what about such things a wife can just put in front of the husband’s fact that’s it? !! and go legs under the head to push!

- I said I'm sorry ... I did not understand ... I thought you want it in the commercials from the Internet.

For a while in the apartment there was only a measured ticking of a wall clock.

- Oh, that's it. - Svetlana drawled thoughtfully. - I do not know...

“I wonder what is the chief's term?” Immediately flashed through her mind. She dismissed that thought.

- Do you like him? just a little bit?

- I did not get that?..

- Like a man. Would you like him to ... love you? Do you want him?

—... well, he is cute in his own way ... - Sveta stretched her bare legs along the sofa and put them on her husband's knees. "I wonder what is the head member?"

- So do it. If you like him sleep with him. - Sergey began to massage her ankles. - We talked a lot with you about the third in our pastels. And this is exactly the case. And look for no one, and for your career is good.

- And our family?

- What is our family ?! you will not go to him?

- Not. And you ... what will YOU feel in those moments when I will be given to HIM? Every morning I will pack up, dress up, make up and you'll know that this is all for him. I will leave for work, and you will know that there I am ... just fucked. Everyday. What will you feel?

- Excitement. Awesome excitement! - he firmly squeezed in the hands of her legs. - And I ... I will kiss your feet ...

This phrase escaped from his subconscious, and he did not hide it.

- kiss now! - the wife laughed. - give me an oral massage of the toes! ... That's it! I really like. Can you persuade! Well, I wonder what is the head member?

Sergey was distracted from his occupation for a minute:

- So you can "fuck" to talk, but I can not?

- Come on, come on, Seryozha, do not be distracted! - the wife gently hit his bare foot in the face - lick your fingers, I am so pleased ..

From the memories into reality, Sergei pulled out the creak of the shower door. They went out. His wife and her boss. How much he would give now, just to look at them! At least one eye. Sergey leaned his ear to the closed door.

- And if he wakes up? - Viktor Mikhailovich spoke incredulously. - Of course, I understand that he is a hoof and will not do a dick to me, but still it is not convenient somehow ... he is your husband after all. Count up, go, and I fuck you on the bed.

- Do not wake up! Let's go to the bedroom!

- Sveta! You are not heading now, but thinking about pussy!

- Well, I now quickly run away and check my husband is sleeping or not.

Sergey recoiled from the door. His heart almost jumped out of his chest, his temples roared and buzzed. Sexual tension was such that hands trembled. Now his wife will come to him. Such a welcome and beloved, so depraved and alluring and not quite now belonging to him, Sergey, the rightful spouse. Soon he will share it with another ... if in his soul he has not already divided. From this thought, he almost finished his pants.

Sergey lay down on the couch in complete darkness. The door creaked. In the doorway appeared naked silhouette of his wife. She entered as quietly as a cat, closing the door behind her.

- Where are you? He heard her whispering with excitement.

- Here ...

- Do not sleep? - in the voice of Sveta, humorous notes were heard.

- Of course not.

She went to the couch, knelt down, and put her hands on her husband. At the same time her bare breasts, with bulging nipples excited, freely waved in the air.

- What are you doing?

- I want you.

“Nah, dear, it's not your turn today.” - Sveta quietly giggled, causing even greater shaking of her hanging chest.

- What was in the shower?

- Dumped all. On boobs probably stains from his hands will remain! rubbed his back ... took in his mouth ...

His wife’s face was so close to Sergey’s face that he could feel her breath. Nostrils smell from her mouth.

—... do you know what his dick is ?! - dreamily stretched Sveta.

- Which one?

- What kind of what ... - she mocked him - big and fat!

Sergey could no longer fight with keen desire: he simply pressed his lips to hers. They merged into a kiss.To the usual tastes of Svetka's mouth, some more unfamiliar were added. Tart. Sergey got acquainted with him, rolled him from her to himself.

- Enough! - the wife has escaped from embraces - I have gone, and that we will sleep!

She got up and went to the exit.

- Pervert! His wife just kept someone else's mouth in his mouth, and he climbs a kiss! Strange you, Seryozha ...

- I love you.

- I love you.

- Light, do not close the door, please.

Wife flew out. For a while there was silence. Then he heard the creak of a double matrimonial bed: this wife lay down next to Viktor Mikhailovich.

- Well, sleeping? - he boomed.

- Yes.

