began to mean sexual relations, and it was precisely these relations that did not suit her. What Igor gave her was not enough. Himself, of course, he was pleased, because his young and beautiful wife was noticeably liberated. She always accepted his courtship with appreciable pleasure, was quickly turned on and allowed him a lot. If before Lena would never agree to a blow job, now, at the first request of her husband, she willingly substituted her beautiful mouth to him. She gave herself to him at any time and in any poses, but the rest of the time was still as modest, even shy, Lenochka, as at the beginning of their acquaintance.

But it was only on the surface. In fact, Lena frantically searched for a way out of her sexual energy. Not daring to meet men, she regularly masturbated.

This could go on for a long time, but once, having come from work a little earlier than usual, Igor told her straight from the doorway:

- Helen, my dear, rather get ready, We are invited to visit today.

- And to whom, dear? - Lena was in a good mood, because they rarely left the house together.

- This is Viktor Petrovich, you must remember him.

- Or maybe not go, eh? Let's give up.

- What are you, how can you! Petrovich cool guy. Nobody helped me so much as he did. Do not worry, There will be fun. There will be about twenty people. Relax, dance. I want to boast of you, because you have such a beautiful woman!

Having quickly assembled, they got into the car and drove to the other end of the city. Igor all the way told what a good man Viktor Petrovich was, how much he did for them and so on, and Lena only pretended to be listening. She thought that Viktor Petrovich could start harassing her again, but again she could not, would not dare to refuse him. "Well no. Today, I am with my husband, and everything will be fine, you just have to make sure that Igor does not drink. ” Gathering determination, she calmed down and stopped being afraid.

There were indeed a lot of guests, all were with couples, and Helen had a great time with the women. The couple was not only in Viktor Petrovich, but he was not one of those who are bored. Lena tried to avoid him whenever possible, and she did it. She, like all the ladies, danced a lot, but Victor Petrovich first invited her to dance, when the evening was already coming to an end. As soon as she was face to face, Helen instantly remembered all her fears. She found Igor with his eyes, and with horror found him in the company of one of the ladies, both of which were already very drunk and, apparently, were not going to stop there.

Viktor Petrovich behaved very discreetly, kept a distance, although the lighting was rather weak and inclined to courtship. Helen decided that the best defense is an attack, and therefore she started the conversation in a very formal and decisive tone. She blamed Viktor Petrovich for arranging everything on purpose, invited them to visit, and even got drunk again ... Viktor Petrovich just smiled and replied that he was not going to do anything like that, but she, Lena I'm going to provoke him, so I started talking to him about it. From such impudence Lena caught her breath. She wanted to refute these conjectures, but then Viktor Petrovich’s hand dropped from the waist to the buttock. In one motion, the man pulled Lena to him and held him tight. Helen felt that she could not escape, but she also felt that there, at the bottom, something big and solid grew instantly, and that it stuck into her stomach.

- What are you doing?! She whispered.

- It's not me doing. That you specifically rubbed against me. Did you miss me? Often remembered how I fought you? That has achieved her. Only now, whore, if you want to get him, you yourself will have to run after me. If you arrange everything yourself, so be it, planted it.Just think soon, otherwise it’s not between your legs that itches. It itches, huh?

And then Lena, through anger and resentment, realized that he had these words, or because this stick pressed against her, her stomach was already hot, and exciting memories began to creep into her head.

“Why are you talking so rudely to me?” I'm not a street girl, after all.

- Nothing, sometimes useful. Just do not forget to lubricate the point, I'm no longer going to poke around with your fingers.

Then the music ended, and Lena, red as cancer, slipped on the balcony to cool off and get her thoughts together a little.

Returning ten minutes later to the living room, she already knew what she wanted. The husband again got drunk to a bestial state, even though she asked him to control himself. Let the next time thinks his horny head.

The guests began to disperse. Many offered to take them with Igor, but Helen said that she would call a taxi and they would be perfectly delivered home.

When the last batch of guests left, they remained in a three-person apartment. Igor, lounging in his chair, was asleep. Lena and Viktor Petrovich were sitting at the table. Viktor Petrovich smiled, looking at Lena, and she did not know where to put his eyes and hands. She blushed now and then turned pale, wanting and ashamed of her desires.

- Well, what are you, girl. Relax. Want to dance?

Viktor Petrovich got up, turned off the light and walked over to Lena. She got up, put her hands on his shoulders, and when his hands lay on her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Helen felt the warmth of his large body and realized that this was what she needed to calm down. “Now he will never leave me alone. Well, let it be, ”she thought, and she pressed herself to him with her whole body, which had long been ready to accept his caresses, which were not long in coming. His hands seemed to be everywhere. They stroked her back, crushed her breasts, rudely pinching the hardened nipples, penetrated the crotch, hosted on the ass. Lenochka was thrilled with these touches and the whisper that tickled her ears and neck.

- That's great, that's nice. Good girl Did you miss me? Of course, I missed you, and how much less, the pants are already wet, even if you squeeze it out. Oh, how smooth you are. I missed you too. Feel how strong. It always happens to me when I remember you. I liked you a lot. And I also liked to fight you. Especially in the ass. Yes, in your luxurious, elastic, narrow ass. What trembled? Looks like you enjoyed it too, but today we have another program. Today I only want your mouth. The front end is not at all touched today, let it still get bored, and in the ass - only by special invitation. Do you understand? Well, fine. You can start. Get on your knees, take it out and suck it.

Lena no longer shocked his manner of expression. She dutifully knelt and took his pretty mouth his cock, which barely passed between her bright lips.

Viktor Petrovich took it by the head and began to stick it onto his instrument with sweeping movements. This went on until she had finished once, then the other. Taking out the member from the woman’s mouth only so that she could collect the streams of sperm from the mouth in her palm, fearing to dirty the festive dress. After the second eruption, she sat on the floor, breathing heavily, holding his organ with one hand. The second hand, she all this time did not get out of her panties, continuously caressing the sing pussy, from which flowed so much that not only panties, but all her hips were now covered with these secretions.

“That's it, I can't take it anymore.” Please take me for real!

- Remember what I said? Only in the ass and only by special invitation. Invite.

- Victor Petrovich, please take me as you want. I agree to all.

- Already better, but still bad. Okay, now I will attach your man to sleep, and you think better what a special invitation means. The bedroom is there. Where is the bathroom, you know. Hurry up, otherwise I’ve got it again ... Read more →