It didn't go according to plan. After almost a week of departure, I returned a day earlier. Warn did not, and after a night move was already in the city. Opening the door with a key, I noticed the creative disorder that prevailed in the apartment. Women's shoes, standing in the hallway, themselves hinted that in addition to his wife Natasha there is another lady. In the room on the table were glasses with the remnants of champagne, plates with the remains of fruit, an unfinished bottle of whiskey, and a pair of empty bottles on the floor. On the couch there was a carelessly scattered clothes, jeans, obviously not my wife and black lace panties, turned inside out. The smell of alcohol was in the air, mixed with notes of women's perfume. The party, in my absence, was clearly a success.

The door to the bedroom was open, and looking there, I saw two pairs of female legs peeking out from under the blanket. Oksanka! Well, who else could be there. The best girlfriend of his wife, a beautiful girl who is in constant search of her only one. Frequent guest in our company. The girls were sleeping deeply, and probably even if I fell to the floor with a crash, they would not pay attention to it.
Taking this opportunity, I lifted the edge of the blanket from the side of Oksana. She was lying on her stomach, bending one leg at the knee. The early morning sun, well lit part of the room, and I had a great view of her ass and narrow slit, covered with rollers of sexual lips. I have already seen her pussy before that, when we played strip cards, but so close and with no impunity yet. I tickled her foot, wanting to understand how well she sleeps. At the beginning of the reaction, there was no reaction, but after a few seconds she straightened up and bent her leg even more, so that her sponges, a little open, opened up a pink sparkle in the rays.

I could not resist and gently ran a finger between the lips. The finger slid easily across her wet flesh, and tasted its juice, spreading the lips with a confident smooth movement. The sight of her wet open hole made my dick just jump in a few seconds, unpleasantly resting on the fabric of his pants. Without hesitation, I released him, and continuing with the fingers of one hand to explore her charms, I was free to massage the protruding member. With what pleasure I would have immersed him in her wet and accessible cunt, but unfortunately it was physically impossible to do it.
- Alex, well, let me sleep! - in a nasty capricious voice, unexpectedly through a dream Oksana said.
- Lesha? - I was surprised to myself, continuing to feel her clit.
Suddenly, she brushed my hand away, and when I tried to get her back to her place, she did it again. That's how I was left with nothing, squeezing a sticking cock in my hand.

I left the bedroom and went into the room and picked up her panties from the sofa. They were clearly visible dried whitish strip along the contour where her lips adjoined to the fabric. I breathed in the pleasant aroma of her pussy and sitting on the couch, scrolled through what I saw in my head.Throwing off my clothes, I went into the shower and on the way I noticed a small digital camera on a shelf near the door. At that time, they only began to appear, and here a new model, obviously not cheap. Oksana would not allow herself to buy such a financial one. Whose is this? Turning on the view mode, I began to look through the photo. The first few photos were incomprehensible, then embracing drunken Natasha and Oksana appeared on the screen, they were at the table with glasses, then my wife again, holding off a blouse from a friend. After a few photos, Oksanka posed without clothes, and even further, they posed for both completely naked. Who shot it all?

I did not want to look further, but I could not stop. Now they posed on the bed, legs spread wide apart. A few dozen photos. Not erotic, choice porn. Pushing each other lips on the camera, photographing their charms close-up. I quickly flipped through some more photos.
Stop! The photo had my lovely wife licking a dick.
I felt a wave of resentment, annoyance, hatred and frustration squeezed me, causing my heart to pound. I could barely restrain myself so as not to smash the camera against the wall.

Throwing the camera on the sofa, I sat down on the table, opened the bottle and took a few large sips of whiskey. Burning warm whiskey fell into me, relaxing and gathering thoughts at the same time.
The following thirty or forty pictures were taken from different angles, as my Natashenka sucked. I looked at the photo, and besides contempt and self-pity did not feel. Yes, I, too, was far from an angel, allowing myself many things that are far from moral ideals. But it was like a joke.
“Remember, Sarochka, if I fuck - we fuck,
If you fuck - fuck us! ... "
Then came a series of photos with sucking Oksankoy, then they did blowjob for a couple.
Who shot? This question restless worm bore my mind, not allowing the puzzle to develop.
And only when I got to the photo, where my darling was cancer completely impaled on the penis, I saw a familiar tattoo on her forearm.

Lech! My good old friend. How so? On the other hand, I remembered that magical summer, when he was on an internship in St. Petersburg, and his Nadya pleased me in all possible and impossible ways. Yeah, you can't fool karma!
I took another sip, and no longer hastily flipped through all the photos to the end. The last photo was taken at 06:02. Just two hours ago. Lyokha was good, I had to admit it. He came off with two girls, having tried and documented all possible poses.
After removing the memory card, I sent all the contents to the computer, and returning it to its place, put the camera in an inaccessible place.

Standing under the hot jets of water, I wondered what I should do. Understanding perfectly, if Lyokha had not lost his mind with the camera, I would not have known. On the other hand, I have already learned, and I can hardly get it out of my head. Oksankina opened her eyes in front of her eyes, and these photos could provide me with a great opportunity for action. Not every day there is such an opportunity.
I got out of the shower, wiping a standing member with a towel, and taking the final sip of whiskey, headed for the bedroom. The soul thirsted for revenge.
Standing naked by the bed, I threw off the blanket, looked at his wife's naked girlfriend. I already knew what I wanted, what I would do and what to say. Catching Oksana's leg, I moved it to the side. Having stepped on my bed with my knee, I raised her sleeping around the waist and lifted her ass, with a strong and smooth movement, immersed the member between her lips.

It took some time until she woke up and realized what was happening. All this time, my dick to the entire depth furrowed her hole.
- Ahhhh! No ... - unrelated words broke loose from her lips, when she was still drunk and sleepy, she turned around and saw me.
Without stopping, I with an evil triumph, continued to enjoy her slim body.
- Ahhhhh! Stop !!! I beg! She almost screamed, trying to wake my wife, shaking her hand.
Natasha turned and opened her eyes in complete bewilderment, looking at what was happening.Not only should I not be in the city yet, so I was almost in front of her eyes raping her best friend.
- What are you doing?! - finally collected her thoughts, she squeezed out.
- The fact that Lyokha did not finish! - cold and evil, I replied.

The meaning of my words flew very quickly, still conscious of alcohol by alcohol. I saw almost animal fear in her eyes.
- And tell your friend not to twitch! - I ordered.
Until Oksana, too, began to reach the alignment of the situation. She was almost instantly silent and stopped resisting.
- Oksanochka, do not argue! He will kill me!!! - Natasha grievously whined, dropping tears, - Be patient, please!
- That's how it is always! She kosyachit one, and the girlfriend pays off pussy, - I thought, fucking the silent and frightened Oksanka.
- Turn around! - I said shortly, slamming the palm of my sexy oksankina ass.
She dutifully turned over on her back, and stood waiting, her legs wide apart.
I re-entered her, shamelessly examining how her sexual lips are turned out, sliding along the shaft of her penis. I'm not in a hurry, enjoying it in full.

- Go ...