Yes, reading my wife's diary from my wife turns me on and I jerk off imagining her getting fucked by guys. I can not resist the urge to give you the following of his diary: "For a week I have no more news from Mohamed's family and my sexual urges are decreasing; I have almost returned to 'normal'. However this Sunday evening, when we have one of our sons for dinner with us, I receive a text message. Although at the table, I consult it and I discover that it is from Madame Dahoud. I decide not to read it , we'll see that later.Once our son left with his wife and two children, I went about my household chores. When I have finished, Edouard is installed in front of the television to follow the program "Capital"; I leave him to his business and go to our room. I finally take the time to read the message "I will expect you tomorrow around 11:00 am if that suits you". I immediately answer, “It's perfect. See you tomorrow ".The next morning, while Edouard is busy in the bathroom, I am in front of my cupboards and dressers choosing my clothes and my lingerie for the day. I wonder, I hesitate. What outfit to adopt? Put on a suit with pants? Stay in a classic style? Dress well bourgeois? After a long moment of hesitation, I finally make up my mind. It's just past 11:00 a.m. when I ring the doorbell. It is Madame Dahoud herself who opens the door to me; I am reassured ! She lets me in and we sit in the living room. In a little hesitant French, she makes me understand that she is surprised that I did not take all the papers the last time and that I asked to come back this morning. I'm a little taken aback and, after thinking about it, I ask him - Did your son tell you that I had to come back this morning?She answers - Yes, I don't have a cell phone!I understand then that the emails received did not come from Ms. Dahoud, as I thought, but from her son Mohamed. My cell phone number in the file he left with his mother, he had no trouble finding it. So he was the one who plotted everything behind his mother's back, who asked me to come back here, who gave me the documents in drop-outs and who was thus able to take advantage of each of my visits to undertake me. . What a real little bastard!Madame Dahoud therefore gives me the last document in the file, the one she thinks I forgot to take the last time. I talk to her about the case and explain to her that I will get back to her in a few weeks once her family's case has been studied in the social committee. I take leave of her and, once in the elevator, I tell myself that this time everything went well.While the cabin descends without stopping between the seventh and the fifth floor, it stops at the level of the fourth. That it is not my surprise then to see Mohamed and another young Arab enter the cabin. Madame Dahoud's son said to me - Hello Madame de Trébout, are you okay?Although he made me go crazy with this case of papers that I forgot to take, I prefer not to put it on the carpet. I answer him with a banal - Hello Mohamed.While the two boys are looking at me from head to toe, the elevator slowly continues its descent.Mohamed continues - I introduced you to Djamal, he's my best friend. We do everything together.The so-called Djamal immediately continues - Hello Madam. Yes, we share everything in the city.The cabin has just stopped on the ground floor but Mohamed prevents me from going down while Djamal presses the button to close the doors and then the button for the second basement.A few moments later, the elevator door opens facing a small corridor simply lit by a few pale neon lights. Without saying a single word, Mohamed takes me by the arm and leads me with him; Djamal walks a few steps behind us. Arrived at the end, he opens the door and we come out into a new corridor much longer than the previous one. On either side, there are badly squared wooden doors with numbers on them and I understand then that we must be at cellar level. We take a few more steps and then Mohamed forces me to stop. Djamal takes a key out of his pocket and opens the door marked 83. Mohamed said to me, talking to me this time - Come in! This is the annex to my room. My mother never goes down there.He flips a switch and we enter a small room that must be barely ten square meters. In one corner, there is a sort of small storage unit, high and narrow to take up the minimum of space. Glued against a wall, a sort of convertible sofa completes the furniture in the place. The smell that reigns there is strange, acrid and spicy. It must be a mixture of sweat, cannabis, various spirits and certainly sex because the walls are only lined with posters of naked women. There are all styles, young girls with slender shapes, black callipyges, blondes with huge breasts, mature women in sexy lingerie,… .. I quickly understand that I am in the lair of Mohamed's gang. They must come there to drink, take drugs, prepare their bad shots and certainly fuck their girlfriends.Djamal unfolds the sofa bed, Mohamed locks the door with the key then the two young people sit down leaving me standing in front of them. It is not difficult to understand that I am at their mercy. I'm thinking. Escape them? It is unthinkable! Resist them? It's impossible ! Call for help ? No one will hear me! Rebel? Dangerous! I must therefore resign myself to accepting my fate and against bad luck, good heart, or good luck in this case. Besides, I am sure that it must be possible, by taking the initiative, to make my lot less painful than it could be.Slowly I take off my coat and hang it on one of the many nails stuck all over the place. I then come back to the two young people and tell them- Considering the pretty posters here, I think you will appreciate my lingerie.They don't answer, but their gaze is on me. I undo one by one the buttons of my blouse that I remove. Their eyes do not leave my breasts tightly compressed in my transparent black lace bra. I now undo my skirt and let it slide to my feet. The eyes of the two young males descend to fix on my lower abdomen and the fabric of my matching black thong which barely conceals my slight pubic hair.I approach closer and here I am with the navel at the height of their face. I ask them - Could one of you undo my bra and the other remove my thong?Djamal gets up quickly and walks behind me. He undoes and removes my bra. Immediately, his hands take hold of my breasts - Damn, what tits!- I do not believe it ! Real shells!- If the friends saw us!Without getting up, Mohamed puts his hands on each side of my thong and slowly pulls it down. I already feel a soft and disturbing wetness between the legs. He puts the thong under my shoes, brings it to his nose and then hands it to his boyfriend - Feel that! - A real slutty scent!- I already have the cudgel!Djamal in turn breathes my thong then responds to his boyfriend - As you say, it smells like a bitch!- The bitch in need!Mohamed answers him- Did you see the bitch's underwear she wore this morning to come visit us?The other reply - Yes, it turns me on seriously! Since I saw you fucking her in the elevator, I have often jerked off thinking about her.Yes, this morning, I put on a large red garter belt that shows off my cinched waist. The long garters go down to my thighs to hang on to my thin black stockings. My high-heeled pumps lengthen my legs and force me to be well arched, chest forward and buttocks back. I'm a sexy, sexy, middle-class woman, for both of them I'm just a slut and a whore. By dressing like this this morning I knew very well what I was doing. I dressed provocatively to better provoke fate. I can't go back!Once the two boys are naked, I find myself lying between them on this old sofa. They are kneeling at the height of my face and I suck the two acorns that come to me. Mohamed really has a very big tail but Djamal's seems to me to be much longer. I switch from one cock to another and when I suck one, I masturbate the other even if they don't need it to stay very hard. I keep my eyes closed to better savor this moment of debauchery that excites me to the highest point. I, the mother of thr ...

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