My Wife’s Alya Sex Story “MMMMPPFFFF….mmmpffff….” I saw the woman I had been chasing as a girl struggling helplessly. Both hands were tied to a cross-section of iron. His eyes were covered by a black cloth tied around his head. His mouth was blocked by his own underwear. In the past, she was sought after by many men, including me. Her name is Alya. Her skin is smooth white. At least, that’s what it looked like on the skin of his face and palms. That’s really all there is to see. Yes, because he always wears closed clothes. Long robe and wide hood. I love her. Love and lust. Instead of lots of men, in the end I was the lucky one to get her, to become her husband. I know, many other men have slept with her in their dreams.
Or, make it the object of their masturbation. But, I’m not just dreaming. I own her for real and can fuck her any time I want. He also helped me masturbate during her period. My love for him has not changed. The only thing that changed was the way I looked at it. Suddenly, I don’t know when and how it started, I always imagined Alya in the arms of another man. I imagined her breasts and genitals in the palm of another man’s palm. Alya is a loyal wife.
Of course, in my imagination, Alya was being fucked. I might be crazy. I imagine Alya is suffering from being raped! And now my imagination has come true. In front of me, a man was hugging her from behind. One of the man’s hands was fondling her breasts. The other side roughly did the same thing to his groin. Three men were getting ready to fuck her. Alya, a faithful and pious wife. In front of her own husband. On her husband’s orders. Of course, Alya didn’t know that this happened because of the design of me, her husband. That’s why his eyes are now tied together. Those three men, who are my own good friends. It’s not easy to find someone you can trust. Moreover, to tell about very sensitive matters. Women who wear headscarves. But in the end I also chose these three close friends of mine. They are in the same office as me. This is to make this conversation and my wishes easier. When I started to be convinced about their seriousness, we agreed to talk. That meeting made me even more confident. we exchange information about ourselves. My first friend, Kamal. I do like it.
However, I don’t want my wife to be fucked by a ‘dirty’ man. Kamal’s build is similar to me. Kamal admitted that he had never played a prostitute. However, he said, he had slept with no less than 3 female students. The first two are now his girlfriends. What’s interesting is that they all have hoods. “Maybe because I always sleep with her, I get aroused when I see women wearing headscarves,” he said. The second man, Bob, is also my opismate but on the other side. I also like to see it. He is a mature man. He is 10 years older than me. What I like is a fat belly. I sometimes fantasize about Alya’s soft face being straddled by a fat man. Bob admitted that he was interested in my offer because he also had a friend in a beautiful hoodie and he also showed us a photo of the girl. It’s beautiful indeed. Bob said he had repeatedly tried to persuade the girl to sleep with him. However, the girl always refused. “After we rob Alya, I want you all to help me rob Anisa too,” he said.
“Yes. With pleasure. If you’re a girl, can we cheat on you later?” I said. Kamal looked a little surprised. “Ehh, what’s it like?” he said. “Come on, Kamal, your girl is already a virgin, isn’t she? No need to worry. “Later, we’ll arrange it so he doesn’t know what you designed,” added Bob. “Well, okay,” Kamal finally agreed. “Everyone has agreed that we will exchange our hooded girls, okay. What are you doing, Ben?” this time I turned to Ben, the third man. I like Ben too. Her body is sasa. His skin is black, like that of Arab descent. Looking at it, I kept imagining my wife Alya screaming if her genitals were touched by an Arab’s scrotum. “OK guys, next week we’ll start. You can enjoy my wife as much as you like. If you want to do a party then, we’ll talk later, okay?” I said ending the meeting. via email, I sent three of my friends pictures of my wife Alya. Close up of her soft face. Full body with cape and wide hood.
Until the pictures were stolen when he was asleep with his robe which I deliberately pulled up to his waist. Also the time when he fell asleep exhausted after having three rounds of intercourse with me which is also my favorite picture. I deliberately asked her to keep her wide white hood and light green robe on while I fucked her. At that time, I hugged him until he fell asleep. Then, I quietly got up and took the picture. Alya was on her back with her legs spread apart. His robe was open to the waist.
From the slit of his cock I saw my sperm scattered. I also made her robe open at the chest and revealed a pair of plump breasts with perky nipples. Finally, it was Bob’s idea that we used. His idea was to kidnap Alya and take her to one of Bob’s big houses. Bob guaranteed that no matter how loud a scream would be heard coming from his house. I can’t wait to hear Alya’s screams of pain later. The agreed day arrived. I know, that morning Alya was going to her friend’s house. I know his habits. After I go to the opis, he will take a shower. I was happy when I saw him preparing a light green robe and a wide white hood. This is my favorite outfit. I’m always tempted to fuck her if she wears those clothes. I didn’t go to the office, but went to Bob’s house.
