Spring is finally - I thought, walking through the park, filled with the smells and scents of flowering trees, lilacs and beautiful handicraft roses. I think most people in our country associate this time of year with something special and it seems that nature itself comes to life and wakes up after a long hibernation. Hmm ... and after all, our relations with my wife after that blizzard and cold crazy night, played with new colors, as if someone had breathed new life into them - I thought drawing parallels with the blooming trees and looking at this infinite number of crimson-red artisanal roses. After that night, my wife waited a couple of days just before the New Year, without consulting me, wrote an application for dismissal.

Victor did not appear at work, and his wife who flew in from the meeting, acting as director of the company, had long convinced her husband of her reckless act. Having lied to her about an even more advantageous offer in another company, Natasha convinced her to sign a statement, which certainly upset Svetlana, since their relations were not bad enough. Immediately after the Christmas holidays, the spouse got a job working for a travel agency, an office that was located opposite our house, even if the salary was significantly lower and amounted to some 20,000 rubles, it did not upset us at all. In the same sexual life as a family, complete understanding and harmony reigned, and believe me, this process was not so bright until Victor. After all, now we knew each other's desires and fantasies after seeing that she liked the attention of men, I allowed her to flirt and flirt with them and literally lit up in her a fucking light that I saw in her eyes every time I met Natasha from work.

She knew that I liked to watch her flirt with any guy and listen to stories about another client who called her to Thailand, Bali and even Gelendzhik. Sexual frank dresses, erotic lingerie that I had previously seen only became a permanent place in her daily wardrobe, because that lustful night turned her attitude towards this, revealing a new and even fucking essence in her. Since then, everything has become completely different and each time getting ready for work, another hen party or even a regular trip to the grocery store, she spent much more time tidying herself up: make-up, hairstyle, clothes that always emphasize her sexy breasts and ass. a hundred times, then wore, then removed, thereby tiring me. During these fittings, she literally acted on my nerves:

- Maybe a black skirt above the knees, with a long slit at the back and a white blouse, I will unbutton the buttons and my boobs will be visible hidden in a lace bra? Hmmm, and maybe a yellow dress below the knees is less revealing, but I won’t wear a bra under it and it will look sooooo horny? No, no, no, I thought of wearing a white tight little transparent lace short dress and under it will be visible my lingerie !!! This is how almost every day of our family life began.

But the most important intrigue of the winding and forcing her to flow as a lustful bitch remained the game with the boss. By the way, the fact that Egor Alexandrovich, 40, is now her new leader, flirted with her literally hinting at the bed during the interview and forced her to get a job. He was the exact opposite of Victor and obviously didn’t particularly attract my wife, had a rounded tummy, small short hands, smoothly shaved bald head and hair on sensations covering his body from head to toe, and his gait seemed to be constantly interfered with made me smile ironic. Despite this, he peretrahal almost all of its employees in the office with 3 children and 4 marriages.

From the very beginning, he praised Natasha, telling how good she looks and her gentle voice will convince any client to take advantage of their travel agency (unless of course he is a man). She answered him in return, and already after a month of work, dinners with him in the restaurant, fresh flowers standing on her desk every Monday, evening calls and sms in confessions of love became commonplace, and it wildly turned us both on. Despite the flirtation and the manifestation of reciprocity, Natasha remained inaccessible to him, she just played with his feelings, driving his head crazy and only once allowed herself too much, and then, at my request, standing and hugging him under the windows of our house. By the way, the fact that she allowed him at that moment to stroke and slap her on the ass made me run out of the apartment and meeting in the elevator with this “fuck” I first made her suck me. (It may sound strange, but we didn’t have any oral or anal sex with her.) Once, her newly-made friend Katya even called me and said that Natasha had to quit her otherwise our marriage would collapse, and she wants us only good and inviting me to her house in the evening she had to tell me everything in more detail, to which she received my firm refusal. (Eh girlfriends)))) But in one thing she was right, sooner or later, her dismissal could not be avoided, since the rejected man would obviously not let her work.

Returning after a walk from the park in high spirits, seeing them cooing near our entrance, I realized that my wife did not have a long time to work, because Yegor Alexandrovich’s sperm had already rolled up, apparently, to my very throat, and he invited me and my wife to his country house. birthday.

- Take your husband this will not cause suspicion of my wife! - Egor said eagerly looking into the neckline of her blouse. “What suspicions we have with you is nothing and Egor cannot be, I like you, but each of us has our own personal life,” Natulya said in a tender voice.

“Know that I will achieve you, and whatever you want will be yours in this world,” he said, drawing her waist to himself with his left hand, and with his right hand running her silky shiny hair like silk.

“We’ll definitely come, fluffy,” Natalya said, sweeping across his hairy chest with her tender palm.

“Ahhh, what are you doing to me, Natalie - he almost growled,” he said. The wife slowly freed herself from his embraces and slowly walked toward our porch, wagging her round booty, covered in white jeans, from which she could see her tiny thongs just above. He stood looking after her until she was out of sight and at that moment I really wanted to quip and give him a handkerchief, rubbing at the spittle, but I restrained myself:

- Hi Egor - I shouted to him loudly, which made him flinch.

- Hi Andrew, I have already spent Natasha go and catch up with her safe and sound - he said, pretending to be very kind.

- Thank you, do you happen to be fond of dancing? I asked, smiling sarcastically at the same time as I entered the entrance of my house.

“Hmm ... no," he answered, clearly not understanding my smile.
- Zhaaaal, it means not to drive you in the back seat with models having a personal driver - I said almost laughing, which caused even more surprise for this dog.

That evening we fucked on a sleeping bed longer than usual, presenting and fantasizing different pictures:

- Do you want me to kiss him? - She asked, riding me from the top starting slow gentle movements on my penis.

“Oh, yes, I want him to get into your panties at this moment with your palm and feel how wet you are,” I said, grabbing her buttocks and kissing the left right breast again and again, forcing her to increase the pace.

- Mmmmm, yeah, I’m a Whore, I like to feel like a whore - Natasha often breathed, fidgeting at my cock even faster.

- Daaaaaaa bitch - leaning back and squeezing her breasts, I just lay there and was surprised by the process, as if from my humble little log, the spouse turned into a fatal skilful whore if only for me.

- Do you want a cute, do you want him to fuck me like a whore? - She asked literally already jumping on my penis ....