my jaw was tingled with memories. However, no one prevented me from immediately interrupting all this disgrace in the bud, reminding both him and her who understand who has the legal spouse and what moral obligations the marriage union usually imposes on people in a few words that everyone understands.

However, even then, looking like an adult country man without a twinge of conscience with a hefty hand grabbing my wife for the most intimate places, I seemed to have fallen into some bewitching trance. The attention of other men to my wife no longer bothered me in earnest, although she never gave me any reason to doubt my loyalty. Representing Lala in the arms of another, I was incredibly excited. At some point, I shared these thoughts with my beloved. Then Lala honored me only with a cheerful laugh, taking my words as a joke. But afterwards, when I had the opportunity, I returned to this topic more than once, and my wife finally realized that the excitement from thoughts of her possible change was not artificial nonsense, but quite a significant sexual fantasy, which I often indulged in, sweetly reveling in the intoxicating cocktail of jealousy, fear and desire. However, she didn’t share these of my inclinations at all, often making me laugh, and joked me in a joke, hinting that she might one day be tempted and make my strange dreams come true. In such cases, I always came into a state of indescribable state: on the one hand, I was angry at her hints, and I was jealous, but on the other hand, deeply heated by passion with passion of consciousness, I would have been unbearable that someday Lala’s sexual relations with others real part of our relationship. And above all this mess of feelings always lay a banal fear of the unknown. How could her betrayal affect us, I really had no idea. I could not even say how prepared I was for such a turn in our married life.

Anyway, all this was just fantasies and half serious conversations. In fact, we lived quite a traditional family lifestyle. The basis of our relationship was real, deep and selfless love and reciprocity in everything. In an intimate sense, everything was also pretty standard and full. Sex suit us both. Lala loved to feel my rather big member in me, and I was always happy to give her another bright bodily pleasure. In short, everything was always normal. But now...

Now, Lala, without any hesitation, filled her intimate charms before a barely familiar man, who was fatherly suitable for her age, looked at his body with undisguised interest and savored his sperm in her mouth with sincere pleasure. And she was obviously not going to devote me to the details of her new hobby. Such changes at the same time frightened and turned me on. I raised myself on my elbows and decided on another question:

- How did he treat you?

The phrase was given with difficulty. Words did not want to fly off a parched tongue. Lala turned in my direction again.

- Perfectly! - she pressed her palms to her naked chest, she answered, paused for a couple of seconds and added with a little boastful intonation, - I treated me with delicious food ...

This turn in the conversation was already much more interesting! Remembering exactly what kind of delicacy Murad was feeding Lalu on the beach, I barely heard:

- What?

- BUT? - as if not having heard, Lal asked, forcing me to repeat.

- What did he feed you with? - I still said it softly, barely moving my tongue that was numb with emotion.

“Is she really confessed now ?!” This thought instantly put me on the brink of the abyss, the step in which I had dreamed for so long, and I was so afraid to fall into it.

“Strawberries ...” Lala offered dreamily and sweetly.

I felt, as if only from her voice, my mind instantly clouded with viscous hot madness, and the penis straightened up in a crazy tide of new erection. Lala threw Amina’s thinnest white tunic over her shoulders and turned around to show me the chosen outfit. A weightless fabric, gently wrapped around the elegant forms of my wife, not so much covering her nakedness, but rather focusing on the most expressive parts of her beautiful body. It seemed to me that Lala was in front of me only in order to distract me from the conversation, which had time to turn off in the direction which was not the most convenient for her. She was obviously not going to talk about “protein syrup”. I gritted my teeth and inhaled deeply with my nose, firmly intending not to back down.

- So how? Liked? - I asked with a slight threat.

My wife opened her tunic for a split second with her hands, allowing me to see everything that I had only recently been allowed to admire, and immediately brought the floors together. For some reason I wanted to hide my excitement from Lala, and I pulled the blanket over myself, covering the frantic riser.

- Ooh! - Lala gasped out, squinting from pleasant memories, - Murad has such a delicious variety! ..

I wanted to tear and toss, but in no way could I reveal to her that I know a little more than she deigned to tell. I feverishly figured out how it would be possible to unleash my wife to greater frankness, but nothing came to mind. A wave of bitter annoyance already overwhelmed me, but then a burning thought came to my mind, and I did not have time to think about it at all, and the words themselves had already flown from my quivering lips:

- Tastier than my sperm ?!

I as if heard this question from the side. My voice sounded dull and uncertain. Having uttered these words, I immediately realized how silly I looked. Besides, Lala could guess that I knew something. However, outwardly, she did not show the slightest confusion and answered without delay and hesitation:

- Much, dear! Sorry! - she giggled shortly and jokingly licked the tip of the tongue on the upper lip, pulling more tightly into a short tunic.

I wanted her madly and was ready to rush to her to drag her into bed and firmly tear off her beautiful wretch to new cries of orgasm, and then pour her shameless mouth with her sperm, which Lala so gladly traded for a new “brand.” I almost sat on the bed, but a knock at the door nailed me to the spot, forcing me to take a recumbent position again and hastily cover the sticking penis with a blanket.

- Youth, kebab ready! - heard the cheerful voice of Murad, and the door immediately abruptly and widely opened, easily letting into the room of the smiling host. Why he knocked was incomprehensible. At least, he did not wait for permission to enter for a second.

I pulled a blanket up to my throat, treacherously lifting up between my legs. Lala turned to face the door, automatically releasing the tunic floor, which immediately dispersed a little to the side. This was more than enough to demonstrate the absence of underwear on her. Murad glanced down at her and immediately turned his fervent look on me.

- Samir! Are you cold? - he cheerfully addressed me, however, without giving an answer, - look how your wife dressed up lightly and nothing!

He nodded in the direction of Lala, who was standing motionless in the center of the room in a practically hiding tunic, and then looked exclusively at her, shamelessly twisting the half-naked body of my wife, frankly lascivious gaze. He was wearing only wide shorts and slates.

- Oh! - Lala finally realized, and hastily buttoned several buttons far apart.

Now the fabric was even more tight on every curve of the young body, making Lalu amazingly sexy. The tunic was so short that from below it barely reached the middle of the buttocks. However, in the front, it was still somewhat longer, thanks to which it was possible to preserve at least some remnants of decency. But overall, my wife looked incredibly seductive.

- Well, beautiful, ready for the bath? - winked at her Murad .... Read more →