- Come to me!

Laughing wife's laughter.

—... you're heavy, crush me ...

Fuss.

- Quietly, Vitya, gentler.

- Spread your legs wider!

The creak of the bed.

- Oh ... he does not climb ... quietly! ti-ho-no-chko ... ahhhhh ... ssssss! ..

- Like this! well done. throw my feet on my back! like this...

The bed, squeaking methodically, came shaking. (Porn stories) Blood pounded in the temples of Sergei. Member was ready to burst from the tension and excitement. There was no doubt that now what was happening in the next room with him: his wife was fucked by her boss. So it happened ... Sveta under Victor Mikhailovich, spreading his legs, takes in his penis. That was the wife of the deputy. With shaking hands, Sergey pulled out his penis, which was ready to burst from overexcitement, and began to jerk off. “How low I fell,” Sergei suddenly thought. At this time, his wife was moaning in the next room.

- More! ... Victor, a little more! ... so ... fuck me! ssss ... so! ... fuck! Umm ... SO !!! AAAAH !!!

Sveta's voice broke, switched to scream.

- Hush you, you fool! - hastily boomed chef. - You wake up your husband.

It was useless. For the entire joint matrimonial life, Sergey did not remember such a violent orgasm of his wife.

For a while it was quiet.

- Thank you, dear ... are you not all? ..

Viktor Mikhailovich muttered something.

- Cum in me. I am so pleased, dear ...

The bed creaked again, but this time the pace was faster.

- Use me ... sssss ... ummm ... ssss ... ummm ... take it rough ... so nice ... ummmm ... sss ...

- Bitch!

- Yes, I'm a bitch ... ssss ... ummm ... fuck your bitch!

- Become a cancer!

Again romp, then the voice of Viktor Mikhailovich:

- Bend your back! Raise your ass! ... more ... did you not teach your husband anything? like this

- Ahhh! ... - his wife's voice was like a moan - yes ... yes ... ssss ...

Sergey lay and listened to fucking his Light. He imagined her - sweet, depraved, standing with a crustacean and eagerly sweeping away, sticking out her ass to meet the chef's tearing-up pussy-tearing member.

- Yes-ah-a-roared Victor Mikhailovich.

Sergey understood: the sperm of another man had just poured into his spouse.

The creak of the bed, scuffling.

“They are kissing!” - Sergei realized.

“I’ll go take the pills for kids.” - the voice of his wife was somehow weak.

- And for one husband check!

- Required!

Sergey flinched. Heart pounding: “She will come to me now! My dear favorite traitor.

Sveta, just like the first time, quietly spanked to the bed and squatted next to her husband.

“Well, horny, get a fucking wife!” Fuck me ... Drink pills or kids do?

- As you want...

- And what, from him children, probably, good will turn out! He is a prominent man, not like some ... - Sveta giggled.

Sergey stretched his lips to his wife's lips. They merged into a kiss.

- Ok, I ran to him. - Sveta freed from the embrace. - I left a puddle on the floor for you here ... from the pussy the kids flow out.

She got up and went out.

Victor Mikhailovich still half the night fucking Sveta, while Sergei ... was wiping someone else's sperm from the floor ...

“How low I fell,” he thought, under the voluptuous moans of his wife and chef.

- It's all? - dry asked Anatoly Stepanovich Bystrykin, wiping his baldness with his handkerchief.

- Everything. - Just answered Sergei. His eyes exuded naive simplicity.

Anatoly Stepanovich sighed and leaned across the table to Sergey sitting opposite.

- You, fool, he provoked them to commit adultery! And your Light and your first wife ... what was her name Anna there?

- Anya. I loved her ... and she betrayed me ... and Sveta betrayed me. - Sergey's crystal-clear eyes instantly filled with tears.

- The last thing I said do not write to the protocol. - waved his hand to the investigator Bystrykin. - Everything! the interrogation is over. Take away.

When a heavy forged door slammed shut behind Sergey and his convoy, Anatoly Stepanovich angrily threw away his wet handkerchief.

- How are we, Shura - he did not speak loudly to the stenographer - didn’t take him right away?

- Anatoly Stepanovich, how did you know - the one who responded vividly - that Anna, his first wife, did not poison herself? Thought an accident, a heart attack. It was only when the second wife, Svetlana, died so suddenly, then they started digging ... and they would never have guessed at all!