In a stupor, I watched as my Alina, so refined, well-groomed, beautiful, taut, always strict with pestering, alien to any dirt, tucked into her mouth some kind of boogie. And she gratefully makes sponge ring and loyally looks up at this little man. He just fucked her vaginally, and now he used to oral without the slightest twinge of conscience ...

Well, why did I decide to repair our second car from this damn cheap master? Why did I let him persuade myself? In order for him to fuck my perfect wife?

Meanwhile, Peter, with anger, finished my Alina right in the mouth. I saw how she was trying to swallow his sperm, ugly pleased with this circumstance! She could not swallow everything, and I saw someone else's sperm running down her chin, dripping onto her gorgeous breasts and flowing along her, almost covering the swollen nipple post ...

Stunned by feelings, I almost stumbled to the entrance to the garage. It was not clear to me what to do in this situation. Roll a scandal? But after all, for almost an hour I was spying how my wife was used by another man for his pleasure. Alina will never believe that I did not recognize her even in poor lighting and behind muddy glass ... Without having decided anything, I walked over to the iron doors that had just opened, and Peter came out of them. We must pay tribute to him, he did not even blink at seeing me. He only squinted with cunning and said:

- You probably brought the money? And your wife is also here.

His son, spinning beside him, gygyknul and almost like a dad smiled slyly, only it seemed like a travesty of malice.

I looked deep into the garage, where brighter lighting had already been turned on, and noted that it would have immediately become clear to anyone WHAT with this elegant woman had just happened. Alina has already smoothed her disheveled hair and removed the traces of sperm, but everything else ... Lipstick has been erased from the lips, and in some places is spread over the cheeks, the skirt is crumpled, one stocking is lowered, the thigh is bare, and dirty spots are noticeable on the knees ... And the most important thing is the languid expression of the happiness of a woman who has just been torn off in the eyes.

Alina finally noticed me, blinking in surprise. But then she took on an independent look, despite the fact that her cheeks turned slightly pink.

- What are you doing here? - She asked, looking away, but, not ceasing to hold on as if not a bald, bellied little man had just fucked her in different holes.

- I brought money, they wrote us a prize. And you?

- And I was offered a cheap bumper for our car. So I brought it. At the same time the master, - Alina cast a somewhat lost look in the direction of Peter, - promised to give me another small discount.

I went to my wife and kissed her on the cheek. Alina still smelled of Peter's sperm, who passed by and, with a sly grin, said:

- Well, how not to make a discount if your wife is so good?

My brain almost exploded. Good for what? That allowed yourself to fuck roughly? Earned your holes for a discount? But outwardly I remained calm.

“Thanks for the compliment,” I grumbled.

- Well, okay, I'm in the car, I left her around the corner, so I'm waiting for you there - Alina cooed and slipped out of the garage ...

For a few moments, Peter and I looked at each other, but I chose not to develop the conflict. In the end, it was I who was looking at how he raped my wife, and to mutual pleasure.

I looked away and went to the workbench:

- So, a discount?

- Yeah, why not? As you can see, the hood is installed, the radiator is welded. Headlights will come, and you can even drive while the wing comes.

- Aha-aha ... - I suddenly noticed ripped tiny panties between carelessly thrown tools. It was easy to recognize them, because it was I who bought them as a gift to Alina in an expensive boutique. I was also surprised that these thin ropes cost so much ... And now they were lying among the pliers soiled with lube oil, screwdrivers and hammers.

- And this is just a rag. - Master came back and put my wife's panties in his pocket. - Car mirror wipe.

- Rags? ... Aha-aha ...

***

We drove home in silence without uttering a word. I only occasionally glanced at my Alina, wondering how you could look so dumb after having sex with a dirty mechanic in a dirty garage? She completely tidied herself up while I was talking to Peter, and was just dazzling. She still smelled of something automobile and at the same time sperm, but otherwise it was a lady of high society, self-confident, well-groomed and who couldn’t change me with some shabby little man. No matter what, she turned me on. I saw slender legs, which were breathtakingly moving when it was necessary to press the gas / brake, high chest, excitingly crossed with a safety belt, plump lips, something slightly smiling ...

“I want you,” I put my hand on my wife's hip.

She looked at me sharply, slightly flushing. Of course! She just had to be pulled off with a hefty club, and now her husband is climbing! But I was terribly excited, a member almost tore up his pants, and at hand felt a smooth leg in a thin stocking. Besides, I knew that her panties stayed in that garage.

- Well, not here, honey, - Alina was definitely afraid that she would have to give me seriously. - Listen, do you want me to give you a blowjob now?

My fitness girl shook her now flowing black hair and playfully looked at me, but I saw in her eyes a hidden anguish.

We stopped on the sidelines, and Alina, leaning over, unbuttoned the pants of my pants. The member himself literally jumped into her mouth, and she began to suck. She probably did it a little mechanically, without enthusiasm, but I was on the utmost platoon and in five minutes I splashed right into the opened lips. The wife diligently swallowed everything, and then straightened and smiled slightly, wiping a couple of droplets from the corner of her lips with an elegant movement:

- Well, that's all ... And now let's discuss who will take the car from the garage when Peter puts the headlights on ...

At home, Alina immediately dived into the shower and did not leave for almost an hour, apparently washing off the dirt of the pawns of this damned master ...

***

All week Alina went thoughtful, not reacting either to my advances or to offers to go somewhere else to relax. We only had sex once. And at first the wife was inert and completely dry. But then her eyes clouded over, as if she was remembering something, and in the end she literally threw up me, podmahivaya so that she almost dumped me ...

And then Peter called. For some time I wondered whether to tell Aline that the headlights were installed. But then I had to announce this news. My wife immediately caught fire to go to the garage to pick up the car, arguing that my full time job is now at work, and she can take time off. I gritted my teeth and agreed, cursing the day when I agreed to repair a broken car in that garage. And yet I could not resist. In the morning, as soon as Alina left, I called the authorities and picked up something that allowed me to take the day at my own expense.

I did not know what I would do, but I could not resist. I arrived a little earlier and, having traveled around the garages, put our second car near that very window.Coming out of the car, walked around the garage and looked out. Alina was just coming up from the station. How good she was! In high boots on a huge heel, in flesh-colored stockings, making her legs so graceful and slender, in a short skirt, flying at every step, in her jacket, emphasizing the feminine lines of the hips and thin waist. Like an angel coming down from heaven into this dirty, miserable reality of rural garages ... And the most amazing thing is that this beautiful woman went to fuck (which is to deceive herself) with a person who looks like a third-rate character from an evil film.

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