but Dasha looked at me with delight:

- Cool ... - she pulled off the sheet, and I saw that instead of the hair on her pubic there was a tattoo in the shape of the letter “M”, made in the same style as on Michael’s shoulder.

“He marked my wife as his property,” flashed through my mind.

“Well, now that we all know each other, we can go to bed together,” began Mikhail, “Dasha, you don’t mind having your husband lick you while we have sex with you.”

“Don't mind,” my wife answered playfully.

- I don't ask you Sergey, because I know that you dream about it. But in order to proceed to a pleasant lesson, you need to settle the last question, - Mikhail waited a pause with a solemn air, - You see, Sergey, your wife has already said that she wants to complete her former career, but she did not intend to be a housewife. Dasha decided to change her job, but for this you need your help.

- My help? - I did not understand what Michael wants from me, - Well, of course, I am ready to help, if necessary ...

- Well, fine. In your corporation, a place has been freed up in the so-called “coziness department” ...

And here I was all cold inside. The coziness department was created to serve the management of the company and our guests. It included three girls of model appearance who acted as prostitutes for VIPs. So it was safer and more convenient than using the services of confused. Our girls signed a contract in which they were obliged to be in the access zone at any time of the day, and also not to disclose the secrets of their activities. They were supposed to "knock" the head of the security department on competitors or partners, if they were sent to them (after all, in bed, many talk too much). The girls underwent a medical examination several times a week so that we could be confident in their health. And now Mikhail wants to arrange my wife as a prostitute in my own company, so that everyone knows what she is doing ?! Well this is such a shame! How will I talk with colleagues, how will I look into their eyes? In addition, we often invited girls from the coziness department to our evening gatherings, and we loved when they wore a minimum of clothes. And in the same way they will be able to call my wife, and she, in spite of my presence, is obliged to please the one whom she will be told ... Now I understood what surprise Michael was talking about the day before ...

“But the staff of the comfort department is staffed,” I tried to wriggle out of this terrible situation.

“It was staffed,” answered Mikhail. “But three days ago it turned out that one of the girls had“ flown ”from someone very important, and she was instructed to save the child in order to continue relations with this“ someone very important. ” So, officially she quit and will not take part in the "mass events". I sent Dasha a resume to the head of the department, Mazaykina, it completely satisfied him, but one small difficulty arose: you are the boss, and in order for him to hire your wife, he needs your official consent.

I remembered Mazekin: an ugly fat type with always running eyes, who let all the girls through him, like, "if the girls don't disdain me, they will fall under any client." And we, the company management, approved his initiative. I turned to Dasha:

“This Mazekin is such a brute.” He's like an animal, you will fuck and enclose under different freaks ...

And the reaction of my wife to my words struck me: I saw her pupils expand from a surging wave of excitement. Her hand reached for the clitoris, and she replied through a moan:

- And I want to be undermined ... So that they do not ask if I want it or not ... And I will obey Mazekin, I will carry out everything he says ... I say correctly, Mikhail?

“Of course,” said her molester, “You, Sergey, do not know your wife well.” Now you told her exactly what she wanted to hear, what excites her. So take the phone, call Mazaykina, - he handed me the phone.

- But it's too late ... - I tried to get out of this humiliating call.

“It’s late here, and in Russia it’s the very thing,” he nevertheless lent me a phone.

I had no choice but to press the call button. The cheerful voice of the head of the cosiness department was heard on the phone:

- Yes, I'm listening to you!

- Mazeikin, it's me.

- Yes, Sergey Sergeyevich.

“You received a resume ...” I did not know how best to say all this to my subordinate.

But Mazeikin, highly experienced in such matters, instantly understood what was being said:

- your wife's resume?

- Well yes...

- Yes, I did. Very good summary, - and I felt that he was smiling with his nasty greasy smile.

- Do we really vacancy vacated in the department of comfort?

- Yes, Elena became pregnant, went, so to speak, on special maternity leave. So I am waiting for your order about your wife.

“But I wouldn’t like to impose it so that I could somehow pull through ...” I grabbed a straw.

- No cronyism, Sergey Sergeyevich. I coordinated her candidacy with the rest of the management, everyone approved her very much.

- Approved? - that is, all my colleagues have already reviewed the erotic pictures of my wife and know what she wants to do ...

- Yes, they did. We are glad that such a beautiful woman can work with us. And besides, clever, will be able to talk with clients on various topics, and not only physically serve, so to speak. So I was told that if you do not mind, then they use two hands "for".

I imagined with what persons they said it, how they longed to enjoy the body of my girl, which I carried in my arms, with which they never allowed even hints of frivolity ...

“Well, make it out,” I said to Mazaykina, and at that very second I realized that I had burned the last bridge of my former life.

- Yes, Sergey Sergeyevich. You tell Dashula that I will wait for her with a medical certificate. Well, you yourself, you see, it is so supposed that no venous diseases and all that.

- Well, I will, - and felt the difference in attitude towards my wife. After all, before Mazeykin called her solely by her patronymic name, and then “Dashulya” And soon all my colleagues will call her that way, discussing who and how she sucked, how she gave ...

- Are you satisfied? - I asked my wife.

- Yes, my sweet, - she beckoned me with her finger, - Come, lick my pussy with your tongue, she is so tired for these days.

And while I was doing her a cunnilingus, Dasha, smacking his lips, sucked at Michael. Am I happy at this moment? Yes, no doubt. It was as if a huge load fell from my shoulders. No more masks, no need to pretend. I became what I really was - a cuckold. My wife does not hide from me that she is a whore. Soon, everyone will know about it. What will happen next? Will we live happily ever after? I dont know. I know one thing - I'm happy now.

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