The faded autumn morning was marked by the fact that when I woke up, for the first time I found myself in a cold bed in proud solitude. In our, hitherto joint bed, where he recently dragged her. He hugged her neck, and she caressed his household so flawlessly and expertly that he moaned and sighed, unable to restrain arousal. Predatory fingers fluttered in a complex artistic rhythm. It's not like he did it myself. Damsel slowly slide down. Her head dipped between his legs, and for some time the slag was slow in a teasing dance, exposing the head of the pulsating phallus, she invitingly touched her with the tip of her tongue and drove her lips. Then, clutching the tight flesh deeper, the rival slowly began to immerse her in her damn mouth. When my hubby was unspoken, I was always amazed at the size of his rising log.

It was not just great. It was huge and fat, I had never seen such a person, and personally it brought me indescribable pleasure. Together with the sweet excruciating pain, on the verge of breaking inside, the faithful gradually penetrated into me, plunging the trembling instrument completely and completely, and I was surprised after how this fits me. But this is classically, it should have been. As it was conceived by nature itself, I read somewhere that everything stretches and fits as it should. She was much smaller than me in height and body size, but tried to make him a blowjob. Personally, I did it superficially, and I could only suck only the head. The rest did not go further and rested in the throat. Mistress acted slowly. Gradually absorbing huge flesh, she wound his legs behind her back, and clasped her stunted buttocks with her hands. If anyone could stuff a whole champagne bottle into his mouth, say, I would consider it a focus at the level of circus art. However, she did it all. In vain, I underestimated the skills of an experienced whore.

Such are mediocrity and lead men from the family. And then they make ropes of them. Gradually, with rotational movements, she absorbed the entire sexual organ, exceeding the size of the slut's throat, and rested its face between the hips of the partner. The phallus disappeared, as it did not happen at all. Blessed sighed languidly, and caressed his mistress for the neck. On this miracles are not over. The girl wrapped her hand on the scrotum, and after the member put it in her mouth. How? How could all this fit in there? With such success illusionists swallow swords and pikes. In passionate forward vibrations, she pressed her face more firmly into the traitor’s stomach, and it was obvious that she did not breathe at all. However, it coils like a snake, and literally merges with the faithful bodies of the faithful. And not in a hurry, although the oxygen was blocked by her completely. Being in the twilight, in the opening of the door ajar, I clearly saw the love scene of copulation, and caught myself on the fact that the hand was wound up by a strip of strings, and one of my fingers gently touches the clitoris.

What is it? After all, I had already forgotten when I was engaged in shameful masturbation, but no, everything returned to normal and it happened by itself. My husband fucked mistress in front of my eyes, on our bed together, and I liked it. It is clear that they did not guess about my random presence, but I saw everything. I should go in and catch them doing this. To break their buzz at all costs. But for some reason I braked. I stood, afraid to move, and masturbated. She stayed on my love bed, where, in theory, I should have been, but the contemplation of the act of treason for some reason turned me on all the more strongly. Mistress did a deep blowjob for a couple of minutes without breathing, but she behaved very actively. Slowly, she moved smoothly, as if she needed absolutely no air.Finally, my husband had finished, perhaps directly into her stomach, and selflessly screamed. She calmly freed herself from the captivity of the phallus, breathing deeply, and with a groan. I opened my mouth in admiration, I trembled, shaking in deep ecstasy. A hot wave of orgasm ran through the body. I finished, satisfied with only shameful observation and stupid masturbation. Slowly, on tiptoes, moving away into the darkness, I left the apartment, and went out into the street.

I lay in a cold bed and realized that he would not return. He finally went to the nondescript woman who gave him fabulous sex. The Kama Sutra was simply resting here, and I assumed that she had a car in reserve. It turns out that a slim figure, beautiful legs, and a flat stomach are not all that will keep a man near him. Three years ago, my stomach ached, and my treating surgeon prescribed endoscopy. I swallowed a very small intestine only the third time, and then after a double dose of anesthesia. Thin flexible tube with a small light bulb on the end. Girl, how do you do it. I got up and walked around the room. On the coffee table, I found a note of the next murderous content of just a few words. "I'm leaving you. I love her". I sat on the edge of the sofa, dropping a piece of notebook sheet from my hands. So something happened that I most did not want. He left, and for some time I suspected that this would eventually happen.

I devoted myself to a career, and constantly worked overtime. Often staying up late, I carried out urgent orders, which the boss loaded me with. And paid, by the way, for the above-planned shabashka doubly. I slowly and steadily moved up the career ladder, and there was no time left for my personal life. Almost did not remain. But I earned. Unlike her husband, who worked at the school as a simple computer science teacher. He received a symbolic salary, and before our acquaintance he was vegetating in a communal flat. And I went to work with a torn briefcase, in an “artificial chuburashka tuba” in winter and summer. Until we met, and not married. At first, everything was fine, and our family relationships developed in the proper course. I put it on and bought it. I bought him a car, though not new, but reliable. His contribution to the budget of our family was scanty, but I never reproached him. I have always believed that the family does not appear on an empty place. That for strong family ties there must always be an equally strong material base. Therefore, he often had to go to bed alone, without waiting for me from work.

Then one day, at lunchtime, in which, as always, I was finishing something, the chief gave me a commission. I had to go to the contractors and make a quote. Coming out of the car near the building of the construction company, I casually glanced at the window of a small cafe located on the first floor. I looked through the window to the interior, and at one of the tables I saw my husband. He was not alone, and amused himself in the company of this nondescript faded girl. They drank coffee, chattered about something cute and laughed merrily. He whispered something in her ear, and she suddenly raised her hand, and straightened a strand of thick hair that fell on her forehead. Then gently stroked his cheek. It looked a lot like lovemaking. Or maybe not, I'm just jealous, and I wind myself up in vain. Nevertheless, I headed towards the main entrance, passing by the cafe window.

Late in the evening, when the faithful slept peacefully, I went to the site of the school where he worked, and found this girl. It was just a junior school teacher, his colleague, and she was six years younger than me. What did they do there during working hours? And what did he find so special about her? Common gray mouse. However, in a short skirt. Does a school dress code allow this? Is that how they work? Pretend to work. And their organization pretends to pay them. In general, according to Senka and hat. But the changes in our lives were evident.In bed now he was limited to a duty kiss on the cheek, and in the afternoon he often did not answer my calls, citing the fact that he had a lot of work. Is he with him, hanging around the taverns during working hours with this teacher?

No doubt he is cheating on me. With this wretchedness. ...