fucking eyes in the camera and podzadvorivaya, - mmmmff ... mmmmfff ... tig ... mpff ... ranchan ... mmm ... mmm ... what is your sweet ... mmm ... and big ... ohh ... yeah ... fuck me more ... ooohhh ... konchaaayuuuu ...

He winks at the camera and sends greetings and kisses to his beloved Tigranchik and Lyoshik. Record breaks off.

Further already, through the veil in front of my eyes, I vaguely analyze the boasts of the Vickin's fuckers for their efforts and the planning of new meetings. They are now found at the hut at Alyosha, but without overnight stays. In the correspondence, now only a business tone: meeting time and a short exchange of impressions. Meetings are held at least once a week, but not regularly. We must, after all, have children and a husband somewhere. They come off, apparently, they are there in full. But they ass her, no matter how hard they tried, they didn’t open it. Tigran was especially zealous, but even his Caucasian assertiveness smashed Vikino’s stubbornness into smithereens. Her ass remained untouched. She rested against her anal hymen, as a saving straw, as for the last bastion in the face of danger. Vika for some reason thought that since her ass was not uncorked, then she was not a whore. Well, it is her ass and will carry the righteous punishment for the crimes of his mistress.

Involuntarily I look at the ceiling: do not my branchy horns rest on it? Well, it is good that the sense of humor and self-irony have not left me yet.

I'm not a fan of anal pleasures, but for a change I have nothing against them. But if the girl is against, I do not insist. And without an ass women have enough tools to satisfy men. But it was before. And now through the ass lies the path to redemption. Not pleasure for the sake of, as they say, but fair retribution for.

I have been following their adventures for several weeks, thinking through a plan of action. Just fuck the wrong wife in the ass would be too trite. And I'm not a big fan of this, especially under duress. And it would be necessary to get your own portion of pleasure from the process of execution.

On the day of "X" I had a day off. Vika drove her shopping car, but in fact, in the direction already known to me. Before leaving, she splashed around for a long time in the bathroom, put on make-up, dressed up. She had a foul-looking look: white, tight-fitting heavy breasts, a topic, a short pleated skirt, black stockings, high-heeled shoes, bright make-up. Of course, so shopping and dress up! Especially in April weather.

She arrived already after dark. I'm sitting in the kitchen and waiting. At this time, I usually already put up the children and go to bed myself, because in the morning to get up for work. The light in the kitchen turns on, and Vika cries out in surprise:

- Oh, Wan, scared! Why are not you sleeping?

- Why, I'm hungry, I came to the kitchen.

- And what light did not turn on? - I notice the lack of stockings on his feet.

- I save.

“You are not in a good mood,” grows bloody colored eyebrows, “fell ill?”

- No, everything is fine.

- Children sleep long?

“A long time,” I sighed heavily and hard, “something you haven't often started thinking about them, about our sons, lately.”

- Oh, business, business ...

“What the fuck are you doing?” - I raise my voice, but I still do not turn to cry.

- Well ...

- Hoole, well? Hoole, oh, huh ?! Such matters are important, that the stockings forgot at a party, a whore, hurried home so hard ?!

- What are you doing? I do not...

I jump up sharply, knocking down a chair, take two quick and swift steps towards my wife, grab her shoulder with force and press it into the wall:

- Well, how, like other people's dick suck, eh ?!

***

Vika is sobbing and sniffling and dragging me into the bathroom. She already guesses that her ass is waiting for today is not too funny adventures. But she still does not know how. In the bathroom I force her to do a bowel washing through sobs Not enough yet to mess around in the shit of this shitty woman. Leaving her top with a bra on it, dragging it to the bedroom, throwing it on the bed, I myself sit on the edge of the marital bed. Vika is lying on her stomach, her face buried in a blanket, her legs slightly apart. Between the buttocks, abundant grease gleams in the weak light of a night lamp.Not enough for a dry fuck this slut, and dick wipe no wonder! She covered her face with her palms, crying slowly. Waiting for me to start. But I take the phone, dial the number, hold the phone to my mouth and briefly say:

- It's time.

Vika did not understand that I was talking on the phone and mumbled displeasure through the sheet:

- Well, so start, it's time. The faster the better.

- Wait.

Ohhhh, no baby, you won't get off fast today. Night you have a long and difficult. In my groin, I am pleasantly aching with anticipation of the upcoming spectacle.

During the weeks that I followed the correspondence of the sweet trinity, I watched photos and videos from their parties, I almost wiped my palms with blood. A mixture of anger at his wife, resentment at himself, the cuckold, their vulgar conversations and depraved files manifested itself. I wildly turned on their actions, I was impetuously excited by this whole situation. As soon as Vika left for the next fuck, I in all colors represented how they had two bows, how she moaned wildly and wriggled under two strong dicks, how she swallows their sperm and spreads it on her swaying boobs and soft stomach. And I decided to see it all live.

***

When this whole situation with Vika came to light, pictures from the bygone days came to my mind. The month of May is in the yard, an army parade with aglets and shoulder straps of a junior sergeant is on me, I leisurely walk through my hometown, enjoying the riot of greenery and the smell of lilacs. Two years in the army are behind and the legs themselves carry me home, to my parents, elder sister and, most importantly, to my bride, my beloved Olenka, honestly waiting for me all these two years, spent in the harsh climate of the polar Urals. Her letters warmed me in fierce frosts and blizzards, were like a breath of fresh air in the stench of northern swamps. I am finally at home, in a hurry to embrace my own mother, but first I go to the house of the bride. Hormone still played its dominant role. Almost two years without female caress, this is no joke!

