While I was finishing, Grisha was patiently silent. And as soon as I "shot out" and took a breath, he kindly continued his story:

- ... in general, we came to our senses, nicely smiled at each other, and pretended that nothing special had been said. But the next time I started a conversation on this topic, as soon as I “put it on my shoulders”. And again, a wild fuck, broken headboard, moans, screams. As in the movie, in short ... Right now, men, wait here and do not be bored. Then say out. I drive for the second lady (he parked near the sauna, got out and disappeared in the dark).

Alina, meanwhile, put in order a make-up and a hairdress. She decided not to break the thread of the story of her husband and continued in his stead:

- Since then, we began to fantasize regularly on the topic of “Sexwife” What are just the plots and combinations are not played up. MM + F, MMM + F, MMMM + F. Men became more and more, thoughts became more and more licentious. We gradually selected an experiment inviting another man to our bedroom. Even a potential candidate for dating sites began to look. With a dozen guys corresponded, and opted for one boy from Dneprodzerzhinsk (city 50 km from Dnepropetrovsk).

On the appointed day, my daughter was taken to my parents, and they began to prepare for meeting the guest. I spent the whole day in dreams. Primping and dressing up. And he took it, and did not come. Stupidly froze and even turned off the phone. Scared, I guess. How could I have been rotten that evening, you have no idea. I felt so humiliated and trampled down, as if my husband had left me. Fortunately, that husband, just the same, was there and did everything so that I quickly survived this unpleasant moment. In general, we decided that it was a sign of fate, and that we did not need any experiments. For several months they avoided talking on such topics. Up to my birthday, they avoided ... Grisha was delayed (she took out her mobile phone, dialed the number). Hello, Grisha! Where're you gone? Extend ...? For an hour... ? I don’t know, now I’ll ask ... Guys, are you in a hurry (for some reason she turned to me)? Dianka extended for another hour, wait? Grisha will make a discount.

I nodded in response, and Alina chirped into the phone:

- Grisha, they will wait ... Are you coming back or not ...? And what... ? It is clear ... And who is on duty today, Dimchik ...? Hi tell him from me tell me. Tell them to cook a birch whisk for tomorrow, Dianka and I will get a steam bath ... In general, we are waiting for you, grab tea too, how you will go ... Don't worry, I will find what to do with them each of us, then hangs up).

- ... soooo ... what am I ...? BUT!! Birthday! Twenty years! From the morning Grisha piled me with flowers and gifts. All day kept the festive mood in good condition. And in the evening he announced that the gala dinner would take place in the sauna. Then he could not resist, and chimed about the most important gift. He admitted that besides himself, two more guys would “congratulate” me. And this time everything goes smoothly. Boys reliable, just come. And, according to his idea, only they will fuck me, and Grisha will watch while drinking Calvados. I still have a holiday.

I was happy. Not because in the evening I would be taken as a bitch for mating with males, but because the beloved man turned out to be ready for me for such a bold idea. But as it turned out, these were not all surprises of that evening. We arrived in the sauna, in this one, by the way (she pointed with a well-groomed finger somewhere in the darkness behind the window). Grisha blindfolded me, asked for some patience, and hold his hand. I ran like a guide inside, put it on my knees, and immediately stumbled my lips on a completely unknown member. Still soft and malleable. Such a stranger, but so desirable (dreamy).This was the second member after Grishino in my life. I attacked him as if they could take it away from me, without giving it a chance to try it out. But no one took it away. On the contrary, after a couple of minutes I had another “end” in my mouth. And on the cheek rested third! I thought that Grisha apparently could not resist and joined the “guests”, but then I realized that I was mistaken.

All because from somewhere on the side they put a fourth prjandal on my head! And on the other hand - the fifth! I was confused, realizing that the guys are clearly not two. It was here that my eyes were untied. It was then that I ohrenel the number of naked men around. Guys, there really were not two. As it turned out later, there were exactly ten times more! Twenty! Twenty people! Twenty trunks in honor of the twentieth! My eyes scattered from such abundance. What only members were not there! For every taste, as they say. Big, small, straight, curves ... What you want, in short ... Oh, Grisha is coming with tea!

From the darkness, indeed, our new acquaintance emerged, with a small thermos and plastic cups in hand. Took his place behind the wheel, and turned to us, pouring tea, and passing it back:

- Excuse me, men. A regular customer of two army friends is “treated” by our Dianka. Hazard, hold on to the “simple” (he handed a twenty-dollar bill to the Dagestanian).

- No, no, Grish, don't. You gave me a good price anyway, you didn't get bitter. So do not need any "simple". We will wait. Especially since your wife generally tells us invaluable things here.

- And about what he tells? (indirectly addressed the spouse).

- About twenty "gifts" for his birthday, - Alina answered with a smile.

- Wow! So you've already told almost everything?

- Not all. So, outlined in general. I did not say that you didn’t see all that ugliness.

- Aah ... It was the case, it was (Grisha smiled, dipping into the memories). I brought Alinka to the "guests" and set them on my knees. Then he quietly stepped through the door, and began to listen to the sounds. I stood for about fifteen minutes until I heard that they had begun to fuck her and "launched her in a circle." He barely resisted, so as not to rush inside, and not podadavat all the neck. On the wadded legs, he straightened out on the street, and lit it. It seems to have calmed down, and even home, as originally planned, forced himself to go.

But, the farther from the sauna I was driving away, the faster the new outburst of rage was brewing. I tried to distract myself and pull myself together, but it didn’t work. I wanted to shoot myself from an attack of wild jealousy. I could not drive, my hands were shaking like during a fever. I had to park in the parking lot, and go home by taxi. But at home it got worse. Everything around was reminiscent of his wife, generating in her head images of what she is most likely doing now. Several times I tried to dial the number of one of the guys whom I assigned to the elders. I wanted to be told to turn off, and to go home. But he scored instead a banschitsu Vika, whom he had already known for many years, and only came to her shift in his shift.

Vika is her man, I trust her as much as myself. Got such a life beaten woman. I've seen enough of such depravity for life that my idea, when I turned to her with such a delicate plan, did not surprise her at all. Moreover, she picked up men for the upcoming orgy for me from her entourage. She said that the guys are all adequate, family, because the "sores" and other nasty things at the "ends" are not exactly worn. Otherwise, the wives would have been torn off their heads a long time ago. So for the safety of his wife in the walls of his "institution" head vouch for. To heighten the emotional balance allowed to call, when to please and clarify the situation. Here I am, the situation, and clarified, an hour after parting with Alina. Vika said that everything is in full openwork. The guys periodically to her to fast for beer, with satisfied mugs, run out, pay for it and run back bursting.

It was here that I let it out of my heart. I calmed down, philosophically looked at the situation. I realized that everything has already happened, there is no way back, and it remains only to expect the return of the faithful. By the way, I had to wait a long time.Almost to four in the morning. By this time I already pretty “got drunk” cognac, calmed down, and fell asleep ... Read more →