With Uzbeks
For the weekend, my wife and I decided to go to the dacha to visit her parents, especially since they were supposed to be away somewhere, so the house with the sauna automatically fell into our full disposal. However, my father-in-law had also bought the neighboring plot, where four Uzbeks currently lived and were building a new brick house. But the guys were quiet, and they wouldn't risk crossing onto our territory without permission. My father-in-law was, after all, not a nobody, and he paid them above average. No one wanted to lose their job...
My wife's name is Lena. At the time of the events described, she was 25 years old, and I am a few years older. We had fun all day, drank a lot, and ate deliciously. Not waiting for evening, already quite tipsy, we went to the sauna. Frank conversations, cold beer, and her firm naked body did their job...
Soon, I was already vigorously having my lawful wife in the anteroom. Lena was on her knees on a small sofa, sticking her butt out, while I was thrusting into her from behind with wide strokes. The heated, tight hole, her wet hair in my hands helping me control the process and pull her onto me as deep as possible... Suddenly, I heard a rustling at the door. Turning my head without slowing the pace, I clearly saw someone's eye at the keyhole. Apparently, my beloved's loud moans had attracted one of the Uzbeks. Bracing myself, I pulled away from my beloved and flung the door open. The Uzbek, hit by the door, fell to the ground. He was the youngest of the crew, looking barely 18. His pants were down, his right hand gripping his penis. He hastily got up, pulled up his trousers, and began to stammer apologies. Without thinking long, I punched him in the face and loudly told him to fuck off. The Uzbek fell on his back and covered his face with his hands. It's unknown how this scene would have ended, but Lena ran out of the sauna, forcefully pushed me back inside, and slammed the door shut from the outside. Then she squatted down in front of the young pervert, said something to him, and patted him on the shoulder. After her words, he fairly quickly retreated to his own territory.
My wife returned to the sauna. I started to express my indignation, but Lena quickly shut me up with a kiss. A couple of minutes later, she was lying on her back on the sofa, her legs spread wide, and I, on my knees, was working between her legs. Feeling the wave of an approaching orgasm, she began frantically rubbing her clit, but I couldn't hold back any longer and shot into my beloved's womb. Lena jerked a few times, but understanding I had finished, she stopped.
"Well, come on, you, just a little more was needed," I heard my wife's angry hiss.
Saying nothing, I silently got up and collapsed on the sofa next to Lena. I heard her lamenting, but didn't want to answer anything, and under the influence of alcohol, I began to slowly drift into a doze...
The story that follows, I partly heard from my wife, partly saw myself, and partly imagined myself (as one does).
Lena put on a robe and went outside. Twilight was conquering the space, and the day was slowly giving way to night. Initially, she wanted to go sleep in the house, but suddenly she felt sorry for that young Uzbek, and she decided to check how badly he had been hurt.
Lena opened the gate and went to the new plot. Some knocking could be heard; apparently, the Uzbeks were still working. Hesitantly, she headed towards the entrance but noticed some movement to the left by the wall. Looking closer, Lena realized it was that same young Uzbek. He was sitting right on the foundation footing and was silent. My wife approached him.
"Well, how are you?"
The Uzbek was silent, only sniffling.
"Alright, don't worry, I'll talk to my husband, we won't tell your father anything."
The Uzbek sniffled again and raised his eyes to her.
At that moment, Lena felt a bit unsteady (we had been drinking all day), and to avoid falling, she raised her left leg and placed it on a box near the Uzbek. Since the robe was worn over her naked body, and my beloved was standing literally half a meter from him, the Uzbek's eyes were presented with the beautiful sight of my wife's perfectly shaved pussy, as well as her reddened hole, stretched open just five minutes earlier. The young worker exhaled noisily and, without further thought, pressed his lips to my wife's loins.
Slightly taken aback, Lena stood there, stunned by what was happening. Then (apparently, her unsatisfied state and the mischievous, playful tongue in her crotch played a role) she pressed the young Uzbek's head to her. The "pioneer" simply worked wonders. She hadn't felt this good from just oral caresses in a long time. Very soon, she felt the worker's hands on her buttocks.
