And so it all began

Hello my dear reader, I want to tell my story of how my wife became a whore.

My name is Igor, I'm 26 years old, we live in the city of Tula! I run a small business and keep myself in good shape. My wife's name is Darina, she is 24 years old. A brunette with hair down to her butt, 3rd breast size, brown eyes, 45 kg weight, 165 cm height. She constantly works out, so her figure is in perfect order.

We've been together for 4 years and for the last year, about once a month, she would jokingly say, let's invite another girl, and I would also jokingly say, sure, let's do it, I think it's the dream of many men. But it always ended with just talk and a couple of attempts

to find someone online.

She also said, well then maybe let's invite a man too, I was categorical on that issue.

On March 8th of this year, I congratulated my wife in the morning, gave her a bouquet and several gift certificates, and left for business. Around 17:00 I came home, ate, and my beloved said she wanted to go with her girlfriends first to a restaurant, then to a nightclub, I let her go…

At around 3 AM, when I had already called her 5 times and she still didn't pick up, I started to worry, and called her girlfriend, who apparently accidentally pressed answer because the phone was in her pocket. And then I heard a conversation between my wife, her friend, and some men:

— (Wife) So what are we deciding?

— (male voice) Let's go to our place, have some more drinks, it'll be fun!

— (girlfriend) Nooo, I'll pass.

— (other male voices) Come on, let's go, just for an hour, then we'll go home!

— (girlfriend) No, I'm going home, I have work tomorrow,

— (wife) She doesn't want to, why force her, let's go!

— (girlfriend) Darin, are you crazy, what will you tell Igor?

— (wife) The clubs are open until 5, I'll be back by 5:30, I'll say we were partying, you'll back me up, right?

— (girlfriend) I see, same as always, just give me the house address, just in case.

— (wife) Anton, what's the address?

— (Anton probably) Karla Marksa 24.

— (wife) Okay, bye Dasha, love you, I'll tell you everything tomorrow.

I get dressed, get in the car and drive to this address. A Range Rover Sport and a Land Cruiser 200 are parked near the house. The gate is open, I enter the house in a rage, hear sounds from downstairs, go down the stairs, bump into a man about 45 years old, he asks who are you, I respond and who are you, where is my wife Darina, he smiles and says, don't worry she's here, everything's fine, I'll take you to her. Don't be angry, she's a good girl, this is life, and it will only get more interesting, basically in the 40 seconds it took him to lead me, he told me so much…

I see a scene, 5 grown men from 35 to 45 years old naked, my wife on her knees tied to a pole, these men are pissing on her, and it's all being filmed by a camera. <a href="">erotic stories Seeing me, she, as if without a hint of anxiety, asked everyone to stop and leave, leaving us alone! I wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but I had an erection! She seemed to know what to do, came over without words, took off my pants and started sucking.

Darina, how can you explain this?

Honey, just trust me and stay with us, you'll like it, later I'll bring as many girls and you can do whatever you want with them, I promise! Honestly, I liked this idea! I gave a positive answer, after which she called the men back, and said to join in. They turned the camera on again, tied her up, only now so that she was on all fours, and the first cock went into her mouth, the second in her ass, the third in her pussy, the 2 other men were tormenting her, spitting on her back and hair, pissing on her hair, I was jerking off and had already cum once, then a second time, and I didn't want to stop, They all fucked her in turn, cumming into a bowl, about 40 minutes after I entered the house the bowl was full. The men stopped, untied my wife and placed the bowl, she started drinking, and they applauded her, she drank everything to the bottom, licking the bowl like a dog, after which she was handed $3000. We left, but what happened the next day…