(Translation - FUCKTOR; Author - hoyden)

It was my wife's 35th birthday, and I must admit, lately, our relationship has deteriorated. Perhaps the whole thing was due to problems at work and with money, but in any case there was tension between us. Problems arose in bed. And the matter is not at all that I did not get up, or something like that, it was a matter of such excuses as “I am tired” or “not today”. In short, our married life has lost its freshness. We have been married for almost ten years, and sex between us did not occur often enough, so to speak. In fact, he was not perfect for two months already.

But today was my wife's birthday, and I took her along with her best friend Susan to dinner and dancing. I secretly hoped that my wife would drink and want to fuck. The last time the sex between us was two months ago, and I was literally ready to rape her, so long as my dick felt her moisture.

Both girls were dressed up and dressed in short sexy dresses. Both drank a lot and our conversations gradually turned to more and more candid topics. Susan complained that her husband, Dan, was not paying enough attention to her lately, and I told her that he must be a fool. Susan was a beautiful woman, and any man would be happy to drag her to bed.

"I wish Dan would think so too," she complained. “Lately, he has some kind of missing look, as if he is thinking of someone else.”

"This is ridiculous," said Stacy, and I interrupted her. “Probably, you are just going through one of those periods, well, you know, through which all married couples pass. This is normal, and I am sure you will go through this. ” I looked meaningfully at Stacy, but she seemed not to understand my hint at all.

"Nevertheless, I cannot get rid of the feeling that he is cheating on me."

“Don't be a fool, Susan,” said Stacy. “Frank is right. Men - funny creatures, sometimes they do not need sex, and sometimes they just need it. Here for example, my Frankie, by the way, I still occasionally catch him for masturbation. He is sick. Always pulls his penis, and does not climb out of the Internet. I constantly catch him on this. "

I blushed like a tomato. Devil! Is she trying to make me look bad? Yes, if she had even once fucked me, I would not need the Internet. I glanced at Susan and saw that she was looking at me, barely suppressing laughter. She blew me a kiss, and I finished my glass and went quiet, and the girls continued to talk about men.

I ordered another drink for all of us and drank my glass, watching the girls get drunk. When they started arguing over which of them had bigger tits, I decided it was time to take them home. If I allowed to sit longer, I was afraid that Stacy might turn off, and I would lose another great chance to get her into bed.

The girls grumbled that they did not want to leave, but left their drinks and stood up. I had to hug them both and practically drag them to the car. I put them in the back seat, it was easier.

At the beginning of this night, the thought struck me that maybe I could sway Stacey into a threesome threesome. I knew that Susan was married, but she could agree, who knows ...

I did not notice how three guys came after us from the bar, and also that they got into the truck and drove after us from the parking itself.

As we drove to our house, I turned and looked at the back seat. The girls clung to each other, holding hands. Their heads were thrown back and they looked like cheap whores. Deciding that it would be witty, I said: “Honestly, I can’t tell which of you is better boobs. I need to look at them both of you. ”

“You're such a pervert, Frank,” said Stacey, but her voice was weedy, and I doubt that she remembered this conversation. Susan giggled, and then the thought of group sex crept into my head.Unfortunately, some guys always have bad luck!

We drove back to our house, and by the time I parked on our lawn, the girls were already sleeping in the back seat. I did not notice that the truck following us stopped in several houses from ours. I drove into the garage and closed the door.

Dragging the girls to bed was not an easy task. They were almost unconscious, and I had to carry them in my arms. Stacy was closer to the door and I picked it up and carried it to our bedroom, laying it in our bed. I tried to undress her, but she began to kick back. “Come on, honey,” I said. "You are so beautiful, I just want to be with you."

“Get out,” she replied, and then quickly fell asleep. I stood there, at the edge of the bed, staring at her for a few minutes like an asshole, and then returned to the garage to pull out Susan.

Susan was able to stand on her feet, though not firmly, she leaned on me and held on to me while I led her into the bedroom. I gently laid her on the bed, she muttered something slurred and fell asleep too. Moonlight made its way through the window, gently lighting her, and I thought she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, except for Stacy.

She lay and breathed deeply, and I just stood over her. I really wanted to see her boobs. Judging by the lines of the dress, she should have had a great bust, but I have never seen her boobs. Harm from this will not be, I thought. Carefully, in order not to wake her up, I slowly extended my hand, until she was directly over one of her breasts. I was so excited that I began to tremble, perhaps because of adrenaline, perhaps because I was afraid. What would I say if Susan woke up? She was Stacy's best friend. But I just had to take a look at her boobs.

I was very excited, and just wanted to look at them with one eye. I slowly lowered my hand until I touched the thin strap wrapped around her shoulder. She did not move. I held my breath, and was incredibly excited. I took the strap and pulled the dress down. And he was rewarded with a kind of tanned and full chest. She was beautiful! I wanted to bend over and lick it, suck on a nipple that would harden in my mouth.

Susan stirred and I quickly removed my hand. I was afraid that she might wake up and see me standing above her, so I quietly left the room, but not earlier than the last time I took another look at her perfect chest. “Good night,” I whispered softly, and only then left the room.

And what was I supposed to do now? Two beautiful women slept in my house in different beds, and I could not fuck any of them. Must be someone today got all my luck, because my fortune turned away from me!

Distressed and frustrated, I wandered into the back of the house, where my office was. At least I had a computer and beauties on the net. Suppose I do not fuck anyone today, but at least I finish. The only good thing about Stacey being chopped off was that she wouldn’t rush into me the moment I’m going to finish.

The computer booted up and I logged in on my favorite site with photos. Why I don’t have a wife like one of these guys who let them post their pictures on the site? Stacy didn't even let me get close to her with the camera.

I began to browse the pages, looking at the slutty moms that I was going to finish my day with. It did not take long to get up. I took off my pants and hung them on the back of a chair. Stacy used to notice white spots on my pants, and immediately understood what I was doing. I did not want to listen to another lecture, what a pervert I am, so I was careful. I began to masturbate, fantasizing about whores on the monitor. Damn, how I wanted Stacy to be the same ...

I was already into crazy when I heard a noise in the next room. Without thinking twice, I got up and ran into the living room, in the same family shorts. Maybe it's Susan. Maybe she went to drink, and when she sees me in my underpants, I have ...