My wife Homa and I are both 37 years old and we have been married for about 11 years. The first time I saw my wife flirting with a man was by accident. I had returned from a mission earlier and Homa was not home. I was in my office when I saw a noise. I got up to go to greet him when I saw the sound of talking. I saw Homa come to the house with a man. I do not know why I tried to see who the man was without them realizing my presence. I slowly opened the door and went to their voice coming from the living room. The first thing I saw was my wife's shirt and bra falling on the carpet. I saw from behind the pillar that they were holding hands and kissing each other. Homa was naked to the waist and the man's hand was on her breast and she was busy rubbing hard. I was surprised by the speed of their action that they had made so much progress in a few minutes! The dead man looked about 30 years old, not very handsome but tall and strong. He had especially large workers' hands. I later found out that his name was Ahmed and his shuffle was plumbing. Homa's nipples are very large and about half of it does not fit in my hand, but Ahmad's hands could fit more than half of it.
Both were extremely insect. Homa had unbuttoned Ahmed's belt and pants, and he was rubbing Kirsh, who was completely torn, on my wife's belly. Kir Ahmad, like the rest of his body, was extremely large. Homa pursed her lips and told Ahmad in a voice that was lustful to do it there. Ahmad cut without delay and doubled on the back of the sofa and raised his skirt to his waist. The view of my white ass and my wife with her sexy black shorts and Ahmed's big hands caressing her hips was strangely provocative. I noticed myself and saw that my cock was completely torn. The sound of my wife moaning took me out of my mood and I saw Ahmad, without taking off his shorts, placing his huge cock next to his shorts in my wife's body. Homa had been aroused and was pushing the corner towards Ahmad, who had put all of Ahmad's body in his pocket sooner. Ahmad lowered his chin with a firm motion. Homa's white, fleshy butt was attached to Ahmed's dark, muscular body. Ahmed removed his hand from Homa's buttocks and held her nipples tightly in his fist and began to tighten my wife. My wife's moans got louder and louder. I could not believe that I was so excited and happy to see the scene of a stranger man who had completely taken over my wife and violently killed her. Without realizing it, I was rubbing my cream on my pants. Homa complained loudly of lust and repeated incomprehensible words. It did not take long for him to be satisfied with two or three short screams, and Ahmad immediately pulled out his hat and emptied his juice on Homa's buttocks, shorts and skirt, and he fell on Homa himself. He still licks Homa's breasts in her big hands. They were both out of breath. I could not hold myself anymore and poured water into my pants. It was unbelievable that the pleasure I got from watching this was like doing Homa to me. Suddenly I saw that they were getting up. I hurried back to my office. Ahmed picked up Homa, took off his skirt and shorts, and pushed her toward the bedroom. It was strange that Kir Ahmad was still angry and he was looking at Kona Homa from behind and saying that it was Kunt's turn and both of them were going to the bedroom. For two hours later, I witnessed them. Ahmed beat Homa three or four more times. Homa was not full either. After each time, he rested for a few minutes, and then with his hands and mouth, he straightened Kir Ahmad again and used him. Ahmed also kept his word
Kun did not leave Homa unlucky either. It was unbelievable that Homa let Ahmed plunge the tree trunk into the corner.
The view of the lustful body of Homa who had fallen on the bed and the body of Nekreh Ahmad who had fallen on him and with intensity
I will never forget his huge cock in my wife's buttocks, and it makes me more lustful, especially when Homa leaves. After Ahmad left, Homa had fallen into a deep sleep. I went and woke him up and first pretended I had just arrived. My wife tried to get back to normal, but the bed was cluttered and Ahmed's water, which had marks on his body and bedding, and bruises on his breasts and hips, left no doubt as to what he was doing in the afternoon. I told him that I saw the whole story. At first, he had a stroke out of fear, but after I told him that I enjoyed the sex show very much, he gradually became shocked. Recalling the scenes from two hours ago, I became angry again, and although Homa was tired and bruised under Ahmad's hugs, I did a service for him from front to back.
