And my thought leaped, but what if I, when we are in the store of lingerie, offer my wife to choose skirts, and not jeans? My dick treacherously became tops from cowards. Well, it means to him and decide - the scandal will be put off for dinner.

What about dinner? Well, how so? I have already been prepared angry speech. I was ready for a divorce. And where? Where is “My Angry Speech” (MGR)? Where is the door slamming? Where is the "divorce?" So what is it with me? Well, just postpone until the evening ?! Why postpone? So no one, is not recognized by the FIRST! In both! I am so grateful to Olga that she pretends that she does not remember anything of yesterday. Oh - thanks - helped out. Rescued. Rescued.

Here in the evening, we will eat the cake and closer to the evening fuck - let's see. While we watch, maybe for some clues and hook. Oh, somehow I (self-) expose and divorce is not a hunt now in front of my wife. So after all, I would have to self-expose myself right now with Lenka, including ...

Today - it was the 3rd in a row the return of my wife from the hunt for one married girl bi-. And, of course, unforgettable were the stories of my wife to us with Lenochka exactly how the “hunting-fucking” took place at the first meeting; and “hunt-fucking” in the second meeting. Without losing the thread of events in the previous two meetings, Olga now logically built a new story about a new third meeting.

And here I went, poured, purred today and the third story of Olga. The thread of events in these stories is clearly maintained. After all, my Olga in lesbian - BI-ACTIVE. That is, she herself personally forms the agenda of the meeting, she herself personally directs, and herself, as an active organizer, fucks her-girl-toy.

And therefore I heard plenty of words from Olga like, “Well, what kind of women are fools”, “What am I to you, husband, woman what?”. Or appeal to me: “I ask you as a peasant, and what does the guy like after ...?” And tyr and pyr.

Undermines, as it is, to begin the story from this place. Having missed two previous returns from the hunt. But then the fabric of the overall assessment will fail. And to talk about the two previous meetings, already knowing the content of the third, now will not work. After all, there the perception was radically different than now.

After all, now a new reassessment of those phrases and those gestures that I saw on the face of my wife, Olga. These are two completely different levels of understanding of one and those events. And two different ways to describe them from the mouth of my wife.

Lano how it goes. I will begin to describe then not from this day; and from events starting two weeks ago, relative to this morning. Today is the morning of the next day after the third meeting. This morning, when I already realized that I had long been a RIGERNER. But-but-but apparently still HIDDY Cuckold. Because neither Olga nor Lena had any sense to open up about this.

Let us recall with a depth of two weeks from today:

My Olenka caught fire, blushed, when admiring this unfamiliar. The first sentence: “I want her. I will get her. “Olga, with a laugh, spoke as soon as we left the room where we handed over the documents for her studies in chapters. accounting.

As usual, we have with her, and the second part of this speech is: “I fucked her twirling”. This final part of the speech is either me alone, or this ending, or we together with it chorus.

Olga and I have a mutual understanding, on the metal level. My Olga is in dire need of new sex travels. And this is despite the tantric husband who loves her and one constant family mistress - Lenochka.

I knew that later Olga would still tell about her “prey”.Or rather, even show his lesbian love. And show your sex with her, with her new woman; In his best. And more precisely with the time, and I am her toy-girl and also fuck.

Olga, as always, is constantly in demand of her diversity. Having staked out herself and the cock of a tantric husband-businessman and staked out her lesbian-wife-cook-laundress's pussy, she is always ready for a new HUNT.

And now it's not a damn thing to litter the brain with unnecessary questions: where and in which particular girl did my Olga feel a lesbian. At this level, well, until there are a couple of successful meetings, no one will say anything to anyone. Well, that would not jinx it.

It also happened that our Lena even arranged a scandal for my Olga, that she was a fucking run after women when her slut, then the beloved woman was waiting for her faithful husband. BEGINNED Helen. She complained to me: well, the whore is your wife, Ildar. Well, in such moments I, her, Lenka, fought like a cat; on the tonsils. But of course this Olga did not apply.

I have long been accustomed to not give any assessments to anyone. And do not ask questions along the lines of jealousy. Yes, and I could be jealous only if the dick (man) would drop on my woman. And since my wife is bi-, then, like bi, she flirts only with girls. And then on those girls who have a suggestion that she is a lesbian.

Well, flirt with men? Well, no, thank you ... I have a tantrist husband. And God forbid that my husband any nymphomaniac start. Therefore, contact with the men - generally past her sexual entertainment hobbies. Well, Olga herself assures me. And convincingly assures.

Well, with time I felt a completely different way, when a woman eagerly liberated herself in her narratives. This is what I used to call the term: “Being on the side of a woman.” I reasoned like that. Suppose that some bychara began courting for the little girl. So what? Baba has the right to male attention. Was it cheated that someone was caring for her? - no.

Next: bychara touches my chick. So what? We all somehow touch each other. Anyway. CHANGES? - yes no ... And so 99 stages on advancement to frank fucking. Everywhere the answer: “No. "Everywhere the answer:" Has the right ... No, not treason. “- Well, just a little continuation from yesterday. Gain yesterday.

It was in this sequence that Olga and I got to the point that she told me how yesterday in the train in the vestibule it was about to get an orgasm from a stranger. This stranger is not just climbed into her panties, but also so clitoris coolly caressed. And how passionately caressed that, you see, now our little Lena in a basin is washing these panties with secretions.

In order not to indicate to Olga that this is a BECAUSE flirtation and then already TABOO, then I pry: can this be a sin? Creaking ... After all, in the vagina of my beloved woman, they didn’t put electric trains in the vestibule !?

Well, as usual, he firmly hugged his slagger and his beloved wife. Usually we just kissed as well. At the same time, I imitate the actions of the little man who had run up on my wife like that. And this time, I also caressed the clitoris of my Olenka, emitting his actions, as it would have been done by her stranger in the vestibule. Olga corrected and corrected:

- No, he did rougher and spread the sexual lips in a businesslike manner, as in his own personal underground he went down ...

- So?

- No, deeper by that and with that finger like that and with the middle finger between the lips.

- So?

- No deeper, deeper.

I inserted the middle finger at full length.

- And try two, he seemed to me like fingers spreading everything to me there.

Inserted and two and three fingers. Olga all said that I now have something up there and do not reach. It turned out that he was in Olga's vestibule with his hand completely stuck. Well, I and this taboo now had to be moved aside. That means full fisting is also not considered treason. After all, fingers do not lower sperm. There was a new verdict. New. Where then so move the taboo away?

The idea that I set a new bar for "prohibitions". And for Olga, from that moment on, there was an opportunity to tell me something from past fisting, which she already had as a married woman, but had never told about it before.

And how many fisting for a married woman? Yes, there is a whole statistic ...And she, as if by chance, "recalled" the heap and others ... Read more →