My wife and I live together for only 9 months, 6 of them are married. I will describe my faithful:
Red hair, medium height, beautiful face, a little bit slightly better than the ideal, chest 2 size, bisexual orientation. In general, a young beauty named Anya.

Once, Anya and I were invited by her friends to relax with them in a country house. We agreed. On the way there, Anya, as if jokingly, said that there would be a lot of beautiful guys there, and she could not stand it and change me. To which I replied to her: "Then I will take revenge on you with the same coin." They even said to each other: “Agreed, only this will not lead to our separation.” It all turned into a joke and gradually forgotten. However, I caught myself thinking that I didn’t have a drop of jealousy and it began to excite me. I also knew that I myself did not want to change my wife and would not.

The party was a classic, everyone weighed, walked, drank. I will not describe the details. I will only pay attention to the heightened interest of one guy to the person of my wife and reciprocity on her part. This guy's name was Dima. We can say that he and my wife openly flirted. I wondered what this flirtation would grow into, especially since both of them were under a degree.

At first I pretended that I had retired, went to communicate with the guys in the far corner of the living room, but all the attention was on the communication of his wife with this guy. It obviously grew into a kind of “cooing”. I could not understand myself ... I was excited, and I wanted to continue.

According to Anya it was obvious that she enjoys communication. According to him, too, he tried in every way to touch her, touch under any pretext. She did not resist.

After 10 minutes, when I once again glanced in their direction, how to “check”, Dima got up and went to the 2nd floor where the bedrooms were. Anya spent another 30 seconds, then she saw me, looking into her eyes, smiled, timidly waved a pen and went upstairs. Upstairs of all the bedrooms, only one was closed. There were no options. They are there. I went into the next room, locked myself in there, and started listening. Thanks to the ventilation, the audibility was very good.

Behind the wall the conversation was as follows:
- Anya, let me get you a massage, I suppose I'm tired all day in heels to walk?
- Come on, the back really hurts, I want to relax.
- Then take off your jacket, lie down on your stomach ...

My wife never really liked the massage, when I offered to do it, she almost always refused, despite the fact that I was doing it very cool. And then immediately agreed ...

While I was thinking this, the phrase was voiced by Dima’s voice:
- Wow, you have sexy breasts, small nipples. Just as I like!

Did my Ann, a very modest girl, so easily showed the chest to some guy? My breath caught, the member stood like a stone, I never felt such excitement!

Then 5 minutes of silence (apparently, he did massage her). After a while I hear the squish sounds. Not sure for sure, but most likely, he went downstairs and began to fuck her with his fingers, gradually the slight moaning of his wife became audible. I never could have thought before that sex with my beloved one with another guy would excite me so much.

Then I heard the sound of an unzipping zipper. It became clear that he began to undress. A few more seconds of rustling and, at first, a barely audible smacking, later a frank sound of fucking in the mouth. What a feeling ... who has gone through it, he understands what it is like when you are standing and listening to how a guy behind the wall uses your wife. It is impossible to convey in words. This adrenaline can not be compared with anything. If someone condemns this, then he simply was not in my place ...

I decided to go further. I wanted to look at it very much! (Porn stories) I left the room - around no one, all the sounds of the guests on the first floor. I walked to the door of the room in which my wife was being fucked, and look in the keyhole. What I saw struck me:

My missus was naked only on top, jeans and panties were lowered. Slightly spreading her legs apart, so that the jeans would not fall, she stood on her heels with cancer, and this guy planted her dick for the eggs. He held her chest with one hand and the other with her hair.

It looked so slutty. She didn't just have sex, she was fucked! Otherwise it is impossible to call it!

In order not to sleep, I went back to my room, picked up the phone, and wrote to my wife sms: "How do you read this sms, go to the next room to the right." But she read it in at least 20 minutes.

It was heard that they change poses, that he fucked her a couple more times in his mouth. At the last moment it was heard that he again put her cancer. because sounded the sound of her shoes on the floor. And I heard her voice:
- Do not, just not there!

After that, a loud moan, which was abruptly muffled (he covered her mouth with his hand). And louder groans of Ani. I realized that my darling had just lost her anal virginity. Another 2-3 minutes, and her moans began to sound like pleasure. At that moment he finished. He even moaned a little from it. Apparently he liked fucking my girl.

All sounds in the room subsided. Without a word, he left the room a minute later, and I heard Anya unlocking her phone. She read my text message. After 20 seconds in the same form, she went into the room where I was waiting for her. A wonderful sight.

My wife, all tattered and disheveled, mascara flowed, lipstick smeared on the face. Only that she jeans buttoned (but not for long). I quickly locked the door, first of all I started to suck with it, then I took off my pants - all ass in sperm ... This Dima didn’t even protect himself ...

This was our best sex ever. Moreover, in all my life I have not had better sex than this evening with my wife. Our relations after that clearly improved, and became completely different (much cooler).