how both big dicks shrink in me. They played enough with me and unceremoniously pulled me out with a squish sound and threw it aside. I had to lie around on the edge of the bed, shamefully pour out baba juice from the hairy slits and watch laughing loudly breathing satisfied rapists over my married and female honor. I was used as a bedding for their fun, I forcibly made them supreme chic - to have a luxurious married woman in the ass with two cocks. I had time. I took advantage of it, watching my kneeling husband with tear-stained and sweaty face. He had a wet hand and a few drops on the carpet from his own sperm. He jerked off on his wife, who at one step was painted by two at once! Nothingness.

“Uh, it flows,” Vazha ran into my vagina and showed it to my brother, pushing my labia together.

- Come on, move it in all the cracks - said Ashot. They did not ask me, apparently whores, not only do not kiss on the lips, but do not consult about their desires.

I was limp in some kind of drunken pre-ecstatic condition, abruptly turned over on my stomach to the corner of the bed. My ass lifted and vagina entered firmly standing member Vazha. He was still in sperm and cream and slid horribly wet in me that sloshed as loud as rain through puddles. His brother took me by the hair and put his trunk to his lips, prying him to stand. The nose sensed the persistent smell of semen and my butt in the cream. It smelled very strongly, but they did not ask me, and forcibly pierced my powerful riser through my lips.

- Swallow whole, do you disdain slut shabby?

I obeyed Ashot and wanted to try to make something new in my life, but I couldn’t swallow such a sausage, which made him threaten to open his mouth wide, while he shoved his dick into his throat. I coughed, gasped, choked and almost vomited, but he brazenly inserted into my throat and cheek, controlling his hands, as if it were an inanimate hollow. My face and chin stained with current saliva, Ashot spat at me from above and it all fell on the cheeks in the open mouth and on his wildly hammered trunk stinking of my asshole. Behind Vazha and I quickly finished in my soaked mohnatka. I groaned and poured, as if I had been pissing, exhausted in my convulsions. I wanted to lie down, but they did with me what they wanted in two holes. How they laughed - they stared another man's wife in her mouth and in the ass! They did not appreciate my womanly beauty, but brazenly had in all the holes and mockingly made fun of their brutal lust to spoil such pretty married women. I substituted them myself, my beauty and all the holes, feeling like a stinky whore, who is the most womanish place in such a humiliating position of bedding for unfamiliar men, the main thing is that they have large standing members that they would insert into all shameful holes and even in the former pure virgin orderly mouth that I eat and kiss the little daughter.

One finished me down, making a sticky plug there and calling me an old stinking blyuda, and Ashot pushed me further, but only by the cheek and then he also began to finish. He squeezed hard thick clots and filled his whole mouth. He ordered to swallow, but I already unwittingly drank his dick, otherwise I would choke, and everything would flow down my throat ...

Poorly remembering where I am and who I am, I was released in a strong weakness, all used and smelly sweat, male sperm, my own punched ass and spitting. Ashot and Vazhya laughed. I could barely lift my head from the wet sheets and saw my husband holding his back on the rug with his legs up. He did not resist, but only moaned and breathed, as after climbing to the eighth floor without an elevator. One held him, the other drove his dick up tight, pinching him tightly in his powerful fist. The second he pressed on the eggs, as if he wanted them to burst. Sharply my husband poured on his stomach, he was released to lie on his side. Vazha laughed:

- They set you up like a woman upside down, I answer!

“Come on, we have played enough with them as we wanted,” answered Ashot.

They picked up their clothes, dressed them, wiped their hugs on my husband's suit, pulled off the closet from the closet hanger, and laughed at our spoiled family. Then, as if they remembered something important and got their cell phones. With a lecherous laughter, they photographed me from all sides, often pushing my halves of stuck together buttocks and taking pictures of my big hole. And the smeared face is not forgotten. Husband left without attention.

They went out. I saw a husband with his cowards stuck in his mouth, who staggered, went to close the door on the lock. He came back and looked at me. I knew how I looked on our soaked marital bed, with battered clothes, glittering vyvalannyh tits, spiked pussy and punched ass, with sprawled makeup and spattered with loose tangled hair. I knew that now my photos in this form will go everywhere.

- What? - I asked.

My husband came back. I knew that he was looking into my dirty hole from behind, he even began to touch it and gently move his face there. Ugh, I was even more disgusted with such a husband, but I was very tired and just lay down comfortably and started to fall asleep, feeling his tongue lick.

Since that moment, not even a week has passed, when I quit my job and found it on my cell phone. Vazha called me and said cheekily that, in short, tomorrow, his company of countrymen of five needed a real slut who would give two assholes in the ass, and that they would show themselves in the evening. I called my husband into the kitchen and told everything word for word. He shivered and blushed. I did not know to be angry or what? After that incident we didn’t talk about what happened, but lived like robots. My husband went to work at the university, and I sat at home and healed hickey and bruises on the body from rough group sex. He went into the hall. Our daughter was sitting there and doing homework with the TV on.

- Daughter, tomorrow I will take you to my grandmother with an overnight stay. You will stay with her, otherwise we will have many guests with her mother's former work.

Then I realized that my husband wants to be humiliated again and he blushed at the idea that he would again see his wife’s wet shorts in his mouth, how it is used by other men in all the cracks in an imaginary way!

I know that this story will be read by other husbands who represented their wives in my place and their wives whom they lay down and persuade to commit such treason. I want to say that not everything goes according to what was intended, and if you once give up the slack and allow you to become a slut in a circle, you can never become a respected married woman again. All neighbors will know and the whole area. From this not to leave. You have to either move or come to terms with such a life. But I do not mind. I'm tired of not being a fucking mature woman, I found my place in the group of other men and my husband, who is standing next to me, serving Vaseline for the ass of my legitimate moaning wife, whose opinion doesn’t interest anyone and they just turn it like they want in all postures vagrants men Which ends and pours onto the bed entire pools of smelly discharges, like the very last happy slut with a wedding ring. That really made my husband and I closer. He never fucks me, but he regularly jerks me three or four times while he bends over his eyes and then licks when everyone leaves, and he also helps me to leave the next morning. I only contemplate him for it, but I will never part with him, for me it’s so convenient for him.

Anna Yurievna - a happy married woman