A year has passed since our first meeting with Marat, even a little more. During this time there were several meetings, the first two of which were described by me. Meetings were not frequent, and that they took place, it was required to fulfill at least two basic conditions. The first is Oli's desire, and the second is the absence of children. I will not describe all the meetings due to the fact that nothing new happened to them. No, perhaps, the new was still on them - everything, and I, and Olga and Marat, knew perfectly well how it all would end! Light dinner, be sure, with alcohol and BED!

That evening one condition was fulfilled by me, I took the girls to their parents. Olga was another Sabantuy at work. Their team is friendly, they constantly celebrate birthdays. At first, all these events took place at work, and due to the fact that the team they have is especially female, I sometimes took part in their gatherings. As Olga said, to dilute the female team. Not only me, and other husbands. Then the authorities forbade to assemble at work. And they smoothly moved to the nearest coffee. There I have never been, it was apparently someone to dilute without me.

She called and I used to pick her up. Sometimes they even delivered one of her friends, who did not calculate their strength.

So it was this time. It was already late, and rather cool. When she called, I drove off with some reluctance. So I did not want to leave the warm apartment.

While approaching the cafe, I saw them standing in front of the entrance - Olga's friend. Next to them were two guys. I stopped a little distance away and watched with interest. The guys obviously tried to persuade them to do something. Olya and her friend laughed. Apparently the negotiations were going well - one of the guys gave my wife a little hug, the second picked up the second under the waist. Some guy was hugging my wife, and she didn’t even try to pull away. I didn’t like this situation at all, although in my heart I was interested in how it would all end. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) I gazanul and drove to the entrance of the cafe, horned and got out. The wife said something and the boys blew away like the wind. Yes, it seems I would have lingered for a few minutes and could not have found a wife ... From this thought, I felt cold in my chest.

Olya was pretty drunk, her friend too. I realized that as soon as they spoke, they could barely move their tongues.

We took her friend home and when we were driving to our apartment, my wife said:

- Call Marat ...

I will not convey literally how and what she said, I just do not want to distort the language. Everyone knows how drunk people say it.

I was again visited by conflicting feelings, it seems that during this time I should get used to it, that Marat is fucked ... t my wife. But every time I feel a slight jealousy, rather, not even jealousy, but some annoyance that my wife wants another member or another e ... ri. And at the same time, I had a frenzy of excitement, which I experienced watching them. To see Olga's excitement, the state of bliss on her face and to take part in it yourself! And the last feeling is constantly overpowering. I even, to some extent, I was grateful to Marat - during this time my wife began to do blowjob much better. And she was pleased to do it.

“I'll call myself,” she began to poke her fingers on the phone.

Attempts with the third she succeeded.

- Maratik, it's me. We will jump to you now ... And to us ...

- Yes! Yes! Good. Soon ... Minutes after five ...

When we arrived, it was not there yet, I had to wait a couple of minutes. He sat in the back seat, next to Olya. She pulled him to her and she began to kiss a hickey. I drove and looked in the rearview mirror. His hand stroked the legs of my Oli through the tights, penetrating far under the skirt. She even spread her legs, so that it would be more convenient for him to stroke her there. I could not tear myself away from the mirror, only occasionally glancing at the road. My cock tightened from what is happening in the backseat.

Well, that was late and there were not too many cars.So we drove to the house. They came out near the entrance. While I found the place and parked, they were not at the entrance.

This evening, from its very beginning, went like something wrong. I could not control the situation, the initiative was not in my hands. And looking ahead, I will say that in the future several surprises awaited me.

He climbed to the floor, the door was slightly ajar, the light was burning almost in the whole apartment - in the hallway, in the hall, in the bedroom. By scattered things could accurately trace their path and location. In addition, a low moan was already heard from the bedroom.

Olga stood on all fours on our bed, Marat pecked her from behind, and quite intensely. Her arms were bent at the elbows, she buried her face in bed.

Marat almost completely removed his penis and forcefully drove him back to p ... from Oli, while she was bending her back. I looked at them from the side and could not understand in any way that something was wrong. But what?

Marat increased the tempo, his wife's moan turned into an endless howl. With impatience, I was beaten by an inner shiver.

Suddenly, Marat took out his x ... from my wife's s and then I realized what was wrong. There was no condom on his cock! He is her e ... l without gum! His chest felt uncomfortably cold, his heart began to shake wildly, there was chaos in his head, from fright to terrible agitation. It is difficult to put into words my state at that moment.

