A week passed, and I continued to go in women's underwear, I had a lot of different strings, stockings, nightgowns, etc., I wore a men's suit from above and went to work, or somewhere, and at home all the time in women's clothes. And my wife’s wardrobe changed, she wore mini skirts, a blouse topic, no matter how much I wanted to interfere, but remembering the judge’s decision, I was silent. My daughters began to come home later, and they dressed very defiantly, but I was silent and cleaned the apartment, cooked, washed. Waited for the end of the belt of fidelity.

- Good evening, dear, today is exactly one week how I am punished

- Yes Dear. only 3 weeks left, time passes quickly. Everything will be fine.

- but I can't do anything else, I want to cum

- Well, you are disturbing yourself dear, do not let me help you.

- How is it?

- how is it like? if you give me a normal massage of the prostate gland, you can also stop it and get a buzz even stronger than always with sex.

- I agree honey. We entered the room, she undressed me and put me in a pose with cancer. My wife put a glass under my member in a metal cage and smeared the anus with a cream and started to put a finger in there, and started to massage, and with the other hand I started playing with my testicles until I realized that there were already 3 fingers in my anus. It hurt, but she said she had to endure. She continued to do this for about 15 minutes, but so far I didn’t feel anything but pain, but after, the pain started to decrease, the feeling of pleasure gradually appeared, and I really felt comfortable. After a few more minutes, I got such a buzz, as if I were in seventh heaven with happiness, and I ended up violently. After I lay back and blinked, I relaxed more than ever. after I started to wake up my wife said and now it's time gogol-mogul. - Deserved !!! she took a glass where my sperm, added egg yolk and granulated sugar to it, mixed everything with a spoon for 10 minutes and finished the gogol-could give me some food spread with bread. I ate my sperm, having earned it a good kiss on the lips.

The next morning, Saturday, was a non-working day, I got up happy, prepared breakfast, laid the table and carried my awakened beauty in my arms into the kitchen, sitting on a chair as a waiter stood over her head.

after breakfast, the wife began to gather somewhere, she got dressed and made up as a prostitute, but the fear of extending the length of the belt made me remain silent. She said, dear, today the massage therapist will come to me, be on the alert, after the massage, prepare tea and lunch for the massage therapist, or else it is inconvenient, then she will say that the owners were forced to work, they did not even pour tea. Hearing that, Galka is not going anywhere, I was delighted: - be sure dear, I will do everything

At 3 o'clock a masseur of athletic build arrived, handsome, 30-35 years old. I took him as befits him, and escorted him to the bedroom, he closed the door inside and I went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

After 2 hours, they finished, and the massage therapist went out in a bathrobe - give me a towel, take a shower. I quickly gave him a towel he went to his wife, she lay there and saw me, what a great massage, did you cook dinner? - yes joy - where is he? - takes a shower. - Gave him a towel? - Yes, joy, - look, if you need to clean his shoes, - what? I will not clean his shoes, - well, do not start again, he is a guest, and do not force me to extend the belt. I quickly ran into the hallway and cleaned his shoes.

After leaving the massage therapist, she slept until night. Then she took a shower and went to bed again.

The next day the masseur came at the same time, he went into the room and I started preparing dinner. While the wife did not ask, he cleaned his shoes and what interest made me listen to them. And I was shocked by what I heard, there was sex, I wanted to open the door, but there it was closed, I knocked, ”said my wife.open please, - no, massage is in progress, - in my opinion there is no massage, open.

- again? after that I left the word, but they were not given me peace by the voices I heard. I remembered that there are spare keys in the dining room, taking out these keys quickly opened the door and saw my wife in a pose with cancer, and the massage therapist fucks her. She wanted to stop him, and he still added pace, looking into my eyes continued to fuck her. And the wife looked at me and said, - this is just a vagina massage.

- yes what else massage vagina, stop, and approached them to prevent them. the masseur grabbed me by the neck and tilted it to his wife and said “This massage was told to you by a vaginal massage, isn't it clear to you?” From the pain before my eyes everything went dark. - everything, everything, I understand, this is just a massage, sorry, I will leave. - Well done, go get dinner, I'll finish the massage therapist. I went out, well, what is it, why does she cheat on me with some kind of massage therapist?

Having finished his work, the massage therapist went out, the wife followed him, came up to me and gave me a slap in the face, - how are you not ashamed, what are you thinking about? We have been married for so many years and you still don't believe me?

A masseuse smiling entered the shower. And I stood like an idol and looked at my wife. - honey he fucked you, and got another strong slap in the face, - Are you an idiot? You also said it was a massage, I'm writhing in pain there, and you suspect me of what the hell. - I'm sorry, honey, but this is so much like sex, so I thought about the bad. - how are you not ashamed, I persuade the masseur here to help you and cure your prostate, and here you are.

- sorry, dear, but he looked at her suspiciously, remembering how a few days ago we read about a vagina massage where all the walls are massaged by this method. But she is not with me and the masseur should be asked for forgiveness. the massage therapist came out, and, burning with shame, I asked for his forgiveness.

And he, why are you asking for forgiveness from me, you just have to apologize to him, you prevented him and not me, saying unbuttoned his bathrobe and I saw a member three times as large as mine. Both in length and in diameter. - Well, here in front of him, sit on your knees and ask for forgiveness for preventing him. I stood and lost the gift of speech, did not know what to say to his this rudeness. He again took me by the neck and put me on my knees, so you will ask for forgiveness or will I leave? time to spare. I looked up at my wife, looked at him and said no, of course. My wife sat next to me, dear, what's wrong with you, you are a cultured man, an intellectual, Ved; you're wrong, and I must apologize, - well, not my dear, - why? you are guilty before him. Come on, let's say, dear Hercules, please forgive me. Well In front of my face was a huge member, is this a dream? Is in real life can this happen? My wife kissed me a little bit before the ass, from which I relaxed and said, dear Hercules, forgive me.

- what are you kidding me? it is necessary after these words to kiss him.

- There is never, I'm that you fagot what?

- My wife did not let me get up, stop panic, once I was guilty I must apologize, and Hercules only accepts such an apology. if you don't kiss for you i will have to do it. She began to bring her lips to the penis - no, no, do not, I will do it myself, only you do not touch him. I kissed Hercules tenderly. The smell was magical, I did not want to stop the kiss, but fearing shame rose from his knees. the masseur and wife went into the kitchen, and I served them food.