Get used to being a sissy

In the last six months, two events had taken place in Andrei's life, seemingly unrelated to each other, but in fact tightly intertwined with the roots in the depths of the personal life of Andrei's common-law wife, Olga.

Before the New Year, Olga told him that a new manager, a Frenchman, had been appointed to their branch. And since March, she denied her husband a sex life.

She did not pretend that she was tired or had a headache, but simply said, as cut off: we will not fuck anymore.

Andrew long ago began to notice that something changed in his wife: on the one hand, she carefully began to choose makeup, on the other - became absent-minded, but at the same time, some kind of peaceful and blooming.

Earlier, psychoses happened, one after another, but here she spouse as if and stopped noticing her husband at all.

And he wanted to play and caprice. That's how he lured rich gifts.

- What do you mean? - Once she answered him a question for a question over a cup of morning coffee, - I earn, you actually sit on my neck, while in bed - zero. You're sneaky, sucking up and thinking I'm stupid and don't notice anything.

With your lifestyle and your penis, I decided to exclude you from the category of men and transfer you to the category of sissy girls.

Andrew knew, of course, that he was not a giant, but still did not expect such an offense from his wife. And she continued to destroy him:

- I generally think that you are a cuckold, the only thing left to do is to check it out. Tonight my boss will visit us, I've been his mistress for three months. Meet him as a dear guest, as a good friend of the family, be obedient and obliging, suck up to him, on what impression you make on him, depends a lot.

And get used to the role of serving and fetching. You know, we don't get much privacy in the office.

Think about it till tonight. If you don't accept your role, I don't want to see you again. Until tonight, I don't want you here! You can take your rags, but leave your apartment and car keys on the table - if you remember, they're mine.

You can keep your bank card. Just be warned, it will not be replenished again!

Andrei himself dreamed of watching his wife has another more powerful male, but the rapidity of events took him by surprise. He got angry and pouted.

Until the evening he was not himself, worried, dropped dishes.

Olga and her lover arrived at eight o'clock. It turned out that the Frenchman was a real negro, and from a breed of some of the most savage.

The couple was wildly excited. I think they started undressing in the elevator.

Smelled of alcohol.

- Strip naked and get us some champagne and glasses. And don't cover your hands, I want Omar to see what kind of husband I have.

Omar, however, didn't care about anything. Like a breeding bull, he was aroused by the woman, his cock thickly covered with lubricant:

- Oh, you're so hot! Wait, wait," the excited female dodged his kisses and playfully broke out of his embrace.

- I want champagne first! Open it, - she ordered Andrei. From excitement he hit the cork in the ceiling, and almost all the foamy drink burst out into the open.

- You can't even do that! - She snatched the bottle from him.

And put the inept in a corner. Moreover, forbade to look and jerk off.

Andrei heard the almost silent hard fucking, as Omar sniffed, as Olga whimpered pitifully, and as her buttocks slapped her lover's forehead. And cried silently.

Then, when relaxed, satisfied Omar spread out on the couch, taking it almost all, Andrew passionately licked the hot wife, and only then honored her praise:

- You know how to lick!

Other days she commanded Andrei smoothly shave his entire body, teasingly, showed a cardboard with stockings.

- It's time for you in sexual society to take the position to which you are suited.

Then there were all sorts of nice cleansing procedures. With oils and incense.

Omar stopped by in the evening. He was with some strange type: scary small, wrinkly, ugly, like the greenish Gollum from Lord of the Rings.

Turned out to be a friend of Omar's. Some dumb-ass bum. And they invited this thing "for Andrei."

And an hour later in the hot living room you could see this picture:

Omar was fucking Olga on the couch, she was raging on his cock, with her back to him, and again her buttocks were slamming savorously and hard on his pubes like a cavalry saddle.

In front of them on the newly flooded champagne carpet, the gollum was satisfying the anus of the prone Andrew.

And this picture made Olga more and more lustful!

Gollum was weaker in sex than Omar, but much stronger than Andrei, he had a long cock, and now it was deep and tight in the anus of his lover. The edge of the condom rubber was visible on the outside. Occasionally, Gollum whipped his palm over his partner's white buttocks.

He gave himself eagerly to the unseen guest and realized with wild lust and eeriness that he could not go on without anal sex.

And he didn't care about his ex-wife either.

Andrei looked like a real sultry beauty in white stockings with playful bows on her elastic bands, mating on the carpet with a lustful, agile freak.