During the year that we lived together a lot has changed. Our sexual relations became day by day more and more passionate and diverse. I can not say that I was fed up with our sexual relations, but I wanted something else. What exactly, I did not know. The case helped me to understand what. At that time I traveled a lot on business trips. This time I had to go together with my colleague F to one Ukrainian city. The business trip did not foretell any particular difficulties, and I decided to take Lena with me. We settled in a new hotel not far from the factory, to which we arrived. In the afternoon, with my colleague, we worked at the plant, carrying out the task set before us, and in the evening we walked three of us, and then went to visit each other. One evening we were at F in a guest room. At first we drank, then began to watch something on TV.

Unlike my colleague, I drank a little, but he drank more than enough. Lena could not drink at all. For her, only one glass of vodka was enough to first have a good time for a good twenty minutes, and then fall asleep in a dead sleep. Which she did after drinking two glasses. I was sitting on the couch, and Lena was sleeping, putting my head on my knees, facing me and with my back to F, who was sitting on a chair in the opposite corner of the room. Lena was wearing a skirt "reptile" of some smooth material "under silk." I put my hand on my wife's hip, but since the material of the skirt was slippery, and the silk panties under the skirt were equally slippery, my hand slipped around Lena's waist, dragging the skirt behind me and baring my wife's hips above the knees. My first impulse was to straighten Lena's skirt, but then I noticed how greedy eyes F looked at my wife’s slightly bare hips.

And then I realized that the situation turns me on. I was damn nice to see that a stranger with a lust looking at the slightly exposed charms of his wife. I paused for a short pause, and then, with trembling fingers, slightly pulled Lena’s skirt to the waist, exposing her hips even more. In this case, my cock was ready to jump out of jeans. Member F, by the way, also responded no less violently. F was in sports pants that could not hide the impressive size of the hill. Slowly, slowly, centimeter by centimeter, I continued to lift Lena’s skirt, more and more exposing her hips and not only her hips. At the same time, I pretended that I was watching TV, from time to time looking sidelong in the direction of F. After a while I could even see my wife's exposed panties from my seat. F from his seat without any doubt could completely overlook Lena's ass, covered with silk panties. I squinted at F as I studied his reaction. He stared at Lena's ass, forgetting about my presence. I really wanted to know what he would do if I left him alone with my wife. Since everything was drunk, I had a wonderful excuse to retire.

“I'll go down to the buffet over the bubble,” I said.

- Well! - F. was delighted.

I carefully, so as not to wake up, put Lena's head on the sofa and stood up.

“I hope there is no queue at the buffet now,” I said. - So in about 15 minutes I'll be back.

I left the room. Our room with Lena was adjacent to room F, and the balconies were separated only by a partition at the level of the belt. So I hurried to my room, quietly went out onto the balcony and climbed over the partition separating the balconies. Then I quietly tiptoed over to the window and looked into F. Room. The following picture appeared to my eyes: Lena was still lying on the sofa and was asleep, but she pulled one leg to her chest, and now F could see not only her ass , but also the crotch, covered with thin panties. I was excited that they say "nowhere else." My colleague appears to be no less.Sitting in his corner, he pulled a hefty cock out of his sweatpants and began to jerk off, looking at the picture before him. I followed his example, lightly stroking my, stiffened member to the limit. Meanwhile, F got up from his seat and, without ceasing to masturbate, walked over to the sofa on which my wife was lying. Putting one knee on the sofa, he lightly pressed the thick and wet head of his penis to Lena's crotch and began to rub it on his wife's panties, moving the penis with his hand along her pussy. Apparently through a dream, Lena was pleased with these caresses, because she pulled her leg up to her chest even more and slightly raised her ass.

The movements of F became more and more passionate. A spasm ran through his body, he twitched backwards, violently and abundantly ending, releasing the sperm straight onto his wife's crotch and crotch, smearing it with the head of his penis. He finished surprisingly long. I, looking at all this, also could not help but stop splashing the window glass. F finally stopped convulsing, continuing, however, to rub his sperm into my wife's panties. Finally he rose. His legs were trembling noticeably. He neatly covered with a skirt Lena's ass in panties wet from his sperm and went to his corner. My own legs trembled no less.

It was already time for me to “come back from the buffet”. After a short pause in order to recover a little from what was experienced, I returned to room F.

“Vodka is over and as always on me,” I said sadly.

“And to hell with her,” F. obviously rejoiced. “It's late, and tomorrow to get up early.”

- Yes, we will go now. I'll just wake Lena up, ”I said.

I began to pull at Lena's shoulder. She opened her eyes and sat up.

- Let's go to sleep. It's late, I said.

Lena got up.

“Good night,” she said.

The pause was apparently caused by the sensation, to put it mildly, of excessive moisture between the legs.

“Let's go, let's go,” I said, not giving her time to come to her senses.

We left the room. My wife looked at me with large eyes, in which there was surprise and a question. But she said nothing. When we entered our room, she immediately went to the bathroom. I looked forward to her return with impatience and alarm. Our whole further sex life depended on how she perceived what had happened. Lena returned very soon, holding her panties in her hands.

- I have all the panties in the semen, even squeeze. And pussy all in it, and ass. Are you finished on me while I was sleeping?

“Yes, finished, not me,” I said, looking into her eyes.

- Like this? She asked, confused.

- Come to me, I'll tell you everything.

She came to me, and I sat her on his lap. First, I kissed her long kiss passionately, at the same time pushing her hips and putting her palm on her pussy. The wife had not had time to wash away and was without panties. Indeed, F tried hard, rubbing her sperm with her. The whole pussy was sticky and wet, and the origin of this stickiness and wetness was not in doubt. Continuing to caress my wife's pussy-smeared sperm, I said:

- You see, when you were sleeping, I accidentally pulled your skirt up. F looked at your legs so that I could not resist and completely exposed your ass, so that he could admire her. You should have seen him stand on you. And I was terribly pleased to see how much you turn it on. I myself was very excited by this.

I blurted out all this without letting Lena insert a word. Lena was silent for a minute, and then asked:

- you really was very nice?

- Yes very!

- What happened next? - asked wife.

- I left you alone under the pretext that I was going to the buffet, and he himself climbed back through our balcony and looked out the window at what was happening here.

- And what happened here? - With a hint of impatience again asked his wife.

- He pulled out his penis and began to masturbate, and then approached you from behind, pressed his penis to your pussy and began to rub against her. Then he finished ...