And although I was mentally prepared for the betrayal of my wife, how many things had changed my mind during this time, but when I stood at the gates of the garages and listened to my wife’s muffled moans, the last meager doubts were thrown away. Yes, my Dasha, goes, as they say, to the left. At this moment, when I finally realized it, I felt so bad. I don’t remember how much I stood at this garage, how I got home later, everything was in a daze.

What to do? I did not know. Much to come to mind. Stuff her face? Not that upbringing, this idea, I immediately cast aside. Although it might be necessary. Fill face Sergei? There was a slightly different situation - different weight categories, I, as they say, nothing shone. Even though I was taller than he was, but otherwise I was inferior in all respects. It only remained to leave ... I was going to do this several times, but as soon as it came to specific steps - assembling things, my resolve disappeared, and that was the end of it. Maybe I and a rag, but I did not have the strength to take this last step.

And when I realized that I couldn’t change anything in this situation, for a while I fell into complete apathy towards everything. I could lie on the couch for hours and watch TV, and think about the situation.

I did not find solutions there. Life went on as usual, nothing changed. Dasha also sometimes lingered, sometimes she came slightly drunk. The excuses were the same, although I now perfectly understood the true reasons.

Sergey began to visit us quite often, a couple of times even with his wife. Yes, and we visited them a couple of times. It seems to have even seemed to be friends ... And although I understood perfectly, I was even sure that he was cheating on my wife, but I couldn’t catch them anymore.

Under the new year, an event occurred that opened my eyes even more to my wife. Dasha invited me to work at a corporate party, though then it was called a little differently, but the essence is the same. As she put it - you need to slightly dilute the female team. I was a little surprised by the invitation, before that she had never invited me. Why not go ...

The day of corporative has come. I came a little earlier, Dasha asked to help arrange the tables. Tables were laid in the hall, from it one could get to the exit from the polyclinic and two wings of the polyclinic, in which the doctors' offices were located.

People gathered quite a few. There were mostly women, a contingent from very young (perhaps the first year of work) to pensioners. There were about eight men. Everything was as usual - they ate, drank, danced ...

Then the older generation slowly left, the people have noticeably decreased. For the remaining tables was a bit much and began to form small companies.

After the regular dances, my wife lingered at the opposite end of the table, but I returned to my seat. Dasha talked about something with a man with a beard, Sergey was also sitting there. She crouched between them, then they drank. A new company was formed at our table, we also drank, a conversation began. The place of the wife near me soon also turned out to be occupied, I sat between two rather pretty persons. In general, an ordinary booze began, no one danced, everyone drank and talked. Some were already in good condition.

I occasionally glanced at the opposite end of the table, where my wife was sitting. There was the same thing as ours.

Once again, I looked at where Dasha was sitting and found that she was not at the table. There was no Dashka, there was no peasant with a beard (then I found out that it was a surgeon), the rest, including Sergei, sat and continued to celebrate. Of course, she could go to the toilet or smoke (sometimes she smoked for the company). I got a bad feeling.

I got up from the table went outside, she was not there. Returned to the hall. She didn’t pass by me, so she could only go to this corridor.I opened the door, it was dark in the corridor, somewhere in the distance the window flickered. I walked silently along the corridor, peering at the door. What did I want to see? I do not know. I got to the window, all the doors were closed. No, I did not try to open them, visually they were all closed. I turned back, tried to open one door - locked, the second - the same. I slowly trudged back down the corridor, and then I was attracted by the inscription on the door - ENT. This is her office! I approached carefully and put my ear to the door. Someone was there, there were some sounds coming from behind the door. I gently pressed on the handles and gently pushed the door. The door without a creaking opened ...

I saw the surgeon slowly moving bare ass. Dasha lying breast on the table, skirt was zadran. There was a loud wheezing and softly slapping his body on her ass. I stood and looked at the progressively moving ass.

My wife slowly e ... l bearded and did it so routinely. I silently watched what was happening, the most interesting is that I did not even think about stopping them. Dasha began to whine a little, but somehow quietly. Or she covered her mouth with her hand, or lay face down on the table, from my place I could not see it.

I felt that I was starting to get excited, with every push of the surgeon the excitement grew. It was strange, I watched as my wife was fucked and it turned me on. It was very strange.

My wife made a moan, I even flinched from surprise and this led me to reality. If someone walks into the corridor ... Yes, they will see that I am also peeping ... I was thrown into a fever at the thought. I carefully closed the door and walked into the hall.

My wife is cheating on me, there could be no doubt ... Wait. Last time she was with Sergey, and now ... So maybe she gives it to everyone ?! Heck! My wife would ...?

I walked from the corridor to the hall. It is necessary to drink, that would come to oneself from these thoughts, it is necessary to let off steam ...

But I could not drink, I did not have time to get to the table, as someone took my hand and I heard a drunken speech:

- Where have you been? I’m looking for you, but you aren’t — Lida seemed to be holding me by the hand — but you aren’t and aren’t ...

It was one of my neighbors at the table, she was completely drunk, her eyes did not express anything, they were glass. I was not even sure that she recognized me and whether her words were addressed to me. And then a crazy idea came to my mind and I said:

- Come on.

- Where?

I silently took her hand and dragged her along. We entered another corridor, it was also dark here. (eroticspace.info) Without releasing her hand, I tried to open one door, another, a third. Everything is locked. Well, not in the corridor as her cancer put! And then she came to the rescue.

- Right now, right now ...

Now she was pulling me. From somewhere in her hand a key appeared, she opened the door. The cabinet was exactly the same.

I silently laid it on the table just as my wife lay. Pulled up the hem of her dress. Slightly pressed one hand to the table, the other hastily unbuttoned jeans and pulled them off. He pulled the strip of pants to the side and dramatically drove his penis. He easily entered her at full length, she was so wet. She wanted nothing less than me.

I pressed her to the table and with all my strength I threw x into it ... Before my eyes there was a moving ass of a surgeon fucking my wife.

She mumbled something, then began to moan slightly. I was just a terrible state, this has never happened before. I imagined how e ... t my wife and, and at the same moment, e ... l another ...

I almost missed the moment when I would finish, and barely managed to take a member out of her p ... s. I finished on her pants. There was a lot of sperm ...

I had such a blissful state, which I have not experienced even once in my life ...