My name is Max. In life, it all came together, a beautiful wife, a good job, but lately something has gone wrong. Oh yeah, I'm 28 years old, my wife is 27, her name is Natasha. Beautiful brunette, height 173 centimeters, breasts second size, all with her. I also look nothing: height 187 pumped up, the attention of girls is not deprived. We have been married for 3 years already, everything is fine, but it probably eats bytovuha.

It was the eve of the new year, I don’t really like these pre-holiday efforts, everyone is running somewhere, everyone is trying to be in time everywhere. Natasha and I, too, were preparing to meet the holiday stores, traffic jams. It was decided to celebrate the holidays at home, in the warmth and comfort.

December 31, celebrating the bustle, and my lovely wife and I began to swear in the morning.

- Maxim, well, we agreed to celebrate the new year together and only together!

- So we will meet him, get to work, send an annual report and come back.

- What time will you be back, and who will help me?

- My sweet, I quickly.

I myself do not like this whole situation, but they called me to work. You see, they didn’t reach my head office with my report.

Under the stormy perturbations of his wife with a bad mood going to work. Long and tediously the rest of the day was at work and now at 20:00 I go home. Natasha, though in a bad mood, but as always dressed stunningly! The black dress, whose length is just above the knees, is most likely bodily stockings (she likes to wear stockings very much), you can see on her bare back that she does not have a bra. As I saw her, I immediately started hugging and kissing, holding me tightly to me.

- Stop you and so today is guilty.

- Well, Natasha, stop it!

I continue to kiss my wife, I press against the wall. I break away from her tender lips, kiss the neck, firmly squeeze her ass hands.

- Feel like I miss you?

- You only miss your work. And her hand already unzips his fly and pulls out a tense cock.

- Natus, well, you see how I miss you and want you!

- Yes I see.

Natasha squats and begins to drive the tongue over the member, while slowly podrachivaya it. What are her gentle hands, closing my eyes, I enjoy. Here she has already taken the head of the penis in her mouth, and he gradually begins to disappear in her mouth, what a bliss! I put my hand on the back of her head and start to accelerate, feeling that I am over-excited and want to finish already.

- Honey, I'll finish!

She is trying to break free, but for some reason I do not let her in, although I know that the mere thought that sperm can get into her mouth starts to feel sick. And unable to stand, starting to finish in her cute mouth. She begins to cough and runs off to the bathroom. Running out of the bathroom, she screamed at me:

- You know that I hate this, why did you do that?

- Baby, I'm sorry, I could not restrain myself, I wanted you very much.

- Why are you sorry? you know!

I embrace her, once again I say that she would not be offended, she breaks out, gives me a slight slap in the face and goes to the kitchen. The mood began to fall again. I think, okay, I'll win back at night! I go to the kitchen and start helping to set the table. And then the doorbell rings.

- We are not waiting for anyone?

- I invited Vika and Nastya, I thought you wouldn’t wait from work. And she went to open the door.

I stand in complete stupor, my own wife, just spit on me, invited her friends and decided to celebrate with them. From the corridor I hear the joyful cries of girls, which makes me even more furious, but somehow I restrain myself and go into the corridor. By the way, Vika the red-haired girl is no worse than my Natasha: tall in a red dress, slightly covering her sports ass. Nastya seems to be modest, but with a crazy twinkle in the eyes of a short-tall blonde with a sweet face.

- Oh, Maxim, hello, and we thought that we would have a bachelorette party, Vika addressed me.

And then I could not resist.

- Yes Vikul, you will have it.

I turn to my wife, saying that they have again called me to work and am silently leaving.

The anger in me is boiling, I get into the car and drive to the nearest hotel, after dropping into the store, taking some alcohol and fruit, I fell into the hotel room and began to think: well, that's why and why? Well, she could not wait for me? I said that I would come and come, but for her friends more expensive!

The chiming clock starts to be heard on TV, and all my thoughts are reduced to one, how would I understand it, what would be better to find an approach to it? Well, at least change places with it! I drink another glass of vodka and disconnect.

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The morning of January 1, I wake up from the fact that the sun beats my eyes, I sip on bed, peace and quiet around, I think I need to get up. Yesterday I drank a lot and, probably, with me, something is wrong, some strange feeling. It seems everything is as usual, here are the hands, but for some reason the fingers have become thinner and well-groomed marigolds. Well, just yesterday I went over or still asleep. Put my hands on my stomach and feel something cold, like a piercing. I lift my head and see that I have a breast of the second size and fall into a stupor. Breast piercing, lack of penis, body hair. I do not believe my eyes, jump up and run to the mirror and again do not believe my eyes, Natasha looked at me from the mirror Natasha ...