- A happy family. Part 1
- Happy family. Part 2
- Happy family. Part 3
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in the mirror they just looked like statues at each other right in the eyes fearing to go dry. Driving through another darkened section of the road, I just lost sight of them and only the car that was driving towards us showed a picture from which I almost pressed sharply on the brakes.
Ohhhh say that they sucked it means not to convey all the passion in the backseat, for a second I saw that Victor's huge hand, crawled under the dress grabbing my wife for her now fucking ass, thereby pressing her stronger to his mighty body, dark God, what to do next, because I can stop all this, again the light, I see how the right breast of my wife flew out of the dress, and Victor's left hairy hand squeezes it with force, while continuing to kiss my wife in a hickey, this cable clearly intended to fuck her in the back seat of our car, the shirt on his body somehow magically turned out to be unbuttoned, she hugged his body under his shirt, even more pressing him to himself (as it is possible for 15 seconds, I thought to unbutton his shirt), dark, dark again and no matter how turning because of excitement, my cock just pulled out of my pants, again a string of cars and she should make them stop. I thought for sure, oh God, she stretched out his hand to his pants and caressed his cock through pants, lowered dress to the middle and completely bare breasts torn As a result of their passion, the strap that held her right lacy stocking made it all from the side of her like the heroine of one of those films that we watched with her.
With one hand he went down to her pussy and made forward movements obviously not gently stroking as I usually do, (Fool, I myself insisted to put on panties with a cut, he probably already loaded his fingers there bastard), he sucked his lips with his other hand her chest seemed to be a wanderer, who traveled to the water in the desert, my slut in front of my eyes was spreading her beautiful legs more and more to immerse his fingers, and now I saw clearly he quickly fucks her with fingers, and she doesn’t moan her teeth. Without letting my girl continue and unbutton her so cherished fly that she apparently tried to grope at that moment, and besides, to maintain the integrity of her boss's shoulder, the song ended unexpectedly for them and I decided to exclaim in a loud voice:
- But I really liked your dance.
I heard a rustle of heavy breathing of both and not even a big moan of the spouse (they don’t think that I can’t hear all their fuss) Victor breathed heavily and quickly:
- Thanks Andrew, I can give you some dance lessons.
- Yes, I will agree to your invitation because it was the first and last time you danced with my wife, only my person will continue to please her with it - I said, unconditionally thinking not about the dance.
My wife did not say anything at all at that moment and only Victor quietly afraid that I would hear said:
- Sorry, I could not resist.
- I myself am to blame - said the spouse.
Having decided to wit, I asked:
What is your own fault Natasha? There was a 30 second pause - So what I can not hear?
Victor decided to take the initiative into his own hands and said: This is about her hurt leg, and I tell her that this is because of the cretin dancing like an arangutan. (She did not hurt her leg, but her own head, just like I was not out loud, but I said to myself)
“Of course, she’s not, of course someone else. They’re always to blame for their women,” I said laughing. “By the way, we already arrived, you can get out of the car a dancer.” - I confidently turned to Victor.
The door opened and something quickly picking up Victor literally jumped out of the car and walked toward his house.
- Tantsooooooor you forgot your jacket go take it, I shouted after it.
“I'll pick it up tomorrow,” Victor answered, without turning around, it was clear that he did not fully fasten his shirt and did not want to be caught red-handed at the crime scene.
Well, the whore went home - I said rudely, pushing the gas pedal with force, so that the car roared and rushed forward with great speed.
- Wait, wait, don't drive, let me explain - she trembled.
Sharply pressing the brake pedal and stopping the car after some time in the middle of a dark and snowy alley where only white large flakes of snow lit it, quickly getting out of the car I opened the back seat of the car and said:
- Come out whore.
- Stepping out of the car with tears in her eyes, she began to say something, but at that moment I did not hear her. Taking her hand and leading her to the hood of our car, looking straight into my eyes, I asked:
- Nothing will happen, I will not touch you and trust me with your finger! Just answer honestly and everything ... DO YOU LOVE ME? If I hear, I don’t know, or even the word NO, we’ll just go home, I never lied to you and you know that I am telling you the truth! - I said in a confident voice.
- My sunshine, you can’t even imagine how I love you, I don’t know how to get it ... I broke off her words with a passionate kiss in a hickey as hard as ever having pressed her to me with one hand! Putting her on the warm hood of our car, I tore off the second stocking, untouched by Viktor, between her legs with one hand, pulled off the dress straps and began to greedily kiss her breasts.
- Sunny, honey, I want you to fuck me, please, I can no longer hold back - she almost said moaning.
Taking off his pants sharply and spreading her legs to the sides, I abruptly entered her from what, I heard from her mouth almost bestial howl echoing throughout the alley, not arbitrarily, she lay back on the hood of our Mercedes and began to moan loudly. With quick and sharp movements, I began to fuck her hard and that was strange, but at that very moment I understood the meaning of this word not “make love”, “sex”, but fuck so that those not numerous birds sitting in the trees with each the moan became less and less.
- You wanted Victor, you wanted him to fuck you, right?
- Daaaaaa, fuck me, please do not stop quickly - she screamed. Putting her cancer, she quickly arched her back and waited when I entered her:
Well, what are you waiting for, my love, I want to finish and I can not finish more - she screamed.
- I will enter you if you promise to behave approximately and not to flirt with Victor any more!
