on his member, add Vlad's number to the black list, change not just the district, but the city right away, and run away from yesterday with Alice, if she now wants it. Thoughts were utopian, he was aware of this, and therefore he had a lousy soul ...

Alice at this time looked at one point, squeezing the phone in her hand. From the very morning she was excited, but Vlad's words repulsed in her every desire to pervert. Oleg was everything to her, and she could not lose him because of her fleeting passions and the embodiment of sexual fantasies. Remembering how he tossed all night, how his rising organ drew off her favorite testicles, and her husband, wincing at pain, licked her, Alice wanted to hit herself as a punishment for blindness and insensitivity. Now he probably believes that she is a whore, for which sex is higher than their love. I immediately wanted to hug Oleg, pity him, explain everything to him and apologize. Usually, in the course of petty quarrels in their couple, she apologized to him, meeting her in a frank outfit from work, and falling to her knees, she began to humor his boy with his tongue. Now it would be the most unfortunate option, and she decided to confine herself to a delicious dinner, during which they will explain, and if Oleg wants to stop it, then she will demand that Vlad keys and cross out the lover from his life. The girl resolutely got out of bed and began cooking ...

In the evening, Oleg came home from work to an empty, carefully cleaned apartment, in which there was a smell of roasted meat. Razuvshis and going into the kitchen, he found a table with two sets of appliances, his favorite crab salad and pans with chops and spaghetti. When he entered the apartment, he found no one, his heart went astray: Alice had already left him, she was unable to live with such a rag. But the dishes, but rather 2 sets of instruments, were set up in a positive way, although it was not clear where the wife was. The clue came in a few seconds when she flew into the apartment, holding a bottle of wine in her hand.

- Oh! You're already here?

- Are you waiting for someone else? - no matter how he tried to ask it jokingly, his experiences colored the question in a nervous, mournful tone.

- No, who else can I wait? - responding she blushed.

They walked into the kitchen and dined for twenty minutes, trying to avoid everything that concerned yesterday evening in the conversation. On Alice was a nice light sundress of navy color, knee-length. Oleg, constantly wound up in the last 24 hours, saw his wife’s rounded knee and immediately felt the tension in his pants, which immediately reflected in a grimace on his face. Alice saw it and tears filled her eyes.

- Honey, what is it? What's wrong? - Oleg got worried.

“It's not like that, love,” Alice sat down on his chair and, hugging her shoulders, began to sob. - You see, I thought it would be ...

This was followed by a stormy explanation between the spouses. Both of them realized that they had gone too far in fulfilling their desires, and now they are afraid of losing each other on this basis. Oleg kissed the burrowed cheeks of the girl and said that it was his fault, and he did not consider her insensible slut. She stroked his head and shoulders, assuring that only he will always be the main man in her life. These confessions were so sincere that they started kissing with that tender passion that occasionally attacks real couples in love. It was so great to give pleasure to his wife that he began to use his fingers to steal up to her bit.

- No, do not touch, Olezhek, - she breathed heavily, she resisted. - You still can not finish, then I will not.

- But why will you voluntarily torture yourself?

“Then, to prove to myself that I am not a whore, and I can endure lust for your sake.”And in general, if you want, let's tell Vlad that he give the keys and forget the way here. I don't need any other man.

Oleg thought. On the one hand, such thoughts visited him today - to return everything to its place. But then they were from what he considered himself to be lost, in Alice’s eyes, and now ...

- Let's finish this round until the end, baby. In the end, I always wanted your ass, and he will help you develop it. It is adequate, so it will gently take you there, will open me, and then we will be free to do what we wish. So if you want to help me, little fox, let's take a Christmas tree and play with your ass.

He carried her into the room, took out a toy and grease from the bedside table. Then, all the same, he pulled up a sundress and pulled down her blue panties. Gently kissed her wet pussy (it was painful, because when he inhaled her scent, his penis began to break out in full force, but love is stronger than pain), soaked her index finger in her juice and began to gently massage the brown ring. She writhed and moaned, but when, after 3 minutes, he tried to insert the phalanx inside, she twitched in pain. He, without stopping attempts, began barely touching his tongue to drive along the entire length of her rose. So things moved faster, and when there were difficulties, he gently sucked the clitoris, forcing her to forget about the pain and scratch the bedspread. When she was almost ready to finish, and his finger was completely in it, Oleg gently left the ass, took the Christmas tree and stuck it to the floor. Then he generously poured grease and invited his beloved:

- Come on, baby, I want you to do this for me.

Alice began to sit down on the phallus, but far from being advanced. Nevertheless, a start was made, and Oleg took a picture of her from behind, and afterwards crustaceans, and although the result was not visible, he thanked his beloved for his efforts with a delicate kuni, who was also captured on the phone.

...

Until the evening, I could not talk to Alice, and then I received the required photos and thought that, despite the daily surge, everything was fine with her. The photos were beautiful, taking into account all the wishes, and I just wrote to her: “Good girl! Keep it up!". No matter how disappointed I am in it, it was a very tempting offer to try out this ass, and then you could see if these guys are interesting to me or not.

During the week, I received such photos every evening. By Thursday, half the Christmas tree was inside Alice, and I was counting on Monday-Tuesday to see the full immersion. But on Friday evening, 2 hours later than usual, sitting with friends in a cafe, I received a photo from which I got up.
Usually the photos were taken from the back, but this one was in front. Alice strongly squeezed her divorced knees with her palms (her claws left pink marks on her skin), tears streamed down her red face, but she sat on the floor, and only the base of the fir tree protruded from her butt. It was signed only in three words: "You can come tomorrow."

To be continued.