My behavior has always been too defiant. The husband understood this rather quickly and in every possible way encouraged, allowing me to have fun as I was able and, of course, helping. I flirted with men, frankly dressed, teased others, bared my chest as much as possible. He often took part in my exbi entertainment and enjoyed it with me.

Once, we were invited to a wedding with distant relatives. We spent a boring day and waited until the end of the holiday went to sleep at the hotel. On the way, it turned out that we were almost sober and my husband offered to “catch up” at the hotel bar. There we met with some manager of the wholesale, wine vodka company. The man was cheerful, much older than us, about fifty. Large, not high brown-haired, with a bald spot on the back of his head. We laughed without stopping.

- Sorry, the bar is closing. - the barman looked at us.

My husband and I were upset, at the wedding was a boring booze, but here such a company turned out, and you need to interrupt the fun.

“Come to my room, but I trade in wine, I have a suitcase with samples there,” the fat man happily reported.

- Cat?

- Well! - "Cat" held me and we moved to the man.

To be honest, I didn’t have any vulgarity at that moment, I just wanted to have fun, drink wine and laugh. And here we are in the room.

- What are we going to drink?

- I want ice wine! - I replied, and the man climbed into the refrigerator.

My husband looked at me, smiled and said: “The last time I poured cold wine for you, it hit my head so hard that I fucked you in that head. " - Oh my God. Erik was very drunk and, it seems, no longer understood what he was saying.

“Wow,” the fat man turned to us, he held a bottle of wine in his hand, a huge smile glowed on his face — could I be lucky tonight as well ?! - he slightly raised the bottle, hinting, apparently, that he was ready to change it for a blowjob. I looked at my husband.

- Hare, are you serious? - Apparently, I was already very drunk and at the last moment, suddenly decided to play along - Eric, at least two times older than me, and not to my taste, but he's a man! Such things can not be joking.

I was hoping that my husband would bring it to a ridiculous joke, but he shrugged his shoulders. And I do not know what came over me.

- Well, sit on the sofa.

The little man sat down, I leaned over his penis, unzipped my pants and began to suck. He had a fat cock. I have already forgotten that other men have members. I really liked to feel it in my mouth. I was wearing a short dress (as in the photo) and he turned my ass to me and stroked her, putting thick fingers into my vagina, and I sucked his beautiful cock. Then he unbuttoned the dress, pulled the boobs out of her bra and began to caress the nipples, he twisted them, squeezed, and delayed.

- Oh, Zhenya, you have such large nipples, very beautiful, yes girl, suck ...

I was on the verge of an orgasm, understood little, and was surprised at the moment when his lump started shooting, my mouth was filled with sperm, and I swallowed, mechanically, part of it flowed, of course, but I ate the main mass and stopped breathing. Then he surprised me a second time.

“Zhenya, you need to clean it,” said the supplier and pressed me to the back of the head, sending his cock into my mouth with the second hand. I coughed, but I had no choice and had to submit. When he let me go, I looked at Eric. Only now I understood, he did not utter a word for the whole time while I was sucking, even when I was being forced into this man by a member. He slept in the corner of the sofa, his cock hung from his unbuttoned fly and everything was smeared with sperm.

“Heh,” the man looked at Eric, then at me. - I fell down, hehe, 2 minutes ago I was sitting jerking off. Well, nothing happens. Went through a little. Hehe.

I did not know what to do. But next to me was an open bottle of wine. I began to attach to her. Cum with wine was interesting to taste.I washed down the sperm of a fat, bald old woman with delicious wine and could not believe what had happened, but oddly enough, I thought that being a licensed wife was not so difficult. (Porn stories) I looked at my sleeping husband, at his protruding horseradish and sperm-drenched trousers. I thought that I could take a picture of him in this form and blackmail the rest of my life, but I had no idea where my phone was. I wanted to sleep.

- Listen, help me bring my husband to the number.

- Zhenya, what are you. Where we drag it, stay. Lie down on the bed with your husband, and I'm here on the couch ... - I lay down on the bed, next to my husband, without undressing. I was too tired and drunk to argue.

After a couple of hours, I woke up from the fact that my cock poked in the back. I thought that my husband woke up, but judging by the thickness of the penis and the stomach, it was our new friend.

