Everything you read and learn about will become my frank confession before you, before you, before my weakness, shame and degrading whim. Now I hate THIS the awakened part of myself, but even without it I cannot live, because NOTHING is able to disturb my mind like that anymore, inflaming it with incredible excitement from which my extremities get cold, after which the whole body and mind turn upside down from the indescribable orgasm.

Describing my wife, the easiest way for me is to select only gentle epithets for her, full of love and admiration for her pretty attractiveness. She is my beauty. I just saw her and immediately felt a weak echo of jealousy for our possible future together.

But of course he rejected him, blocked this strange thought of alleged jealousy towards other men, and even more so - betrayal. I was afraid to even utter this dirty word ... I did not agree with the inner voice at the time, that it is impossible not to be jealous of such a charming woman, that many and many times look at her. Only how could I resist her charm, melting from love? Seeing her, I was stunned. She is thirty, she is dyed blonde with a thin nose and narrow pink lips, between which an even row of a slight smile whitens. All her facial features and plastic movements are feminine and tender. Her figure is pretty: low, with wide hips, narrow shoulders, soft peach breasts of the second size (slightly falling to the bottom), milky smooth skin, and with a slightly marked tummy. She knows how to dress, always profitably and strictly presenting her advantages.

Sometimes, even unwittingly you catch yourself thinking that she knows for sure that all this will surely be appreciated by men's eyes. The make-up is not striking, light, barely perceptible, with the exception of the eyes, which are always black in eyeliner in such a stunning combination with white hair, which is also a business tinge at the ends of the curls, removed either by a rim or barrette on the back of the head. All her work left an involuntary imprint on her, only painting in discreet dresses, jackets, blouses and jackets under the sound of heels lifting calves, pulled into caprone. And when I got to know her closer, I could only see an angel in this tender body, which hardly knew caresses. She was shy and timid in sex. I did not require any oral sex or poses from her. I loved her, that was enough for me, like her. Always sex was between us, as an evening act of tenderness under a blanket under the muffled light of a night-lamp, eyes to eyes, and then kisses and sleeping in an embrace. It was so good for us, we never dreamed about a friend, as if in life we ​​were transforming what we saw a romantic attitude to each other from some lyrical film.

It all started with her appointment ... All my inner torments, misfortunes and bitter forbidden sweetness that humiliates my husband and man. This combination of feelings is infinite in me and I cannot resist it. Not anymore, after that turning point ...

As usual in the morning, we were going to work. Breakfast was coffee and sandwiches. She said that today will be just a week, as she was appointed deputy dean, and in the evening she could be allowed to eat a cake. I kissed my wife on her closed lips, without even touching them, so as not to smudge slightly pink lipstick. She carefully adjusted my tie, and we went. I dropped her off at the entrance to the institute.

When I got to my work, I found that I had almost no business. My boss went on a business trip with the boss above us all, so no one controlled me. It was possible to quickly check once again the good work of the main computer, network, Internet and update the purchased printer.I stayed at work until twelve and decided to go to my wife to make a surprise and by the hour (for the lunch break at the institute) to treat her with a purchased cake with chocolate cream. We could close in her office and drink tea. I knew how happy she would be.

With the cake, I entered the institute, the waiter greeted me, knowing well that I was the husband of one of the teachers, and I began to follow the door along the corridor.

It was a month of July. There were almost no students, and maybe they all sat in the dining room?

Noticing my wife's office from a distance, I began to strive for it. The door was locked. I opened it with a key (which I always wore in conjunction with others) and went inside. Across from me, through several steps, there were three tables of assistants to the dean on various matters. They were all empty, but I quickly found my wife in her purse near the monitor and cell phone. Having decided that I would just put my sweet gift with a note to call me, I would leave and sit in the car. And when she returns and finds him, and calls, I will say that I am closer than she thinks, and I will come to tea. It will be a pleasant surprise. I left a gift and only wanted to leave, as I heard outside the door (it was the dean's office, and where I stood and the tables were the reception office) the distinct voice of my wife.

- I have nothing to think about. I'd rather be a simple economics teacher again than all that. Sorry, but I will go.

I froze, afraid that now everyone will leave the dean’s office, where, probably, the congregation will see me. But from there no one came out. There was a male voice. He was so cheeky.

- You will not go anywhere, Yulia Romanovna. We have not allowed you yet.

Two male voices immediately laughed behind him.

“We have nothing to talk about,” my wife said in her hesitant tone.

The men laughed again, and in this laughter was excitement and anger. There were sounds of the squeak of chairs on the floor, steps.

With suspicion that all this only seems to me, I went to the door and saw the dean's spacious office with a table in its gap. Next to the chair was my wife. Her face was scared and white. Around on both hands there were two big men, and on the contrary one more. They were all in strict suits and ties. Their expensive cologne struck the crack, from where I imperceptibly peered. They looked at her with passion. We looked not like I do it with tenderness and eyes. They were interested in her body and only. They expressed it too cheekily, frankly staring at the greasy shiny glances at my wife's ass, at my wife's chest, looking a little out of the lilac blouse from the cleavage line. One (the one in the center — the dean), through her chest stifled laughter, winked at my wife, as though telling what was already stated earlier.

A big man's brush fell on the bulging back part of my wife's ass and pinched sharply. As if asking the price of meat in the store, he promised the others:

- Just right, you will like our Yulia Romanovna.

Again a male cheeky laughter rang out, not foretelling anything restrained and educated.

- What are you doing? I am a married woman, ”my wife put in, rubbing the place a sliver. She was probably hurt there. She was not used to it, I only gently stroked her there ...

- Come on, you're like a little. The woman is already in the juice, and you are breaking, ”said another, whose hand squeezed appreciatively the left breast of my wife, completely enclosing her, crushing and unclenching along with the clothes.

- Stop it, I have a husband, - my wife was outraged, but her defenseless voice did not act on them, but only openly added redness in their excited faces.

- So what? It is necessary to share, - said in the center and stood in front of my wife, pushing his belly, where the shirt was stretched. Under this ball, and another protrusion protruded in the place of the pants pants.

I felt something strange. At first, I wanted to run sharply (only seven or eight steps to do) and push these freaks to take my poor wife caught between them, but at the same time with jealousy, I felt with internal fear that my head was pounding, my cheeks were hot, and the hands were cold from an unusual feeling.It was painful, I saw that at the honor of the main body of my wife, three men were immediately encroaching, expressing ...