1. Olga The path to SW. Chapter 1
  2. Olga The path to SW. Chapter 2
  3. Olga The path to SW. Chapter 3
  4. Olga The path to SW. Chapter 4

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Olga quietly turned the key in the lock. Trying not to make a sound, went into the apartment. Judging by the silence, she realized that there were no children at home, and only then she remembered that this weekend they were supposed to be visiting her grandmother. Apparently, Andrew already drove them. Neskuchnaya night turned into a pleasant physical exhaustion. Olga took off her coat and, without taking off her shoes, went to the bedroom. The door was open.

Andrei was sitting at the computer with his back to her. From the small desktop speakers came sounds that left no doubt: the husband was watching porn. His sports pants were lowered to his knees, and the position of his right hand was clearly understood that he was not limited to watching. Standing motionless in the doorway, his wife looked over his shoulder. On the monitor, a pair of inflated youngsters with knowledge from both ends enjoyed the juicy blonde. Then the camera pulled away and the corner of the room became visible. There was a chair, on which an unsightly little man sat cuddling and looked at the intercourse in front of him. Blonde occasionally looked at him, never ceasing podmahivat expressive ass to one of his partners, and rhythmically nodded her head, without removing from the mouth a member of the second. Young people did not pay any attention to a man sitting in a corner, in all senses tightly occupied by a young lady groaning with pleasure. The shy observer himself behaved as modestly and quietly as possible, clearly not wanting to prevent the far from holy trinity from indulging in the sin of voluptuousness. Even when a man pulled his cock out of his pants, insignificant in comparison with the solid aggregate that the girl sucked eagerly on the contrary, he acted as if he was sneaking, trying not to show his presence. He began to masturbate, gritting his teeth and not taking away the greedy and at the same time shy eyes from the three bodies soaked from the very dynamic intercourse. Apparently, he was completely content to watch and jerk at how two real men - strong, brutal, brutal - fully satisfied their natural male needs, hard fucking the delicious asshole bitch.

Olga was still at the door of the bedroom. Catching her husband for masturbation, she did not feel a hint of jealousy, anger, and anything like that. She only noted that she would not mind being in the place of that blonde who had given herself to two young hot handsome women. The night I spent with Alexey returned Olga a taste for relaxed, high-quality sex. Her husband at this time, quite possibly, copulated with his own hand, looking like on the screen some alpha male appetizingly pulls unreal shafts of silicone-pumped porn actress, but Olga did not bother at all. To each his own, she thought calmly, watching Andrei speed up her movements with her hand. Meanwhile, the on-screen blonde was already taking on her face fantastically abundant portions of sperm from one of her gentlemen. The second continued to methodically peck her from behind, roughly squeezing juicy buttocks. The little man in the chair rolled up his legs, quickly moving his fist in his groin. Andrei slouched in front of the screen, letting out a soft choked low through his teeth. Olga realized that her husband was about to finish. She could still go unnoticed into another room without finding herself. But she simply wanted to sleep, and she was not going to sacrifice her own comfort to please her husband, who decided to quietly “distort” it to network porn.

- I see you are not bored here, dear? - quietly said Olga, walking into the room.

Andrey shuddered, trying to pull his pants down to the floor with one hand, and frantically clicking the computer mouse with the other. From excitement close the window with an adult movie was not immediately.Finally, the screen went out, the moans of the porn actress fell silent, and Andrew turned around, covering his crotch with both hands. Olga looked at her husband with calm curiosity. She was interested in how he would try to get out of this piquant situation, which has no options for explanations.

- Ol, I ... this ... You do not think ... Just ... - he fell silent, and nevertheless was honored to put on his pants, getting up from his chair.

Olga managed to notice that his member was erect in full force. “But you didn’t have time to finish it,” she thought with strange satisfaction. There was no vengefulness in this feeling. It was just nice for her to realize that she interrupted him just before the peak, depriving him of the final pleasure. For a minute they looked at each other in silence: Olga with a slight, slightly arrogant smile, Andrew with disappointment at not being able to finish the secret business, and at the same time with the greatest repentance, shy confession of her own guilt. In the end, he decided to voice his voice again:

- Ol, well, you and I have rarely been with you lately ... But I actually need it! - in his still uncertain voice a barely perceptible hint of boldness cut through - here I am and ... you don't allow yourself to touch yourself!

Olga remembered how, a couple of times a night, Alexey jerked off his huge dick in front of her, while she came to herself after another magical orgasm. Of course, it did not occur to him to explain himself for his masturbation. Alexey, a real man, just did what he wanted, and let her endless streams of sperm on her face. Confused, caught, guilty Andrew, with his ridiculous excuses and timid claims, was simply pitiful.

And then Olga had a completely unexpected and very tempting thought. She grinned, pulled the dress over her head, threw it to the side, remaining in some shoes, and said in an indulgent tone:

- Well, touch, since so unbearable ...

Andrei was stunned by unexpected happiness! His wife has not indulged him with excessive tenderness for a long time, and to his caress he also reacted, basically, very coolly. Now, when she undressed in front of him (by surprise, he didn’t even notice that there was no laundry under the dress), he clearly perceived it as a green light for action. Satisfied that there was such a pleasant way out of the unpleasant situation, he took a step towards her in anticipation.

- Easy! - Olga put out an outstretched hand in front of him, not allowing him to come closer - did you think I was going to fuck with you?

Andrew was taken aback.

- Well, yes ... - he did not understand, muttered.

Olga laughed openly and merrily into his face.

- Yes, damn I need your speed-gun, Andrew! You just jerked off just now! And almost finished! Now only you will inherent and already everything, arrived! And I again damn catch up. That I can without you!

“Ol, you yourself said: touch ...” the spouse retorted, shocked by her unexpectedly cheeky, frankly coarse tone.

- And did you immediately decided to poke at me with your pussy? Maybe enough already to think about yourself? And not interested in what I want?

- Do not you want the same? - Andrey naively and ingenuously clarified.

Olga only sighed in response and shook her head, thus expressing her displeasure with his lack of understanding. Then she looked up at him.

- Do you know, Andrew, what did I do all night?

Olga paused. She unbearably wanted to tell him the truth. It was a very tempting idea, but it would be very risky, of course, to confess to the husband that he was treasonable.

Despite the recently discovered lecherous character, Olga still valued her husband and her family in general. On the other hand, she understood that she had less and less respect for him as a man in a purely sexual sense. Andrey still remained for Olga's beloved, friend, comrade-in-arms, lawful spouse and father of children. But in the field of intimate relationships, she hadn’t seen him as a partner in a long time, able to satisfy her sexual needs. After a crazy night with Alexey, the husband’s bed rating in her eyes fell to critically low values, and his secret masturbation did ...

Olga suddenly remembered the words spoken by Nata yesterday, and was struck by their simple and frank wisdom. It seems that the 25-year-old fatal bisexual pyshechka on a white SUV, not burdened with particularly strict ...

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