Surprise will be what we need! Indeed, in the letter I wrote that I come only the day after tomorrow. That Olya will be delighted, will rush to my neck, will cover with hot and passionate kisses, and then, like in the good old days, we will go to the hayloft and love each other there gently and passionately!

I went to the familiar gate, quietly opened it and went to my beloved house. The old dog Mukhtar barked once for decency, but after a piece of sugar prepared in advance he recognized me and rushed to lick. Without any obstacles, I went to my favorite window, call Olenka, as before. He glanced at him and was stunned: my Olenka, my faithful and beloved bride, stood on her bed with cancer, absolutely naked, and behind her and in front of her were processed two naked men. I found out one thing: Olin's neighbor, Uncle Seryozha, and the second I only found out later, during the fight: Vasya, Olin classmate. Vasya fought Olya from behind, and uncle Serozha pounded in his mouth. All flushed, sweat, can not be seen in the first circle already fucked. I didn’t find anything better than to take the first cobblestone from the ground and throw it into the hateful window with a swing.

Then I remember vaguely. The rattle of glass, screams, screeching, male screams, naked Vasya and Uncle Seryozha, kicking me in the yard, Mukhtar's barking, hospital, broken ribs, cuts and hematomas ...

I didn’t see Olya again. Did not want to see. Dumped away from the district center in the regional center. Study, work, drinking, other friends, other women. In general, I forgot her like.

But sometimes, in a dream, this picture appeared to me: Olya, her naked body, her small boobs, shaking in time with the movements of the trinity, uncle Seryozha's dick shining with moisture, disappearing in her mouth ...

After such a dream, I always woke up in a cold sweat and with a member sticking out of a stake. After the marriage, these dreams seemed to have passed without a trace, but now they returned, only instead of Olya, the boobs were already swinging from Vika.

***

The door opens silently. On the threshold are two: Tigran and Alexey.Vick, sensing something wrong, turns around and jumps up in horror on the bed:

- What the fuck is this ?!

- This is us, dear, - Tigran smiles white-toothed, - Ebat came to you.

- What does all of this mean?! - eyes bulging, she turns to me.

- That means: ebat you will now, - I smile maliciously, - as the last ebat skin, does ebat holes at all.

- We did not agree!

- We did not agree on a lot. Get down, guys, it's yours.

- Do not worry, baby, - Alexey's voice is pleasant and soothing, - everything will be fine.

- Yes, detka, tebe like it!

The guys are approaching Vic, gradually undressing. Vika looks at me with fear, I nod approvingly. The guys stay in their underpants. I have already described Tigran, and Lyokha turned out to be a high sporting brown-haired man of about twenty-five. I have nothing more to say about him. He was the first to come to Vika, habitually put his arm around her waist and fell to her lips in a hot kiss. Vika relaxed a bit and closed her eyes, surrendering to the will of fate. Alexey carefully laid Vika on the bed and began to pull off the rest of her clothes, not stopping for a second their mad dance of lips and tongues. Tigran, meanwhile, spread her legs and pressed his mouth to the rosy vulva. Vika moaned loudly and arched. From my kuni she never did that, but just snuffled softly.

I moved into the chair and all this time I wrinkle my dignity through the fabric of the pants. I do not want to finish too soon, I need to enjoy this spectacle properly. And there is something to see: one man grappled with my wife in a long passionate kiss, with one hand he embraces her, and with the other he rubs large soft breasts. The second man licks her current slit like a stream, fingers ramming a pink and slippery anus. He shoots there with three fingers already, and Vika only podmahivat and groans through the lips of the second lover is clearly not from pain. Both men are already completely naked, their virtues stick proudly upwards.

They put Vika with cancer, and I pull my aching penis out. The wife begins to greedily suck on Alexey's dick, swallowing him up to the very balls, which she never did with mine once. Tigran widely spreads her juicy buttocks with his hairy paws and easily inserts his swarthy device between them. Member enters easily, without the slightest resistance. Vika moans loudly: "MMMPFPF" and begins to suck even more vigorously. She skillfully podmahivaet Tigranu, she is clearly on a high. I suddenly realize that her ass had not been a virgin long ago, that many huyi had been there, and that was all before our wedding. This thought brings me to a peak: I walk up to Tigran, ask him to move over and insert his wife into the abundantly flowing gap.

I finish a long time, growling and swearing, sperm beats a fountain inside my beloved woman. Deep, straight into the uterus. She moans and wriggles, podmahivaet me. Having finished, I look into the crotch of my wife and see that her pink once anus now gapes with a black bottomless well. Well of desires.

For a long time I watched a trinity squirming in a hot love ball. Ass really turned out to be a weak point of Vicky. But not because she was hurt and unpleasant to fuck her, but on the contrary, she liked it too much and she could not control herself during anal sex. Here it turns out, what is her big secret. Now it is revealed, and our life will be transformed. The guys had her pussy and ass at the same time, and then two members in one hole, while she showed me her filigree skill in oral sex. Well, that no longer need to hide it. She swallowed my seed and the seed of guys rumbling and purring like a hungry cat. I allowed the guys to finish only in the mouth.

They left in the morning, leaving us to lie in private, holding each other tightly. Now I will definitely never leave her.

P. S. The story is experimental for me in this genre, so rate it and leave feedback. It depends on them whether I will continue in the same spirit or whether it is not worth tormenting readers anymore.