Rob’s wife finds out everything at the end…

Rob arrived home late at night, but he was in time for dinner. His wife, Sasha, was already setting the table, and his daughter Amy was playing with dolls in the nursery.
“Is it really necessary to visit your sister so often?” Sasha asked her husband with displeasure.
“You know, dear, I need to check the apartment. This morning my sister wrote to me to fix the faucet in the bathroom.” Rob replied, although there was no breakdown, he went to his old apartment just to see his sister, Bridget. Rob was wildly aroused at the sight of his sister, and he had a fetish for her underwear. No one knew about this secret of his, neither his sister nor his wife. No one else. It was his most intimate secret. His sister’s thong on the towel rail and the subsequent conversation with her in the kitchen about everything (their conversations usually took on a slightly sexual character, but mostly it was jokes and banter) forced him to stop at the mall on the way home to jerk off in the toilet and relieve tension.
But even at dinner, now, with his wife and daughter, he kept thinking about his sister. While eating chicken wings, he turned on the TV and switched to the action movie channel to distract himself from his thoughts. On the screen, the scene of a shootout is replaced by a prison corridor full of convicts behind bars. A blonde in a pink miniskirt appears in the hallway, looking a hell of a lot like his sister Bridget. She is accompanied by a guard, a fat man.
“Damn, do you know how many guys are going to be raped today because of your skirt?” The fat man said.
“I can enhance its effect”, The blonde smiled cheekily and lifted her skirt from behind, exposing her buttocks. It turned out that she was not wearing underwear. There was a whistle and a fuss.
Sasha covered Emmy’s eyes with her palm and, taking the TV remote control with the words – What the hell is being filmed now – switched to the science channel.
Rob’s dick got hard right at the table, he hadn’t even had time to chew a piece of chicken yet.
After Sasha put her daughter to bed in the nursery, they went to bed. Rob’s mind was spinning: raped guys, blonde ass, Bridget, raped guys, blonde ass, Bridget…
Then Rob stroked his wife on the shoulder, the other went down into his underpants, took hold of his cock standing from overexcitation, slowly ran his palm over Sasha’s shoulder again, but she was already asleep lying on her stomach. He turned on his side, and with one hand gathered the blanket on her back and threw it over her head, abruptly lowered her panties to her knees. Sasha woke up, but she didn’t even have time to figure out what was going on. She lunged, but Rob pushed half of her face hard into the pillow, leaning on her. She twitched, but realized it was useless.
“Not there, Rob..”, Sasha croaked in a commanding tone, trying to remain calm, feeling her husband’s penis rest against the sphincter – “not in the ass!”
“Stay down,” Rob muttered, so he didn’t care what she said.
“Not there! Not…”
Rob entered her ass and wheezed in her ear in a way that was the most disgusting thing Sasha had ever heard in her life.
“Yeehhhhhhaprrrrrrr, fuck!!!!!!!!!!!”
… and started banging her ass with slaps. His wife could not utter a word out of surprise, because he had never been like that. She realized that she didn’t know him at all. “Is this all because of that bitch on TV?”
“Bridget, you have excellent anal,” Rob muttered and finished, then just collapsed on his back next to her.
The wife was still lying in the same position. Sperm was leaking out of the anus. His eyes stared blankly into the void in front of him. Trust in her husband has dropped to zero.

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