her, stroking her head, and saying that he did not stand up for her defense, because he was very angry with her because of her fucking look and behavior, and besides, she had a number of other protector, her hahoah Igor. She burst into tears sobbing, many visitors began to pay attention to us, I was ashamed, and I began to ask for forgiveness from my wife. In response, she smiled gratefully and kissed me on the lips, but when she sucked passionately, it seemed to me that it stinks from her mouth with sperm. I roughly pushed her away from disgust, but did not calculate my strength, and she almost fell down — the table prevented this, but the glasses flew to the floor, which broke into small pieces.

The waiter asked us to calm down, otherwise he would demand to leave the establishment. I apologized, assuring him that I would pay for the broken glasses. Having poured a glass of champagne for Lena, I poured myself a full glass of vodka and offered her a drink for reconciliation. She happily grabbed her glass, and clinking with me, drank to the bottom. I also drained my own glass, after which my head was noticeably noisy - I already had enough of that. Understanding that I had to get out of here before something bad happened, I told her that we were rounding off. She nodded her head, I called the waiter, asking for the bill, and after a couple of minutes, paying ours, and, to my, to say the least, displeasure, I left the check, I took the check, then to tear off the pseudo-friend of his duty, and my wife, calling a taxi, left the restaurant. While we were waiting for the car, Lena clung to me, and no wonder - it was very cool, and she was practically naked, excluding a mini-dress and jacket. I sat back in the waving wheel, I put my hand on her thigh, my head was rustling as if drums were blowing along, and for some reason my hand crept up, but reaching her crotch, I didn’t find panties. I semi-consciously asked her:

- Where are the pants sowed, bitch lascivious?

The driver, having heard this question, looked in the mirror, and not seeing the panties between the widely divorced legs of my drunk wife, got distracted, drove onto the sidewalk and almost drove into the lamppost. Cursing, he crossed himself, and when he landed us near our entrance, he sighed with relief. Barely moving my legs, I, with the help of Lena, who was a little more sober than me, entered the elevator that lifted us to the right floor. Lena slipped into the bathroom, and I, finding myself in the bedroom, instantly fell asleep.

When Lena returned from the bathroom, I already slept deeply. Waking up at night from the dry house, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, I wanted to drain it, but realizing that I would get drunk again, I took a jar of pickled cucumbers from the fridge, poured half a cup of pickle from this jar and drank greedily. Returning to the bedroom, I hugged Lena, who slept in a nightdress, around the waist. Nightgown rode up to the waist, opening my wife's delicious naked ass. Stroking her silky buttocks, I got excited and moved my hand between her legs, pulling at the tender lips of her bosom. Lena in a dream groaned, but did not wake up, and I began to pull at her lips, which seemed to feel swollen.

The finger easily fell inside, and I was surprised to find an abundance of moisture, and most importantly, in its narrow and tight pussy was unusually spacious, so spacious it happens after I open it with my rather big member, which I have the right to be proud of - it is long reaches 20 cm, and in a girth of 6 cm. But I did not fuck her today, it means that someone else did it !!! Angry, I outside myself began to look for traces of sperm, but I did not find it, and then I remembered that she immediately rushed into the bathroom. Well, of course, she removed the traces of treason! That same bitch, I thought about Igor, was pretending to be a friend, and made me the owner of weighty horns! I broke into her wet pussy in a rage and literally in a minute pumped her up with my sperm. But my experiences did not last long, as my exhausted body required rest, and I fell into a heavy sleep. I slept until 11 am, my head almost did not hurt, to my surprise, and I, putting my hand on the next pillow, did not find Lena there.With some heavy feeling, I tried to restore the chain of yesterday's events, which caused a headache in me. Then a pleasant aroma of coffee struck my nose, and I, like a zombie, went to the kitchen, where I found Lena, who smiled at me and poured me a cup of coffee.

- How did you sleep, honey? She asked innocently.

- Sucks! And you? - taking the conditions of her game I asked.

- Yes, too, not so hot, I dreamed that you raped me, and when I got up, I found your sperm in me. Have you taken advantage of the fact that I slept and finished in me ?! We agreed that we are not planning children yet!

- What are you, bitch bitch, gave Igor, who ended up in you, and persecute me ?! Well, you and a whore!

- Are you completely crazy? Need to drink less!

- Though I drank too much, I didn’t fuck other women, although there were enough of them in the tavern, and even quite nice ones, unlike you! What, completely crazy, surrender to my partner? I trusted you like myself, in return I received horns! You pussy thought or how?

- Yes, you got your Igor! You are my first and only man, and if you insult me ​​once more with your dirty speculation, I will leave you with the child. Did you see how I cheated on you?

- I didn’t see it, but you were absent with Igor for so long, and after that you still had one! And your narrow pussy then became a pelvis, in which I was hanging out like in a well, and the place was wet!

- You fucked the sleeping wife, ponchal in it, something imagined something to you, and I, means, whore! You just went to the roof, Andrew! I kept silent about your exploits in the tavern, when I saw that you were picking in some kind of slut's underpants, and you accuse me of treason with Igor ?!

- Okay, drove, this girl herself sat down with me, but I did not change you, drove her. - The confident tone of Lena confused me, and besides, I thought that maybe it really seemed to me that her pussy was broken, or had a dream, because I remembered very vaguely everything after drinking. By the same time, I myself had a snout with a gun - my wife noticed my shura-mura with that girl, and I decided not to continue the stupid argument, having no evidence of her betrayal, and hugging Lena, told her:

- As you wish. Hush up the case. For once, got drunk on glory, and immediately a scandal! Need to drink less, all the troubles of vodka! Sorry, wife, fool, I hurt you not for that.

- That's it, dear, and thank God, but it almost did not reach the divorce because of your glitches. I got you a girl, and never once gave a reason to doubt my loyalty, and you want to make me slut! Everything, so be it, was hushed up, but if you once again tell me your complaints about my loyalty, I will leave without words.

On this, our disagreements stopped, I had breakfast, smacked Lenka on the lips and went to work, where Igor seemed to look at me with a little fear, and Arthur, the main one of us, met with obvious disapproval and threw me what I could and warn you about being late. Well, the day passed as always, in different negotiations, trips, etc., and Igor, as it seemed to me again, worked most of all and with some kind of enthusiasm. Around noon, Igor and I went out for a smoke. Everyone took out their own cigarettes, but neither me nor he had a cigarette lighter. Groping in his pockets, he pulled out some kind of black cloth, unfolding which, he looked at him with surprise, it was a thong, like two peas in a pod like a thong of my wife! Completely driving in that these are Lena's thongs, he quickly put them in his pocket. And then I remembered that in a taxi that took us home yesterday, there weren't those very strings on Lena!

Continuation will follow if readers are interested in it.