At seven o'clock I was at home. My husband was not heard, he probably was already sitting in the closet. I went to the bathroom and wanted to change my wet panties, but immediately the doorbell rang. I even shuddered in anticipation of the debauchery of treason.

Feeling like a desirable, luxurious woman who had lashed a worthy male, I opened the door and saw Vaja and Vaju second. These two guys were the same. Even burgundy shirts and costumes are indistinguishable, as are red scorched faces. While I was standing in doubt, they entered and put their hands on my waist, led them into the hall. One of them, putting a bottle of wine on the coffee table, asked:

- Anna Yurievna, everything is on the ointment, is there no husband at home?

- No ... he and my mom's daughter.

I realized that now it is undesirable to talk about my daughter, but this only aroused:

- Do you have a daughter, huh? I love these adult women.

“I'm behind the corkscrew,” warned the second and disappeared into the corridor.

- I thought we would be together?

- Eh, that I am not my brother's brother, will I call for a rest? We are always together with him, only working in different places, and always relaxing together, - loudly laughing, apparently over my confusion, Vazha answered. He was already examining me: lips, neck, hair, an open spot on a blouse with a hollow.

A second came up behind him, unceremoniously putting his hands on my waist. He winked at his brother:

- The door closed on the latch.

- This is my brother - Ashotik. I told him that today I will go to our accountant's asshole to rest, so he immediately brought me here, - introduced Vazha.

- Vai, what is there eight to wait? I already can not stand at all. Come on, - I heard a very impudent tone.

- Heard? - asked Vazha.

- Come on. Heard, huh? - asked back and firmly grabbed my chest, crushing blouse.

- Wait, what to give?

- Uh, what? She herself called Vasi-Vasi while her husband somewhere drove off with her daughter, - pawing my bare thighs above the stockings in the section under the skirt, Vazha said.

- Hooley pull, then drink! Come do it if you call! - in an agressive agitated tone, hurried Ashot.

His hands turned me towards him and I saw his red-shaven face with eyes glittering with lust, which looked at me all. He already took out his cock with his hands. He fell out and scared me with his size. It was a fat, healthy dick with dark skin and a bulging vein on the side, and the head was burgundy and sharp.

“Uh, suck on me first,” he ordered, and began to pull the hair down.

I called my husband loudly. Suddenly the two looked at each other and without saying a word, one began to hold me and lead the second. Ashot was the first to run into the bedroom, where I had just been asking for help, frightened by the situation and the arrogance of these two young oriental smarties. He almost immediately opened the closet. He pulled my husband out with a strong hand. Then I saw that I did not expect at all. My husband was with flat pants and family, he had his little dick, his face was red with excitement, and his eyes were rounded and scared. He was definitely starting to jerk off to himself, hearing how these two came instead of one and make me suck!

- Uh, fuck, is your husband like that?

I nodded, frightened, seeing no less fear from my faithful.

Ashot easily gave him a fist to the side, and asked a laughing brother:

- He saw a pervert answer! He bitch jerked off while we were mollifying his wife for group sex!

Ashot took my husband's cheek with two fingers and ordered to answer the truth. My husband immediately said in a pitiful tone:

- We just wanted it to be alone ... So that my wife could rest ... and that was all.

- I wanted me to fuck your wife, and you looked out of the closet, right? - already asked Vazha.

My thin husband was left to agree, feeling close a dense young insolent.

- Uh, then let him watch how we will stare at his wife. One dick, they themselves wanted to, Vaja laughed.

Suddenly a belated nobility came to my husband, and he declared:

- No, it's not like that. You misunderstand us. Please go away.

- What are you fucking? First you show your damn dyed, and then you take it? - again hit in the side of her husband Ashot. I saw how my husband doubled over and fell to the floor.

“Do not get up until your wife and I have played enough.” Got it? - ordered Vazha. He abruptly pushed me confused on the bed. I fell over with my stomach and immediately felt how four nimble and daring hands undressed me. They did not want to deprive me of clothes completely, but only did it in convenient places for themselves. One pulled my skirt up to my abdomen, the second was already tearing the buttons on the blouse and was painfully throwing out one breast after another from the stewed-up dressed bra. I just had time to see how my pink nipples appeared on the unnaturally protruding breasts because of propping lace cups from the bottom, as I spread my legs apart and began to strip off my underwear. I didn’t scream, but was silent and only said in surprise: oh, mommies, ah, mommies. I did not know how to behave. One half resisted such humiliation, the other demanded to do just that with me. When my pants were pulled off and hung on one boot, I was turned on my back. So I lay and watched as these two young hot Caucasians eagerly throw off their clothes. Feeling that naked from below, that they are staring at my open hairy black pubis with hungry eyes, wet pants are dangling like vyvalivnye boobs sticking out and at the same time on the carpet on obedient fours scaredly moaning, I huddled with trembling unprecedented excitement.

I felt like a real married slut, who is ready and wet waiting for two of you right in front of my husband. Which even to undress all is not necessary, but you should only open holes for it for the immediate and everything. It made me drunk. I swam with excitement and fear of being taken now by these two inflamed oriental stallions with huge identical thick and long members that are all hairy like monkeys.

“No, I don't want to anymore ... Anya, don't do it, don't let it,” my husband said quietly to me.

I saw in him one more time a nothingness with a dangling tiny huishkom with lowered pants and family, which does not protect his wife from rapists, but asks her to cope with them!

- Fuck, he will ruin everything. Close your mouth! - Ashot pulled off my pants and unceremoniously forcibly stuck them into my husband's mouth. - So bitch be! If you pull out, I answer!

- Dummy, where is your petroleum jelly? - Vazha asked me.

- What? - I was surprised. I was all incredibly wet from the bottom, I didn’t need any lubricant, he himself saw this well as my discharge flowed onto the sheet.

- In the ass now you and my brother will drive through this! - He snapped and began to scour the bedside table. There he found a tube of cream.

I was scared in earnest. Even my excitement had gone somewhere, especially when these two mockers with such monstrous fuckers turned me over again without any questions on my stomach and started my own business. They held me tight and parted my quivering buttocks. Then they squeezed the cold cream between them and in turn pushed my fingers into the virgin hole. I was unpleasant and ashamed of myself that I’m really turning into not a cheater, but a whore who has a broken backside that does not have its own dignity.

- No, I don’t want to, I’d better take turns with each one normally ...

“Shut up, then please again,” one of the two brothers interrupted me, lubricating me inside with two fingers at the back.

I asked, frightened:

- Let me suck you ...?