I came home from work that day a little earlier, and my wife did not have time to cook dinner. Yes, I was also very offended: it turned out that Lyudmila (that is her name) bought herself new clothes, in one of which she met me. I looked and ... I was stunned!

Light suit in a flower that was worn on her, was sewn from a translucent material, and white panties shone through the skirt. And also - a beige belt, long elastic bands, to which flesh-colored nylon stockings were attached (tights were not yet in vogue yet). Through her blouse, her large white breast and two large nipples inside the pink areoles were clearly visible. I tensed and ... dragged her into the room. But Lyudmila balked: she wanted to show me the second suit. From the first he differed only in color (dark blue) and the fact that under it she put on black panties and stockings.

But the main thing was not even that both new clothes were fairly transparent. Much more interesting is how they were sewn. The skirt (it was a little longer than the knees) was a wide piece of cloth, which was simply wrapped around the hips and tied at the waist with two narrow strips of fabric. Therefore, it was worth the favorite to take a step, as her leg was exposed to the place on the thigh, where they were attached to elastic bands. It is clear that, if desired, the skirt swung open almost to the waist.

By the same principle the blouse was also cut out. It smelled and tied at the waist, and the neckline was such that the hollow between the breasts remained open. Yes, there were still small sleeves with a length of 3-4 centimeters maximum. As soon as Ludmila leaned forward a little, her two divine breasts jumped out into the light of day.

But, despite my obvious desire to immediately drag Lyudmila to bed (a dark stain even appeared on the trousers), the spouse promised to surrender after dinner, went to the kitchen, and got ready for the bathroom. And then it turned out that there was nothing to salt the potatoes that Luda had cleaned beforehand and was about to fry.

- I to Lenka, for salt, - she said, slamming the door. I sighed heavily and went under the shower.

Divorced Lenka lived opposite our apartment, located at the very end of a long corridor on the eighth floor of a nine-storey low-family dormitory. Our apartments looked like each other like two drops of water: a small combined bathroom, a three-meter hallway, a six-meter kitchen and a fourteen-meter room. Yes, and both women worked together. Lena was the deputy director, and Lyuda was the director of the Palace of Culture of a large machine-building association.

By the way, I was amazed and delighted with my wife’s dizzying career. After graduating from the Leningrad university, to which she was sent by her native enterprise, she lived in a separate room of a factory dormitory and worked as a head of the DK department, and then as a director. She became the director and the released member of the trade union committee only six months ago. A year before, at our wedding, the chairman of the trade union committee Arnold Borisovich presented her with the keys to the apartment. It should be noted that I had nothing to do with the union: after graduating from Moscow State University, I taught at the local polytechnic institute. It is clear that my salary has never exceeded 160 rubles, although I lectured to students, constantly conducted practical exercises and often replaced at the seminars and colloquiums of sick assistants of the department. My wife received more than 300. I was lighted with such money only 20 years later, if, of course, I wrote and I could successfully defend my candidate and doctoral dissertations. But back to our story.

I took a shower and went to dinner. But neither in the kitchen nor in Ludmila’s room was there.

“Everything is clear,” I thought, “I messed up with Lenka,” and went to the neighbor. The door to her apartment was ajar.Behind her, there was a screaming of Lenka and the happy basok of her ex-husband, Valerka, who was a full-time photographer of the same DK and worked part time playing the accordion at rehearsals and concerts.

The situation was quite ordinary. Just think, a man looked to his ex-wife, but I suddenly felt something was amiss. And instead of going through and saying hello, he carefully peered into the kitchen. What I saw made my heart beat faster: in profile, Arnold Borisovich was sitting at a laid table for me, and my Lyudmila was on his lap, his back to me. Her skirt was wide open, and I saw his hand stroking the thigh of my wife between stockings and panties. What he did with his second hand, I could only guess. But judging by the easy moaning of Ludmila, she wound her nipples (she was usually quickly excited by such manipulations). Lenka and Valera, most likely, did the same thing, although I could not look at this couple behind the door jamb. I was confused and pulled away from the door to the kitchen. And now he could only hear what they were saying at the table.

Valerka mumbled something unintelligible, and Arnold Borisovich insistently offered Lyudmila "to drink another glass." She refused: "The husband came from work, waiting."

- And you have not forgotten who promotes you? - Immediately asked the immediate superior Lyudmila.

- What are you, Arnold Borisovich! Tomorrow is Mechanical Engineer Day. After the solemn meeting will be a concert. And then in the rehearsal room lay the tables. If you want, let's dance. And you can always come to my office. There is a comfortable sofa. You know!

- Oh, persuaded, sweet impatience! But there are two conditions. First, tomorrow in the same suit you come. I liked him very much. And secondly, now I'll kiss you in the nipples and sponges. Take out the breast soon!

- How do you order, Arnold Borisovich! - obediently answered Luda.

- Yes, finally let Valery Stepanovich! - this is Lenka's voice cast. - It is necessary to give a neighbor of salt and close the door behind her.

- And will you spend the night?

- Today, Arnold Borisovich’s wife and children for the weekend left for the dacha. He remains with me. If you want, and you can! But what will my boss say?

- Oh, you are growing up before your eyes, Elena Maksimovna! Good girl! Lyudmila Nikolaevna, the two of us fucked more than once. And you have to go! There is nothing to push one member into the hole. It is necessary to give work to all the clicks. Tomorrow we will go to Lyudmila’s office together. I will invite myself - it is necessary to try the director of the association of sweet female meat. At the same time we will tell you about the SWC, we will help the winners get out. Only it is necessary for someone to finish in you so that they give birth to a baby. And you, Elena Maksimovna, will have to marry for some Komsomol member. Then you get a nice flat.

I felt my ears catch fire and jumped out into the corridor.

“Shame, what a shame! - I was overwhelmed with burning remorse. - Wife fuck like the last fucking, together, in all holes, posts and apartments pay off! And I (here is a fool) notice nothing. Still be proud of her. Erysipelas smash these goats! Kill the whore! ”

But along with jealousy, another feeling flared up in me. The tense penis, trembling, burst from wet pants, hands trembled, a whitish mist flickered in the head, from which a naked wife emerged. She went to the DC, lay on her back, spread her legs wide, lifted them up high, revealing and exposing the chock of machine builders who had scored the auditorium of her genitals. (Erotic stories) And in her blood-filled sexual lips one by one entered unnaturally huge members of the chairman of the trade union committee, the secretary of the Komsomol and party organization, the director of the association ...

When Lyudmila came home, I pushed her into the room, to the limit opened her skirt and blouse, ripped off her panties and threw her on the sofa. A long pent-up jet almost immediately splashed out of my cock into her hot hole. All night I forced my wife to take the most unimaginable poses, let her in her mouth, and finally opened her ass. In this case, I continuously finished.After two hours of continuous fucking, Lyudmila suddenly began to blissfully snuffle, continuing and gratefully stroking my genitals in a dream. Soon I fell asleep, without telling her anything about what I learned that day.