I have long dreamed of seeing my wife in the arms of another man, hearing her intermittent breathing and voluptuous moans, and feeling the smell of hot female flesh mixed with the tart smell of male lust. I taught Irina to this thought gradually, slowly, but quite persistently and persistently. During our night raids on discos and club nights, I encouraged her to dance with unknown men, often choosing partners for her. As spellbound, I watched the plastic, graceful movements of my wife, with ecstasy watched the "talk" in body language, which she led with the men dancing with her, eagerly caught the lustful looks of excited males.

For such trips, I specially selected clothes for Irina. Most often these were short dresses, tight-fitting her slim figure, but not hiding her chiseled, insanely beautiful legs, patent leather shoes or high-heeled sandals and silk stockings with openwork elastic. Her elastic small breasts usually did not need a bra, and sometimes, at my insistence, she did without panties. At first she was very embarrassed by her, but I still managed to convince her that there was a special charm in this, because of all those present at the party, only we knew this “little secret”. Over time, the spouse got used to my role as an outside observer and, accepting my rules of the game, began to flirt openly with her random partners, allowing them to embrace and even kiss themselves in a whirlwind of dance, accepted invitations “something to drink”, she invited the men who liked her to White dance. As she later told me, many turned to her "with extremely immodest offers", which she politely but firmly rejected. After all, for her, all this continued to be just a game, for me her ever more frivolous behavior was the next step towards the realization of her cherished dream.

By the thought of sex with other men, I gradually taught my wife in bed, trying to simultaneously occupy all of her holes, not only with my penis and fingers, but also with any improvised means and objects. Various vibrators, Japanese balls, candles and even young pimply cucumbers were used. For a long time she did not like anal sex, she was hurt and unpleasant, but special moisturizing and stimulating creams, along with my reverent attitude to her ass, did their job, and she began to get true pleasure from anal intercourse.

She was used to shooting our love games on video. Our film library was regularly updated with new and new sexual innovations.

And finally came the long-awaited evening of love! Yes, yes, exactly, - Evening with a capital letter!

With our guests, Igor and Oleg, we met at a new trendy disco, where the cream of Moscow beau monde flowed.

Both guys represented the ideal of male beauty, they seemed to have gone from the glossy cover of the magazine. And, at the same time, they were the exact opposite of each other. Igor is a tall, broad-shouldered blond man with piercing blue eyes, a real Viking. Oleg is a slender, elegant brunette with every movement resembling a Spanish bullfighter. Irina liked them “from the first dance”, she had fun, laughed, frankly flirting with one or the other, giving them a dazzling smile and fleeting playful kisses. She clearly turned their heads, in their views clearly read the passionate, almost animal desire to own my beautiful wife. Their mutual attraction was so unstoppable that I did not hesitate to invite them to our house to “continue the holiday.”

While my wife was preparing snacks, I lit the candles, turned on the quiet smooth music, quietly inserted one of the “our” tapes into the video and treated Oleg and Igor to icy champagne.The guys were obviously excited, and a slight pleasant shiver swept over me. We talked about something at ease, when Irina appeared on the threshold of the room. The three of us literally caught the breath from her look! I still do not understand how she managed to change her clothes so quickly. The wife appeared before our admiring glances in a translucent white tunic and sandals woven from narrow leather straps. Goddess!

Igor first came to his senses and silently enticed my wife in a slow, frankly erotic dance ... Soon Oleg joined them.

Their bodies, arms, shoulders, and thighs are intertwined into one whole, into some very strange, bizarre, exotic creature, squirming smoothly and flexibly to the beat of quiet music ...

But the psychological barrier beyond which reckless permissiveness lay was not yet broken.

I opened another bottle of champagne and, having seated Irina with the guests on the sofa, offered to watch the video. The guys and my wife, who obviously didn’t expect a dirty trick from me, without much visible desire (because their thoughts were in completely different areas) agreed.

I, like before jumping into the ice pool, took a deep breath and turned on the video. The goggle of a trinity sitting on the couch brought my completely naked wife in a leather collar, with heavy clips on swollen nipples, with ankles chained in steel shackles, eagerly sucking my big wet cock and simultaneously rhythmically introducing a shiny metal vibrator into her expiring life-giving juice. ..

Irina, having recovered from the first shock, tried to protest, but immediately found herself in the passionate embraces of completely distraught guests. They covered her body with hot kisses, randomly stroking and caressing her shoulders, chest, stomach, legs. In the blink of an eye, her tunic was torn off. She no longer resisted, but only sobbed strangely and moaned softly from irresistible desire ...

To be continued