“Zhenya, I’ll just lay down here,” the man said in a whisper, “there isn’t comfortable on the couch.”

A member of it, of course, said that the man is not going to sleep. He rested against my ass through the dress. I was half asleep. I do not know how much time has passed, but I felt like a fat man kisses my neck, which, by the way, was nice. Hand, he pulled the dress up and I felt his hands and hot dick skin.

- Listen, right there beside my husband. He won't like it all.

- Zhenya, I saw, he liked to watch you suck my dick, believe me, he will not mind, just relax. You'll like it.

Oddly enough, it affected me. I was excited, and decided that I could afford a little fun. The man began to unbutton his dress and soon I was lying next to him completely naked. He was very hairy, but in the dark I just felt the heat coming from him and his fat cock, which said that now there would be something good. He began to kiss my breasts, nipples.

- Oh, what are your good nipples. What are swollen lips. Oh, oh, oh, oh, Zhenya, you have a beautiful pussy - the little man was saying, caressing me with his fingers.

Very quickly, he was between my legs and began to lick my pussy. It was wonderful.

- Zhenya, your cunt is created for fucking! I fuck you all. - at that moment I was ready to finish, I was very much led to such a conversion. And at that moment my lover threw two fat fingers at me, all the way down, and began to fuck them sharply and lick the clit. I ended violently. He stood beside me.

- Go to the balcony!

- What? - I did not understand what he wants from me. But he pulled his hand and brought him to the balcony with almost force.

- Lean on the railing, - said the lover, stroking his penis.

I did as he ordered and the man threw a fat dick at me. While he fucked, I finished two or three times. It was a delightful orgasm, incomparable. His knees trembled and buckled. If it were not for his penis in me and not hands on his hips, I would have fallen. I heard how they echoed, groans and squishing of the vagina in the territory of the hotel. Then I saw a man at the window against us. Oh, I suspect the spectacle was incredible. A man two older than me and two harder, fucked me from behind, boobs dangling from his pushes and hitting the railing bars. I did not care who and what I could see. I was very good.

Suddenly he turned me around and pushed me to my knees.

- Open your mouth slut. - I did what he said and sperm flew into me, a lot of sperm. In the mouth, on the chest, on the face. He just splashed at me from his hose. I was all about her. I felt licentious and at the same time I was ecstatic.

- Zhenya, you are really good, well done. Now I will go to sleep. - he said and left. And I stayed there on my knees. Sperm dripped from me, my mouth was full of sperm. I coughed, I could not open my eyes, they were smeared. Something like wiping my face, I went to bed. Eric quietly snuffled in the corner.

- Honey, you missed everything, - I thought and lay down next to the seller. Edge of the sheets, somehow, I wiped my face and immediately fell into a dream.

In the morning I looked around. A man peacefully snuffled next to me. Now I saw how fat he was. But I must say, a member was proportional, not big and so the same thick. He opened his eyes and stretched.

- Listen, can you suck me? With a hangover very well, - he looked slyly at me.

Probably, if I behaved like a whore at night, according to that? that I was drunk, it wouldn't be worth it now. But I leaned over his cock and began to suck. He played with my lips and stroked my head.

- Wow! Hare, pizdets! - Eric woke up.

I looked up, finely seeing myself in the mirror. Mascara spread over the face, on the cheeks traces of dried sperm.

- Oh-oh-oh ... I'll finish now! - The fat man pushed my head back to the member and began to shoot. Eric at this moment ran to the toilet to chat with the "white friend", apparently he really went over thoroughly. And I sucked the remnants of sperm from a fat cock.

- Get up cancer, fuck you lastly. - I obediently got up at the knee-elbow, the member easily slid into me, the man began to sharp movements and soon began to cum on my back, I began to shake from the orgasm. At this point, Eric returned from the toilet. When the man released my hips, I collapsed onto the bed. The fat man was in a hurry.

- Guys, I'm late for a meeting, call. - he wrote down his phone on a piece of paper and slammed the door.

Eric and I were silent after six hours. He was shocked by how I enjoyed this man and what slut I can be. And after that, he said that he would never forget my face when he came out of the closet, and I was shaking when I sat down on a thick member of a random acquaintance /