My mood was lousy. At work they exhausted them, and then he also brought some husband into the house, but he didn’t want to make trouble, that's why I clenched my teeth in silence and sat down at their table.
Sergey - uttered Ambal.
Katya - I answered with demonstrative contempt.
Vitya took out a bottle of wine and poured a glass for me, and Sergei Ambal poured me a glass too.
For love - stood up said Sergei.
We drank. Then another. And further. As a result, communication began between us and it even became fun. Suddenly, Sergey put his hand on my knee. I was already startled by surprise and looked at my husband - he did not react at all though he saw it. The situation was unpleasant, but I tried to abstract and also ignore the guest’s hand. But he went on. Making sure that there was no resistance, he raised his hand higher, lifting my dress and touching his hand right between the legs. I jumped up from the chair and started yelling at the ambala, but Vitya took my hand saying that I needed to talk. My husband dragged me into the bedroom, and I, snorting and not understanding what was happening, went after him.
In the bedroom, Vitya started mumbling something to himself and I could not stand crying at him:
- You what! Your friend paws me and you are silent! And if he starts to fuck me, you'll be silent too!
- That's the point - dropping his eyes to the floor, he was bloated.
- What???
- Well, you know ... I lost you in the cards.
In perplexity, I could not find the words, but having gathered all my strength, I screamed:
- So what should I give him now ?!
- Well, card debt ...
For a few moments I froze in a frenzy, and then shouted involuntary sounds and rushed into the kitchen where my husband's drinking companion was sitting. There were already poured piles on the table, and I immediately waved one. Next, I wanted to throw out the guest, but turning back I saw that Victor had left the bedroom and was looking at us with an indifferent look. Angry, I decided to take revenge on him. Swinging the second glass, I pushed the table aside and sat on my knees to the ambala facing him.
He did not think for a long time and immediately put his hands on my ass. I turned to my husband - he still stood at the door and stared blankly. Then I kissed the ambala for a long time at his lips. During the kiss, he was not shy and lifted my dress with his hand under the panties. Probably, if the position would allow him to immediately go inside. I pointedly began to fidget around him and felt that his member was already standing. Then Ambal removed his hands from my ass and began to put pressure on my shoulders directing me to his dignity as the last whore, but there was no reaction from her husband.
Closing my eyes, I obediently knelt in front of the guest and unbuttoning his fly pulled out his dick. To the touch it seemed unreal big. I froze in front of him expecting that my husband would intervene anyway, but instead, the ambal nadil on my head and I opened my mouth. Cock slipped between the lips. There was a lingering sigh of the guest and I began to suck. At first I did it reluctantly, but then I decided to suck so suck. I tried my best. Licked the head. I swallowed the penis as deeply as possible and sometimes measured it for a few seconds completely taking it in my mouth. At such moments, the hands of the Umbal gripped my shoulders to pain.
Ambal began to finish. I tried to turn my head to the side, but the guest grabbed her with his hands and began to hold her on his penis. It was pointless to resist, and sperm burst into my mouth. From this I began to choke and tried to break free, but my hands held my head tightly and I had to swallow, which was also unsuccessful, as the fat cock in the mouth prevented me from taking a sip and the sperm just flowed over the corners of the lips.
- Ooh. Well - breathed Ambal and let go of my head.
I got up and turned to the table and saw that my husband was sitting on a chair with a glass in his hands as if nothing had happened. Okay, I think. Dick with you, we will divorce tomorrow, and today I will continue to carry on as the last bl @ d.
I sat on a knee to the broom and moved a glass to him asking me to pour some wine. So we sat chatting - drank. Ambalus stuck his hand m not in panties and all the while pulling his pussy. Alcohol did its job and I got wet. Umbal did not lose a moment and penetrated the hole with his finger, from which I began to fidget on his knee and moan. Suddenly, the husband picked up a bottle of wine from the table and said send to the bedroom. I wanted to send him far away, but the Ambal also started to get up.
