After the restaurant was closed, we caught a taxi, bought a couple of bottles of vodka from the driver, and the three of us went to our home. My wife quickly fried potatoes, I opened a can of cucumbers, tomatoes and salted cabbage (in a rare family then there was no own stock of pickles). There was no meat, but a piece of steeply salted bacon with slices of fragrant garlic inside was his perfect substitute.

We sat at the table. Vadim and my wife sat on a teenage couch, installed against the wall of a small-sized kitchen, and for myself I put a chair on the other side of the table. Already after the second glass Luda flushed and began to peck at the nome, and after the third - closed her eyes and quietly puffed. It seemed that the woman took too much of the alcohol, quickly got drunk and fell asleep. I strongly doubted that my wife really could, after three glasses, "get off the coils." Moreover, her closed eyelids periodically suspiciously trembled. The guest took everything at face value and, hoping to finish the evening in bed with a woman, who immediately after meeting her allowed him a lot, looked at me questioningly.

To be honest, the thought that the evening will get a logical conclusion, I was excited. But, first of all, the woman, whose charms I hoped to share with a virtually stranger, was still my wife. Secondly, I was very afraid to lose it after that. Thirdly, even when in the restaurant Ludmila simply clung to Vadim, I was terribly jealous of her: it seems that I still loved my little wife very much.

On the other hand, the idea of ​​inviting someone to our spouse came to me almost immediately after I heard about the special relationship of Lyudmila with her trade union boss in my neighbor's apartment. I wanted to take revenge on my little wife, punish her and see how she behaves in a new and very juicy situation for us. And deep down I wanted to make her a whore, ready at any moment to take part in the most unbridled entertainment of my husband and his friends.

I did not hesitate for long. He unfolded the table and took the jacket off his wife. “It seems very hot to her,” I explained my action to Vadim. He immediately got up and approached me.

“Now, or never,” I said to myself, and finally decided to go all the way. Unzipping the Lyudina skirt, I lifted my beloved ass and pulled off her skirt. At that moment it even seemed to me that the machine tool on which I so loved to work rose up myself, which allowed me to expose my spouse without much effort.

The spectacle before our eyes with Vadim fascinated: stockings, rezinochki on women's belt, pubis overgrown with curly hairs. And between them there is a strip of squeezed sexual lips hiding the entrance to the mysterious female depths (if you remember, she went to the restaurant without panties).

Vadim once again anxiously looked at me and, having received an approving nod, knelt down. Slowly, his arms spread his tight legs, revealing his wife's lovely bud, his lips pressed against her smooth and delicate skin, matte gleaming just above the tightly stretched stockings. Soon the language of Vadim began a painfully long journey through the folds at the entrance to the vagina and froze at her bloodthirsty clitoris.

The dream from my wife disappeared like a hand, she breathed loudly, opened her eyes and began to gently stroke the guest's exuberant hair. “Dear ... sweet ... clever,” gentle intermittent words broke from her lips. Unable to bear this sight, I sat down next to Lyudmila and covered her captivating mouth with a hot kiss. Her sweet tongue immediately penetrated my mouth, and my hand slipped under her blouse and found herself in a bra, where she felt an elastic breast, and her fingers began to caress her deliciously tender nipple.

Our efforts with Vadim were quickly crowned with success: Luda jerked, trembled, and when he pulled away from her open lips, a cloudy tear of female secretions rolled down over them.

I took my beloved by the hand and led me to the bathroom. After undressing Lyudmila, I again began to kiss her and, with my hand, to soap her pubis and skin folds between her legs. A minute later Vadim appeared next to me, first kissing her nipples, and then beginning to soap her breasts. The eyes of her beloved clouded, Luda began to moan, and then, weakened, hung on us.

I wiped dry the body of my wife, which aroused us with a random guest, and carried her into my room and gently laid her on the bed. After prolonged caresses (Vadim's hand sank in his wife's tender pussy, and he firmly kissed her weary mouth, and I stroked her breasts) I turned my beloved face to the guest and, slightly sticking out her round ass, entered her. Vadim immediately turned to the woman and continued to caress her body.

I have never experienced such excitement. They say lovers at such moments just fly away. Ludmila and I were experiencing something similar at that moment. Soon she jerked and went limp in the hands of two men hugging her, and I shot a whole fountain of sperm in her open crack.

Feeling that we had finished, Vadim lifted her leg and managed, almost without changing the position, to insert his member into her vacant slit. I put my finger in my beloved ass and through the thin wall that separated me from the vagina, I felt a powerful member of the guest walking in it like a piston. Luda got excited again and asked Vadim to lie down on him. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. When the guy settled on her, his wife's legs were on his hips. As soon as his penis began to enter my wife's tender pussy, she immediately moved her machine towards him and pressed her pelvis to her legs, helping the guest to enter her bosom to the maximum depth. "Good ... very good ... more, more," she almost screamed. And then she glanced at me and betrayed such a thing that I could not expect from my gentle and modest wife: “Fuck, fuck, fuck me, boy!”

Lyudmila ran to the bathroom several times, and we replaced each other over and over filled her rubbed slit with a hot stream of sperm. The first I could not resist. (Erotic stories for everyone) Falling into a pre-dawn dream, I managed to see Vadim climb back onto my beloved and put a member into it, and she, continuing to diligently podmahivat, hugged him and gently kissed his lips.

In the morning I found them already dressed in the kitchen. They drank tea, and Vadim asked Lyudmila about a new meeting. But my wife shook her head and said: “Fucked just once and that's enough. Find yourself a young girl, marry and be able to fuck whenever you want. ” Soon he was gone (as far as I know, they didn’t see each other again), and we again got into bed. Fortunately, Lyudmila, after holding the Machine Building Day in DK, could not go to work, but I took time off in advance.

A few days later, I bought half a liter of vodka and a bottle of vintage Crimean wine and went to the House of Culture headed by my wife in the evening.

But about the result of my trip to work for my wife, and what I managed to find out, you can read next time.