Names changed.

It all started with the fact that I read a story in one erotic content magazine that interested me greatly. It describes the events that occurred with one married couple. The wife changed at the request of her husband, and he, in turn, was a mere observer. A witness of how a stranger, a complete stranger has sex with his own wife.

The first thing I felt was the shock of the fact that my husband liked it all. A wife is a person for the sake of which everything around is created, and done, and improved, and even breathed in this world. The creature is so bright and native that it is difficult to imagine a more wonderful picture than the one I read about in this magazine.

But, oddly enough, the text itself, the emotions that the author put into his creation, touched me to the quick. I tried to imagine myself in the place of the main character and ...

So, my name is Michael, then I was 23 years old. I will not hide a very nice young man. A member of pure 17 cm. Before these events, I changed my wife only once, although there were more opportunities. Changed with one purpose only to try a virgin. Feel first. If it were not for this obsessive desire, perhaps it would never change.

Maria, 20 years old, adored by me madly. Very nice girl, with whom by this time we have lived happily for about two years. Small breasts, wasp waist, delicious ass, very sociable and friendly to all. Kind, dear little man, decent behavior, never gave me a reason for jealousy. Although she had plenty of friends, for her sake she refused from her old company and less and less often maintained a relationship with them. We then loved each other madly. It seemed the whole world for us.

Well, I finished the description, let's get down to the events. I did not know how to confess to Mary that I wanted to see her treason. I thought for a long time how she would react. I was afraid to confess my desires, even more so that they frightened even me. I thought that she would be offended and send me to hell. Fear and desire mingled in one coil, which took away all my thoughts.

Spring has come. The sun, the first hot days, everything melts. Maria and I are taking the bus. Hormones play like never before. And I decided. I dialed on my phone: “I want you to change me,” and showed it to her. She took the phone in her hand, read it, smiled, looked at me somehow strangely, and wrote the answer: “let's talk at home”. Until the evening on this topic, we did not communicate with her.

And already at home, having finished our business, having previously consumed a bottle of red wine, we had sex. Again, I did not dare to talk to her about treason, and decided not to blame myself at all. Suddenly, she first started talking to me about it. “Do you really want me to cheat on you?” Yes! “Do you want another man to visit my pussy?” Yes !! "So that his dick was in my mouth?" YES !!! "To fuck me like the last whore, so I swallow his sperm !!! "

I could not answer her. I pumped her vagina with my sperm. I drove her for the most I can not. And she moaned. God how she moaned! It seemed to me that at that moment we were heard even on the street. Orgasm rolled on her right behind me. Maria struggled in ecstasy, clutching at me with both hands and breathing heavily. My dick was in her, pulsing with remnants of sperm, she was in seventh heaven. So we fell asleep that night when I confessed my desires.

The next day, as in all subsequent, I constantly hinted at her treason. She deftly joked. We had crazy sex, but Maria never dared to change. I became like an obsessed person. The words: "I want you to change me," soared in the air constantly. She told me that she could not just walk up to the guy and offer him sex. She asked me to go somewhere together with her, choose a cute boy and start a conversation.Just hint that we need a threesome. But here I was already afraid, I was scared to imagine how this guy would react, how to look at me. How on fool? I would have done so in his place.

However, as time went on, my desire, although it was approved by my wife, was still just a dream. Such a cherished, alluring, but all pipe dream. But one day closer to the May holidays, Mary approached me and held out the phone. There sms from the guy signed Zhorik. "Hello! Mash, long time no see. How do you look to meet? ”

I looked at my wife, then again on SMS, and asked to tell about him. It turned out that she knew him for a long time, Zhorik from her old company. Nice young man, lives with a girl. At one time they chatted nicely, but did not meet, and they didn’t have sex as such. Although she, as she said, I would like to sleep with him.

I fired up. She looked at me intently and quite seriously asked: "How will I treat her after that?" I responded to all the emotions that I would love her even more. At the same moment we had sex, I took her from behind. We rarely engaged in anal sex, but when we still had it, it was unforgettable. I even think that Mashka likes him more than the vaginal one.

The next morning we began to discuss the details of the upcoming meeting. She did not know where to start. I offered to call him to our house next weekend, under the pretext of drinking a beer. I will leave in advance, and you will be completely alone. "How do I get him to do sex," she asked. "Take the initiative, take his dick in your mouth, not a single man can stand on such a gift of fate"

- Can I call you and we'll have three of us having sex?

I did not know what to say. I wanted this terribly, but I could not give anyone any reason to laugh at me. And here everything depended on his reaction.

- We will see according to the circumstances.

Masha took the phone, and wrote the answer. "I'm waiting for you on Saturday, at six from me, take a beer, my will not be"

We have not had sex for a week. Except for the easy blowjob from my favorite. She asked me to fuck her, but I held on, stirring up her interest in the upcoming meeting.

And now the week has come to an end, the day has come X. I myself was engaged in the preparation of my beloved. I made her put on thongs, a skirt so short that if she wanted to bend down a bit lower, her panties would be visible. Bra, I asked her not to wear, just a topic. Masha made up her face, she was all burning with expectation and excitement.

And here's a call from him. I will be in half an hour. I gathered. The last time I looked at my still faithful wife. A gorgeous girl: her hair is pleasantly loose, a sweet smile, plump lips, an enticing mouth, nipples sticking out from under the top, a bare navel with a small tattoo over it, and a sexy short dress.

When I put on my shoes, Zhorik called her. Ten minutes. Mashulya smiled at me, and, looking straight into her eyes, lifted her skirt up on her and in one deft movement pulled her thong off.

“I think they will be superfluous,” she whispered, after which she ran her hand between her legs and put her wet fingers into my mouth. They were incredibly wet. I licked them dry and with complete admiration I left the apartment.

I decided to go to my parents, since they live in the next house across the street. There was only a father at home, we greeted each other, after which he went to work in his room, and I stayed in the hall to watch football. Russia played with some sort of dwarf country. Twenty minutes of play has passed. I was very nervous, finally, I could not stand it and went to the balcony to smoke.

My parents lived on the 8th floor. And we are with Maria at 6 in the house opposite. I looked at our loggia with her, there was nobody on her, and the curtains with a dense mass hid all that was happening in the room. I had a double feeling. The desire to see the betrayal of his wife, and the equally strong desire that everything ended with a drink of beer and a peaceful trip to their homes. I called Masha. Long beeps, were replaced by short. She threw off.

I returned to the room to watch the match.Russia sluggishly attacked, Andorra sluggishly defended ....