Entering the bedroom my husband began to undress, we did the same with the ambal. Suddenly, my hubby decided to kiss me, but he didn't need me to fuck up, and pushing him off, I turned to the ambala and, taking his penis, kissed my lips passionately on the lips. After that, the Ambal slapped me on the ass and sent me to the bed. I obediently lay down. He also climbed onto the bed and began to turn me on my stomach. When I turned over, he took my hips and raised my ass up, then sharply thrust his hefty dick into the hole so I hit the uterus. I screamed in pain and turned to him and asked to be more careful.
Ambal was not just fucking me, but really to fight. My husband did not stand aside either, and crawled in front of me and put his penis in his mouth. At that moment I already had everything on the drum and I began to suck him.
Suddenly, Ambal took out a member and rested them in my ass. At that moment I did not attach any importance to this, and I realized what he wanted to do only when the member began to invade with pain. I rushed forward.
- Didn't you fuck her ass? - Ambal asked Viti.
- Does not give.
Then the ambal turned to me:
- Kate, well, so much so, you have such a cool ass and you don't give her husband.
- I do not want!
- Come on, you. - And Ambal again began to put a member of my ass.
- No no! I do not want. - Pushing it with my hands I screamed. But Ambal did not let up.
- Quiet you. Like it. You just didn't have a real man. - And with these words, he rudely put me back up to the top.
He relish licked my ass and put a member to her, after which he began to pull me by the hips. The deeper the member penetrated the more painful it became. I whined in pain, but the ambal did not stop and said:
- So ... So ... Suffer Katyukha right now it will be good. And suck. Suck
His confidence inspired confidence that the truth will continue to be better. I took my husband's cock in my mouth, but I could not suck - it was not up to him. Suddenly, the ambal stopped and said:
- Everything. And you were afraid. I have never fucked such tight ass.
He began to slowly move the member inside. The pain was weakening in truth, but slowly, and the ambala apparently ran out of patience and he made a very fast movement.
- Ayayaya. Wait! - I screamed.
Ambal abruptly drove a member in the ass loudly slamming on the buttocks, from which I screamed and stopped.
- Vitya, give her some wine.
Victor took a bottle from the bedside table and brought it to my mouth. I began to eagerly swallow it still kneeling with a member in the ass.
“Well, which is better,” asked the ambal.
- Yeah.
- Then we continue?
“Yes,” I replied, realizing that the other answer would be ignored anyway.
Ambal began to fuck me in the ass. Indeed, the pain is gone. In some moments it was certainly painful, but in general it was even pleasant. The next half hour, I sucked a member of Victor, and Ambal fucked me alternately in the ass then in the pussy. He did it very skillfully: At first she would fuck her pussy almost to orgasm, and then, while I had not yet come to my senses, I switched to my ass. I didn’t care about my husband, his cock hung in my mouth, but I didn’t deal with it too much.
In the end, the embalo inserted a dick into my pussy and the drake with wild pace brought me to orgasm, and then he finished splashing my entire back. Drunk and exhausted, I collapsed on the bed with my face pressed against the member and had not finished her husband.
I do not know how much time had passed when I felt in a half-slumber how Victor pressed against me. I lay in a ball and he fell in behind, leaning on his unsatisfied dick in my ass. Unlike the Ambala, he did not immediately try to shove him deeper, but only slightly massaged his ass with his head. Victor's gentle hands pressed my knees to my stomach. I was pleased to feel these hugs. Then Victor hugged me even more and at that moment his cock moved inwards. It did not hurt at all, still, quite recently a much larger penis was wielding there. I relaxed and moaned softly. Victor started slow oscillatory movements in me. Pleasant sensations grew with each turn. At the same time, I felt that his penis in me also swells and hardens. Victor groaned. I began to podmahivat slightly to him and even slightly rotate his back. After a few minutes of our game, Victor shivered and poured his sperm inside me with a loud moan, twitched a few more times and now relaxed me with one hand.
In the morning I woke up from the fact that the Ambal tried to put his cock in my mouth again. He himself could not tear his eyes, but he wanted me to suck him. From such arrogance, I was shocked. Okay, yesterday, we were drunk and ... In other matters, there was no excuse for my actions yesterday, but I certainly did not intend to continue. I hit the half-dead guest with my hand and, moving through the sleeping Vitka, made my way to the bathroom. There, I remembered yesterday for a long time the orgy and washed the sperm from the back of the ambala, and when I left, the guest was gone.