You know, as it happens, five years of life together will take place, and marital sex becomes boring to impossibility. Starts to want another woman, any, just not a wife. But the opportunity to find a mistress was not, social circle does not include free women, all the time at work and stuff, in general, my desire was not realized. And then I thought it was interesting, but how does my wife feel in this regard? I had several long novels and many one-off meetings before her, but I had her first. Doesn't she want to try another member? But to ask such questions, you understand, is rather inconvenient. Somehow we celebrated the holiday, and under the influence of alcohol my tongue was unleashed. I, as a joke, began to ask my wife about her sexual desires and fantasies. Well, she, of course, did not say anything, only joked. Then I began to offer her options to diversify sex with swinging. The option we plus another woman was rejected with indignation, the wife said: "I can not see you with another woman", but the offer of sex with two men caused approval. We began to sort out the familiar men, but did not like everything, she did not like they say, it’s scary or bald, I don’t like a talker or a drunkard. All this was accompanied by laughter, jokes, but I felt that my wife hid a serious attitude to this conversation under laughter. In the end she said: And in general, I can not change you in your eyes, love I didn’t have Ikov, and all of a sudden: “I told her that it could be so, you can change it on the side, but only once, and then we will be the three of us. Although I’ll look at how my wife will fuck another, I really wanted to. My wife laughed again, making a joke, but I felt that on occasion she would recall these words to me.

This is all a lyrical digression, and I wanted to tell about something else. Somehow, late in the evening, Zheka's old friend falls down with a beer car to me and is already slightly under the driver. We started cooking dumplings, smoking, talking and opening bottles. At the noise of his wife got up and stayed with us to drink beer. I must say that Jeka is a handsome, convivial guy, sings beautifully and plays the guitar, temperamental, but only unhappy in family life, all his marriages have broken up. Well, he has one more drawback - the alkagol blow is holding very poorly, it blows down the roof at the moment. Wife Zheke sympathizes, and he to her. I told myself many times that he needed a wife like mine, stuff like that, but, of course, within the framework of companionship. We sit drinking beer, I and Zheka at the table, and my wife opposite me on the couch. Since she got out of bed, she was only wearing panties and a bathrobe. Then the wife stood to fry the meat for a snack, and Zheka began to give her compliments, what a good wife she was, what a beautiful woman she was, and so on. He suffered unstoppable, his wife has long been prepared and sat on the couch, but he does not stop. My wife's eyes are burning, well, what woman would not like such speeches. And Jeka has sold himself, shouting that I am not worthy of such a wife, that she is a treasure trove of virtue and beauty, that she should kiss her hands. Here the wife says “Well, if you have to, then kiss”, and stretches his hand to him, as they sit close to each other. Zheka immediately began kissing her hand, and then completely fell before her on his knees and began to kiss both hands, and in between, she again praised her. My wife is sitting on the ottoman and her robe has parted so that you can see the pants even to me, who is sitting high, and Zheke, probably, the prospect opens up absolutely beautiful. The wife has eyes with some kind of radiant lust, her face is flushed, the floor of her robe does not straighten, her legs are apart, between them Zheka holds her hands and kisses them. The spectacle made me scared, I thought that this was the moment I dreamed of.And in order not to slow down the heat, I said that such a woman should not kiss her hands, but her legs. Jeka shouted: "And I will, I will kiss," went down to her ankles and began to kiss them, hugging his wife's legs for calves and stroking them. My wife sat back and looked at me, in her eyes there was an overt desire and a question that I understood without saying: “Can I?”. My answer was also silent: “Yes!”. I got up and said that I was going to the toilet, and since I was in training, I couldn’t hide the reaction, my wife followed my insurgent body with a blurred look. Of course, with such an erection there could be no talk of a toilet. I got up in the dark corridor and watched what was happening through the glass door of the kitchen. Zheka gradually rose higher, his lips already touched his wife's knees, and his hands stroked her hips. But here, apparently, the effect of alcohol was over and Zheka began to show hesitancy. He pulled away from his wife, but continued to say compliments. I realized that if you do not intervene, then all this will end. Gathering my resolve, I went into the kitchen and, going up to my wife, threw off a robe from her shoulders. With the words: "That you kiss all the legs, kiss her in the present," I put his hand on her chest. Jeka made some vague sound, and his wife moaned softly. After that, I turned and stood in the corridor again. They really started kissing, and Zheka, hanging over his wife, caressed her breasts. His wife untied the gown belt and completely threw it off, then she reached for Zheka’s jeans and began to touch the belt and the zipper. Rummaging a bit, she pulled out his penis, immediately jumping up. He was big with him, bigger than mine and full of veins and veins. His wife knelt in front of Zheka and, taking his dick in her mouth, began to completely pull off jeans and underpants from him. It is difficult to describe my feelings, such a nuclear mixture of jealousy and unprecedented excitement. Perhaps, I did not experience such excitement even at the age of fifteen, when the member stood incessantly. Usually, the wife does not like oral sex and gives me a blowjob with some coolness, and here she just swallowed his cock, sucked eggs, licked the head at a frantic pace with passion and skill. Her hands, with thin long musical fingers, hugged and crushed his buttocks. This sight was beautiful and very exciting. She put her mouth on his cock, and he stroked her face, took her head, then by the neck and chin. The wife intensified the tempo and began to moan, she hugged him even tighter, her breasts flattened against his legs. A shiver ran through her body, her hips began to shrink, and she didn’t let go of her mouth. The wife finished with a foreign member in her mouth for a long time and strongly, her fingers stuck into Zheka's buttocks so that they left pink marks on her skin. After several particularly strong shudders and shrieks, she released the penis from her mouth and collapsed to the floor. And wih, apparently from overexcitation could not finish. His device looked at the sky, the head became purple. He put his wife on the couch and began to pull off her pants, kissing her feet from the inside. Having settled with his underpants, he put his mouth to her crotch. My wife lay on her back, head to the door and looked at the place where I stood. She did not see me, but I knew that she knew that I was watching them. She started up pretty quickly, that's what the new man means. Jeka licked her lips and pulled the clitoris, periodically inserting fingers into the vagina and making rotational movements there. His wife began to purr and put her legs on his shoulders. Taking him by the head, she began to drive her up and down. Usually when she was making love she was silent, right there she turned her head and said: “That's so good. Yes, yes, stronger, more, more. " Jeka amplified the amplitude and just began to bite into her crotch. His wife arched and leaned towards him, her cries and moans rushed through the kitchen, the movements became convulsive and, throwing back her head, she finished again. Zheka got up and began to pull herself up to her in order to insert her friend in the present.His wife shoved him off weakly, saying that now she could not, that a little later, but she still spread her legs. Jeka fidgeted a little, settling himself, and, suddenly abruptly and to the full depth, drove his instrument. There was a resounding slap, the wife gasped and completely surrendered to his pressure. Jeka worked like a car, without changing the pace, without reducing the force of the blows. His wife lay beneath him completely limp, ...