- Of course, my love, I will not allow this anymore. After these words, I sharply drove my dick into her juicy pussy and began to fuck her with sharp deep and not fast, squishing movements, gradually increasing my rhythm of movements! I often recall and present this picture from the outside as among a dark alley, on the hood of a car standing in the middle of the 2 loving people indulged in love joys! Neither cold, nor frost, nor thin dress and light clothes could not tear them apart from each other, on that dark and snow-white night. Love it or animal passion show time!
Dear reader, do not scold me much if you didn’t like the story, because this is the first thing I wrote in my life and if you don’t like the story, put a minus so I’ll know that I don’t need to continue it, and I will not write more accordingly, Something liked to put a good grade and wait for the continuation))))
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Put 9ku! In principle, the continuation of waiting, it is written well! But, I will express my BUT)))
In my opinion, everything went on as usual and in the car, in the backseat, I personally - I see an obvious bust! It is more important that the husband notices how his wife and chef hug each other, how they whisper and gradually the chef’s hand goes to his wife’s ass, and he wouldn’t see the other hand, but he would flash in the mirror from passing cars ... languid and blurred look wife. And from time to time the wife would specially look in the mirror so that her eyes and the eyes of her husband would intersect.Look, love, look, you wanted me to flirt with my boss and, as it were, with his eyes ... do you know where his hand is now? ) So what would be the intrigue of exactly where the hands of the chief and the wife’s hand are now. And almost tearing off clothes, despite the fact that the husband is sober and driving - as it is superfluous.
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Thank you, I will consider! I said that I had never written anything at all so I cannot make a story, as experienced writers do! I agree with the remark.
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I started reading and thought well again, my husband - the Kukkold rag wanted to quit reading already ... but I really liked the ending. If I give advice, I will try, and I’m glad that such a “booze” went, then the husband should also participate and not be a cooker ... otherwise it’s just trite and not interesting.
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I agree!
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Hmm, yes, the nerves of the boss's body are described as too much on the nerves. muscles and cubes. I agree that this is really fed up, and in this story it is completely bloated. They do not need greasy hair and beer belly. But debility muscles with cubes are also not needed. And the expression of "powerful males" generally vybeshivaet nausea.
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This is your opinion and I respect him!
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+10! Written interesting, exciting. Be sure to continue.
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I liked the story, unequivocally write further, although you undoubtedly dissemble that you have not written stories before - there is no confusion in the presentation, there are almost no blunders and elaboration of characters, no - not characters - images, it is obvious. Unconventionally (well, except for the press cubes under the clothing of the brutal-alpha-male), it is interesting. But the main thing is that in your presentation it is very appropriate to continue how to develop such a plot ... that’s the question. I would love to read the sequel ...
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I do not need to be cunning and I have not written the lines before!
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And I do not agree with the first comment. The author did everything right for the wife, it’s all new and she couldn’t behave that way, only passion could make them kiss and it’s in your story that everything is harmonious — the husband seems to want it, but it’s one thing of imagination in the head and another . Therefore, write as you see fit. Everything is logical with you than with other authors, and this is very impressive.
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Always happy when everyone expresses his opinion! I do not say that I am right) The fact is that for my wife - yes, you write correctly, this is new, just like for a husband! But the boss is not aware of their desires, right? From my point of view, it would be more real, in this situation ... to crawl under the dress to his wife, caressing through the clothes. For the first time - it would be quite enough and brought both the husband and the wife! And when the boss came out, the husband would have driven off and thumped into the back seat of his wife, who was soaked with panties from the surging passion and the whole situation. But to unbutton a shirt on the chief - imho, nonsense! The husband is sitting behind the wheel, he is sober, as it were, but the boss has not even been stripped before his pants.
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The story was not written badly, but in my opinion the husband wanted his wife to cheat on him, but when he saw that he turned on the back one, I think it wasn’t quite right, or he would have already joined him -)) something like this 9.
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Well, right and wrong, the story is good because, firstly, it’s gone from the “right” template, and secondly, the theme is “to be or not to be, that’s the QUESTION” ... this is interesting. ... The husband turned out to be a tough nut, able to solve such issues, but the wife is unfortunately the only way, to be a slut for her, because the main hero of the CAM has made her a whore, she is a miserable creature, perhaps the essence of the project is the description of the female Cuckold ...especially, there her lover’s wife looms on the horizon, and the boss himself is defeated - finally and irrevocably, with a certain amount of neglect - “come out the dancer - come” ... no - definitely beautiful husband ... let them stay that way, okay?
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No, judging by the estimated story should not continue. Thank you all for the comments and each of you has his own rights, but I can’t write so that everyone likes)))) I’m not at the same level)
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But it is in vain !!! At the moment you have a score of 7.5 - this is a pretty decent score for your first story. And you can never guess everything, just write and that's it, it's worth reading the comments, but not adjusting to every opinion! Someone like a husband who will participate in the adventures of his wife and allow them to do it himself, but someone like him - husband is a rag, spermolysis)
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Dear sex_master correctly agitate washsex to continue the story because the person is clearly talented and unfortunately there are less and less quality stories in this genre and the author has everything with taste and intrigue ...
Please do not disappoint your new readers and continue this wonderful story ...
sex_master it's good that you value other people's talents and try to inspire them, but for one thing I want to remind you that you also owe a favor in the form of the continuation of the Wife to hire
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from me +10 go on, only I agree with the last speaker to make a wife a whore and not a husband with spermolysis there are enough of them here
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