in her legitimate husband's bed, then she would have definitely seen the sky in diamonds of delight!

Driving off slutty thoughts, Masha returned to reality. That's just the joy of this, she did not experience: tired Volodya obviously fell asleep, his movements became less and less, until the member finally stopped his steady move in the heated vagina of his wife. Masha saw in front of her a haggard, perspiring face of her husband, who had already closed his eyelids in a sweet dream. How ineptly ended their first wedding night, Masha noted with despair! While she listened to the muffled snoring of the newly-made spouse, deciding whether to go to the shower or fall asleep, the door in their bedroom opened slightly, letting Alex, an unexpected guest, into the room.

... Through the shroud of the sleep that had beset him, Volodya, as if in delirium, heard the excited whisper of Masha.

- You are crazy?! He will wake up! No, do not, let go! What are you doing? You're crazy ... Oh! Yes, yes, come on, oh my God! Is this not a dream ?! It does not happen! My, my, yes ... Mmmmm ... Oooo !!!

Volodya seemed to be rocking on the waves, circling in an incredible whirlpool. The boy was sick, and the fear that he would be turned out now prevented him from opening his eyes. Then he seemed to hear a very loud wheezing on the Machine half of the marital bed, a rather vulgar squeak, into which the lowing into the pillow periodically sneaked. It became more and more persistent, heard more and more clearly. Then the creaking was replaced by a short crazy jump, which soon subsided. Fleeting contented giggle, gentle whispers, sounds of kisses passionately, and finally - the slap of bare heels on the floor. Volodya didn’t remember anything more from that strikingly similar to the reality of sleep. And, no longer able to resist fatigue and intoxication, he finally disconnected.

The next morning, the legal spouse Masha woke up with a terrible headache. The body was limp and gutted. A nasty weakness and dizziness put pressure on the desire to move, but he made an effort over himself, got up and looked at Masha. She lay on her back, shamelessly spreading her slim legs in a dream, between which there was a gray wet spot on the sheets. Flirty pubis hairy lawn covered with whitish glaze, the inner side of the thighs was also abundantly wiped with some kind of drying out mucus. Vladimir looked at the face of his sleeping wife: he had a seal of deep satisfaction, bliss and peace on him. The groom nevertheless found the strength to get out of bed and walked to the shower with an unsteady gait. From there just went the omnipresent Romka. Not having time to really say hello, he excitedly whispered:

- Listen, the wedding is super! Zhannochka - just Scheherazad. And I would not have thought that she was capable of such a thing! What got up yesterday! But you, you, have overshadowed everyone. I never thought that you and Masha were like that ... It seemed to me that the walls would collapse from her groans! And you, Volodka, it turns out, a giant! Respect !!!

Volodya tried desperately to feel what he had said, but it worked out poorly. Exactly what he was convinced of - his night with Masha, obviously, was a success, even if Roman was so tempted in love joys, he was so excited! After taking a shower, the newlywed peeked into the bedroom, but, seeing Masha still sleeping, decided to look into Alex.

Having knocked, Volodya opened the guest room. There was no one there, although things were neatly hung on a hanger attached to the bed. Volodya already wanted to turn back, as he paid attention to the piquant detail. She drove him into a cold stupor. From the breast pocket of a satin white jacket instead of the old silk scarf to match the turquoise tie, a thin fabric of pale white women's panties was peeking. The very ones through which the immaculate pubic crown of Masha shone so invitingly.The very place that was at night plentifully watered with sperm. That's just - whose?

Volodya's head splitting from severe pain, like an arrow, was pierced by a hunch: still the night visions were not at all drunken nonsense, but real episodes of adultery on the wedding day! Like a jaguar on the hunt, her husband in two jumps reached Alex's jacket and really pulled his wife's panties out of his pocket. There was no doubt - it was they!

Volodya pressed the crumpled linen and, like an experienced perfumer, savoring the scent, almost mechanically pressed to his nose. Panties exuded the smell of his Masha, mixed with Oriental oils, delicate perfumes with notes of morning grass and such sweet dew from the depths of a woman desperately wanting sex. His beloved woman, whom this night was assiduously assured by not a legal husband, but a stranger!

And this discovery very excited Volodya. On the one hand, he was overcome by bouts of despair, bitter annoyance, first experienced jealousy. On the other hand, he was enmeshed in a veil of some kind of sweet rise, of the most acute excitement, of the desire to experience this, savoring details and details. He really wanted to see the scene of frantic copulation of his female with another male - and, much stronger and sharper, than on a memorable night during a bachelor party. The guy was attracted to enjoy the spectacle of fierce, almost animal sex. With abundant love juices, a spicy scent of sweat from burning bodies and the all-pervading vicious passion of shameless adulterers spitting on morality and family values.

Volodya again deeply inhaled the native smell of the hospitable nest of his beloved woman, and sent the panties back into Alex's jacket pocket.