Victor had never liked this arrogant girl. She was a couple of years younger than him. Victor thought for a long time what annoyed him more about her: either that she was thin after giving birth, unlike his wife, who had grown tall after giving birth, or that she was his brother’s wife. Any of her phrases were met with hostility by them — not that he always disagreed with her, but just like that, out of a spirit of contradiction. Victor would have loved to have never seen her. But we had to see each other at family celebrations. When Victor’s son had a birthday, Victor did not even doubt that she would come. Although she obviously didn’t enjoy coming either, however, she followed her husband everywhere and everywhere, constantly making scandals for every glass of alcohol she drank — she was haunted by a strange fear that her husband would get drunk. And here she is. As always. She followed her husband in. She looked at Victor contemptuously, which stirred up even more hatred in him. But when she bent down in her short skirt to kiss Teddy Bear on the cheek, who had jumped out into the hall, for some reason Victor was seized with the wildest irritation. At the same time, I suddenly wanted to pull up her skirt and see what kind of panties she was wearing. He looked at the black stockings on lace garters peeking out from under her skirt and got angry. — Vitya, maybe you can help me after all?! — his wife, Olga, was indignant. Olga walked past, squeezing with difficulty between the crowd of relatives in the hall, pushing everyone with her belly. She was wearing a loose-fitting semi-transparent blouse, exposing the disgusting folds of her stomach. She was carrying plates of salads in her arms. “If I’d known she was going to be so scary, I wouldn’t have agreed to have a baby for sure…” flashed through his mind. To be fair, his wife certainly fucked well, but Victor missed the time when he could at least pick her up in his arms. He hurriedly shifted his gaze to the ass of his brother’s wife, Sasha, who had already straightened up. As if sensing his gaze, she quickly pulled down her skirt, hiding the garters of her stockings under it, and, kicking off her shoes, went into the kitchen to help Olga set the table, carrying dishes from the kitchen to the hall. Victor stayed in the hall to exchange a few minor words with his brother. As everyone sat down at the table, Victor watched Sasha’s graceful movements out of the corner of his eye. She said something about her daughter, about her successes. Her small breasts were visible in the revealing neckline of her blouse. “This creature definitely likes sex,” Victor thought. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t dress like I do on the panel.” “Do you want some chops?” — the plump wife interrupted his thoughts in a caring voice. She was very kind and sweet. And she always took care of him like a mom. Victor was distracted by the food. Throughout dinner, he tried to participate in the conversations. But he couldn’t help but snap back every time Sasha said something. In the end, having already drunk a lot, they watched some kind of clip. Sasha and Olga discussed their women’s problems. Brother Igor and his visiting father were smoking on the balcony. Mishka, sitting next to Victor, was playing with a fork. The fork suddenly fell out of the boy’s hands and fell to the floor, under the table. Victor cursed and reached for his fork from the floor. Looking under the table, he saw Sasha’s outstretched legs. Slender and long. Clad in the thinnest stockings. She moved, changing her position, and for a moment Victor saw Sasha’s beauty between her legs. It seemed to him that Sasha was without panties! For the rest of the evening, he was angry that he couldn’t look under her skirt again and check if she was really without panties, or was it just his imagination? — You should have stayed the night with us! — the kind Olga offered the guests. — Really, Sasha, why are we going to spend the night looking somewhere? Igor looked at his wife, “Well, isn’t Vika going to spend the night with her grandmother?” Well, she’s already spent the night without us more than once! — What if she won’t fall asleep without us, will she cry? — You’d better remember this when you’re late at work again! — And it’s not my fault that sometimes I have to work 24 hours a day! You know, anything can happen! Sasha worked as an assistant director, they shot a soap serial — cheap and always requiring the shortest possible shooting time. Sometimes she really stayed until morning. “I wonder if she’s sleeping with the director?” thought Victor. Olga always thought she was asleep. Despite the fact that the director was at a respectable age and was old enough to be Sasha’s father. Igor, of course, assured everyone that his wife was faithful to him. Victor had a vivid picture of Sasha. On the couch, on the set right. In a cancer pose. And the director, a man in his fifties, big and strong, pulls her hard from behind. Victor’s cock instantly stood up from this fantasy. Which infuriated Victor. He freaked out, threw the napkin he was wiping his hands on the table and went into the bedroom with his son. He heard Olga’s boastful words coming after him about what a good, caring husband she had — he went to put his son to bed instead. Victor slammed the door. Surely Olga can explain this by a draft, of course. After reading fairy tales to his son, Victor cooled down a bit. Olga came into the bedroom and immediately went to bed. He tried to cling to her, caressed her breasts, but Olga turned away from him and moved away. However, as