In the morning, when I woke up, my wife was already walking around the apartment in a nightie with a turban from a towel on a washed head. After breakfast, I decided to start a conversation. Where to start, I did not know and decided to directly ask her if she had cheated on me. Probably naive to believe that the wife should admit that she changed on the first issue without an evidence base. Arguments or testimony. Of course, she said no, and she was not even alert, but I had arguments. I showed her a video clip of that video, and she was probably as stunned as I was, she turned white as if she saw a ghost, and it was strange.

I could not understand by her behavior what was wrong with her, she began to deny everything. But just watching the movie again and again. I found myself on it. Her moles, her pendant, her facial expressions and gestures, through her tears she swore that it was not her, but it seemed she did not believe in herself and her eyes. What was that? Offended by the betrayal of her lover, who shot their piquancy, she behaved as if she had been on the video, she had not even suspected about the shooting, but the girl in the video, although fascinated by the process, gives the impression of being aware of what is happening. Or indeed the horror of the phantom seen that existed then, but not deposited in the memory. Naturally, we saw who posted the video, it turned out to be the moderator of this group, by the way, he and the group were Moscow, quite far from our remote province.

We wrote a moderator a question where did he get this video from, but unfortunately it was offline. I did not believe her, she did not believe her eyes, this is how this morning passed. I do not remember what I was doing during the day, but in the evening, tired of the situation, I drank whiskey. I didn’t talk with my wife all day, and in the evening, heated with alcohol, I made my wife sit down to watch this video for interrogation with passion. We both saw how a shock of red hair rises and falls in a rhythmic passionate action, how thin fingers dance on a heaving member trying to increase the pleasure from the greedy selfless suction. The girl then freezes, plunging the entire member to the root to her mouth, then gently and handles the tongue head from all sides. And together we see a birthmark on the nose, a pendant with her zodiac sign, her facial expressions and manner. It is difficult for her to object, because words are words, and the picture is a testimony, a recorded fact. She unlocks, says that it is not she, but she herself does not seem to believe what she saw.

And although I felt offense and betrayal, yesterday’s sprouts of lust and lust turned into a desire to take revenge and humiliate it. And I started off small, I made her suck me just like on that video and of course I shot everything, but there was no background music, I interrogated her during a blow job. She seemed to understand that I had passion and lust, and answered in my opinion as I would like to hear it. I carried something standard, drunken vulgar: they called her a whore, demanded to repeat that she was a whore, pointed out exactly how to suck, she played everything, come, her eyes were closed and she really worked conscientiously. As I wrote, my wife in bed was initiativeless and passive, but today she tried. So who was she really an exemplary wife for whom sex is a given of marital relations, or a fury and beast who is greedy for sex and eager to incarnate erotic fantasies.

And at that moment I wanted her to be just a modest and amateur who, according to my desire, would have to re-cut her will to become a slutty obedient whore. I asked if my dick was tasty? She avidly answered YES. Then I asked and that member in the video liked to suck her, she did not look up from the member answered NO.I clicking on her head, asked that member fucked you? She choked, answered NO! I continued to hold her head, pushing my penis all the way to the glands, she was breathing heavily through her nose, I could feel the breath of air from her nostrils to her scrotum. I asked, did he finish in your mouth? She broke out of my grip, and said YES, there were tears in her eyes.

It makes no sense to convey our subsequent dialogue in direct speech, but the plot of it is this: in fact, she confessed, she called his name, told what had happened by chance, and told her friend. She said it as if she was hiding something, she confessed to treason, she seemed to invent the facts and the names of the circumstances, not wanting to tell the truth. What did she want to hide? He got up on the couch with his feet, lifted her to his knees, clasped her head with his hands and began to fuck her in the mouth like a sledgehammer, despite the pain and humiliation she tried to swing and selflessly sat down on my dick with all her throat.

I gave her a second break for a breath of air and continued to fuck her mouth. In these intervals, I questioned her, who is she? She whispered through moans and gurgle first and then screamed that she was a Whore, Fuck, Hu @ nipple. I curled her red hair into a fist, tore my head off my dick so that she looked into my eyes and asked why she did it? She looked into my eyes, spitting out the drool and pubic hair, said: HELPED I AM A HARE! I spat in her face, her hair was still wound on a fist, I again thrust a member into her mouth and liberally discharged her in the throat, she gasped and the whole charge of sperm, like a dragon mustache, flowed out of her mouth.

She was kneeling before me naked and miserable, she begged to forgive her, not to destroy the marriage, but I wanted revenge and suffering. She saw it and agreed to accept everything that I would prepare for her.