My beloved released the Uzbek's head, her hands dropping weakly onto his shoulders. From the strong hands on her buttocks, the penetrating tongue, and the feeling of the wrongness of the situation, my beloved was overcome by an unprecedented orgasm. Her legs buckled, but the caring hands of the young Uzbek didn't let her fall, gently lowering Lena to her knees while supporting her. He stood up, unzipped his fly, and his member, bursting free, ended up right in front of my beloved's mouth. He moved a little closer, and the head pressed against my wife's lips. Lena raised her drunken gaze and looked him straight in the eyes. The few-second staring contest between the young worker from Uzbekistan and my beloved ended with his confident victory, and the Uzbek, without looking away, took her by the back of the head with both hands and confidently impaled Lena's mouth onto his member. My beloved's lips obediently parted, enveloping the laborer's penis. He began carefully fucking his owner's daughter in the mouth. My beloved, either out of gratitude to the boy for the intense orgasm or out of pity for my punch, took an active part in this game. Realizing that the girl was basically not opposed and wasn't offering any resistance, but on the contrary was diligently sucking his cock, not forgetting to work her tongue, the young Uzbek, now without embarrassment, began to have my wife, driving his member all the way into my beloved mouth. Lena coughed a little, but the young lover no longer cared. He hadn't had a woman in a long time and began wildly impaling her mouth onto his sexual organ, quenching a wild lust. The Uzbek's balls slapped against her chin, his cock appearing and then sharply disappearing into Lena's invitingly open mouth. This was starting to look more like rape; the starved Uzbek was brazenly having my beloved. She couldn't scream with a cock in her mouth, couldn't escape the strong hands on the back of her head. Pressing my wife's head, the laborer released a hefty portion of his semen right down her throat, not giving her a chance to spit. Waiting until all the discharge flowed into her mouth, the young Uzbek pulled out his member and hastily put it back in his pants. Lena swallowed all the Uzbek's semen without a trace and, in complete stupor, continued to kneel, not knowing what to do next. Catching some movement in her peripheral vision, she turned her head and saw three pairs of lustful eyes directed at her.
The entire crew was there. Two big, sturdy Uzbeks around 30-35 years old, and their foreman, who was around fifty. My wife didn't know how to get out of this situation with minimal losses, so she timidly stood up and took a hesitant step towards the old plot. But it wasn't that easy! Apparently, having gone completely wild from the long absence of women and the pornographic spectacle witnessed by the crew, the huge Uzbeks flew at her. The one from behind fixed my beloved's buttocks, grabbing them with his strong hands, and the second went around in front and, without ceremony, grabbed her by the hair and bent her forward. Lena felt as one of the Uzbeks threw back her robe and sharply, with a swing, entered her pussy with his huge cock; a few seconds later, another sexual organ invaded her mouth, and the Uzbek, painfully pulling her by the hair, began roughly fucking her in the mouth. My wife was simply lost. Two huge, strange cocks, completely without ceremony, brutally, animalistically, were having my beloved. She was squeezed between two massive, sturdy Uzbeks, working like machines. From the powerful thrusts, she was impaled up to the throat on one Uzbek's cock, then onto the organ of the second, driven in, it seemed, all the way to the womb. Lena was simply no longer able to stand; from one of the thrusts, she lost her balance and was ready to fall, but strong hands held her from both sides. As a result, her legs simply dragged behind the bodies of the rapists,
and she, like a limp doll, simply received two huge, erect cocks into her body.
After several particularly strong thrusts, she felt the rear Uzbek release into her womb. Finishing with an animal roar, he let her go, and my wife, falling, scraped her knees. She wanted to howl, but the caring hands of the foreman lifted her and began tenderly stroking her butt. Lena, after all that hard fucking, was even grateful to him, as he, unlike those lustful beasts, treated her with a special tenderness. The old Uzbek stroked her crotch, and she unconsciously offered her butt to him. The foreman simply worked magic with his hands, massaging her clitoris and, as they say, performing miracles. Lena was shaken by a new orgasm; she pressed herself against the calloused working hands.
The second Uzbek discharged into her mouth; Lena, exhausted, tried to spit, but the thick, viscous semen, flying from her mouth, mostly settled on her face, primarily on her chin.
The old Uzbek gently entered my wife and began drilling her stretched-open hole. His member, although not that big, brought my beloved immense pleasure. Lena got a taste for it and began actively thrusting back at the foreman. The Uzbeks noticed the change in their victim's behavior, and one of them immediately brought his cock to her face. Without figuring out who exactly it was, she herself enveloped the thick shaft with her lips and began greedily sucking it. The old Uzbek irrigated her insides with his semen and left her, to which Lena only stuck her butt out more and waved it invitingly. kkiss18.net The foreman's place was immediately taken by the young laborer. Lena impaled herself fully onto the boy's cock, not forgetting to service his older comrade with her mouth. Several times she took the sexual organ out of her mouth, held it to her lips, and moaned loudly, while particularly actively thrusting back.
I woke up from loud moans, clearly of an erotic nature. My head was fuzzy from the drinking. Going out into the fresh air, I located the source of the sound on the neighboring plot. "Interesting where the Uzbeks found a whore in the vegetable garden..." I thought. Standing there a little, I decided to see what was making their girl feel so good; loud orgasmic moans were hard to confuse with anything else...
