in me, I'm pregnant, you can, stop it in me” ... And I exploded.

When I shared my doubts with Katya: Will Orlov give us back to his boss, because there was video surveillance all around, she answered very calmly:

- Do not be afraid, everything will be fine ...

Of course, I was ready to wait as long as I wanted: this sudden tenderness of my beloved woman, my wife, my mistress, my lady - gave me a tremendous reserve of patience and hope, hope for a better life.But at that moment I couldn’t imagine what awaits us ahead ...

And ahead of us pogrom was waiting. When Zhilin was on a short-term departure, some militants injured a guard of his house: it’s good that he was in a bullet-proof vest and was outside, otherwise he would have gone to the next world with us ... Yes, everyone inside the house were killed, and the house was set on fire from the inside and blown up. The surveillance system was professionally disabled, so it was impossible to determine exactly who attacked Zilin's house.

Although the motive of the crime was clear: shortly before the tragedy, Zhilin withdrew a large sum in several banks, plus took the money of his partners: he planned a raider seizure of a large enterprise and he needed cash, a lot of cash. All this money was kept in a safe built into the wall of the house, and after this attack the safe was empty. When Zhilin returned to the ruins of his house, then, they say, he was furious: still, the money disappeared without a trace, and his security chief Orlov, his pregnant mistress and I are dead, and our bodies almost completely destroyed the fire. Although the money did not disappear without a trace: the wounded security guard said that even though all the attackers were wearing masks, they called their elder Damir. Moreover, the security cassette had miraculously survived, on which there was a recording of the wiretap of Damir and Tengiz's telephone conversation: there they discussed how they would divide the money after the murder of Zhilin ...

And Ignatov and Orlov really died ... in order to be reborn with new surnames, with new passports in Latin America in one of the resort towns on the very coast of the ocean.

Katya and I were lying on the beach and sipping fresh juice, which the dark-skinned, cheerful waiter obligingly brought us. I stroked my wife by her beautiful tummy, and she continued her story:

- ... Orlov long planned it all. When he served in the special services, his group was engaged in the development of Zhilin. But when they got too close, the operatives from the Orlov department were killed - they were returning home in one car, which they simply shot from a machine gun. Orlov was also supposed to go there, but at the last moment his boss summoned him. It saved him. Just an accident. And Zhilin had high patrons who blocked all the developments on him.

Orlov after this was transferred to another unit. He quit, began to drink, he was abandoned by everyone. And then he went all-in and settled in to guard Zhilin. For several years he became the head of the security service. He got so close to his enemy Zhilin, that he could get even with him at any moment, simply, he delayed the pleasure of revenge. And here we appeared and his plans changed. Thanks to wiretapping, he learned what role was assigned to you and me in the Tengiz-Damir scheme: they drafted documents that, after his death, he would give all his property to our son. Moreover, after the birth of the child, he would not have lived long: they were preparing an “accident” case for Zilin — a fatal car accident. And then we had to die with you, and Tengiz became the guardian of the child as a friend of the family, for which there are many witnesses, including my relatives would confirm this. In addition, he made me sign the relevant documents, such as for the insurance company. We were just cogs in the Tengiz game ...

“Why wasn't Orlov afraid to trust you?” Suddenly you would have laid it for Zhilin?

- Women have a secret weapon, located between the legs, able to win over a man, - Kate smiled playfully, - First of all, when we moved to the house to Zhilin, I slept with Orlov. Fortunately, his boss told him not to take his eyes off me and be always there. In addition, he was a great lover! It is thanks to Orlov that I am pregnant ...

“I did not understand,” my eyes widened in surprise, “You said that you flew from Zhilin ...”

- Yes, I told everyone so. And she continued to say this when she already knew for sure that Zhilin was generally fruitless - this was shown by the results of the tests, which I carried out in secret from everyone.And the lost son, whom Zhilin considered his own, was not from him. Under my heart I carry the child Orlov, our guardian angel, who invented it all, prepared it and organized it. He not only saved us from death, he made us rich people ...

Then Alexander Orlov approached us slowly with a contented smile, he kissed Katya on the lips, and he shook my hand:

- What, Dim, drink juice? It's not right on such a day, you should call the waiter and order something stronger ...

- And what happened? - Katya and I looked up with curiosity.

- Yes, how can I tell you, now I looked at the news on the Internet, and found out what horrors are happening in Russia. In the country club, unidentified men shot dead members of an organized criminal group - Tengiz and Damir. A businessman Zhilin was blown up in his car near this country club. Imagine? In one fell swoop ...

- Wow, - Katya thoughtfully adjusted her swimsuit, - Like in the movies ... As if this is not happening to us ...

Alexander somehow awkwardly squatted on our heels, in our legs, and as if, not a tough security specialist, but some unsure little boy, he began to talk?

- Dim, Kate, what do I want to say ... I have no one but you ... If it doesn't bother you ... I mean, if I am not a burden, could I stay with you? ... Do not think, I do not pretend to anything, something like that ... Simply, I would like ... Well, in general, you are such unusual, interesting people, you have such a relationship ... In short, I would also like with you ... I really like you very much, I would like to be a friend of your family ... Well, and not just a friend, if I suit you, of course ... I am certainly not as experienced in such relationships, but I can be a very capable student ...

Katya and I already sat on the sunbeds: so confused, but very sincere, didn’t get along so tightly with the image of Orlov’s highly experienced operative. And we burst out laughing: they laughed kindly, amicably. And our new friend laughed with us: there was not a trace left of awkwardness and tension.

- Well, that husband - smiling to the ears Kate winked at me, - Take a student?

I answered in the same playful key:

- Is my mistress should ask her husband's opinion on the terms of the contract?

- What contract? - Katya was surprisingly surprised, - Maybe you mean the Ignatovs contract? Well, so Ignatovs are in the past, we have another surname.

- In this case, I can’t find arguments not to invite our new friend Sasha to our family bed. Stay with us!

- So, friend Sasha, - my wife extended her feet to Orlov, - Make a massage to the most divine girl on earth. I love so much when my legs are in the hands of a man. And you Dima anoint me with sunscreen ...

I gently rubbed the cream into the body of the most beloved woman in the world - my wife, and could not resist the provocative question:

- Katyusha, and will you give birth to your next child from me or again from Sasha?

Here and Orlov stopped, waiting for the answer of my wife. But she was not taken aback:

“Now, dreaming: my next baby will be from that magnificent mulatto who works here as a lifeguard,” and with a laugh she pointed a finger at a small, thin, dark-skinned old man standing near a beach rescue station.

We laughed. Sunny breeze pleasantly tickled the skin. The sound of the waves of the ocean caressed the ear. Next to me was my beloved wife and our best friend. A smiling waiter was carrying us whiskey with ice. And there was a whole life ahead. Apparently, this is - happiness ...

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