Marat put a member on the ass wife and began to spew sperm. At first she fired a member, then began to simply flow onto Oli's back.

I took the place of Marat, a member easily entered into a hot pea ... ku wife. I looked at her back, she literally was all in semen. There was a whole puddle at the bottom of the back, but her drops were almost to the neck. I just could not take my eyes off her back, I did not see anything around her except for her. All thoughts were creeping into my head. Mentally presented the picture - his wife's open labia and the sperm flowing from there, alien sperm. The roof completely blown down.

I e ... her at a frantic pace, at first she was passive, but then revived. And soon she began to move backwards towards my penis. I finished, unlike Marat, in a prezik and without force fell on the bed.

He lay and thought, one and the same thought came to his head - and if he had not had time to pull out his penis! She felt somehow uncomfortable, especially since it was the second time.

I so wanted to drink.

In the kitchen, he took a bottle of vodka from the refrigerator, a snack. He drank, then again, after the third it became a little easier. Even what happened was perceived a little differently.

A door creaked from behind.

- Vadim, without me. Not good.

- Marat, we agreed!

He, apparently, was waiting for this question, the answer was instantly:

- It happened...

- You promised it was one of the conditions ...

- Olya wanted it so ...

I didn’t immediately understand the meaning of his words, but when I did, it wasn’t good for me.

I silently pulled out a shot and poured him some vodka. They drank in silence. I did not want to talk, and my head was occupied by another.

Yes, she liked without gum, I knew about it. She said she enjoyed it immensely. But with me one thing, but with Marat. And although it was protected, no one will give an absolute guarantee! The head was just spinning.

Marat, having drunk a pair of stacks with me, did not evaporate noticeably for me. Maybe for the better, his presence strained me a little.

I slowly loaded vodka alone. Outside the kitchen door, I heard someone's footsteps - someone went to the bath or toilet. Or maybe Marat was going home. Soon everything was quiet.

Drunkenness came abruptly, at one moment. What happened has seemed no longer so scary. Okay, let him ... as he wants, with or without an eraser, just not to fly.

I went out into the corridor. No, Marat has not gone anywhere. This could be determined for two reasons. The first - his clothes hung on a hanger. The second - from the bedroom came the sounds. And the sounds were a bit strange.

Olya was lying on the bed, she had a pillow under her belly. Marat was at the back and slowly moved his pelvis. At first I did not betray this value. I was more interested in the sound made by my wife at that moment. Olga literally whined, the sound was not loud, but terribly unpleasant. And he was published at the moment when Marat was moving his ass.And just seeing her face, I began to guess what was going to happen. Olya had a grimace of pain on her face, tears were visible in the corners of her eyes. Now everything became clear to me - a pillow, planted under the stomach, and these sounds. The picture was added with a tube of cream, lying on the bed.

Marat e ... l Olya in the ass!

Heck! As so, I begged her so much and received a refusal. I envied him and envied him in an amicable way. How did he get her?

The mood immediately improved. Yes, I was glad it was hard to believe, but it was so. I was glad that after Marat, I would finally get what I had wanted for many years - my wife's ass.

Marat slowly fucked Olga, and I was impatiently standing beside me and waiting for my turn.

The whine stopped, Olya opened her mouth wide, there was a feeling that she did not have enough air. Silence ensued, only Marat's sniff was heard.

Marat pressed against his wife's bottom and stopped. Olga froze too, arching her back. He finished! I stood and shifted from one foot to the other. I was waiting for my turn. Time dragged on very slowly. Finally, he finished and moved away from Oli. She lay on pillows without any movement.

I fell in behind. When I put a dick to the anus, I was struck by the resulting sperm. This picture imprinted on my head for a long time. I pressed and the head went inside. Olya instantly came to life:

- Not! Do not! Vadiiiiimmm ...

But I did not pay attention to her words. I wanted it for so long, and at that moment nothing could stop me.

To my surprise, the member entered the anus quite easily. Yes, there was Marat's sperm, but I still thought it would be somewhat more difficult. Olya whined again, it just blew the roof off me. I fucked her, gradually increasing the pace, getting from this new unforgettable impressions.

I finished it too, like Marat. Sperm was just a sea, it flowed and flowed out of me ...