There, my three friends were ready. We moved to my house in Bob’s van. I’ll be there in about ten minutes, I’ll call Alya. “Have you showered, darling?” I said. “Just ready, bro,” he said. “I want to wear these clothes, hi hi…” he said spoiled. “You have to be completely naked?” “Hi hi… ha’ah,” “put on clothes quickly, brother, I’m afraid someone will see you later!” I said. “Yes, dear,” he said again. “Okay, bro, do you want to start working? Cup mmuaachh…” I said as I put the phone down. At the same time Bob’s van stopped at the edge of my house which didn’t have a window. So, Alya wouldn’t know who was coming. Bob, Kamal and Ben got off and continued towards the back of my house.
I told them that the back door of my house was unlocked. I don’t have to wait too long. I saw Kamal coming back to me while showing an ok sign. I quickly parked Bob’s van in my own garage. “Have his eyes closed, Kamal?” I asked. “Yes boss. I’ve tied Alya and I’ve closed her mouth. Just carry it,” he said. Indeed, I saw Bob and Ben carrying Alya who was struggling. My poor wife was already wearing a light green robe and a wide white hood. His hands were tied behind his back. I sat in the driver’s seat of the van.
I looked back and saw two of my friends holding Alya who was lying in the middle seat. “Ha ha… this is the best,” said Bob. I swallowed my saliva when Alya’s robe was pulled down to her waist. Both of their hands are now fighting to touch Alya’s genitals! Ken had also opened the chest of Alya’s robe and pulled out one of her breasts from the bra. Ben continues to lick it ! Alya whimpered.
Crazy, I really enjoyed that view. “That’s enough, let’s move,” said Bob. I saw his fat fingers were digging into my wife Alya’s genitals. That’s what’s happening now. Alya was tied with her hands up. Ben was also hugging her from behind, groping her breasts and groin. “Bob, you smoke, right? Alya really hates men who smoke. I really want to see Alya being kissed by a man who is smoking. “I also want Bob to blow cigarette smoke towards his genitals,” I whispered to Bob. Bob nodded. I then took a position that Alya couldn’t see, but I could see her freely.
I saw that Bob had lit his cigarette and was now standing in front of Alya. He removed Alya’s blindfold. His haggard eyes blinked and he suddenly knelt down. Alya’s screaming became more intense when Bob pulled his wide white hood over his shoulders. Moreover, I saw that Ben’s hand was under Alya’s robe. Alya’s waist squirmed. I saw that Ben couldn’t get enough of kissing Alya’s face. Kamal was sitting next to me playing with his penis. I saw Bob starting to unclog Alya’s underwear which was stuffed in his mouth. “Let go of me…. What are you all up to ha’ah… let go of me…!” Alya started screaming. Screams of anger mixed with fear. “Relax, Alya, we just want to play around for a moment,” said Bob, blowing cigarette smoke into Alya’s face. I saw Alya trying to look away with her forehead furrowed. “This Arab hasn’t stopped playing since before. It’s fun on his face,” said Kamal. he bent down in front of Alya. He revealed the bottom of Alya’s robe. Close-up of Ben’s middle finger poking my wife’s genitals. “Aaakhhh… devil… let go of me… nngghhhh…” Alya struggled. Kamal’s index finger continued to poke into his genitals.
I saw Bob taking a deep drag on his cigarette. His left hand fondled Alya’s right breast from outside her robe. “Let go of me… don’t… don’t make me like this… be honest… mmmfff… mmmmfffff… mmmpppfff….” Alya’s screams just echoed there. Bob kissed Alya’s lips fiercely. Alya’s eyes widened. I saw smoke billowing between the two lips that were connected. Kamal closes up the powerful kiss. When Bob finally let go of his lips, Alya’s lips opened wide. Smoke was seen rising from it. I saw Alya coughing. Alya was still coughing. Her smooth white face looked even paler. Bob knelt in front of Alya. Ben and Kamal helped her remove the bottom of Alya’s robe and spread her legs. “Wow,” said Bob as he brought the tip of the lit cigarette closer to Alya’s sparse pubic hair. In just an instant the smell of burnt hair spread throughout the room. Bob then inserted the filter part of his cigarette into Alya’s genitals. My wife is still coughing so much that it looks like the cigarette stick has sometimes been sucked in. Without being asked, Kamal closed it up with a handycam. Bob removed the cigarette from Alya’s cock.
He sucked it in deeply. Then, he opened Alya’s genitals wide. Her mouth was pressed towards Alya’s exposed genitals. “Uhug…uhug…aaaakkhhh… aaaaakkhhh…aaaaakkkhhhh…” Alya screamed as if she was suffering from hysteria. Bob must have exhaled cigarette smoke into my wife’s genitals. “Aaakhhhh… panaaassss….adududuhhhh….” Alya continued to scream and struggle. I saw Bob remove his mouth from my wife’s genitals. I saw Kamal close up the smoke rising from Alya’s genitals. Alya was now sobbing.
Bob wakes up and licks his face. suddenly he tore the chest of my wife’s robe. Alya screamed. Likewise when Bob groaned until he broke his jerk off. she continued to cry when Bob started licking and sucking her nipples. I saw Ben now standing behind my wife. His testicles are quite tense and ready for action. He turned to me, as if asking for my approval. I raised my thumb, as a sign of approval. I can’t wait any longer to see my wife moaning during intercourse with another man. I motioned to Kamal to come closer. “Please close your eyes again. I want Alya to swallow my sperm. He’s never done it again,” I said. Kamal nodded and immediately obeyed my orders.
