and, clasping her head, without resistance from Dasha, redirected her mouth from a member of Michael to his. Absently, Dasha looked at the penis holder, who had penetrated her mouth, and with a blissful expression on her face, she began to give a blowjob to a stranger. There was a feeling that Dasha was not in herself, that she seemed to have been stuffed with drugs, and that she was not aware of what she was doing. Although it is clear that what is happening gives her great pleasure. This improvised orgy did not leave other spectators indifferent either: some approached Dasha and began to paw her, others masturbated, and others pawed and masturbated at the same time ...

Honestly, I was in a kind of prostration, it was all too improbable. I looked at it as a movie, or rather, as a porn film, where the main character is very similar to your wife, and you dream that your spouse can be in her place. And I caught myself thinking that, together with other viewers, I stood and masturbate, looking at Dasha. And she did blowjob to one, then another, then to some mulatto ... And the fat German at this time thrust her fingers into her vagina, then in the anus, and I saw Dasha podmahivaet his own booty. It was all so crazy that I could not stand it and finished. Moreover, it happened very quickly. Faster than everyone. And as it happens according to the “law of meanness”, at that very moment when I finished, we met Dasha's views, and she smiled. It lasted only a moment, and my wife returned to the blowjob, but not her, but I felt myself caught by the hand while doing the shameful act. I felt bad, I panicked and walked away with quick steps.

Not inventing anything better, I locked myself in my room and began to watch TV. They showed some crap there, but I didn’t care, since my thoughts were far away from here. A few hours later the room knocked. And either with hope or with fear I thought: “Dasha? What will I tell her after she saw me masturbating during her betrayal? ” He opened the door, and on the threshold of Michael, without Dasha:

“Hi, I thought you were here,” he walked into the room. “You have done a good job, made my task easier.”

- Well done?...

- Well yes. Dasha saw you jerking off on her when she sucked on the beach. I told her that such sluts like you should like her fucking behavior, but she didn’t believe me to the last. She did not know that I photograph her on the yacht for you. And even a little worried, thinking how to explain to you the reason for her long sea voyage. And now I have seen with my own eyes that you will not make scenes of jealousy for her, because you are in the mood for a cuckold.

- Why do you expose me in front of my wife Khlyupik?

- Listen, stop rushing. You can not be both beautiful and smart. We both know what you wanted and what you signed a contract with me about. Moreover, I gave you several times the opportunity to jump off the topic, but you decided. Do you want a radical kukolda? So we are getting closer to this. It will be easier for you yourself if Dasha once and for all makes it clear that you can behave this way with you, that you are a rag and not a peasant.

- What is easier?

“By disappearing ambiguity in your relationship.” After all, what was a few days ago? She also cheated on you, but she did it, like, secretly, why she felt discomfort. And deep down you treat this as a game: if you don’t like it, you can stop it. And all the time you think about it: stop the game or not. Although this is not a game. Simply, it is necessary to put all the dots above "and". You will feel better when you realize that nothing depends on you, that Dasha will change you, regardless of whether you want it or not. Just accept this - your dream comes true.

- And if ... if I don’t like everything in it, maybe I want to correct it a little ...

- I told you - pozdnyak rush! I will not allow you to violate the terms of our contract! Let me remind you you promised me a good bonus. And if you now try to abandon the agreement, that is, simply throw me, then believe me, I will throw you too.

- How do you throw me?

- You have the same marriage contract with Dasha, and in case of divorce, fifty percent of the property will go to her. It costs me nothing now to entice her with her finger, and she will leave you, go to me. And then I will get much more money than what we have with you in the contract.

- Well, you and the bastard ... - burst out of me.

“Not a reptile,” he replied calmly. “But I do not do that.” And I will not do this if you complete your mission to the end and honestly pay me off.

I realized that all the trump cards in the hands of Michael, and to argue with him in this situation was not in my interests. Moreover, he is right, because I wanted it myself, but at the last moment I panicked.

- Well, what should I do?

- Do not leave the room until tonight to avoid catching the eye of Dasha. And in the first hour of the night come to my room, you will persuade Dasha to return to you.

“Will she come back?”

- Of course not. This is your current mission - the wife must reject and humiliate you. And I will help her in this.

- Do you want me to quarrel with my wife?

- I want you to provoke a conflict, as a result of which you will be put to shame and your wife will win a complete and unconditional victory. She will burn her bridges of quiet family life, and everything will fall into place: you are a henpecked and cuckold, and she is a whore whose betrayal you dreamed to enjoy. So welcome to the world of your erotic dreams. And besides this, you are still waiting for a surprise.

- What a surprise?

- Find out. And accept it with gratitude, according to our contract. Understood me?

- Got it.

Twenty first day of rest

In the first hour of the night I went to the room of Michael to my wife, the wicked. I was walking, and my hocks were shaking with fear of a showdown, after which everything secret would become clear. Behind - quiet family life, ahead - uncertainty ...

I went to the number of Michael, heard Dashin moans behind the door. He stood in thought - to knock or not - but still he made up his mind and timidly patted the door. The groans continued. Then I knocked more forcefully. Finally, the door opened. On the threshold appeared Michael in a terry robe, from under his floor which protruded his rearing member:

- What are you looking at night for? - Without a hint of goodwill, he asked me.

- I wanted to talk with my wife ...

- About what?

I was taken aback. Michael seemed to have been replaced, he was talking to me, as if I had come not to my own, but to his woman. And he was talking loudly so that Dasha could hear him.

- Well, I want her back in our room ...

- She's busy right now, you didn’t go on time.

“Well, can I talk to her?”

- Dear, we'll talk tomorrow! - Dasha's voice rang out, - Go to your room ...

- Dasha, but you are my wife! How so?...

Finally, Michael missed me in the room. I saw that my wife, with her legs wide apart, was lying on his bed, waist-covered behind a sheet soaked with sweat.

I tried to make a scene:

- Dasha, how so? You are cheating on me and you don’t even hide it ...

“Well, how are you a little naughty,” she grinned in my face, “I saw you jerking off on me today.” Jerking off, looking like I'm fucking with others. He did not interfere, did not try to stop fucking, but jerked off. So what do you do now a scene of jealousy? Or are you offended that I have sex, and you do not see this and can not masturbate?

I'm confused:

- You ... you did not understand everything ...

- I understood everything so. Misha told me everything about people like you. At first I didn’t believe, but then I realized that it is so, that you are a sub-paired person who likes to lick me after I fuck with others. That you like the humiliation of betrayal, that you yourself would have put me under any man, but you do not have enough courage for it. You still lack the courage to admit ... Read more →