hair around that smelled like any man stinks in such a place.

His head immediately parted my lips and was on the tongue.

“So, deeper, come on, mistress,” the mustache pushed me closer on his cock.

He entered my mouth in half. Then he started pushing it for one cheek. The mustache breathed loudly over me while I sucked him without sparing saliva. I felt every protrusion on his penis with my lips, while my tits squeezed the hands of his fat friend.

“Finishing ...” the mustache quickly announced, and from his dick poured onto my tongue.

Swallowing salted sperm, I broke up with his penis and hands on my head. Only I managed to catch my breath, the fat man threw off my robe on the floor and put me on the edge of the table. Rumble plates.

The mustache sat down on a stool, and the fat stuck his dick into me after he had saliva plentifully smeared his hand and then my slit. I groaned to the constant sounds of jolts, dishes, the creak of table legs and the exhalation of a peasant in my face.

- Oh, look who came? - I heard, opening my eyes and turning my head to the side. My husband and the third one returned there. I do not know what was in his head, but he could only bulge his eyes and follow the sharp jolts of the fat man on me.

I was all naked. My hands got soiled in the sauce and the remnants of the salad, I looked like a real cheap with loose hair and loose tits.

“Get her, I'll drive her into her mouth,” the third advised.

Fat turned my stomach on the corner of the table. So my face with the prepared open lips turned out to be opposite my husband and immediately a new member from the slits on the burgundy head of which already flowed a little. Immediately he stuck it in my mouth. I could see his belly and downstairs cowards.

I was controlled by his hands, holding my head by the hair and chin, and from behind came back fat.

“Why are you like this? ...” my husband only mumbled.

The mustache answered with a laugh:

- Baby, you need to share with friends.

I no longer heard the voice of my husband, but I also did not hear how he was leaving the kitchen. He just stood there and watched his wife get fucked in the mouth and behind by the long-time hooligans who mocked him. Pozornik unhappy!

It excited me. My legs went numb and knees.

“Your wife began to flow, look, Fry,” showed fat, and then began to drive me sharply until he finished himself.

The third finished behind him, splashing his thick sperm on my lips. Feeling weak I fell to the floor.

Having quickly played enough with me, these three friends praised that they had Malka's wife, as soon as they wanted and left. Finally, the mustache threatened him:

- Fry, to be silent in a rag, and then we lurk after work and ...

Rubbing my lips and chin, I saw my husband. He fussed, bridal gown to me.

- You've seen? I asked, in a naive voice.

“Yes ...” the husband agreed, so carefully helping me with the sleeves.

“The three of them raped me.” Why did you bring them to our house? - getting up on still weak legs (when I finish, I always barely walk) I complained and chided my husband. Let him be ashamed, not me.

- Poor, you need to lie down - the husband guessed my thoughts.

He led me to the bedroom where I lay down on the bed. I turned to the wall and pretended to whimper. In general, I was tired and just wanted to sleep, but first I had to somehow wriggle out comfortably for myself.

- Will you call the police?

My husband covered me with a blanket. He did not answer.

“I'm tired,” I said, knowing that he was afraid of these three of his long-time “friends” and you could just play along to him, as if nothing had happened.

- Rest. I'll close the door.

He walked out of the bedroom, and I quickly spread my legs and rubbed myself underneath the hem of my robe. I stank of sperm from my mouth, but I also played poor poor wife, so I had to sleep like that.

Then, as I thought, my husband just still pretends to see nothing. Even when I serve him breakfast on the very table where three men fucked me in front of his eyes.

Zhanna T. Yu. 36 years old