worked on the result. Unlike my wife, who did it gently and slowly and with taste, Stella immediately picked up a high pace and tried to show the maximum amount of her skills in a short time. Perhaps she is right when working at the bar, and at any time visitors may appear - not to the courtesies.

It took me about five minutes, which I think was largely due to alcohol and experiences. In a sober mind against such professionalism, I would not have lasted a couple of minutes. When a member began to tremble in the desire to feed a pretty mouth, Stella pulled him out of her mouth, framed a napkin and a delicate handle with a beautiful manicure vydoila everything I had time to save. After that, I rubbed my dick again, took a sip of water from the bottle, and stood up, inspecting the area for visitors. I, breathing heavily, sat down on her stool, bringing my breathing back to normal.

There were still no visitors. We sat and chatted about the weirdness of family life. Stella tried to elicit everything from me, which prompted her husband to buy a blowjob for her husband. I, of course, did not talk about what happened today. He put forward the theory that his wife very rarely and ineptly engaged in oral sex and therefore decided to give me such a gift. Stella enthusiastically began to convince me that if she could make friends with Lena, she would be happy to share the secrets of mastery. I liked this idea. I was already looking forward to how two beautiful girls would give me a blowjob at the same time during the training process. And he promised to try to help them come together.

When I returned to the room, Lena excitedly walked from corner to corner. Her eyes were wet. I hugged her and she leaned against me. For the first time we lay on the bed, cuddled, confessed love to each other, and no one made any attempt to switch to sex. When I felt that Lena had calmed down, I offered to continue the tasting of drinks and dedicate today to the god Bakhus.

After dinner the bar was noisy. We took a table in the corner of the institution and pumped alcohol. Later we were joined by Stella, who worked out her shift at the bar counter. When my spouse with a unsteady gait went in search of a toilet, I told the bartender with a stumbling tongue about my modest wife and that all my vacation I was trying to help her relax.

I never told about this even to my closest friends, and that evening Stella constantly poured me a glass and asked everything, asked. And I thoughtlessly told me that at that moment I seemed to a very nice and understanding girl everything that I know about my spouse. Her habits, desires, complexes, as well as the fact that I am ready for anything, just to corrupt my faithful a little bit. My wife did not appear, my blurred brain did not even notice how long my wife was looking for a toilet. She appeared when I was ready to lay out the current story of our fall to Stella.

Lena plopped down on the chair next to me. At that moment, my beloved wife returned to me. Only for tomorrow I remembered with scraps her appearance and strange phrases. She looked pretty disheveled, neatly laid hair was not. Lipstick on lips too. The bra under her favorite T-shirt was pushed down and the protruding nipples clearly appeared through the fabric. She, like me, was very drunk. I tried to break into our conversation and say something, but she only got unrelated phrases between which there were long pauses of thought or attempts to go swimming under the moon.

- They wanted, and I - no ...

- And he says: "Let's go" ...

- Fuck you! Where are you going? And he...

- And the other says: "Do not be afraid." Yes, I'm not afraid of anything!

- They say they will not do anything, but they climb.

- And I: "Dick you." And he: "But you dick."

- Shit, here are the goats ...

I listened to all this nonsense, but did not understand anything. He hugged his sweet, drunk to say that it was the love of my life and demanded to drink it to the bottom.

When I decided to cast too, Stella said:

- You go to the toilet room and lie down to rest. We will chat a little bit now, and I will bring it.

Of course, I said that I would be right back, but I got to the room with difficulty opening the door and carefully poked about the joint. Cast and lay down to rest on the bed. Stella's words not to go back, but to lie down to rest seemed to me wiser. My head was spinning, and I myself did not notice how I fell into the realm of Morpheus ...

I woke up with a wild headache. He took a bottle of beer and climbed under a cool shower.

Brains gradually rose into place.

- Where is my wife? - suddenly struck the thought.

I jumped out of the shower. My missus, curled up slept. Also, like me, she did not find the strength to undress and slept in the same clothes that she wore yesterday with me. Looking at her matted hair, memories of yesterday evening began to appear with difficulty. I came closer and looked. Panties were in place, for some reason this calmed me down. The bra was also where he should be. Now I doubted more and more if I did not have a spouse in a strange drunken dream. I decided to find out later with Stella, and now take up more pressing matters. Judging by the time breakfast was coming to an end. I went to the dining room, brought a light breakfast for Lena. But he was not needed. My wife slept almost until dinner. When I woke up, I locked myself in the bathroom and walked out with blue circles around my eyes. All she ate until the evening was only an aspirin pill and lots and lots of water.

The rest of the day was spent in a lazy rest on the lounger of the pool.

On the way back, I suggested that my spouse, who had not yet come to form, had to undergo treatment at the bar, to which she betrayed me that she would be turned out of the smell of alcohol alone. She told me to heal myself, and she would rather have a rest in the room. Stella was at her workplace, giving me a friendly wink. I remembered that I was going to ask her about Lena. Did she notice anything strange when she went to the toilet? I won’t be describing our entire conversation for a long time, because both I and she at first did not know how to approach this piquant subject. She tried to understand how frankly you can talk to me. And only after I gave her already on a practically sober head that I am trying here, as far as possible, to liberate my spouse. I am trying to create situations in which she would have to talk more closely with the opposite sex. She suddenly issued:

- Well, yesterday you almost succeeded.

She told me that right after her two guys were sitting nearby and, having offered their help, they took Lena, who was not standing on her feet, inside. There they brought her to their room. Taking advantage of helplessness, they squeezed her body and were about to fuck. After visiting the toilet, they sat on the bed and, while one squeezed her beautiful breasts, the other began to poke her face with an unwashed member. Lena vomited right on the guy. In the meantime, the guys were cursing and trying to clean up after her, Lena got up and left the room.

This is all Stella learned from the unrelated remarks of my wife and the overheard conversation of the guys in the bar.

I tried to digest what I heard, and Stella watched my reaction with interest. Not seeing the mad jealous man in me, she suddenly offered me her conspiratorial tone in helping me to seduce a spouse. She was only interested in how low I would like to see my wife fall into the abyss of debauchery.

- Yes, there are only a few days left, you need to try to the maximum. It will not be at home before, ”I replied, without thinking.

Then I suddenly drew attention to the cell phone sent to me. Stella recorded my words on video. My question answered:

- Well, this is if you then begin to resent, I will show your wife and say that you yourself asked me to do it.

Some bell rang at that moment in my head. She was very skillful and businesslike in building Stella. But he did not attach much importance to this.I just told the girl drunk that my wife was too modest and would like to ... Read more →