always, when she was drunk. Victor went out into the corridor. Sasha’s shoes and Igor’s sneakers were at the entrance, which meant they had stayed the night after all. Victor looked back at the guest bedroom. Suddenly, a strange thought came to mind… He crept up to the guest bedroom. The doors here were never tightly closed and a bed by the window was visible through the crack. There was a light on in the room—a pale night light was on. In this dim yellow light, the faces were almost invisible. Igor was lying on his back on the bed. Smooth and almost motionless. Completely naked. His wife, on the other hand, remained clothed. She was sitting on her knees in front of her husband, caressing his chest and stomach with her hand. Her hand went down to Igor’s lower abdomen. She bent down to kiss him, and Victor saw her skirt lift up. My breath caught in my throat. Victor immediately felt hot. He began to get excited. Meanwhile, Igor, not knowing that they were being watched, did not hesitate to lift his wife’s skirt up to her waist and Sasha’s naked ass appeared in front of Victor’s eyes. “That whore, she really goes without panties!” thought Victor irritably, but he couldn’t tear himself away from the sight. Sasha bent down and ran her tongue over her husband’s already erect penis. Igor reacted quite calmly — apparently, this was absolutely nothing new in their sex life. But he obviously enjoyed the blowjob. Victor began to breathe erratically. His cock was asking to come out, the fabric of his jeans stretched to the limit just below the waist. No, of course, Olga had given him a blowjob more than once, but he usually closed his eyes. Immediately, he stared, barely blinking. Sasha completely took Igor’s cock in her mouth, caressing it with her hand as well. Igor held her hair, wrapping it around his fist, apparently so as not to interfere, but it added to the effect of the scene. Victor wiped the sweat from his forehead. He wanted to leave. I honestly wanted to. But he was pinned down. Sasha caressed the penis for a short time with her mouth. Soon she sat astride Igor and began to move rhythmically, jumping on him. She seemed so light and fragile. However, she only made Victor want to twist her harder and fuck her hard. Victor was disappointed that his brother turned out to be quite passive in bed. Victor wished she could be ripped off right now, so that she screamed in pain and pleasure, writhing and twitching… Sasha accelerated her pace, arching her back, moaning softly with pleasure. Although, for some reason, it seemed to Victor that she was pretending and faking. Igor arched slightly, closed his eyes. Gripping his wife’s hips tightly, he was apparently cumming. Victor sighed and took a step away from the door… “I’ll be right there!” — he heard Sasha’s voice from behind the door. “I’m going to the bathroom.” Igor made a noise. Victor hid behind a closet so Sasha wouldn’t see him. Sasha walked past, tugging at her skirt and blouse. She left the doors open and saw how he turned on his side, wrapped in a sheet, and settled down to sleep. “Weakling” — Victor was both angry and indignant. He expected more from his brother. His aroused flesh demanded the continuation of the “performance.” He listened carefully. In the hallway, Sasha, leaving, softly knocked the toilet door. Victor resolutely crossed the corridor. He found Sasha already in the bathroom doorway. She didn’t have time to realize anything at all when he put his hand over her mouth and pushed her into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a latch. “Shut up, you bastard, don’t you dare yell!” Victor ordered Sasha. She wasn’t yelling. In shock, she stiffened and stood silently waiting. Victor thought for the last time whether it was worth crossing the line when nothing could be returned. His hand tightened on her adorable ass. Sasha felt a hard cock thrust into her ass, hidden in Victor’s jeans. She was silent, which puzzled Victor. He slowly removed his hand from her mouth. — Are you even aware of what you’re doing? She didn’t even say it—she hissed it in a kind of bestial anger. She was not a stupid girl, and she understood perfectly well what Victor wanted. Instead of answering, Victor bent down and kissed her neck. “I’ll scream.” I’ll wake your son up. My wife. — Thanks for the warning. Victor turned her around with a jerk, simultaneously grabbing the first rag from the washing machine. It seems that these were his dirty underpants, which he threw here in the morning, and Olga did not have time to wash. The panties immediately became a perfect gag. Of course, she fought back. But her attempts, given the difference in weight and size, as well as in strength and training, were ridiculous and only aroused Victor even more. He twisted her arms behind her back. He yanked a clothesline off the radiator, which was hanging there by the way, and tied the woman’s hands tightly. She was mumbling, trying to push the gag out with her tongue. Sasha tried to kick with her feet, but when Victor forced her to bend down, she had to somehow keep her balance and both feet firmly planted on the floor, ending any attempts at resistance. Sasha lay down with her chest on the edge of the bathroom. So that no one could hear her mumbling, Victor turned on the water. The jet instantly hit the cast-iron tub, and Sasha’s already weak indignant squeals through the gag were drowned out by the sound of the water.
𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗷𝘂𝗶𝗰𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗗 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆
