- Hey, pig, get up. We slept all day with you.

I looked at my watch. 8 pm local time. Yana rolled off the bed and ran to the window with light steps. She leaned on the window sill, exposing her sporty, elastic ass and put her chin on her palms. Surprisingly, it feels as if it was not at all her that night that the Arab with a stick the size of a doctoral sausage hard fucked. And where did this lethargy and fatigue go? I looked at my wife's pussy, which had almost recovered from this brutal rape. I remember when we returned to the room, before the shower, I decided to examine it for fear of any injuries. She did not even try to remove my hand from her vagina, she simply lay with her legs wide apart and occasionally moaning when I made an inaccurate movement. I remember how 4 fingers immediately fell into her hole (hole, heh), how pliable the walls of the vagina parted in front of them. I remember her red, slightly swollen labia, rubbed clit. I remember how I took out my fingers, completely covered with sperm, with stinging drops, like a umbilical cord, which connected my hand with her pussy. And immediately dismissed the idea to fuck her. For neither she nor I would feel anything.

I got up, walked over to her. She turned and looked at me. Its always bold, arrogant look. With whom she did not part even during yesterday’s execution.

I gently hugged her ass with one hand, and put the palm of my other hand on her crotch. As if accidentally walked on the clitoris, groped the entrance, pressed. How amazing the human body is! Not a trace was left of that bottomless hole. My finger, which I slowly inserted, felt thick walls and persistent pressure. She squeezed him with her muscles and winked at me. Of course, there was not as narrow as before Omar, but, I think, with time everything will recover.

Interestingly, she physically recovered, and morally?

I took the almost risen member in my hand and started to drive my pussy head. She playfully ran away from me. Then I firmly grabbed her by the hips and imperiously inserted the member into her cave, already oozing with grease. She immediately withdrew from me, slipped under the arm and weighed a kick.

- Come on, pig, take me!

I ran to her, trying to grab her hair, but she dodged again, jumping onto the bed. I fell behind her, but she managed to roll off her on the floor, climbed ... That's it! Sharply grabbed her neck, I pressed Jan to the wall. She resisted, wriggled, trying to get out, then she wrapped her leg around my leg, pushed the other leg off the wall and threw us on the bed. And where did she learn this? The fall was enough for her to free herself from my hand, crush her with her knee and sit down with her kitty on my face.

- Too easy! She cried merrily.

But it was not there. I followed the example of Omar, namely, I grabbed her sensitive nipple with my free hand, squeezed it tightly and pulled it aside. She screamed, fell to the side, and I immediately found myself on top. Pulling her legs up and pinning her neck to the bed with my palm, I inserted my hard, thirsty member into it. I so wanted to see this pitiful expression in her fucking eyes, but the haughty, impudent look was unchanged. And what do you do now, you slut?

She did just that. In vain I lifted her legs so high. She arched her flexible back, shifted the legs from my shoulders to my neck, and I began to feel increasing pressure. She choked me too. I made a few more frictions, but as soon as my eyes began to darken (and where did this force come from in this fragile creation?) I let go of her neck and tried to throw off her legs. She took advantage of the situation, slipped out from under me and, like a monkey, tenaciously straddled my back.Having lost my balance, I lay down on my stomach, she firmly hugged me with her legs around the waist, grabbed my hair with one hand, and the other hand reached under me, looking for a member. Did she again vydoit me? Her little pen closed tightly on my trunk, I tried to shake it off myself, but it was to no avail. She took a very advantageous position. Probably, from the outside it looked like a rodeo, only a victory in the race would have been brought not by a confident landing, but by bringing the bull to orgasm.

Thus, we puffed for another 30 seconds, after which I could not stand it and finished off the sheets. I buried my face in the pillow, and Yana slapped my palm on the back, stood up and, like a boxing referee, proclaimed:

- Victory in the first round knockout won Yana beautiful!

“Why did you lose to Omar then?” - from offense, I forgot that you can talk, but what better to keep silent. - Gave myself fucked like a slut.

- How do you know such details? Honey, are you watching?

- No, I ...

- Oooh, Vadim, this is so miiiilo.

“So what about Omar?”

- I was just not ready for this size. So I would have his as much as you just had.

- On the revenge still ask him.

- Already asked. She said that next time he would beg him for mercy.

“Did you say that when he wiped his dick on your lips?” After orgasm? How little podzabornoy slut?

- Shut up! - Laughing, she tried to kick me in the groin, but I dodged. - Tell me again that you did not like to watch us.

- Well, why. There's something about it. Like to see you in a subordinate role.

- So, it was once, and will not happen again. And I'll take revenge. Everything, go to a shower, and that finished off as the pimply teenager. And ask for a new sheet, this is no longer possible to sleep.

“By the way, what did the tattooed guy want from you?”

- Damn, Vadim, well guess what he wanted. Fuck me like. Like many others who met us with Omar on the way, while he accompanied me back to the dance floor. Still there is something gentleman in him. Considering my appearance and moral state, as well as their eloquent views, I would get to the hotel only towards evening.

- So he spent you?

- Well, actually he told me. And at the dance floor already put on his feet and left. And that tattooed guy, by the way, his name is Ignat, also Russian, called me an accessible slut and expressed a desire to give in his mouth. In the nearest bushes.

- Well, with a sundress on a naked wet body, you really looked like an accessible slut. And what did you say to him that he was behind?

- Oh, everything you saw! You should work as a spy, haha. She said that at the moment I am not able to, but promised to fuck him in the near future.

- You will need a diary soon.

- Yeah. All right, come on quickly, I still want to take a walk today. Montenegrin climate has a favorable effect on ... Hm ... Healing. Any different ...

*************

She put on a white tight top and short denim shorts. So short that they didn’t cover, probably, the fourth part of the buttocks. Bra she certainly did not wear. I did not even ask why this time. Already everything was clear. Small nipples appealingly and courageously bristled through the thin fabric of the topic. We have not even left the room, but my member has already become rapidly solid.

“Can you go topless?” Once you like to show yourself.

- Honey, we still have a lot of time to rest here. I do not want to earn a reputation earlier than a whore. Here is the last day before leaving, I think about it, I promise.

Damn, I was joking! Did she seriously just say that?

We left the room and headed for the elevator. Coming out of it already on the ground floor, we ran into a company of men who had Yana fired a cigarette yesterday. One and all stared at the chest of my beloved wife, she also straightened her hair and walked through the reluctantly parting crowd. She does not want to earn a reputation as a whore.

At the exit of the hotel, she asked me for a cigarette.

“Ian, you quit long ago.”

- Ay, if you indulge in all serious things, then completely.

We sat on a bench and lit up.

“Did you see how they looked at you?”

- So what? Let them watch. Are you sorry? ...