My wife and I entered an expensive restaurant. Of course, we can afford to go to this, but the piece will not go down the throat), knowledge of the price of this piece will not let you enjoy its taste. The spouse was in an evening, thin and fitting dress without underwear. You told me to be in strict trousers and also without underwear. I walked on cotton legs and felt like the coat of trousers rubs my dick, as it treacherously hardens. Thoughts are torn in my head. I'm really scared. If I, a confident man, moaned under you as the last slut, then what can we say about the spouse who feels the male power per kilometer. I did not tell her that I felt like a banderlog in front of my master. I didn’t tell you that I’ve been so strong in my will that I was proud to kiss your feet and was happy with any word of praise. I was afraid that you would become everything for her, and I would be for her only a shadow at your feet. But the excitement and desire for you to praise me made me bring my spouse to you. Pre-selecting her pubis, according to your order.

Now her evening dress treacherously singled out her shaved pubis and blew my brain at the thought that today this part of the body will belong to the real Master. My pubis was also clean shaven by his wife and I, honestly, felt practically naked because of this.

We gave the outerwear to the wardrobe, and holding hands, went to a table in the shade of the hall, where you were expecting us to appear. When we approached you, you looked up at us, while the spouse's eyes began to look at your shoes. You extended a hand to the lady, kissed her and offered to sit down. Blushing and embarrassed, she sat down near you, and I remained standing near the table. You did not pay any attention to me.

“What does such a beautiful lady do with a man who does not even need a fingernail on her left little finger, her beautiful leg?”

- I love him...

- It happens...

You smile and kiss her pen, first on top, then palm. She hesitates and blushes, lowers her eyes, but smiles. I continue to stand as an idol near your table. It seems to me that all the waiters are already looking at the scene when a man brings a beautiful woman by the hand to the table and hesitates near, without being able to sit down.

You take out two pieces of paper at 5000 rubles. and throw in front of me. And speak without turning your head to me.

- This woman deserves a good bouquet. To her hazel eyes fit dark roses. But the roses are trite, so I want to see a bouquet here that will make these eyes bloom, and these puffy lips smile ...

My wife is blushing terribly. She is looking at your hands, which are holding her palms and smiling like a freshman.

I understand that if I now take these papers and go to buy flowers for my spouse, then my status for her will be below the plinth. I just won't be like a man today. I am just a servant for this man who is squeezing his ring of charm around my beloved woman more and more. Women, every cell of which I kissed, a woman who bore me three children, a woman who is my universe. I blush, take papers and head to find your favorite gerberas.

While I was running around in search of a stall with flowers, a lot of thoughts were rushing around in my head. “Why did I fall so low?”, “And how will a loving and respecting spouse treat me now?”, “WHO am I? If not her man? ". After 40 minutes, when I literally ran into the restaurant with an armful of flowers and my thoughts, I saw a relaxed laughing woman next to you. I saw her sincere smile, her relaxed sexual pose, her glittering eyes and lips. I stood and looked at her. I understood that she had not been this way for many many years ... Just for the sake of this smile on my beloved face, it was worth coming here today ... I went to the table and handed you a bouquet and change. You took a bouquet and did not even notice the change. You gave her a bouquet.

- I guessed with your favorite flowers?

- Oh, yes, DEAR, you are just a miracle !!!

However, she did not even look in my direction. I was a simple messenger who brought a bouquet to a woman from high society who simply does not exist in her world.

- By the way, do you remember that you have a surprise for our friend?

- Yes of course...

She took a box from her purse, which was tied with a pink ribbon. I realized that this “gift” you ordered her to buy for me when she was alone in our bedroom and cooed for more than two hours with you. She pushed the box to me without even looking at me. I took the box, tore the ribbon with trembling hands, it was butt plug. She gently took my hand and told me to try it on now.

The cork was big enough, so I had to work hard to stick it in my ass. I felt humiliated and lowered, my ass was torn from the inside. I went to raskoryaku to you, and you gave me a new task: to remove the number in your name for you and your woman. Spread the bed, pour champagne, “take your place”, leave the door to the room open and send you an SMS with the number on readiness. When I left you cute cooed like two lovers dove.

When I completed your task and sat on the floor near the bed and told you about the readiness, my heart was beating like a jackhammer, my dick stood with a stake, my brain drew images of how you hand my wife in the elevator ... Then the door opened and on the threshold my spouse appeared. Her face was red, her lips were swollen, her eyes glittered, she was a little loose, her legs were wide apart. But most importantly ... except for her stockings, she was nothing else ... This nymph stood in the aisle of her lower lips was wet and swollen, her breasts heaved in time with her excited breathing. Only two words left her lips ...

- Get out!

Her eyes were glassy and looked past me, her lips were compressed, and she looked like a fury - a cruel egoist, for whom only her wishes exist ...

I got up, walked past her, and stumbled upon you in the corridor. You smiled and held her dress in your hands, your fingers glistened from her juices. I lowered my head and trudged into the hall to await the permission of my presence, when you would satisfy your lust with my beloved woman.

I drank while sitting at the bar and images were creeping into my head, how you tame my beloved to your orders, how she attaches herself to you after you have fucked her roughly. How she licks your dick after her ass.

Several times I approached the door of the room, which I rented for you and your today's slut. One time I heard her screaming and sobbing, and I didn’t leave without enduring her whining ... Once I heard how a whip is cut through the air and how it caresses someone's beautiful ass. Once there was complete silence, but it seemed to me that I heard smacking sounds.

Already in the morning, I received the SMS "She is ready." I entered the open room. In the shower, the water rustled, and my wife lay on the bed, face down. She was wearing a stern collar that stuck into her skin, her back was all ripped off, her ass was all red, and her beautiful anus turned into a deep, open hole. Labia poured red and blue, and between them there was a cloudy liquid, it flowed onto a sheet and it seemed to me that this was not correct. I went down to your lips and stuffed our Lord’s sperm inside you, and everything that poured from you licked ... I thought that this liquid should remain inside us. You slept, but in spite of your tortured body, you smiled in your sleep. I pulled on you something like a dress. He took you in his arms and carried him into the car ...

You promised to tell me what happened to you when you rest, but you said that it would be the best night of your life. I fed the children breakfast, you slept on our bed, and the scary MMS began to come to my phone where my regular spouse and mother of your children pushes her ass off to another member, where her pleased face is smeared with someone else's sperm, where she licks someone else's feet, where someone else hand punishes her ass. Although a stranger? Maybe after tonight I'm a stranger to this woman? Are you the most expensive thing she has?