The other day we celebrated the birthday of my wife Natasha. She turned 35. She's beautiful. They say that they are not ashamed to go out with her. Slim pretty blonde (now), third-size breast, elastic ass. A rare passerby will not hold his gaze. As in the song: "I used this."

Birthday as a birthday. At all, it comes once a year. Everyone is waiting for him, preparing for it, they consider it the main day of the year. So we decided to mark it as something special ,. more interesting. Idea generator - me. Thought, thought and ... came up with. He remembered "The Master and Margarita". It is necessary at the same table to collect all the friends, those with whom Natasha fucked. According to our calculations, she already fucked up with about 50 people, but this is over the 20 years of her hooliganism, and these people from different cities, with some, have already broken all ties, with some we don’t want to meet for various reasons. We sat in the evening, remembered, povybirali. Scrape the bottom of the barrel. The main thing is how to bring them together. The trick is that they do not know each other, moreover, they are of different ages from 16 to 62 years and different positions. I'm not talking about temperament, cockroaches in my head, habits. My proposal was met by his wife with a bang. Preparation has begun. What is surprising is that of the 12 people who were able to find, not one refused. The only thing is that one of them is a big boss and the TV flashes on the screen every day and he asked all the guests to be masked. Why? We even liked this idea. First of all, I bought 12 identical theatrical masks, those that only close their eyes. And he began to prepare the table.

I bought all the most delicious. And, of course, more drinks.

By the way, I thought of calling all friends by numbers: first, second and so on. On the masks on the front side wrote the numbers so as not to be confused.

And now it is Friday, the time is 19.00. Each comes at a specific time, with an interval of 5 minutes. I meet at the door, give the mask and we go. There is already a birthday girl in an absolutely transparent blouse and chic high-heeled pantyhose.

Kisses, greetings and another guest passes into the hall. This meeting on a meeting was stretched for a long time, but it was worth it. Natasha was inundated with bouquets and gifts. Eyes shine. Cheeks in a blush. Today is her day. The last was that boss. Well, he gave it, so he gave it.

All sat down at a large table, as far as it was convenient in our small apartments. Natasha, I sat at the head of the table on a large chair putting a thick feather bed. It turned out that she sat as it were above the table, the most high. She also sat down in Turkish, cross-legged.

Send toasts for the health of my beautiful wife. Everyone, making a toast, came up and kissed her on the lips. There was a lot of drunk, as much said, told, recalled a lot. Everyone told me how he got acquainted, how the first time she fucked Natasha, even for me it was interesting, either I didn’t know, or I just forgot it. We also remembered: where and how. Natasha has already stretched her legs from above and put them on her knees to the 12th, that is, to that chief. That and cheeky paw, on the rights of the guest on the right.

I was sitting on the left side. It was my turn to make a toast.

- Let's drink to Natasha, for the joy she gives you. And she gives you herself. You can touch her beautiful breasts, kiss her tender nipples, knead the elastic buttocks.

Now I suggest that we all have a drink for this toast, as she likes.

Everyone shouted: “Hurray!” And stood in a queue with glasses. Natasha got up on the couch, I lowered her pantyhose, then panties. Everybody, having seen her perfectly shaved cunt, clapped her hands. Natasha sat down again, crossing her legs, opening her lips below. I began to insert into the pussy on a small cucumber, so that half stuck out. Every turn came up, kissed my wife on the lip, drank vodka, leaned over and grabbed a cucumber.Someone else stuck there with his lips.

Natasha sat leaning back, leaning on her arms. She, too, was already drunk. When everyone sat down, Natasha took the floor.

- Thank you boys for coming. I remember you all, you are super. Now it's time for me to thank you. Take off your pants, panties.

All quickly executed her team and sat down at the table. Natashka embarked on a chair, I took it off him, put it on the floor, pushed back the chair and ... Natashka dived under the table. Under the table, I saw how she stuck to the member of number 1. Everyone shouted, clapped their hands.

- The first! The first! - they chanted.

The first rolling eyes baldel

- Can I get it down? - they asked me

- No, it is still early. You can only numbers 7 and 9, They can do it several times - I commanded.

Natasha worked with her mouth and lips, and we sat rattling, drank, and only, from time to time, by the startling guests, it was possible to determine the location of my wife under the table.

Soon she got out, sat on my lap, her lips stuck. All the same, 7 or 9 were let down, there were remnants of sperm on their lips.

- For our Natasha! Most damn fucking!

Natasha loves to be called that at such parties. In life, for this you can get from her and in the face. And here she is in her element.

Natasha went to the chair, leaned forward, putting back the naked ass.

- Fit the boy one by one insert.

All crowded behind.

- So, the first husband, he is in charge here.

I parted my lips and entered, made a few pushes, freed a hole. Follow me in order. Slaps began to be heard, Natasha jumped up and down on her bed. Each made several jolts and retreated. Then the second round. Natasha began to wind up, howl slowly. Someone began to paw her breasts. He pushed number 5 away, he was an athlete. He took the blouse on his back and ripped it into two parts with force. Blouse fell to the floor, bare breasts. Now anyone could crawl and eat them. Natasha was naked. She fiddled with booty on the next dick. A dozen hands caressed her tender body. I sat on the sidelines with number 12, chatted nicely, discussed the observed action. Soon, Natasha began to shudder orgasms, they walked in a solid wall, without interruption, in waves. They were not even waves, but a tsunami. She growled, moaned, grabbed standing hui, shoved them and her mouth, pulled, licked ...

Everybody descended simultaneously to her. Natasha was lying on the floor on the bedspread, and we crowding and pushing with our shoulders, we jerked off at her. Filled her with sperm from head to toe. Natashka lay and squirmed. She rubbed all the sperm in her tits and made us suck them one by one, but after another licked nipples, she again smeared them with collected sperm.

“You are all dairy brothers,” she said, sitting at the table. “But the elder brother of your company is my husband.” If he had not, you would not sit here. This is what he invented and organized. My whim that everyone is doing now. Everyone get up to approach him and suck his dick. Andrey gave me the most expensive birthday present.

I moved away from the table, the dick stood like a soldier at attention: ...

It was the day before yesterday. Today it seems that this is not real, not feasible. But if you can try. Diverging, everyone agreed to meet in a year. Anything can happen.

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