Half a day had already passed, but I still could not decide how to start a conversation. It seemed to me that if I start in the forehead from this nothing good will turn out. She will start to unlock, we will quarrel, and I will have to move out. The apartment was her parents. And I needed an explanation. Wife, fussing around the house, cooked dinner, collected things in the laundry. I was in the bedroom when she picked up the stockings taken at night after sex.

- Do you have new stockings?

A good way to start a conversation.

- Yes. Cool! True? I bought a couple of them in advance. Another belt for them to not fall. I thought it was hot in pantyhose now, but that’s what it is! We have at work almost all the summer in stockings go. Here, look what else I bought! Do you want to wear? Choose which ones?

She completely confused me, leading the conversation away.

“You take the laundry to the bathroom for now, I'll change.”

It can be seen, I looked bad then in the closets that she bought. Red fishnet stockings with a belt and my shirt, strongly reminded of the girl at the dacha, whom Anya made kuni. Here are just a wife also wearing a red bra and panties. She came to me.

- You like red color? I see that you love! I tried for you.

Anya, holding out her hand, squeezed my already standing member through his pants. I hugged her and started pushing to the bed, intending to have sex.

- Oh, you, what is my stallion! Immediately in bed! Wait until the evening, then persist. I want an unforgettable sex, quality, but not fast sex. Let's go to lunch. Borsch is ready. Then you will go after the daughter while I wash?

- And I went to work with you yesterday, you were not there!

Gathering his strength, I spoke, trying to get an explanation.

- Yes, this is the chief cheated us. Gathered as a job, and he brought to his dacha. He says that one day anniversary is not celebrated! Barely then they got home, they traveled by car.

To say that I saw everything, what they did there, I did not have the courage. I didn’t do anything and in her eyes I’ll be a complete rag.

Taking the daughter, we came home. Somebody's shoes were in the corridor, and a laugh came from the room, which stopped immediately when the front door slammed shut.

- And here our bunnies are back!

Anya kissed her daughter, and then me.

- Meet this Masha! We work together with her.

Behind his wife was the same girl in red, from the country.

- You will not mind? Masha invited me to the theater, the ticket disappears! Her husband could not go. And I haven't been to the theater for a hundred years! Good daughter? I'll bring you a big chocolate bar from there.

My opinion didn't seem to interest her. The question was resolved for me.

Reading the book of my daughter, I vaguely heard the conversation from the bedroom, where Anya was changing clothes.

- So today you are in red? Then we'll pick me up, I'll be in white.

- Well, all the bunnies, we went!

The wife entered the nursery in a red fitting dress. This, however, was the only dress for this occasion. Kissing her daughter, and then me, she whispered in my ear.

“I’ll probably stay a little longer.” But you wait for me. I'm still wearing that lingerie. I want you! We are waiting for an unforgettable night!

The night and the truth was unforgettable. The doorbell rang half past two at night. While I put on my pants and opened the door, it took about two minutes.

Anya was lying on the landing by the door. There was no dress on it, however, as well as cowards with a bra. There was only one shoe on the feet. From her on a mile off the fumes. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Dragging her home and putting it in the bathroom, I pulled off her torn and soiled stockings in the ground and sperm. Turning on the shower, I began to wash her body from traces of sperm, literally everywhere. It was especially difficult to do with hair.

Her ass gaped with a hole that didn't close, but a cigarette butt was sticking out of her pussy. Anya mumbled something incomprehensible while I washed her and carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

She was still asleep, when she walked her daughter into the garden, I collected my things and left. For a whole week I did not call her, however, as she told me.Unable to bear it, I called and asked to meet with my daughter. To which she immediately agreed. Having walked with my daughter, I brought her home.

- Maybe we should talk? Let's go to the kitchen.

I waited for explanations, apologies, anything, but not that.

- So, that's how you love me! His wife was raped, and he ran away from home! I almost got killed. Look what you have done!

And unbuttoning a robe, under which nothing was worn, showed me the traces of burns from cigarettes on the breasts and thighs.

- If you still love me, come back, I'm waiting. By the way, yesterday I met one of the rapists on the street, he recognized me. Go and remember that I still love you!

In the evening I knocked at her apartment with my things. My daughter was already asleep and my wife opened the door for me. Of her clothes were only stockings.