It was already deep past midnight when I heard a knock at the door. Recently, my wife began to return home all later. She never called or warned. She knew that I would wait impatiently and follow the window when she returned, or when they returned her.

It just so happens that I am married to wifi sex. More precisely, I made her so.

All my life, all my 30 years, I dreamed of having, in every sense of the word, an liberated wife, ready for many experiments and which, with great pleasure, would raise my horns. I fell on her way in a favorable time for us.

Tall, slim, breathable sexuality. She always wore dresses that emphasized her femininity and drew attention to her long legs, round ass and exciting third-size breasts. She wanted to learn a lot and try out. She discovered the facets of what was permitted and broke taboos, the adopted laws of public morality and ethics. She considered herself a mature personality, who had everything she had achieved. And when the moment came to enjoy all that she had, she was bored. She realized that there are still so many fruits in the world that she wanted to taste.

It was the collapse of her old life and the beginning of new lessons. She had only one serious relationship, which she started too early, trying to quickly enter adulthood. At a crucial moment for her, she realized that she could never know anything if she stayed with him.

There was the first secret lover, and then the lover. She met a married couple and, having turned off a sober mind, agreed to fly to them to Malta. She was not stupid, she knew perfectly well why they called her and paid for her tickets. She deliberately went for it all, still trying to replenish her life with new experience.

When she met Misha, there was no going back. It was he who helped her understand herself. Comprehend your sexual essence. The essence of bitches, which catches a huge buzz from the fact that it is fighting like the last slut. They leave her, they crush her, they force her and force her to do what she always wanted in the depths of her mind. Surrender to lust, without brakes, belong to someone, let them dispose of it. Let her put cancer and sideways, let them fuck and back and front, the main thing is the overwhelming feeling of increasing orgasm, which in this quantity and quality hitherto unknown to her. To be unconscious and surrender to that ringing and stretching like the strings all the nerves of the body, is exhausted.

Like I said. I got into a favorable time for both of us. She was already a plowed field, ready to accept and cultivate new sexual fantasies.

To seduce her was not a huge job. I have always enjoyed success with women. High and pretty for a female concept. I took care of my body and kept it in shape. Shine a little wit, take advantage of the charms of a charming young male, and the pliable, juicy, elastic female body itself jumps into my bed.

To say that we have lost our senses from each other, to say nothing. We both wanted more and more. And every time everything is new. We both read porn stories and with a breathtaking desire to rush to try everything on yourself. When it was not possible to surrender physically, we indulged in fantasies. I heard so many depraved and lustful desires from these female lips, how many would include two thirds of all porn resources that I researched.

I went crazy and realized that I was falling in love with this woman. Every day she pulled me out and sucked in like a quagmire in which she wanted to drown. I wanted to hold her so tightly that I could easily crush her. As in childhood, when you take into your arms a charming kotyar, and he is so fluffy and handsome that you want to hug him so much, squeeze and hold him, not let go, fearing that he will run away.

I did not want to be for her another step towards self corruption. I wanted to be corrupt with her.I knew that to limit her to something would be to lock her in a cage. And she always had a file with her, and it would not be difficult for her to saw off the rods and escape where her eyes were.

Therefore, I left her freedom. She became my wife, from whom I never demanded loyalty. To tell the truth, I wanted to introduce another man next to her. I closed my eyes and saw how she was turned over on the table, her skirt was lifted up to the waist, exposing her sexy legs, spreading them, and a huge, thick cock entered roughly into her! Then another one appeared on the scene, his shaved head, with a shiny neat head, a cocky-inspiring penis, which did not allow its open mouth to moan loudly, and fucked her up to the throat! And I usually quickly finished, introducing several lovers, fucking my faithful in all her razobannye holes. These were my fantasies, which she knew very well. And which, I began to aggressively offer to realize.

I achieved what I wanted. At first we went to meetings together. And it was a pleasure for me to offer her lover not to be shy and fuck my slut, who, at the sight of her sexy figure and naked breast, began an uncontrollable salivation.

If at first she was a little embarrassed by the fact of treason to me, and even by myself, then very soon it turned into an uncontrollable sexual ecstasy. We both enjoyed the fun. At bedtime, we savored discussing the details of the meeting, recalled brighter moments and shared our impressions. We fell asleep in each other's arms, realizing that we love each other a little more.

As I said, the window was already deep in the night, or rather early in the morning, when she returned home. I quietly went to the door and began to listen. Sometimes she was escorted to the door. I heard muffled voices, with my skin, felt that they had her back against the door, right in front of my face, and were sucked into a passionate kiss. To hear these sounds of lust, slurping and squishing. Feel how now her legs are spread and lustful fingers are inserted into her. I stood and pulled at my dick. Literally, in front of my eyes, another man’s wife is pawing my wife, and I am proud at the sight of her brilliant lecherous eyes, disheveled hairstyle, and a bit of smeared lipstick. She looked more beautiful than ever!

