Sergei pulled me to him, and, glancing at the girl, began to kiss on the lips. I understood what he had in mind when he spoke about his desires at the “new stage of relations”, and with pleasure I responded to his caresses. We kissed passionately, both glaring at the maid, and - a strange thing: the presence of a stranger and a stranger wildly excited us! I did not notice that the girl looked in our direction, but she clearly knew what was going on: her cheeks were crimson from embarrassment.

I pointedly knelt in front of my husband, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and began to caress his penis with his tongue and lips, accompanying it with moist sucking sounds and moans. Looking at Sergei, I caught his eye: he, without blinking, looked at the girl, who had stopped cleaning up the room, judging by the silence. I looked around: the girl was standing, leaning against the bedroom jamb, her uniform skirt was pulled up to the navel and tucked into a belt. She slid her little panties to the side and masturbated, looking at us.

It got me even more. I suddenly wanted dirty public sex. I myself was surprised at my desires - usually our intercourse with my husband took a long time and gently one-on-one. I got up, turned to the girl's face, spread her legs, and slowly sat on a member of her husband, who had long stood as if it had been poured.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, looking at the maid, not believing what I was saying now, “today I will be your last goddam ... Who needs to be torn off like ... Cheap whore ...”

Sergei snarled and moved his hips so that I hung on him and on his penis, jerking my legs in the air, and trying to maintain balance. The girl moaned and slid down the wall to the floor. She completely pulled off the panties, spread her legs wide, and began to nadrachivat his clitoris, periodically plunging three fingers into the vagina. My husband was not a joke: he lifted my hips and spread them wide apart, forcing my body into me with sharp and deep blows. The maid was perfectly visible as his cock dives into my hot crotch.

“I adore your ... Dick,” I moaned, watching the girl writhe, torturing myself in unison, “Hey!” Crawl here, you ... damn whore! - I shouted to the maid, marveling to myself: I never swore so dirty.

- Still! I want more! Say it again! - my husband is completely mad with my terrible curses: I felt that he no longer makes love to me, but fucks me hard like a jackhammer.

- Yes! Say more! - the girl on all fours crawled to us, and sat down on the ass right in front of Sergei's legs, - this turns me on madly!

- Yes, you are just some fucking perverts! - I didn’t realize what was happening: the vagina was sore from aggressive pushes, purple throaty bruises on the thighs, which Sergey squeezed violently, trying to keep me hanging, and ... “Ostap suffered” - Hey! Stop fucking me in a pussy, you fucking asshole, you already turned my pussy on me!

- Yes, yes, fuck her in the ass! - the maid is all disheveled and so entered into a rage that she looked like a witch, - tear this fucking point in half!

But the wishes of the heroine of the film “Drag me to hell” did not come true: the excitement of my spouse from this unexpected debauchery reached such an apogee that he jerked asynchronously with my movements, and his cock flew out of the womb at the most inappropriate moment. Sergey growled with displeasure, but then the girl suddenly moved close to him, and planted her pulsating vulva on his big toe - it seemed to me that he did not even notice. The maid began to fuck with his leg, and at first I did not understand how to relate to this. But when the girl grabbed a member of my faithful, and began furiously masturbating him with both hands - I didn’t like it at all.

I did not have time to rebel, as Sergey, closing his eyes with pleasure, began with a moan to shoot bursts of sperm directly on the girl's face. She skillfully directed his penis to herself, catching his hot seed with open mouth, and trying to immediately swallow him. For some reason this picture finished me off: I began to cum at the same time with my husband, tightly clenching my legs, and not even touching myself with my hands: it was the strangest orgasm in my life ...

The girl convulsively trembled with her whole body and literally washed herself with my husband's discharge - with the fact that she could not swallow right away. I followed the source of her orgasm: Sergey’s foot was almost completely hidden in her vagina. He looked like a wounded soldier from an amputee military hospital. I have never seen such a wonderful fisting.

“Fuck you,” I said shortly, and lightly kicked the maid in the forehead.

There was a smacking sound, and her husband’s leg took on a familiar look. The girl, picking up her belongings, quickly retreated from the bedroom, without making a sound.

- Thank you, honey, for everything, - Sergey tiredly leaned back on the bed, - it was fucked up! And you otdrochila at the end so that I saw the sky in diamonds, - he tenderly glanced at me, - you have so many hidden abilities, dear ...

I smiled sourly, and mentally dismembered this fisting fool into fifteen thousand parts: it means that the husband did not understand who sent him to paradise. And I was not going to enlighten him. I took the fallen member of Sergei, and twisted in his hand: it is - this bitch did not leave me a drop. The husband raised himself on his elbows and asked cheerfully:

- Well, what - in the shower, and go shopping - spending all my money - together?

In our hearts, we splashed longer than usual: a million rubles stood before my eyes in the form of a phallus colossus, and I wanted to caress it, nurture it, and cherish it. And since only the husband was at hand, thanks to whom this image so visibly soared in front of my happy gaze, all the preferences were deservedly given to him. We fooled around, squeezed each other, doused with water, and played up to the point that I gave him tongue prostate massage.

The husband shot an unknown portion of what a piece of sperm directly on the mirror, and she glass down an intricate pattern in the form of a "dollar". "It's a sign"I thought, and licked his seed from the misted glass every single drop — all the more so because instead of the last ejaculation I got an “idle cartridge”: the rider on the foot irrigated herself with my husband from head to toe.

I put on a short white dress, pleated bottom and with a plunging neckline on top: it was easy to take it off with one hand movement, and it was always a great convenience in the dressing rooms - no need to spend a lot of time “exposing”. According to the orders of my husband, I did not have underwear. I didn’t even wear a bra just in case, although it was a mistake: my full breasts kept falling out of my neck, and I had to constantly shove them back. Already in the store, I later realized that choosing a beach dress for shopping was not a very good decision: when I forgot to bend down for some reason or simply lean over, as if in front of the neckline of the dress “innocently” nipples were sticking eye.

Sergey put on shorts and a Hawaiian with the “Fire in the Jungle” pattern: he didn’t particularly “steam” with the choice of attire. Having checked whether we had not forgotten the documents and the Certificate to Shambhala, merry and in love, we left the room and got into the elevator.

A transparent cabin rushed down and before our eyes opened a magnificent panorama of the capital: the elevator was located on the outside of the hotel building, right "on the street." From what we saw captured and we began to kiss passionately, twisted in the clouds in the literal and figurative sense of the word. My husband in the test mode checked his desire, calmly running his hand under my dress, and then completely pulled me up to the navel. My naked delicious ass rushed over sunny Moscow at a bird's-eye height, and for greater clarity, I lifted Sergey’s leg to the belt.

In such an obscene form, an elderly couple found us, getting into an elevator on the next floor.We were so enthusiastic about each other, and the cabin moved so silently that we noticed the existence of outsiders ... Read more →