I always did not stop, perhaps selfishly, but, nevertheless, rejoice at the fact that after only two weeks of her work in the accounting department of one of the many private trade and intermediary enterprises of our peripheral town, my wife was offered a position , albeit at the beginning and part-time, his personal secretary. In my heart I was glad for my wife, who was simply eaten up in the accounting department by envious accountants, who so much loves to gossip, which she was tired of and was about to leave a small team who had become disgusted with such a short time.

My wife was in such a hurry to inform me about the proposal of the boss, that when she dialed the phone (mmm ... while writing in the office toilet) she said: "I’m in a hurry and tell you, dear ...!" And I was glad this since it was too painful to work in a purely female environment.

Wow, and from work my sweetheart came with a short haircut and with revolutionary packaging for herself, in terms of color, hair dye. I whistled dreamily: “Honey, now you will be a bright brunette with black silky hair!”. Well, finally something stirred her up, I was glad, and she just beamed. That night she gave me a special blowjob.

In the light of the night light, with her new hairdo, in the new color of her hair, he was just gorgeous, and she tried sweeter like never before: clutching my hand, I confess, only closer than the average size of the trunk, at the base, she diligently polished it with her plump lips, pulling the tip of the head with a cheeky tongue. And, albeit, as always, she did not swallow my sperm, but only lowered her through the corner of her mouth, even if she didn’t know how to take a member deep in herself, but today it looked truly amazing.

Sperm streams from her mouth got on her milkings, so slightly loved by me, boobs, then they fell on her thighs. She continued to sit blissfully on her knees, holding her feet under her, thinking, of course, about her own - about the upcoming new job. In my head, after the noise of an orgasm, it immediately flashed: “how little she, dear, needs to be happy!”.

Having risen, my wife approached me, playfully tilted her head to the side and pointing her finger at her mouth made it clear that for such a blowjob I should thank her with a kiss. He came out extraordinarily, to match our agitated state, passionate and pleasant, as always, but then something special.

Trite, as always, she lay back, legs apart, allowed me to make her kuni. I tried, especially without straining my tongue, rather with a relaxed, copiously oiled saliva, gently caress her bosom, while sucking the clitter. How pleasant is his sweet-salty taste ... She finished or pretended that she had finished, we fell asleep ...

Now, remembering all this, I realized that after that night, everything in our life changed, I realized that this could no longer continue, it was for the best ...

I am 35, she is 30 years old (not thin, in body, with appetizing forms), and for all the decade in marriage she longed to finally see in me a reliable, penetrating husband, able to “lift up” her family, teach her, virginal, charms bed comfort. For 10 years, however, I admit, she realized that I was mildly characteristic, alas - not at all penetrative. Everything was on credit, even her correspondence course. This I eventually realized and realized that when she came to work in this state of emergency, she was in her boss, a 40-year-old man, in bloom, saw HIS - her dream, such a bright contrast with the current husband, but rather, I admit, a rag. All my comparisons with him are not in mine, of course, in favor.

Already in the first days of work, she found out from a colleague for a cigarette in the toilet that he was successful and selective that a girlfriend, like many of the female part of the company's team, was ready to lie under him, but, alas, not to his taste ... He made the decisions right away right, somehow, he did not panic. Respectable, calm, even with a tummy, but attractive, which was immediately caught - the male ...

And she liked, and here and the invitation to be his secretary ...My sweetheart has changed, and although I was stupidly jealous of her for him, I could not admit that the changes in her for the better clearly occurred. Gathering to work is a whole ceremony at the mirror, an additional reason for her to enjoy me - let others envy my beauty - nipple. Her wardrobe has already been updated, moreover, up to underwear, perfume appeared more expensive, more qualitative cosmetics, what can I say - underwear began to say that my lady was elevated in caste.

Sex with me, moreover, remained: in the mode of 1 time per week, in the form: her blowjob (alas, not at all the same as described above), my licking her flicks (see also not that).

Later I realized that for about a month the chef did not show attention to her, as the wife said: strict, coffee, arrival - approach ("training"). Interestingly, the wife only got a start from this. And then it happened ...

In honor of the 10th anniversary of the company, her boss organized a restaurant on the outskirts of the city. Were invited and members of the team with the spouses. It was then that I got to know him better.

That evening, the wife was the queen of the action, I, like all men, had her appearance, clothes, forms, I think that she’s 100% strut ... But in another way: shoes with heels, white lace dress through which was especially attentive, white thongs were visible, and it was simply impossible to take your eyes away from the chic breasts, even if they were hanging like a woman who had given birth, but in a bra. In addition, simply chic defiantly made up sponges, ... everything gave in her, yes, yes ... whore ...

Personally, I understood that her entire marafet was solely for the whim of the chef. I think that the same opinion was the female team of the firm. I just pretended to be a fool, and in my heart I was happy for her.

Our “Soviet” champagne mixed with the French cognacs did their work skillfully, the chef, not hesitating, sitting close to himself, pawing my tipsy spouse right in front of everyone. Now and then his palms squeezed her elastic buttocks.

It seems that only I was the only obstacle for subsequent debauchery.

The chief, trying to retire with my blessed wife, as if by chance, asked me to go out for a smoke. Whether the summer air was so intoxicating, or something else, but the conversation turned out to be the following ...

He, right (thank you for this), said that after SHE (my wife) appeared in his company, he desired it (wanted it all). I silently, coping with emotions, listened to his monologue.

I think that it would not be very interesting to accept everything that I then had to listen to the reader, but it all came down to the following, if I really love her and don’t want to lose her, I should go home myself and in the apartment wait for her

I did not say to him: “Yes,” but looking into the hall, meeting my wife’s eyes, I understood: “She knows !!!”. And the wife, coming up to me, kissed me on the lips, whispered: “I must, and come back, I will not leave you!”.

I didn't have to sleep that night either. Around 7 am I heard the sound of a door lock. Although I did not close the door, the wife herself did not want to enter without my invitation. Everything could be forgiven for her, since her face had an alluring smile of a contented wife in every respect.

She said: “Forgive me!” And kissed me passionately, with her intoxicating passionate kiss. Having passed into the bedroom, it fell backwards and continued: “Today he fucked me like a fuck! And I wanted it! I will not give you a divorce, because I love only you! ”

I was completely confused, but only for a second, the next moment I pulled up the hem of her dress, under which the string was not even in sight, clinging to her hot, wet bosom all the while enjoyed his juices. I did not manage to bring her to the desired ecstasy, because, I think, she received everything before me. Then I did not manage to fall asleep.

In the rays of the morning sun, my sleeping wife, with smeared fudge on her lips, legs spread out, looked such a seductive slut that I could not take her to her ecstatic gaze ...