I opened the door and let my slutty slut home.

“Do children sleep?” She asked. She tiredly leaned against the doorjamb and handed me her cloak.

“They have been sleeping for a long time,” I replied. After all, now it has become my concern to put to bed and read tales to our daughters.

She came close to my face, breathed hotly and whispered:

“So why don't you meet me properly?”, She dug her fingers into my hair and pulled me down hard.

I knelt before her. This sinner of vice was my goddess. I began to take off her shoes and kiss her legs.

- Sorry. I will correct. - I continued to kiss her feet moving higher. Her ankles, knees, inner thigh. - Mmmm ... how delicious you are! The higher I went, the more juices in which her thighs were smeared, I came across. Sperm mixed with her discharge, it was a magnificent nectar.

“I have a present for you,” she whispered. She stood with her legs apart, her back to the wall, and her eyes closed, she breathed languidly. - Kiss higher!

I used to be her own thing and often served her with a rag, which with my tongue cleaned and licked it all after all her fuckers. I buried myself in her pubic hair, breathing in the scent of sex and felt how the thin lace fabric tickled my nose.

- Mmmm ... This time your panties are back home. Usually you come back without them!

- This is a gift from my friends!

In the dim light of the moon shining through the windows, I managed to read the inscription on her pubic hair: “Drink, horned!”

I began to drag my teeth over the lace strip sticking out of her swollen, wet cunt. As soon as they fell out of her, the air smelled sharply in the air, and a thick, sticky seed began to flow down her legs.

She grimaced.

- Lick! You know your business. Clean me up, my little bitch.

And I began to work intensively language.Like a cat licking myself, I was licking my March cat. Sperm was so much that I did not have time to lick all, and she smeared on my face. When the drops threatened to drain on my chin, my little wife picked them up with her finger and shoved it into my mouth to lick it.

- Enough! - She said and stepping over me went to the shower. Turning on the threshold, she glanced at me. I was still sitting at the door and collecting with my finger from my face the remnants of sperm, which got dirty.

- Do not sit there, I'm too tired today. There were more than I expected. Wash me, darling!

I did not get up from his knees. And he crawled behind her to the bathroom. There she sat on the edge of the bathroom and turned on the water. Still kneeling, I began to stock up her stockings, or rather what was left of them. They were torn in some places, their knees were red and grated, and everything was in the discharge. All her clothes smelled of lust. () Stockings and skirt were in semen. Sometimes I forgot and buried in it, inhaling these smells.

I completely section it and helped move to the bathroom. She almost fell asleep, and I ran a washcloth over her body, washing her. I liked to rub her breasts, imagining how the other hands had just crushed her, to hold her legs, gently, in places where small bruises were left on her hips. Run a hand over her pubic hair. Forgetting, I entered it with my fingers. Through the slumber, she grimaced. So, today I will not get to fuck her in a ragged, swollen cunt. She is tired.

Until she finally fell asleep, I pulled her out of the bathroom. Wiping her with a towel, I felt my dick become a stake. Her body, ruddy from hot water, stood nearby, I rested a member in her ass and stood like that, afraid to frighten off the moment.

She turned on me and smiled.

- I see you are very happy to me! You were a good boy, I have some strength left to please you.

She knelt down in front of me. She pulled down her panties and my standing dick rested on her cheek.

“Mmm ... how sweet you are,” she whispered, wrapping her lips around her. She clutched her hands in my ass and began to sit down on my mouth member. Each time, swallowing it deeper. I held her hair with one hand and slapped her cheek with the other when a member rested against her. She worked her mouth like an experienced prostitute. Licking it in a circular motion starting from the head and going down to the base. And then she began to intensively swallow, putting her mouth on my, not small size, dick. Her shameless look, from bottom up into my eyes, drove crazy, and I began to quickly end. Feeling this, she swallowed the dick to its very foundation, so that the sperm would immediately fall into her throat. She did not like to feel the taste of sperm in her mouth. And she agreed that they would let her in her mouth only if it was not necessary to feel all this on her lips.

“Are you satisfied?” She asked, getting up from her knees and kissing me on the lips.

- Highly! Love you!

- I'm going to sleep. This is for you. - she gave me a small camera. - There are all my adventures for today. Have fun, darling!

- Uh ... - I mumbled.

- I understand. If you really want to, you can wake me up later. Goodnight!

What was on that tape you will find out next time ...