The morning of the next day was “like in the best houses of London”. Buffet table. It turns out that yesterday there were quite exotic culinary delights in the packages. Yes, and in my clothes appeared clip for tie, inlaid with something precious there. New chameleon shirt and a bunch of expensive little things.

- You are only mine, and therefore I have a lot of things for my beloved. But the main thing for me is that you are not going to re-educate me. I am a whore - only at your request and only so that it will delight my beloved husband.

Well, somehow it was all arranged ... I just pre-furnished her thought with the fact that it would not hurt me to know: "And how are her events developing in the status of an office whore." Well, because I can not control her fucking at her work. But if I don’t recognize its details, isn’t it cheating then? All of this we discussed completely at ease!

The discussion itself went along with the fact that we chose for her clothes from 4-5 stockings, from 4-5 panties from 4-5 bras and 4-5 skirts tops, blouses and dresses. Everything, like yesterday. But only unlike yesterday, they have already openly discussed what it will look like during a possible blowjob !!! Wow !!! We both understood that at work her status “TRAUR” has already been lost.

Well, and even discussed the very possibility of what Tatiana would look like if she had to substitute other holes for male members. This was a priori clear yesterday. But the point is that only two girlfriends whores could so easily discuss this topic. But not husband and wife? But yesterday we openly discussed these possible scenarios and did not discuss.

Although I was again overexcited, and Tatiana was flowing all the same, but again, just like yesterday, I didn’t want to waste time on the morning fucking. I did not want to! I cannot vouch for Tatyana ... Already in the car on the way to my factory, they discussed the prospect that Tatiana would once again leave today's clothes with her neighbor when we return home after work.

- So let him accumulate my belongings - while my husband is at home - let him jerk off on the clothes of his neighbor, whores.

- Yes, he rape you right tonight then.

“Can it scare us?”

- So he is not a neighbor that will rape us, but you!

- Well, I understand that you are ready to gaze with pleasure, how will your wife podmahivat neighbor when he will stick meat-in-meat?

Well, I simply did not expect such a simple conversation on the way to work. It seemed that we were thinking the same thing, and we wanted the same event - group sex. In any case, both understood the inevitability of this. For some reason I didn’t dare to ask her - well, it’sn’t real that such a sexually dressed woman with the status of an office whore doesn’t get fucked at work due to mourning. STOP!!! I already whistled from my own thoughts: where is the mourning handkerchief actually? Yesterday we rode - a mourning handkerchief flaunted around her neck and was a kind of shield against the background of fucking transparent robes.

But today, almost exactly the same outfit as yesterday was now perceived as "right-to-fuck-to-fuck-rush". My view now perceived Tatiana herself as practically naked. Only the handles in the wrinkles betrayed no longer a young woman. But the stockings on it are now not flesh-colored, but in a large mesh.And again - STOP !!! Similarly, yesterday I admired her legs in flesh-colored stockings, and she came after me from her work without stockings at all !!! To go nuts !!! Here it is new sudden observations ?!

- You too, please do not wash off the sperm. - Suddenly I blurted out when she stopped at the entrance of my plant.

“So I'll tell you everything, well, if something happens.” - without batting an eye and with a sparkle in my eyes I retorted my Tanya.

- Today, you really start to fuck. I feel it well.

Apparently, I had such an implacable look that almost immediately Tatiana reflexively held a pen around her neck. And apparently just now realized that the mourning handkerchief is missing on her neck. She looked at me and in the mirror, apologetically. Immediately blushed.

As if realizing that we are thinking about the same thing, she expressed her excitement: “But this is still thanks to you - it is you who bring me back to life. Well, well, do not look so reproachful. I understand that the whore will return to his former life whore. From this not to go anywhere. But you are also good - I want, they say, to live with a whore, who shares her fucking tales with me. Here you ask me to be a whore! Well, is it possible that in such a situation I will have another way after mourning with such a super sexy and all-approving man !? But you will be a complete villain if you decide to leave me - your slut wife. ”

All this is my Tanya issued in a state of nervous breakdown. It was completely unplayed! But time is running out. And therefore I am as emotionally strong, holding her hand in my hand, parried: “Do not even bother with your head - I love you exactly what you are - an office whore. For me, you are loved regardless of your status in your work. ”

But I was madly in love that it wasn't I, but she confessed that the path after TRAURA was predetermined. I did not build a girl out of myself who breaks down and is ready to embark on demagogy. On the contrary, suddenly a determination rushed over me: “Well, yes, yes, yes, yes, as long as you are stupid from your fucking travels - I AM - your rear. Always come back to me, dear. And I will listen and instruct. “Ie, directly, I did not dare to express anything condemning anything. But this answer made it clear - I am your ally! Well, consider that - a husband with a wife-whore - if you like these phrases more ...

And while not just decisively kissed his Tatiana, but also quite a boorishly twisted nipples on her boobs with one hand, and pressed the other hand to his outer thigh. With my peripheral vision, I saw my deputy passing by. department head. She had a sagging jaw.

Apparently from the outside, we looked like different-age lovers. And our hugs were in the eyes of others - like sincere love. Eh, you would know - that we are talking for conversations - no matter what they believe. Yes, and I myself, as soon as I entered through the checkpoint, the plant almost immediately realized that I did not believe in everything that was happening. It's impossible.

Apparently, only eggs exhausted from emptyness convinced me all the same - everything that has happened and has been all these days and will probably continue to be, starting from tonight. Here evening is coming, and you will again believe in what you doubt now. And now - take a break from the sexual marathon so that you just work at work.

What is the rest of the sexual marathon. The brain, how not to twist, lined up the most diverse pictures, how is my beloved Tanyushka there without his FACEBREAK? And really? But as? And why we didn’t have time all the previous days and nights to chat on the subject of her goddamned work. Now, not knowing the details, sit and guess what they can do with it? Who exactly? And how does this happen?

All the while, she called her. But that would mean that I would not rest from her then. And in the evening, well, it's only worth waiting for the evening - she herself will willingly tell, and who? And where? And how many times? And most importantly - how !!! What, you can not suffer, or what?

- Leveret. I'm in the parking lot. I am waiting.

- Damn-wow-hry-this-you-beloved-what-with-you-did-on-your-work !? - well, completely in the same breath burst from me. Without any commas.Apparently my brain was so overheated in the evening that it betrayed my feelings “with giblets”.

- Bunny, well, do not dream. So nothing special, just a couple of fucks. And so loudly she sighed into the phone's receiver, that all my overvoltage could take off “in a couple of seconds”.

I rushed down even without realizing whether it was already the end of the working day or whether working time had not yet ended. The first touches of my beloved woman immediately seemed ...