The sight that met my eyes undoubtedly stunned me. My faithful wife, all smeared with someone else's semen, was simultaneously giving herself to two of her father's workers. I made a move towards them, but one of the Uzbeks, picking up an axe from the ground, with a furious grimace and a wild cry, blocked my path. I stopped. Lena seemed not to notice what was happening and continued impaling herself on the Uzbeks' cocks.
With a kind of dull emptiness, I understood that I couldn't change anything right now. An Uzbek, gone wild from a long absence of sex, would easily split my skull with an axe if I dared to get closer. And my beloved didn't seem to be experiencing much discomfort from this situation. Without any remorse, she was actively quenching her animal instinct. At one point, our eyes met; her face broke into a satisfied smile, her eyes grinned happily. A few moments later, she closed her eyelids, completely, without reserve, surrendering to animal passion. The Uzbek, pulling his cock out of my beloved's mouth, came on her face; his place was immediately taken by the foreman. The pervert who had been peeping at us in the sauna quickly jerked and apparently released into Lena's pussy.
The Uzbek with the axe handed it to the young one and positioned himself behind my wife, looking me in the eyes. With a victor's smile and a guttural victory cry, he sharply impaled my girl all the way to his balls. Apparently, the stretched hole didn't satisfy him, and he, pulling out his cock, immediately entered my lawful wife's ass. I expected screams, protests, and attempts to push the barbarian away, as my wife does not accept anal sex. However, she, as if nothing had happened, continued to impale herself on his cock, helping him enter to the hilt. A few moments later, the Uzbek's balls were slapping against my wife's crotch, and her moans seemed to become even more voluptuous...
The old foreman released into Lena's mouth; she swallowed every drop. Later, her ass was also tried by the second Uzbek and the young laborer. Then, in a frenzied tempo, she rode the cock of one of them; she was fucked in different holes alternately, there were moments when it was in three at once...
My wife was returned to me towards morning. It seemed she was saturated with semen. Her face, chest, legs—everything was covered in a dried crust. She herself couldn't walk; I carried Lena in my arms to the sauna, which had of course cooled down, but the water was still warm. I carefully scrubbed and washed my beloved. Foreign semen flowed out of her pussy in a stream. Her vagina was stretched wider than ever, the reddened lips wouldn't close.
I tried to kiss my wife; she weakly resisted. There was a salty taste on her lips; her mouth simply reeked of semen. Spreading her legs on the bench, I tried to enter my wife, but she closed them and groaned that it hurt.
"Better calm it with your tongue," I heard the quiet whisper of my beloved.
I obediently lowered myself to her crotch and began tenderly licking her bud. Of course, I couldn't wash out all the semen; I could taste and smell it. I was disgusted cleaning Lena after the Uzbeks, but at the same time, I terribly wanted to please her. At first, my wife made some sounds, but a little later, she fell completely silent. Raising my head, I realized she had fallen asleep. Carefully, so as not to wake my beloved, I carried her to the sofa in the anteroom and covered her with a blanket. My head was splitting from an abundance of various thoughts, but apparently from nervous exhaustion, I quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Waking up, I didn't feel Lena's presence beside me. Yesterday's memories returned, painfully cutting at my inner ego. Although, undoubtedly, overnight the images of what I had seen had dulled and were no longer so vivid, and in general, everything seemed unreal. I firmly decided for myself never to recall that night and not to talk to my wife about it. "Probably, she's sitting somewhere, upset, or maybe even took the bus back to the city," I decided for myself.
I came out of the anteroom feeling quite energetic. I was fueled by the thought that if my lawful wife hadn't left, she was probably sitting somewhere crying. And here I am, all macho—like, come on, I forgive you, it's okay. Don't cry.
I didn't find her in the house. "She definitely left," I thought. Deciding I needed to put the Uzbeks in their place, I headed in their direction. Now, I think, I'll find some minor faults, yell at them, and later fire them altogether. Filled with inner resolve, I opened the gate.
The old Uzbek was smoking outside. Seeing me, he smiled slyly. Measuring him with a contemptuous look, I moved on. Entering the house, I immediately heard her moans. On wobbly legs, I moved further. One of the workers was sitting on the sofa, and my beloved was riding his cock. Nearby was the young Uzbek, completely naked from the waist down. By the look of his member, shiny from saliva or lubricant, I accurately determined that he had already come today. The Uzbek was holding Lena by the buttocks; she continued at a frenzied pace to satisfy her own and his lust. I helplessly sank to the floor and understood that I had lost my girl...