This story happened in the same family. Her husband's name is Eldar, he is 27 years old, his wife is Christina, she is 25. All this happened by chance or not by chance, everyone will have their own opinion. I will describe the events on behalf of Eldar ...

We have been married for 7 years, although we know each other almost from the cradle. It so happened that our parents have been friends for a long time, and we have known each other since childhood. At school, we were even teased by the bride and groom. For this, someone sometimes got it. The only time when we were not together is military service. After the army, we immediately got married, the parents were extremely happy about this event.

We have a good family, no problems. We have a son, will soon go to school.

My wife Christina is just beautiful - medium-sized brunette, with big brown eyes, with a good figure, with beautiful breasts 2 sizes, with appetizing ass and slender legs. I often catch admiring glances of men, it is so pleasant and tickles my vanity slightly.

A large apartment, in her purchase her parents made a great contribution, a car, not a bad job.

Yes and sexually everything is just fine, we have a pretty hectic sex life. We love sex without gum, she likes when I cum in her, she loves to suck dick, the only thing she does not like is anal. I did not quite correctly put it, she does not accept anal.

For the thrill of sensations, we sometimes fantasize, representing different situations. Especially we are excited by fantasies of betrayal, just blows the head. I imagine my friends in my place. Why friends I do not know myself, but it excites me so much. During sex, I fall asleep with her questions - you like to change your husband, you like someone else's members and others like you, on the same topic. Christina plays along with me saying yes. I call her a whore, b ... th, slut. She is terribly exciting (with her words). And the more we fantasize about this topic, the more it captures them. But fantasizing in bed, we did not take any action to translate these fantasies into life.

But fantasies, like dreams, are sometimes fulfilled.

It all started quite banal, with a phone call. Called Rashad, my army friend. We were together in the training, then together we got into one company and served further until the demobilization. As it happened, we immediately became friends. Why? It is difficult to say, we understood each other perfectly, helped out and supported each other. No, I was friends not only with him, but with Rashad there was a special occasion, as they say, we were not spilled. And then our paths diverged. Over time, we found each other on the Internet and began to communicate, when just by letters, when on Skype. Almost everyone knew about each other ...

It turned out that Rashad was on a business trip in a nearby city and he would like to come visit us. This made me very happy, and I invited him with joy.

On Friday, in the late afternoon, I met Rashad at the train station. Then we drove into the store - bought brandy for ourselves and wine for my wife, and with a reserve, so as not to run, snacks. By our arrival, Christina laid the table.

At first they drank for the meeting, for the acquaintance (Christina and Rashad), it was not without a toast to the hostess. And then memories came. It was a meeting of two friends who had not seen each other for a long time, we could not talk a lot. At the table every now and then the phrase sounded:

- Do you remember...

Christine listened to us with interest. Sometimes she left us, came back again, and we all talked and talked. Christina managed to clean up unnecessary dishes, and wash her, put her son to sleep and even change clothes, changing the dress to a dressing gown. And we sat, drank and recalled, occasionally jumping on the balcony to smoke.

Time passed quickly, it was too late, and everyone drank well. It was time to round out, but Rashad and I talked and talked until Christina dispersed us:

- All boys, enough for today! Tomorrow in the morning continue.All sleep! Rashad, I will bed you here in the hall.

There were no objections. While she made him a bed, Rashad and I took the leftover dishes to the kitchen.

Rashad stayed in the hall, Christine closed the door, so as not to disturb him. I went to the kitchen myself, I followed her. She began to wash the dishes.

- Chris, let's go to sleep. Tomorrow we wash. Come on, I want to ...

- Sam (so my name is wife and close friends), go, lie down ... I quickly ...

I spun a couple of minutes in the kitchen, then lightly slapped her ass, went into the bedroom. I lay down on the bed, I lay and waited for her and somehow slid off to my eyes.

I woke up, my wife was not around, there was silence in the apartment. I got up, went out into the corridor. The door to the hall is open, I walked to the door. There was no Rashad in the room. Moved down the corridor, the light was burning only in the kitchen. Through the corrugated glass of the kitchen door, nothing was visible. Sounds were heard, but I could not understand them. At once any nonsense got into her head. My wife and his friend ... From this thought thrown into a fever. I wanted to enter, but something was holding me back. I stood in indecision in front of the door and did not know what to do. If I went further everything would have gone the other way, but I did not.

Instead of going into the kitchen, I turned sharply, walked through the bedroom to the balcony (we have a long balcony, a breathtaking bedroom and kitchen, the door was in the bedroom, and there was a window out of the kitchen), went to the kitchen window and carefully looked in. Immediately relieved from his heart - Chris and Rashad sat at the table and drank tea. How could I think ?! Moron! As I just did not scold myself mentally.

Rashad said something, Christine smiled mysteriously. What they talked about, I could not understand how much I did not strain my ears. I stood, looked at them, trying at the same time, so that they would not notice me. Then they will say that I was spying on them. I was already quite calm and even began to mentally make fun of myself.

Rashad lit a cigarette, Chris removed the cups, cookies from the table, wiped the crumbs and began to wash the dishes. He smoked, deeply drawn out and without stopping looking at Christina. I put out a cigarette, left the table. Then I was a little bit oh ... eaten, he was in his underpants!

Rashad walked over to Christine, wrapped his arms around her from behind, then turned and put his lips to hers. Her hands slid over his arms and shoulders and ... she wrapped her arms around his neck. Chris didn't even resist!

I was first hot, then cold, my legs trembled. I even had to lean against the wall. I stood rooted to the spot and looked.

Rashad, not having received resistance, grew bolder and began to knead her ass with one hand, slightly raising the hem of his dressing gown, the other hastily unbuttoning the buttons on the dressing gown. His hand moved one side of the dressing gown, baring his chest and abdomen. Flesh-colored panties are visible.

I watched it, breathing hard, my legs became wadded.

Rashad began to kiss the neck, shoulder, reached the chest. Christine stood without stirring, her eyes were closed, her head a little thrown back.

He laid her on the kitchen table, the floor of the robe swung open, exposing her body. His eyes were closed, his chest heaved high. Rashad began to pull off her panties, she lifted her ass, helping him. He sharply spread her legs and fell between her legs. She started, it seems that a member of Rashad was already in her pussy.

I looked into all my eyes, and even changed the disposition that I could see better. About ten minutes ago, I was ready to rush into the kitchen with only one suspicion, but now I stood and watched Rashad f ... t my beloved wife.

He methodically drove x ... into her pussy. She slightly moved to meet his penis, arching her back. Her legs wrapped around his body. Christine palm covered her mouth, the second hand, she held the edge of the table.

I watched and did not believe. It seemed to me that this is some kind of dream. My army friend is my wife, and she likes it, and I stand and watch! Well, your fantasy came true! And then only I noticed my dick - he was standing! I lowered my pants and began to masturbate. I jerked off and watched Rashad slowly fingering my Christina outside the window. Sounds began to reach me through the open window. Rashad sniffled loudly on Christina on his wife ... But his wife began to moan, ...