And now I remembered here. Exactly half a month ago, together with Olga, I checked in for the next accounting courses. And there my wife, Olga, briskly paced, burst into the classroom. And her first question to the admissions office was:

- Is it here that the MAIN accountants are trained?

She called Rzhach not only among members of the selection committee, but also random people. So there she handed over documents miniature very sexy girl in styles: "office whore." Next to her stood a redneck in glasses and a vest, such as "cropped sleeves at a sweater." As it later became clear in passing - this is the husband of this “office whore.”

So ATTENTION: This girl easily chmoril her husband. Than? Yes, the fact that following the instructions of the frivolous nature of the quiet-speaking HIGH BLONDIN. Blond himself and talked nearby with this girl. And she frankly tried to Blond like.

All the fuck, here it comes from where I have the feeling of exploring this Blonde with an imperious look.

- That got drunk girl. Apparently, lying on the road, almost moved through it. - the voice of the blond was quiet, but commanding.

With these words, he beat off Olga's leg to the side. Rough. Well, in a businesslike spread his legs. Well, for the rest, so that Olga would not roll off the bench. And it turned out that he put drunk Olga in the raskoryaku. And my wife’s swollen, crimson pussy-eyed stared straight at me through the gap in torn jeans.

The blond man looked straight into my eyes, like a Master, who is entitled to dispose of both Olga and me. I immediately realized that he was able not to look away first. But I did not give a shit before his imperious manners. First of all, I was thinking about possible fractures, dislocations, injuries to my wife. Yes, and about the banal anxiety - alcohol poisoning.

Olga and I are businessmen. We do not even drink. And here it is: Olga in the trash - drunk. At least - this is strange.

But the blond, this creature is very long, apparently interested in the thrill of CAPTURE of any people under his influence. The question of power, apparently his fad. After all, he spoke quietly with pressure and in such a way that at once there was a feeling that he did not know that they could take him, and send him the dick.

But dear readers, this is the highest blonde and now I have a deep shit. I am all plunged into panic issues related to the health of his wife. After all, from the knees of Olga through the jeans leaked blood.

But the fact that I, and some guy blond looking at my wife's sex lips now through a gap in jeans, did not shock me. If only everything was without rifts on the body of my only beloved woman. I feverishly and hastily felt everything on my wife's body.

- Well, here's another check. What are you so caring? Husband what?

With these words, he really pushed aside on the sides, dirty with dirt and mucus, my wife’s almost transparent blouse. And the first thing that caught my eye was that the left shoulder strap - well, just pulled out of the body of the bra. Yes, and the second strap snot kept. Bra obviously ripped.

But this bra, with a zipper between the breasts, Olga and I chose just yesterday. As, however, and this translucent blouse. I remember how crazy it was with this young seller that in the nearest store of women's underwear.

Blond held his fingers on the left papilla and right there on the right and looking into my eyes with force squeezed the papilla of my wife.

- Can you imagine? This! It would now be smeared on the wheels of my car.

With these words, the second man promptly ran off to a black Mercedes.I would not believe in life that I can cope with this behavior of a stranger. I, a rooster, immediately ran into this hamlet, with a fist swing in his jaw. Without warning, on one brutal impulse - to protect your beloved.

At the same time, I did not publish anything articulate. Only guttural RYK. But my roar was like a call to mortal combat. But he slammed his fist into the exhibited unit. Immediately, I almost would have clung to the throat of the Ubi. A little bit Blocked the second block. And then with one blow he sent me a knockout.

When I woke up, I saw Elena howling in a robe. Or from Lena: like a siren with lamentations. And this blond man wipes his shoes on my shorts and kicking me on the buttocks:

- Well, fuck, you freak, my blood stained my shoes. Damn, hlyupik, and what a greyhound. Who is it, schmuck? What am I doing here? What has the husband of this alcoholic cut out?

Olga still remained without feelings on the bench. And nonstop clucking-lamenting Lenochka between Olga and me.

- What's your name? Do you know these?

- Lena. I know. They live with me. - And with all its naivety, even the windows on the feather floor showed.

- Give these yellowed dough. I do not need a mentura application.

And under the cup of a torn bra, put in the bills. And after the second cup. Do not hesitate for me and Lena, just pulled out my wife’s breasts on top of both her bra and blouses.

- My grandmother told me not to pick up any nasty things from the road. Just pereed any drunk.

As soon as Lenka and I dragged drunk Olga into the apartment. As Lenke called younger sister. And Lenka ran off to her, with some important question. I am anxious, but slowly I started undressing my wife.

I was still frantically troubled to find any injuries. Mentally, I have already forgiven everything Olga. Spitting on the debauchery of his wife. If only this booze did not damage the health of my beloved woman.

What a relief I felt. Only abrasions, bruises. And then it went right into my brain. On the back of a fountain pen it is written: “Ildar. Send us your fucking wife in a miniskirt. “And then 6-7 signatures.

SHOOOOOOK, SHOK, SHOOOOOK

How long have I looked at this inscription and looked at the signatures? Indeed, almost under each signature were tags: once a pussy, two in anal. Or once in the pussy and two in the mouth. And at the signature number 1 and number 4 was listed - and the helicopter. Rage swept, hardly held. But I still counted the number of sticks - 17, well, if any of the records and not erased ...

And then I remembered that in the previous “girl-like” departures they had recently ended extremely unusually: Lenka managed to intercept my contact with Olga. Olga, having gone into the front door, immediately locked herself together with Olga in the bathroom. And from there Olga came out refreshed from the shower.

And Lenka remained to wash absolutely all my Olga's underwear. Wash immediately upon return? And on-fig? But only after Lenka hangs all Olga's clothes on a string, then only after that she dives into our bed. All-all-all that was on Olga in these last two meetings. It is amazing that underwear and even a suit jacket is the same. In general, everything ...

And then I glanced at the strapped jeans with my wife. He took them again in his hands. But after all, just under jeans there were not any stockings and panties. And the jeans themselves were not only torn, but also from the inside they were covered with divorces and stains. Apparently those that now stood out from Olga's pussy.

And here I involuntarily sniffed - SPERM. And so-and-yes! Sperm!?! Really this is sperm! So it is not even dried. This means that just about right now and somehow on-leaked-runs-squeezed out of his wife's vagina!?! On-to-the-inside jeans ...

Well FLEECE !!! From excitement my heart almost broke out of my chest. Lightning at 10,000 volts darted in my brain, paralyzing everything in me.

How is that? After all, Olga today went to the girl-hunt. She is my bi-. Now everything went in the brain hastily in the reverse order. And hastily, and fussy and chaotic. Thoughts stumbled, galloping and gushing ... Now I began to compare: what was on Olga in the morning, when I personally dressed my wife in the morning on another appointment with a “lesbian girl”. So what did I take off with my drunk Olga in the evening?

SO.Stocking one was on Olga, but torn and divorced from the dried discharge. And the second stocking was in the pocket of jeans .... Read more →