Good bitch
Well, where to begin?!
I'll start by saying my wife loves me very much, she's a beauty: petite, with very appetizing body proportions. Our sex life is amazing, I fuck her in all her wonderful holes, regularly, every day, throwing in 4-5 loads.
She's very modest and quiet, especially in public. She obeys me unquestioningly in everything, and since I also punish her regularly, I can say I'm lucky with my wife, I've raised her for myself just perfectly.
Some time ago, I was struck by the thought that I'd like to watch my girl get fucked from the sidelines. For a whole month it didn't leave
my head and I decided to turn my fantasy into reality.I have a good and reckless friend Igor, I told him about my fantasy and he gladly agreed to help me.
He invited me and my wife over to his place, like to celebrate something or other, I gave him exhaustive instructions on how to handle my wife. We drank, chatted, and after about two hours I pretended to pass out, acted like I was sick from the drinking and lay down on the sofa, snoring. My wife tried to "wake me up," but I only "barely moved my tongue mumbling something incoherent."
Igor told her not to bother me, it was pointless anyway, that I'd come to in at least 3-4 hours.
They sat at the table a bit longer, chatting about nonsense, and then went to the kitchen to smoke.
I immediately jumped up from the sofa and, hiding, began to observe.
I couldn't hear what they were talking about very well, but I clearly saw what was happening:
he casually pulled her to him and started groping her, she was wearing a loose short dress, which he lifted up and started groping her ass and pussy. She was simply in shock from this turn of events and began to struggle vigorously, trying to break free and run away, she even tried to start screaming and call for my help.
Igor grabbed her by the hair and, hitting her hard in the face, told her he wanted her, and that he was going to fuck her today no matter what. Then he explained to her that I wouldn't hear her anyway, and if she behaved incorrectly, he would undress her and then wake me up and tell me that my wife was coming onto him, and no matter what she said in her defense, I wouldn't believe her, and even if I did, it wouldn't matter, because the shame would be immense and that I would kick her out of the house and leave her destitute anyway.
In short, the point was simple: he made it clear to her that she would be at fault no matter what!
My wife sat in the kitchen, her dress disheveled, crying as she listened to him, she already understood that's exactly how it would be. Igor walked over to her, lifted her up and, pinning her against the wall, began to undress her, she started resisting again, but she didn't try to scream anymore. Igor very skillfully twisted her and, putting her on all fours, stretched my girl out, and after a few rough thrusts came inside her.
Still crying, she picked up her panties from the floor and wanted to go to the bathroom, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him, he started kneading my wife's tits again, his dick got hard again, he put her on her knees and forced her to take his cock in her mouth, after a minute of resistance and a couple of hefty slaps, she started sucking properly, the resistance was broken and he enjoyed it.
Igor lifted her up and led her to the bedroom, she started resisting again, I quickly ran back to the sofa. When he dragged her into the bedroom I heard her crying and several loud slaps, Igor was hitting her seriously, (knowing in advance that I had allowed him to do whatever he wanted with her).
I couldn't see what was happening in the bedroom, but I heard everything clearly, heard Igor roughly raping her, and her timid moans.
Half an hour later she came out of the bedroom, I discreetly opened my eyes in the dark and saw that she was completely naked, feeling her way to the bathroom.
When she went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, my friend quietly came out to me and asked permission to fuck her for another hour, I agreed, but told him that after he came all over her he shouldn't let her wash up and, after dressing her, should immediately "wake me up."
An hour later, after fucking my wife, he went to "wake me up," I, supposedly completely drunk, staggered into the kitchen where my wife was sitting as if nothing had happened and smiling sweetly at me.
I called a taxi and we went home. Arriving home, pretending to be dead drunk, I climbed on top of her, she got nervous, because under her panties everything was in Igor's cum, she asked to go to the bathroom to freshen up, but I, not listening to her, with one motion tore off her panties and mounted the bitch, my dick slid in like butter, my wife was beside herself with fear thinking I would now realize she'd already been fucked, but I pretended not to understand anything due to drunkenness. I took her in all her holes, she squealed like a piglet when I drilled her in the ass.
Exhausted, we both fell asleep, and in the morning, waking up, she "told me how great I fucked her yesterday that all her clothes were in my cum," I smiled and agreed and when she returned to the bedroom after washing off yesterday's adventures, I fucked her for a long time again.
After that, Igor fucked her regularly on Wednesdays and Fridays for a year.
Afraid that I would find out, she became his loyal bitch and gave herself to him on demand.
After fucking her, he would always tell me what he did with her, and I, aroused by his stories, sometimes rubbed her crotch raw until morning.