The story I want to tell you really happened. We have been married for 12 years. The usual married couple. My wife, at 32, looks very attractive. Beautiful breasts of the fourth size, long legs, amazing ass, on which many men gaze.

About a year ago we were in Moscow, a wife on her own science (she wrote her dissertation and went to retain her supervisor), and I just wander around the capital. In the evening, returning to the hotel, his wife said that her supervisor, professor, would arrive a little later, and we would arrange a small buffet in the room. Quickly ordered drinks and snacks, tidied the room. Exactly at eight knocked on the door.

On the threshold stood a man of about sixty, of short stature, with a large bald spot, with glasses and a neatly trimmed beard. "Pavel Ivanovich" - he introduced himself. We sat at the table. After the third glass of brandy situation has become more relaxed. We talked like good old friends. Imperceptibly empty and the second bottle. All were pretty drunk. The professor invited me to go out on the balcony and there, thoughtfully smoking a cigarette, just said that I had just a charming wife, and that in recent years he had never felt such an attraction to a woman as it is now.

It was said so simply that I was somewhat confused, and he, seeing my confusion, began with a patter to convince me that sooner or later all wives are cheating on their husbands, and in order to avoid it you need to diversify your sex life, but honestly, without cheating with permission and in the presence of each other. Whether the drunk took its toll, but in his words I heard a certain meaning. Moreover, I felt that this conversation excited me. I shrugged and said that I did not know how my wife would look at it. To which he happily said that he was pleased with my agreement, and that if she was against it, of course, we would forget about this conversation. He asked me to sit for about fifteen minutes on the balcony in an armchair, pretending that I was dozing off, and he entered the room. I saw him go to my wife and hugging her from behind, he began to whisper something quickly in her ear. A few minutes later she entered the balcony, but when she saw that I was sleeping, she came back. The professor approached her closely and, taking her by the ass tightly pressed to him. She tried to pull away, but he already ran his hands under her dress and squeezed her ass tightly. Without releasing her, he went with her to the sofa and, sitting her down on the sofa with a sharp movement, took off her panties. Then he pressed his lips to her smoothly shaved pussy, and I saw how his wife's hips relaxed, and she spread her legs. She sat on the couch, covering her eyes and biting her lip in pleasure. Without ceasing to caress her professor quickly freed from the trousers and looked out from under his shirt, surprisingly strong for his age, a large, not less than twenty centimeters knotty member with just a huge mushroom-like head of lilac color and large saggy eggs. Another second, and he firmly held his wife's wounded legs on his shoulders. Pulling her ass to the edge of the couch, he slowly inserted his gun into his wife's wet slit for the entire length. She gasped, not expecting such pressure, but he was already jokingly pulling her onto his shiny lubricating member, slamming eggs on her ass. It lasted about forty minutes. He fucked her from behind, from above, seated her over himself. He took out his dick completely, causing her lips to turn out after the movement of his head, and with a force drove him again. Then, spreading the halves, he tried to put her in the ass, but he did not succeed. In the end, he roared deeply, speaking between her chic buns. I never entered the room. But the strangest thing is, I really experienced the pleasure of watching him fuck my beloved wife.

Then he quickly dressed, left. I continued to sit on the balcony while my wife was taking a shower, thinking about how to tell her what I saw.And when she, fragrant with purity, entered after the shower on the balcony and pressed herself to me with her whole body, she kissed me on the lips and whispered: "Thank you, Pavel Ivanovich, I said that you are not sleeping:". I pulled her to me and realized that from that moment we began another sex life full of desires and pleasures.

To be continued.