- Oh yes yes. Ebi me as the last whore. Stronger. - Shouted Rita in ecstasy, leaning on the dining table, while I was standing behind and holding her waist gouged her crack.
- Do you like? - I growled. - Little fuck.
- Yes, fuck your damn. Deeper. Come on. AAA. - Twitched wife in convulsions orgasm. I, too, was on the verge and managed to take out firing thick sperm on her ass, the jet was so strong that it hit the skirt and black shirt upraised at the waist leaving a thick whitish color on things.

I stepped back and pulled on my lowered pants with shorts, sat down wearily on a chair.
- May continue dinner. - I dipped my throat with orange juice. The meat has already cooled.
- Pancake. You got me all dirty. Things in the wash. I could not finish on the floor. - Rita towel was washing my seed from the skirt and shirt.
- You could have been in you. - I chuckled.
- Igor, well, we talked about this. Especially since I have dangerous days today.
- Yes, I know. Work, career.
- C'mon. Our ancestors of grandchildren will have time to pinch their time - Rita finally brought herself in a relative order and sat opposite, imposing a salad on herself.
- How are things at work? - I asked her.
- Yes, good. What can happen to the secretary when she has a boss woman. And you have.
- Yes, too bad. We received another big order for the park project.

Rita and I sat in our kitchen, literally half an hour ago, when we arrived from work. I usually drove her and we had dinner at home. Well, today's passion is right at the table. Well, quite often we had sex with her where we didn't get. And then she came home and sat down to dinner as the roof blew off. Yes, and I did not mind confess. We have been living in Germany for a couple of years now, I am 32 and I am a design designer, our company in Moscow has opened a branch here, and that's how I became the deputy head here. Rita also with a good knowledge of the language got a job at a company selling lingerie. To the wholesale office as secretary to the head of the Eastern Europe department. In marriage, we have 4 years. Rita is 25 and she has an awesomely beautiful brunette with a short haircut. Not tall meter sixty-five. Aspen waist, plump ass, slender legs. Hard breasts of the second size. Charming smile. It was something to go crazy. Not a model of course, but very feminine.

We have no children yet. Although they still wanted to live in Moscow. But here in Germany they decided not to strain, but to wait for returning home.
- Listen and what are you today. Straight fell. - I asked my wife.
- Yes, just like that, I really wanted to. What are you against.
- Of course not. But still there is a reason. Come on come on.
- Well. - Rita was a little embarrassed. - There was nothing to do at work. So I began to climb the network. And I found that in the nearby town there is a type of street with brothels. Well, there are also girls standing on the street, their clients are shooting.
- So what? - In our city, too, there are brothels. Here in Germany they are everywhere and quite legally.
- Yes, and how do you know? Was there?
- Do not fool Rit. I love you and everything suits me. Guys gab at work. You better not leave the topic. Well, you found this site and what?

- Yes, there are pictures, well, advertising brothels and the girls that work for them, the list of services and prices, photos of girls who stand on the streets. And you know, I presented myself in their place. What I work in a brothel and here comes a client and buys me. And I have all kinds of sex services. And he fucks me as he likes, rudely, assertively in all holes, and he absolutely does not care for my pleasure. Or how I'm standing on the street and a car pulls up to me and the man in it takes me off. I sit down to him and he pays me for a blowjob. In general, I didn’t finish my thoughts at work. Ate to the house waited.
- Not understood.Do you want to be a slut or something? - I was taken aback.
- Fool. What does it have to do with it? - Rita was indignant. - I'm not talking about becoming a whore, but I like to imagine such a situation. And yes, I probably would like to try what it feels like when they take you like a whore. It is so exciting. Imagine you drive up to a girl and shoot her, pay her thirty euros and she gives you a blowjob. I would like to try?

- Well I do not know.
“And if I stand there.” I would like you to take me down.
- Why do we need it?
- Well, honey. I want to. This is my bzik today. - Rita sat on my knees and gently rubbed her nose on my ear.
- And how do you imagine this? - I gave up.
- Well, I'll dress like those girls. Then we will go to that street, it is big so there are plenty of places. I will stand up wherever you are, and you will drive up in ten minutes and take off me.
- Why not before?
- There is a one-way traffic on the map, so just about ten minutes and you will turn around.

- And if someone comes up to me and wants to remove you.
- Well, I do not agree. Well pozigravayu with the client and refuse. Or the price I will call for example two hundred euros, who would agree.
- Well, if so. Okay.
- Thank. - Rita kissed me on the cheek. - I ran to dress. Wait here for a prankster.

I agreed to the idea of ​​Rita. She is still an inventor of mine. Constantly came up with something. I remember when we went to Germany by train, had sex right in the toilet while someone was constantly knocking to us. It was fun to look at the faces of the passengers when we went out. Or the case a couple of months ago when she gave me a blowjob on the last row in the cinema, the benefit to the people was miserable, as a couple of students glanced at us from the next row in the darkness. So this offer of hers didn’t look straight with anything. Especially today is Friday and tomorrow is the day off. To the neighboring town is an hour away. Why not.

Rita got dressed after an hour. When she entered the room I went nuts, I never saw my wife like that. Red wig long to the waist, not very catchy makeup, just emphasizing the natural beauty of the face. A short blue shirt with sleeves for a third, tied with a knot just above the navel under which there was clearly no bra, as evidenced by the tips of the nipples pressed into the fabric, exposing such an alluring navel. The dark burgundy pencil skirt just above the knees was clearly tight and betrayed even more eroticism of her elastic ass, black stockings and high-heeled shoes emphasized the youth and slimness of her legs. Rita looked awesome. Looking at her, my friend has already begun to move in his pants.

- I'm ready. Drool pick up. Go. - Smiling she said.
An hour later, we were in a nearby town, and drove along the street where the whores stood and the storefronts and advertising of brothels were burning. On the street there was not so much light, there were quite dark places where the light of street lamps did not reach or the neon light of shop windows and advertisements. We made two rounds, I spotted the time and, as expected, it took about ten minutes for the turn, since the movement due to the late time was not very active. Although while driving down the street, there were twenty cars at a time, maybe a little more. Passengers who drove slowly and looked at the girls on both sides of the curb, we even saw how they stopped at one or another group of girls. There were not too many girls either, maybe thirty, forty but not more. All were dressed pretty erotic. But I noticed that almost everyone looked shabby. Young and beautiful, obviously there were very few. I was even jarred by the sight of old fat aunts who had put on tight-fitting dresses and painted in bright makeup.

- Here. Brakes. - Rita poked on the second lap in a rather dark alley where there was no one for a hundred meters in both directions, and opposite the street a lighted sign of a brothel shone.
- Are you sure? - I asked slowing down at the curb.
- Yes, you see. There is not anyone. So I will wait for you here. - Rita got out of the car and got up on the sidewalk by the alley.

I stood for a while, watching as she leaned against the wall, twisting her leg, and lit a cigarette and started off. Trying not to hurry too much, but still in a platoon I made a circle and slowly drove along the street.Approaching the site, I saw an Audi standing on against Rita, ...

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