After making sure that Alya wasn’t trying to see me, I approached her. “Aaakkhhh….aaakkkhhh…..don’t do it….!” Alya screamed again. This time, as a result of being handled by Ben’s large penis, it began to poke into his genital area. I could see that it was only halfway in, but Alya’s cock seemed to swell as if it could no longer accommodate the thrust of the Arab’s scrotum. I untied Alya’s hands. But now I have both hands tied behind his body. Ben’s testicles were still impaled in his genitals. Now I motioned for Ben to sit on the floor. Alya’s body weight forced Ben’s hard rod deeper into his cock.
As a result, Alya screamed like hysteria again. It seemed like this time he was really in pain. I’ve already taken off my trousers. My penis was thrust out in front of my wife’s veiled face. It’s not like Alya never chewed my shaft. But, he always refused if I asked him to spill my semen in his mouth. “You’re amused, bro,” he said as an excuse. But now I will force him to swallow my sperm.
I pressed his head down so that Ben’s rod entered even further. As a result, Alya screamed again. when her mouth was wide open I inserted my rod. Her screams continued to stop. I hope Alya doesn’t recognize her husband from the smell of his trunk. Ughhhh… it feels much better than when he sucked my shaft willingly. I grabbed the back of his head which was still hooded. I move it back and forth. Meanwhile, I felt that Ben had also started to raise and lower his shaft. Alya groaned. From the gaps in the cloth covering his eyes, I saw tears flowing freely. I can’t hold on any longer.
I held her head when finally my sperm gushed profusely into the mouth of my beloved wife. I pulled out my shaft. At the bottom, Bob and Kamal pulled my wife’s two nipples. Alya’s breath came in gasps between moans and cries. Ben was still moving his waist up and down. I sat cross-legged watching my wife being surrounded by three men. Ben’s shaft was still impaled in Alya’s genitals. Now Bob pushed against Alya’s chest, causing her to fall on top of Ben’s sturdy body. she now continued to straddle Alya’s face. This is the one I often imagine. Alya’s hooded face was squeezed between the fat man’s groin.
I took the camcorder from Kamal’s hand and continued to close up Alya’s suffering face. Alya shook her head while screaming. I helped Ben pull Alya’s light green robe up to her chest. Now his two rough hands were tightly gripping both of Alya’s breasts. Rubbing her hair roughly.
From the front I saw, every time Alya’s nipples were pinched hard, her cock seemed to contort as if it was about to pull Ben’s shaft further inside. Kamal doesn’t want to be left behind. He is now looking for Alya’s pearls. Once found, press it with your finger in a circular motion. Occasionally, he even pinched it with two fingers. Alya heard moaning. His body convulsed as if he was in pain.
“Can I bite the pearl?” Kamal asked me in a whisper. “Yes, but don’t get hurt,” I said, pointing the camcorder at my wife’s genitals. This doctoral student really did it. First he licked the sensitive part. Then I saw my wife’s pearls wedged between Kamal’s teeth. He pulled it away as if he was about to let it go. This time Alya’s hysterical scream was heard. “Aaaaakkhhhh…saakkkkiiiittt…” Apparently Bob pulled out the rod because Ben wanted to change positions. Ben then stood up while lifting Alya’s body on both thighs. His large stem was still embedded in my wife’s genitals. Frankly, I can say that I envy him when I see that big trunk. Alya continued to scream in Ben’s arms. Ben then took him to the table.
He lowered Alya so that she was now lying on the table. Both legs dangled down. Her two breasts were literally lying on the edge of the table. “Let’s continue, OK Alya. I saw him stick his two fingers into Alya’s genitals. “please…. Stop it…you are all…evil…” she screamed while sobbing. “Forgive us for being evil, okay?” said Ben, as he continued to fuck my wife. Alya’s voice was already hoarse when she screamed. But soon, Ben was really able to muster his strength. Alya’s body shook. Both her breasts swayed towards his face every time Ben pushed his shaft in. Alya’s smooth white breasts now looked reddish. Ben, I see, is really rude. I saw Alya’s genitals gaping wide, but in an instant they closed again.
Not waiting long, now it was Bob’s turn to fuck Alya. Alya no longer seems to be in pain like when she was raped by Ben. Maybe because Bob’s trunk is smaller. “Aiaiaiaiiiiii…. don’t worry… ouchhhh…. it hurts…” Alya suddenly looked up and screamed in pain. Apparently, while thrusting his rod into Alya’s genitals, Bob thrust his index finger into Alya’s anus as well. Bob doesn’t want to lose to Ben. he also plunged his rod roughly, quickly and with erratic movements. In fact, occasionally he lifted one of Alya’s legs and inserted his testicles crosswise.
When having sex with me, usually the crossed position will make Alya howl in orgasm. But, this time what was heard were moans and screams of pain. when I started to feel sorry for him, the screaming stopped.