I did not know what a stormy life my wife had been before marriage, for quite a long time. It cannot be said that she did not tell anything about herself. She said that even at a school located in a small working village, she liked to listen to the birds singing in the evenings, climbing into dark secluded places. While she was enjoying the nightingale trills, the boy (usually accompanied by someone from a parallel class), who accompanied her, carefully kissed her on the lips and climbed into her bra. Lyudmila did not see anything reprehensible in this. But, if the guys tried to crawl under her skirt, be sure to remove their sweaty palms from there.

Under the skirts in those years, the girls wore panties and stockings with belts, which even today can be bought in any sex salon. And the representatives of the stronger sex were unusually excited if they noticed a piece of delicate maiden skin between the hem and the edge of the stocking. And, no matter how diligently the girls hid the intimate details of their outfits from indiscreet looks, they didn’t always succeed in this: mini-skirts began to come into fashion. Rescued trousers, but their wearing was not welcomed.

The teacher of political economy at the institute, where Lyudmila studied, didn’t like them either. Therefore, on the exam, the girls without fail wore loose knee-length skirts and produced coffee that was scarce in those years. The guys brought for the examiner even more rare - porn magazines. Looking at overseas beauties in negligee and sipping hot coffee, the teacher stroked the student answering the ticket on the knee. It was impossible to remove the hand - he immediately banished the willful girl from the audience. Retake him only at home. About what happened during this surrender, none of the girls did not apply. But even in the audience, the examiner, hidden from prying eyes by the department, sometimes got under the girl's skirt and gently stroked the leg between the stockings and the panties. About. if she herself got into such a situation, Lyudmila did not say. Did not tell about the first man. It was possible to learn the truth after two very entertaining dresses appeared in the wardrobe of my wife.

Both their bra and panties were clearly visible under their thin translucent fabric. But that summer, so many girls went. The peculiarity of the dresses was different. Both consisted of two parts - a jacket and a skirt. The skirt was sewn from a large piece of fabric that was worn around the hips, but not sewn. The end that when dressing was on top, just was wider than the bottom and hid from prying eyes legs. When walking, the legs opened to the middle of the thigh, just below the elastic bands, on which the stockings held. To sit down so as not to light the panties, it was necessary very carefully. By the same principle the blouse was also cut out. Therefore, it was also impossible to bend down in such a suit. To avoid possible problems, the wife simply connected the diverging parts of the skirt at a level just above the knees. It was also done with a blouse. But only on one dress, in which Lyudmila went to work a couple of times. She didn’t have time to do the same with the second dress by the time I and two friends decided to drink on Friday after work.

The meetings continued until the buffet was closed at the cafe: at that time the pubs stopped working together at 23 o'clock. The barmaids strove to escape even earlier. And I wanted to drink more. It is clear that once the friends at home had wives and children, and one even had a mother-in-law, we could not go to them. And my son left for the summer to the mother-in-law to the village. We bought vodka from a taxi driver and drove to me.

The elevator did not work: it was turned off at 11 pm and there was no light in the house. We went up to the fifth floor and entered a dark apartment. I spent my friends in the kitchen, found a candle and went to look for a wife: I had to have something to eat, and in the conditions of total deficit it was a big problem.

Lyudmila came out of the shower just at that moment when the light went out in the house, without dressing, lay down on the bed in the back room and fell asleep. When she was half asleep trying to understand what I wanted from her, I, shining a lighter at myself, looked into the closet.The dress, which the wife did not have time to hem, immediately caught my eye. I took it off the hanger and handed it to her.

“Bring a bra and panties from the bedroom,” Lyudmila asked.

“Come on,” I replied. “It's still dark and nothing is visible.” In addition, you should not shine your laundry in front of strangers - a candle is burning in the kitchen, and they will see me when I leave the kitchen.

Unsuspecting wife agreed. And I advised to wear a belt with stockings: it is still inconvenient to walk with bare legs with strangers. There was no logic in my words: stockings also had to carry their bedrooms. But Lyudmila, who did not wake up to the end, did not understand this, as well as the fact that I had not yet given her a ready-made dress. And yet - heels on heels. In a word, she, unwittingly, came in an unusual dress. As soon as the wife came into the world, a belt with stockings with a dark bush of hair under it and a large chest with bulging nipples began to appear through a thin fabric. My friends were stunned, and Lyudmila began to warm the potatoes fried for me and to think what else to cook. I got a standard snack for the time - pickles and tomatoes, sauerkraut and some compote. All, of course, from the three-liter cans. Which spins mother-in-law.

