Arriving at the forged gate, the taxi stopped and paid, the company of three people headed for the house.

“Marinochka, you shouldn’t take off your shoes, Dmitry just pushed the woman who stopped for her ass,” you will remove your shoes in your room.

- Marinochka? - Sergey thought nervously, immediately feeling a stab of jealousy

“What did they talk about there at all?” - he thought about himself as he wound himself; the memory immediately provided a helpful picture where the wife in a dance about something whispers with Dmitry and laughs softly from time to time. With dark thoughts, he went into the living room and sat down next to Marina.

- What are we going to drink? - Dimitri's voice rang out, - is wine or something stronger?

“As you wish, I’m a little wine,” Marina looked at her husband questioningly. Sergey, who had gone into his own thoughts, nodded absently.

- Seryozh, why are you? - Marina started to stir him up - tired?

“I think Sergey and I will not be disturbed with a little brandy,” Dmitry took out a bottle and glasses. - To relieve fatigue.

Sergey silently swallowed a bit of burning liquid and looked at his wife. Marina was sitting, having thrown a leg on a leg, from under the dress a gum stocking was peeking slightly. Sergei wanted to tell her about it, as the phone rang.

- Sorry, I will leave you for 15-20 minutes, very urgent matters, removing the phone Dmitry guiltily spread his hands. - Do not miss, I'll be back soon.

“We’ll go to the room for a while, rest a bit.” Yes, Seryozh?

“Then we meet here,” smiled Dmitry.

Entering the room, Marina reached out, stretching her arms up and standing on tiptoe. Sergey, standing next to, put his hands on her waist and drew his wife to him. Marina ceased to reach out, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss. Sergey's hands began to slowly go down and suddenly froze on the hips. Not believing the sensations, he once again ran his hands over his wife's hips. Looking inquiringly at Marina, Sergey pulled back a little from her, but the question never came up.

- Undress, - the sharp voice of his wife whipped over the ears. Sergey on the machine, unbuttoning his shirt, tried to say something, but Marina interrupted him sharply as well. - How long do I have to wait? The change in his wife was so dramatic that Sergey swallowed his question and took off his shirt and started on his trousers. An unfamiliar woman stood in front of him, no, of course it was his Mariska, but her behavior ... domineering, tough. Sergei, pulling off his trousers with his underpants and socks, stood naked in front of his wife, not knowing where to put his hands and feeling awkward. Member already stood up and quivered with excitement.

- Cum before me, go for help, - Marina commented on his condition.

Moving a couple of steps away from her husband, she unzipped the zipper and the dress fell at her feet. There were really no panties, but a bra, stockings and shoes complemented each other so perfectly on a slender body. Stepping over the dress, she walked over to Sergey and stood on the side squeezing her head tightly. Sergey twitched and tried to pull away, taking his wife by the hand.

- Now remove your hand! - Marina squeezed a member a little stronger. - I'm waiting! - she amplified voice.

Sergey, shuddering at the new sensations of pleasure and pain, slowly removed his hand.

- What, I wanted to ask? - Marina slightly loosened her grip and slowly exposed her head, pulling on the foreskin more and more.

- By the way, the panties in the bag, if you wanted to know about them. Marina crouched behind her, between her legs, she took his testicles into her second hand and pulled them back hard.

- You do not mind such a prank? BUT?

Wife, clutching a member of her husband in her fist, began to quickly masturbate him, still pulling the testicles with her second hand.

- Ah, Ma-ri-nochka-a, Sergey twitched trying to hold her hands with his hands in order to reduce the thrill and slow down the rapidly approaching ejaculation. Marina also abruptly let Sergei go and sat on the edge of the bed right in her shoes with her legs wide apart.

- Go, lick me. Sergey knelt beside the bed and slowly approached his wife.

“Come on,” Marina impatiently pulled his hand over his head, and Sergei pressed his face between her legs.

- Come on, come on, - She pressed Sergey's head tightly, not letting him even stick out her tongue, and tried to move her booty in an uncomfortable position. Finally she let him go and lay back on the bed. Sergey began to slowly and gently lick his wife's pussy.

- Mm, as well, - the woman lay and enjoyed, smashing from the caresses of her husband, trying to force herself to get up and continue the rough game. Finally gathering her strength, she closed the access to her pussy with one hand, and with the other she removed Sergey's head.

- Enough, go lie down.

Sergey gladly stretched out on the bed. Marina rose above Sergey and slowly sat down on him, pressing her pussy to her husband's belly. Sitting comfortably, she made a few slow movements, sliding her crotch along his penis and immediately stopped, seeing that Sergey was about to finish. She leaned over to him and gently kissed her, before him was again his former wife: quiet, gentle and affectionate.

- Serge, my good, I love you so much. You are my best in the world. - she showered her with kisses. Sergey tried to catch her lips with his lips, while simultaneously stroking her ass and back.

“I love you too,” he grabbed his wife by the hips and tried to push her around his dick.

- Wait a mess, - Marina laughed, - do not hurry. We need to talk first.

Sergey stopped, realizing what the conversation might be about, Marina, seeing his condition, began to move slowly again and kiss her husband.

“You're not angry at me, are you?” She whispered.

- For what? Sergey asked just as quietly.

- For everything ... for today, for yesterday?

There was a pause.

- Darling, just do not be silent. - Marina whispered.

- Tell me what you think. Tell me everything, everything. I saw how it excites you. I feel it now. - Marina pointedly made several movements with her pelvis, without stopping touching her face with her lips.

- After all, it was all for you my love, for us.

Marina lay down next to him, stretching his leg to the feet of Sergey and resting his head on his shoulder.

- My good, please do not be silent, did you like it? - Marina continued gently stroking the penis and testicles. - You do not mind that I dance with Dmitry?

- Sergey did not know what to say, and, yes and no, everything was intertwined with each other. A wild mixture of jealousy and excitement, shame and humiliation, all this formed such a tangle that it was impossible to disentangle into separate feelings of strings. Sergei thought about it, mechanically touching the fastener bra.

- Do you want me to take it off?

“No, I really like the way you are dressed now,” Sergey’s voice finally rang out.

- And ... and I love you madly.

“You're not angry at me, are you?”

“Well, only if just a little bit,” answered Sergey.

- A little bit? - Marina smiled, gently stroking her husband's dick, from time to time quickly cheering on him, and then squeezing the head. - And what is this "slightly"?

- He called you Marinochka!

- Ear ring, this is such nonsense. Marina stood over her husband and looked into his eyes.

- My good, are you jealous of me ?! I love only you. This is all for us, see how you these two days, constantly want me. You want it?

- Without waiting for an answer, Marina again kissed her husband, actively working with her hand, until Sergei began to moan.

- Stop, stand, stand. - Marina laughed and stopped her hand. - I still need your baby now. I also want to continue. This uncle swept me all over and disappeared on business and what now to make an unhappy and excited woman? - pretending to blow a sponge giggling Marina.

- You were so, so ... there in the dance, when he ... - Sergei faltered.

- Well, tell me, tell me. Say he?

- When he kissed and touched you. I was so jealous of you and at the same time I wanted ... - Sergey stopped talking, choosing words.

- I wanted him to continue to do it.

- True? Do you really want this? My favorite, me ...