Sooner or later it had to happen. My wife and I were married a long time ago, so long ago that the problem of claims from the wife of our wedding day has become chronic. Of course, we are not angels - I had connections on the side, both random and very long. Not to say that I didn’t like fucking someone else’s wife, but after some time I began to realize that I only loved my spouse, and my passion was nothing other than trying to fill Alena’s shortcomings, mainly in our sexual relations. Like many couples who have lived together for a long time, we became similar in many ways, including in our conspiracy abilities, while both of us, having some suspicion of half betrayal, did not find absolutely any reliable data for mutual accusations. For example, I am now one hundred percent sure that my little wife fucked with her boss, being with him on a business trip, but I never managed to feel like “horned”. Maybe because absolutely no one knows about this, and maybe because just at that time I had a tumultuous explosive romance with one nymphomaniac, whose sexual nature would have done honor to my wife.

I have repeatedly and very successfully used the real scenes of these "left" relationships in sexual fantasies in our bedding with my wife "battles" and they always led to one result - her stormy orgasm. In turn, she sometimes also tried to depict fantasized sexual contacts with her participation, and this always turned on me terribly. In general, as it probably became clear to you, at the same time we came to the need for group sex.

Unfortunately, attempts to find a suitable pair ended in failure. I didn’t like her future partner, then Alain was beginning to suspect that the “other woman” would “lead me away” from her. Is it worth explaining how this topic is scrupulous! Strangely enough, the only suitable option for both of us was a man - on the one hand, I received a sports interest in competing with a competitor, and on the other, my little wife had no reason to be jealous of me. To tell how long I persuaded her to a meeting I will not - a separate story will turn out. But the fact remains that I nevertheless managed to persuade her to take the train tickets in order to leave for the weekend in the neighboring town (the option of the man next door seemed dangerous to me). So, we finally got together.

Alyona sat frowned all the way, and I began to suspect that at the very last moment she would change her mind. However, this did not happen, apparently, the wife had already decided something to herself. In the end, when we rented a hotel room, she, complaining that she had not slept on the train, seriously looking into my eyes, asked if I would later regret what had happened and whether it would become an excuse for me to “go on a walk” on to the side? I never considered my Alain a stupid woman and, before replying, considered a potential situation. What surprised me was that during this deliberation, my dick stood up, and this solved all the problems - hugging my wife, I swore that I would never leave her! Obviously, my arms turned out to be sincere, since Alyona was immediately concerned about her appearance (what to wear, how to make up her hair, how to behave herself - did she immediately go to bed?). Satisfied with my statement that everything will be as it will be, she decided to give me all the initiative in this matter. The only thing I had to do after all was prudently pouring her a glass of vodka - I knew that alcohol acts on my little wife in the most favorable way from the point of view of removing all sexual shyness.

While she was recovering from a significant portion of alcohol for her, I rummaged in her suitcase and took out a white short lace nightgown and the same panties.Having sent Alain to the bathroom to change clothes, I spread the bed and, gathering my spirit (I’m not going to be cunning, I was rather afraid), called the number indicated by Nicholas - we had previously agreed in secret from my wife by email. He was on the spot, as it turned out, not far from our hotel, and was ready to come to us in about twenty minutes. Having laid a little drunk, and therefore my wife, playing with eyes, went to bed, I went to the hotel lobby to meet Nicholas.

Nikolai turned out to be exactly the way he described himself in letters, a little shorter than me, thin, with glasses and with the right speech. This pleased me, because I knew for sure that my Alena was sickened by any rudeness. We had a very nice chat with him in the lobby, he was more interested in my husband’s sexual passions, and I was more interested in his connections from the point of view of a healthy lifestyle. Both turned out to be quite acceptable both in quality and quantity, and we went to our room.

His wife was still in bed, covered with a blanket, she showed only a curious nose and bright eyes from under him. Apparently, the appearance of Nikolay did not make an unpleasant impression on her, because she very willingly answered his polite greeting and even showed a wary smile from under the blanket. Realizing that now I can’t get her out on display, I quickly collected everything that was on the table, poured out the remaining vodka and offered to get to know each other better. Alena inadvertently got the ambiguity of my proposal, with indignation, wrinkled her nose and categorically refused to drink. Nikolai came to the rescue, he took a bottle of gorgeous champagne from his bag, and inadvertently conquered my wife, she adored champagne. As proof of her gratitude, she even deigned to pull one hand out from under the blanket to get a foaming drink, and Nike, who turned out unexpectedly gallant, managed to peck at her palm. The initiative of Nicholas took off the tension and I, despite not already done persistence of Alena, pulled her out at the table. While eating vodka, I had the pleasure of watching Nicholas’s greedy looks on my wife’s slender legs, with which she moved nervously, throwing one leg over the other, and also the nipples of her breasts sticking through the laces, giving her an obvious arousal.

- Why don't you dance? - I asked, marveling at my own courageous looseness, and turned on the TV, through which the MTV program was on.

Nikolay looked at me in surprise - that was the reason, because just about ten minutes ago, in the lobby of the hotel, we agreed that first of all he would like to see Alena and I fuck, and then she would decide for ourselves "Group sex" or that's all and limited. Alain, in response to my call, has already risen, and Nicholas had no choice but to take her by the waist and lead in a slow dance. I sat down in the chair and enjoyed the spectacle. My missus embraced Nikolai's neck (I think, so as not to show him his eyes), he pressed her waist to her. The picture turned out just wonderful - I watched with my own eyes how her protruding nipples rubbed on his suit, and Alenkin's ass clearly expected a man's hand. When in the dance they turned to me in profile, I clearly saw how the protruding bottom of Nikolai’s trousers rested against my wife’s pubis, and she, too, feeling this, raised herself on her toes and spread her legs a little, with the result that his penis was between her legs. This was one of her favorite caresses - a member of the clitoris - my wife loves to feel a standing member, resting against her private parts. Realizing that now is the time to provide her with a double caress, I jumped up, approached her from behind and, pulling my long-standing member out of my pants, pressed it into her ass.

It turned out to be a signal to her! Alain, began to twist the ass and rub against our members. Nikolai grabbed her ass with both hands, and I ran my fingers into the side openings of my shirt and began to squeeze her boobs, the nipples of which she continued to press to Nicholas's chest.Alyona increasingly turned between us, clinging to me, now to Nicholas, and spreading her legs wider, trying to ensure that our members met. Having achieved this, she squeezed her legs tightly, hugging at the same time ...