Finally, we sat down at the table: Lyudmila on the kitchen stool, we - on the teenage sofa standing against the wall. Yurka, who was sitting next to me, shivered with excitement. And it was from this: right opposite him sat my wife with an almost naked breast. When Lyudmila bent over the plate and began to bite, I touched his arm and pushed the fork under the table. What appeared before the eyes of Yuri, worthy of a special description. Although it was darker under the table than above it, I lighted it with a lighter, and my eyes were already accustomed to the gloom. And he could easily see the thin fabric parted on the sides, which was supposed to open the panties, but they were not on Lyudmila. Under a white band with elastic bands on which the stockings were fastened, dark hair curled in which a narrow strip of the genital slit hid.

Lyudmila raised her head and saw how we looked under the table: “What happened, boys?” We immediately assumed a normal position and explained the situation. Wife, without getting up from the stool, turned and pulled out a new plug.

We drank some more, and I winked at Volodya who had already understood everything. He dropped his fork here. And then a blinding light flashed. Our eyes went to the big nipples of his wife. She noticed them, looked at her chest and instantly turned red. My wife jumped up and realized that she was almost completely naked in the company of two almost unknown men. Lyudmila gasped and covered the breasts with a purely female movement.

I was confused. On the one hand, it was somehow uncomfortable due to the fact that the guys shamelessly examine the charms of my wife. On the other hand, it was nice that she caused them to have a sexual desire: in the groin area, both had noticeable bumps on the pants.

And I suddenly stood up for myself and spread my hands Ludmila to the sides: “Stop it. Everyone has already seen everything. You have nothing to be ashamed of. On the contrary, one should be proud! ”I hugged her and pressed his lips to his wife’s lips. At first she resisted, and then began to respond to a kiss. And it seems that the situation has begun to excite her.

- And if we do not dance? - I asked in a settled voice. Lyudmila nodded shyly, and I turned on the music. The first slow dance she danced with Yura. At first he timidly pulled her to him. She did not resist. Guest hands crawled from the shoulders of his wife down. Ran on the back and froze on the ass. She did not resist. He glanced at me and began to knead her buttocks. And then he firmly hugged his shoulders and began to kiss. After a moment, he turned her slightly and took hold of her chest. Separated fabric did not interfere. He ran his finger across the area and gently squeezed the papilla. Finally the kiss is over. Jealousy rolled over me in waves. But I did not get up from my seat.

Volodya got up and stretched his lips to my wife's face. Lyudmila responded to his kiss! And they, embracing, began to dance. Then I danced with her, Yura, again Volodya. When fast music began to play, his wife's chest was knocked out of her blouse. And Lyudmila, without hesitation, just tore off her blouse.The guys jumped up to her and just as easily removed her skirt. And I clung to my wife's nipple.

After a moment, Lyudmila lay across the couch, and we kissed her breasts and lips, caressed her nipples and clit. The wife began to bend, tremble with her whole body, moan, her crotch instantly got wet - the excitement reached its apogee.

“To the bedroom,” she did not even moan, but Lyudmila growled.

Yurka carried her in his room, almost completely naked, in his arms. When my wife's head fell on the pillow, I whispered in her ear: "Who is the first Luda?"

“Everything,” she replied. And then she recovered: “Yura!” We put her on cancer, Yuri attached himself to her from behind, and I, kneeling on the bed, began to insert into her mouth. Volodina's hand beat her wife's ass, stroked her breasts, caressed her tender nipples. Finally, Yuri twitched and finished on her ass. A little later, I began to pour into her gentle mouth and left it. Volodya could not stand it, and, seizing her hair, he began, like the last whore, to tear my wife in the mouth. I wiped the sperm from her buttocks, fell in behind. And Yuri lay down under her and began to kiss and crush her breasts.

- And in the ass you can finish? - Volodya asked me.

“Do what you want with this whore,” I replied.

- Then let three of us in all the cracks! - having rested a little, suggested Volodya.

Volodya entered her ass again, Yuri began to hollow the slot of my wife, I began to fuck her violently in the mouth. We were tearing her for a long time, ending up on her body, dropping into her mouth. From the corner of his mouth flowed sperm.

As we became saturated with her body, the appeal to her became rougher.

- Swallow, bitch! - Yuri ordered and kicked her in the ass. - Rinse and rinse your mouth.

We tugged at her pussy lips, bit and pinched her nipples, jerked her limbs and ended up on her face. They forced us to lick not only the members, but also the anuses. Then they collected sperm in a mug and, filling it to the brim with vodka, forced her to drink. Drunk Lyudmila cried and asked to let her go. We left her alone only in the morning, when, with the question of where her husband had gone, my wife called Yurkina. We lied to something, and the guys started to get home, and finally, once again, they tore off Lyudmila. And Yurka for some reason photographed what is happening.

My wife did not talk to me for several days. She stopped being offended only when we equally brazenly and cynically tore off the wives of Jura and Volodya. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Then she told me about her stormy youth. And it turned out that the night when the three of us roughly and cynically used her was not the most unpleasant in her life. But about this, as well as about the rape of the wives of Yura and Volodya, I will tell you another time.

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