- Sweet! Today, Oleg Vladimirovich for the ass tweaked!

If my wife had told me that a month ago, I would not hesitate to fill my boss’s face and make her resign. My wife has been complaining for a month now that he doesn’t give her a pass, letting out greasy jokes about her, but she let her hands go the first time. I learned a scum that the company where I worked was cut and I was on free bread, and even with my little daughter. Damn credit for furniture, leaving us money from her salary only for food. Well what could I say to my wife? She herself understood everything perfectly.

- And he said that I was the first to take off on a reduction. What should I do?

I pulled her close to me, kissing those small, plump lips and stroking my long hair that I adored so much in her.

- My friend ran to attach me. The driver. Soon everything will get better and you will leave from there to hell.

I was lying. Nobody called me anywhere. Yes, and I have not got any real friends. There were proposals for travel. But where will I throw her one for two or three months with a small child?

- Dad! The teacher said that you need to pass on 500r for the holiday. Mama! And you have tights torn!

I broke the kiss ran daughter. His wife was upset when she saw a huge arrow behind her on tights. A month ago, they introduced a dress code, and these were the last tights. Anya, that is my wife's name, opened the wallet with a sigh. After a careful calculation, it was only 563 rubles.

- Here you are! We have enough for bread, pasta with cereal is still there.

And she handed her daughter 500r. Attempts to find more, less entire tights were not crowned with success.

- Ok, have to go in stockings!

With a sigh, Anya said, taking stockings out of the stash, in which she sometimes pleased me, putting on before sex, knowing how I adore it. In the evening, after putting my daughter to bed, I went into the bedroom and found my wife lying on the bed in some stockings and playing with fingers and pussy.

- Honey, I'm tired of waiting for you! What so long? I am ready!

Anya licked her finger, who had visited her, smiling predatoryly. And only I took off the panties and lay down on the bed, as she sat on my chest ass to me and, bending down, took the dick in my mouth. I do not know why men complain, but my wife just loved oral sex. Her hand stroked my testicles, and the tongue head. Although my dick was not of small size, but Anya occasionally swallowed him, so she kissed my lips with her lips.

I never stayed in debt, and my tongue licked her pussy and penetrated inside to its full length. I sucked her pea on my lips, squeezing it a little. Anya purred and pressed her ass down, making it clear that I would do it. It was her most sensitive place. When I licked her little ring, trying to get a tongue in him, she even stopped doing blowjob. It happened that I so brought her to orgasm. We have made more than one attempt to have anal sex, but because of the pain we left them.

- Well, enough, enough! And then I'll finish it! And I will sleep! And you still do not lie fucked!

Anya began to move away, and I saw a huge bruise left by her boss. I was gripped by anger, which quickly passed away as soon as my wife's back to me saddled me. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) It was her horse! I had nothing left but to surrender to the senses. Squeezing the walls of the vagina, she herself decided when to fully absorb it in itself, and when to let in only the head, immediately releasing it. Usually I could not bear such torment for a long time, and even now less than two minutes passed, as I felt my sperm rush upwards. My wife continued to move like a pump, pulling her out of me.

She did not finish, but she knew that I would not leave it. I don't remember when it happened the first time, but I almost always did it. Anya lay on her back and threw her legs in stockings on my back. I started kissing her pussy, licking a cocktail of sperm and her juices, flowing from her.This delighted her and it happened that, ending, as now, she pressed her legs into me so that I gasped.

- I love you! You simply charm!

Kissing me, she licked the rest of the cocktail off her face. Turning over on its side and leaning against me, Anya laid my hand on her chest. She liked when I easily squeezed her hand and played with the nipple. In the morning.

- Well, everything is cute, I went! Take the child to the garden, I seem to be late today after work. So I do not know when I come, cook dinner.

The wife arrived already at ten o'clock in the evening, obviously tipsy.

- Sorry, today I had a little drink. It turns out today is Oleg Vladimirovich's birthday. I could not refuse. Look, even an advance on this occasion was given!

Anya got out and showed me the money.

- Kiss Me? I wash and sleep. I'm tired.

Putting my daughter to bed, I was shaving, I saw a stocking lying around next to the laundry basket. Picking up, I wanted to put it in the basket, but my attention was caught by a stain on the elastic band. It was the stain of sperm starting to dry. Trying not to wake, I threw the blanket from my wife. Even in the light of the night light, it was clear that she had recently had sex. And it dawned on me that that strange taste was on her lips when I kissed them.

Understanding that it is now useless to wake up and arrange an interrogation, I lay down beside me. I spent the whole night thinking about it.

- What now?