This is a continuation of the story "How I put horns on my husband in his presence."which belongs to the author Narrator.

A month has passed since I was raped in front of my husband by three of his long-time friends who were still on technical college. Then, in those early years, this troika was local hooligans and terrorized, as far as I understood, the entire technical school, including her husband ... And he slammed down in their presence that he just stood and watched me have or give in his mouth. It turned out, in a word, a complete exile. Vitka did not even report to the police, despite the fact that I portrayed a victim of violence. “I depicted” ... Well, yes, it’s hard to believe, but I enjoyed it when three forty-year-old men, the same age as my husband, beat me up as they wanted, and he just babbled something.

A little bit about yourself. My name is Jeanne, I am 36 years old. In my years I kept a good figure: I do not complain about completeness, my waist is still thin, my breasts with pink tender nipples, due to artificial feeding, remained small but elastic ... Wide hips with a thin waist gave my figure very feminine outlines and coupled with a strong ass made me very, very attractive. Alas, it didn’t help her husband very much - he had to be prepared for sex for a very long time before something worked out. Maybe that's why I was so excited by three members of his acquaintances who got up on me right away ... Of course, I hid from him that I enjoyed it during the rape, but he was also good - we both pretended that nothing had happened .. .

That Sunday, which I want to describe, began as usual. Back on Saturday, I took the child to my father (ex-husband), then Vitka and I drank a little, watched the series for a long time and went to bed long after midnight. The next morning, woke up late. Vitka even got tired of sleeping with me, really finished very quickly, only teased ... Well, I’m no stranger ... I was still in bed when the doorbell rang.

- Who else the devil brought there? - grumbled husband and went open.

And when he reappeared in the bedroom, there was no face on it:

“There they are again,” he murmured in a falling voice, hiding his eyes. - require a hostess.

- And what kind of man are you? - I said evil. “You can't even blow the goats out of the house ... What did they say?”

“But you cannot break the rules of hospitality ...” Vitka murmured plaintively. - They want to celebrate our technical school issue.

My husband took off my nightie on the eve of a brief sex, so I just threw a robe and went into the hallway.

All three were here: a dense, shaven, shaven Semyon with a hard look ... he was their leader; mustache zinger Romka; and gray-haired, who looked almost respectable in their company, Pasha. They were already undressing in a businesslike manner when I left, and, without saying a word, they immediately unceremoniously looked at my legs under a rather short robe.

- Minor, - said Semyon to her husband, - hold the drink and eat, we all bought it! The hostess, - he winked conspiratorially at me, - do not worry about anything!

The mustache, who had already hung up his clothes and was loose, walked in from the side and brazenly stared at the slightly diluted neckline of the robe that opened a part of the chest.I shivered under this gaze and hurriedly snuggled in, although the situation, like a month ago, began to turn me on - my husband was in the apartment, only left for the kitchen, and three half-familiar men cheekily examined the legs and chest of his wife.

Meanwhile, the rest, too, undressed, and Semyon came closer to me, and then leaned over and took the floor of my robe, exposing my pubis. I shaved only the outer labia, leaving a shaggy triangle unlike today's youth, so I shaved it with satisfaction:

- Again, shaggy immediately to our services ... Do you mind? - He looked at my back, continuing, with his head bowed, carefully looking at what opened his eyes - apparently, my husband reappeared in the hallway.

- I object ... - indeed, Vitkin’s voice came out, but he was trembling and stuttering. - You shouldn't do this ...

- Come on! - the mustache laughed and, also stepping towards me, immediately launched his palm between his thighs. - Do you feel sorry for friends, or what?

The husband did not answer, although his wife was unceremoniously examined between his legs.

- Look, it's already quite wet! - Romka was delighted. “Did you prepare it for us?”

I stood, feeling how arrogant male fingers slide along the slits, and I felt that a fire was starting inside ... And this one, which the husband, fucking, stands and just looks at it all! ... Present, undetected! ..

“Vitka,” I turned my head to my faithful, trying not to sigh protractively, in time with the movements of the male hand between the thighs, “are you not going to stop all this?” Are you a man in the end? Your wife is pawing ... ohh ... mmm ... - I gasped in the end, because Romka ran a finger into the vagina, causing a splash of pleasure.

- Gentlemen! - Nearly breaking on the falsetto, exclaimed Vitka. - Everything is covered in the kitchen, let's go, otherwise the vodka gets cold!

“Okay, really, let's go first to warm up,” shaved Razka poked in the shoulder, and his fingers, which made my body vibrate, left the trickle hole.

The two of them, pulling off her husband, went to the kitchen. I went after them, but here I was held by a gray one by the elbow:

- Well, wait! Suck me for a start.

I was all flushed from such an arrogant sentence, but as it turned out after a moment, it was not an offer, but an order - they put me on my knees by the neck, and then a purple head rested against my lips with a drop of grease.

- Suck! - again shouted at me gray. I tried to pounce, but he pressed the back of his head with one hand, and with the other he leaned down and pressed the sore points on his jaws. My mouth opened by itself, and the member slid unhindered into it, driving swollen veins through the tongue.

Gasping, I began to suck, listening to the hacking heavy sighs above ...

- What have you been late? - I, directed by Pasha’s hard hands to my own member, suddenly heard the voice of my husband. - Ah ... Oh ... Uh ... Well, then join the company rather when you finish ...

What kind of man ?! They use his wife in the mouth, almost fuck, and he only offered to quickly join the others! Meanwhile, they didn’t even allow me to rip, grabbing my hair and pushing almost into the throat, and I gradually adapted to slide my lips along the trunk ...

From anger at Vitka, I began to suck Paška quite diligently, swallowing the head as deep as I could. Maybe it should have been done before, because I was practically stopped to fuck in the mouth, giving the initiative to my hands, or rather the mouth, which slid along with a vein-covered member. At the same time my smart tongue fluttered, caressing the swollen head.

I didn’t even have to force myself to do all this - for some reason I was immediately stirred up by the husband’s agreement to yell with someone else’s man, as well as the fact that I was forced to go right in the middle of the hallway on the floor trampled by guests ...

Pavel finished quite unexpectedly for me, but I tried to swallow everything, especially since there wasn’t much seed - I didn’t have enough to show up in the kitchen, smelling the smell of skin and clothes, not to mention stains ...

And they wouldn’t let me wash me - the gray-haired man immediately imperiously lifted me from my knees, I just had time to shake off the dirt from them, and entailed me.

Judging by the contented view, everyone in the kitchen missed a glass ... Semyon was at the head of the table covered with oilcloth, Roman was sitting at the wall in the short part of the kitchen sofa corner my husband, with his hunted gaze looking at me. I pointedly licked my lips and wanted to sit on a stool opposite Romka, but Semyon grabbed my hand and sat me on my lap again ...