- Why do you close your eyes? Do you imagine someone? - suddenly during sex I asked my wife.
- Of course not ... I think about you and only about you.

From the very answer the whole story began. The story of how I began to plunge into the fantasy of the beyond. At first it seemed to me that I was the only one in the whole world, but as it turned out, it wasn’t one at all, and finally accepted. I accepted the idea that it excites me to share my own with strangers, sometimes unfamiliar men. The state when you share prey with other predators and you feel like a king of a situation, of the whole world.

My name is Marat, and my wife Rita and we have been married for 10 years and have four children. We are both not athletic, well-fed couple, and not tall, although many write, describing themselves that they are under 2 meters and athletic physique, it seems to me that this is not true. I love my wife because she is calm and caring, with wide hips, thick thighs. They fix all these huge breasts, 4 sizes. Almost the same size I have a member, which by the way and prompted me to doubt her answer.

That night I could not sleep and everything reflected on the answer and the action. I could not understand why to close my eyes and at the same time not to think about something else or about someone else. Of course, these thoughts led me to the Internet, and then everything was in a daze. First, going over the ocean of references, I began to read about the signs of a cheating wife, then about their reasons, a little later I learned that there are husbands who like it. And here I caught myself thinking that all this fussing around her answer is connected not with indignation, but with some pleasant, but as yet unexplored feeling.

Day after day, I tried to “expose” my crumbs, but there were no results. In the end I asked if she directly changes me, the answer was obvious, because even if yes, the positive answer to such a question can only be in the movies. Well, or in fantasy, and then life, real life. What did I want to hear? I wanted to hear “Yes”, but pretended to be satisfied with the answer “No”.

With such a deception of myself, I lived for a long time, and during this time I became more deeply immersed in the topic, the name of which is kukold. Fear, anxiety, jealousy - all this was mixed up as in a concrete mixer and thus brought an unusual pleasure.

And now viewing thematic porn and reading stories is not enough. I decide to tell my wife. Imagine the everyday life of an ordinary family, the older ones at the grandmother, the small one is sleeping, in the kitchen, I am behind the laptop, the wife is chopping something.

- Janym (my soul - translation), imagine, there are families who invite a third to their bed, some kind of horror ...
“Well, why, it's their life, and if they want it, then there's nothing wrong with that,” she answered without turning around and continuing to chop something carefully.

She was standing in a short dress, who sat neatly on a narrow waist and stretching a little on her hips. On the buttocks were two red spots from the fact that before this had been sitting for a long time cleaning the rice at the table. These two specks dragged me into a violent fantasy.

Her waist is covered by a tall man, not muscular, but taut. Kisses her on the neck from which my fat little girl stands still with a knife in her hands. One hand slips to the buttocks and he leans towards the shoulder. The second hand gently opens the ear from the hair, throwing them is not the other shoulder. The wife bows her head to the side, opening up even more space from shoulder to ear. And this gesture does not remain unnoticed. A man with large lips goes around every centimeter to the skin of this blond bitch. These actions did not create an intermittent rustling around, when suddenly peace is destroyed by a short moan. This is his hand beating the open spaces of the wide buttocks, snuck into the bosom, aggressively pushing her legs apart.

With one hand, she leaned on the tabletop, while the other reached out to grope for her conqueror. With the very first hit, she grabbed the knob, feeling her slightly raised hand dived into her pants. And already in outline you can see how she passionately massages his penis with her lush and most likely already wet palm.

- Why are you indignant with this !? - Loudly asked his wife, pulling me out of the abyss of sweet fantasy. Realizing that I missed the whole monologue decided to improvise.

My wife was facing me, one hand on her belt, and the other was swinging a knife. I got up from the table, walked over, dug into her lips, and wrapped my hands around both holes. Hearing a grateful moan blurted out
- Well, then we will invite a man to fuck you ...
- And you and I have enough - mumbled through kisses, adding - if you so want.

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