I got married quite early - at age 19. Chosen name is Natasha. Five years after the start of family life, it has not changed. Small beautiful breasts of the 2nd size, round strong ass, sweet face, dark hair, trimmed under the square.

We studied in parallel groups at the university. Once, a friend of mine called me to a party, where Natasha was. All evening I could not take my eyes off her. Finally, plucking up courage, I approached her with a fairly standard tackle:

- Girl, you do not tell me where you can get a life buoy?

- No, why should you, - Natasha was surprised.

“Otherwise, I will drown in your eyes,” I mumbled.

To my surprise, she did not send me away, and we continued to chat nicely. After the party, we wandered around the city for a long time, and at parting I decided to kiss her. When I touched her slightly puffy lips, I was literally pierced by the discharge of current. Breath strayed, eyes veiled the veil. It seemed to me that our kiss lasted several hours, although in fact less than 30 seconds passed. At parting, she smiled at me and hid in the stairwell.

The next day I called Natasha, and we met again. We could not spend each other without the day. The first proximity took place after 2 months in my hostel. In the process of preparation, I went broke into three bottles of beer so that my neighbor had urgent business, but did not regret it at all. Sex was amazing. Even though I was not the first in Natasha, her pussy was very elastic and enveloped my sixteen-centimeter member, delivering an incredible pleasure. That first time we had sex three times in a row almost without interruption, which I never had.

Even after the wedding and several years of family life, our relationship remained warm and tender, and sex - stormy and passionate. Natasha never complained about anything, and quarrels, if they happened, were mostly trivial. Therefore, it remains a mystery to me why something happened that I want to tell you about.

My friend invited me and his wife to the wedding. Despite the fact that our friendship had more than one year, there were quite a few people I did not know about at the event. A few colleagues, distant relatives, most of the guests from the bride’s side — a kaleidoscope of faces was crazy. Not surprisingly, in the confusion, I not only did not remember all the names and faces, but also saw my beloved only by stealth.

And there was something to look at. Natasha put on a black short tight dress that emphasized the bulge of her seductive ass. The chest also attracted the eye due to the deep cleavage, which excluded the presence of a bra. The dress was only a little short of the knees, and the slim legs of the beloved were wrapped in black stockings. If the guests ’attention on etiquette should not have been riveted to the bride, then the queen of the evening would undoubtedly be Natasha.

The registry office, photo shoot and other essential attributes of the wedding passed without a hitch. It took a lot of energy, so I was glad when we moved to a restaurant. Favorite, at last, was near, and we vividly exchanged impressions of the past day. However, the omnipresent toastmaster, who was engaged in organizing competitions, did not let us rest.

I was very tired for the day, but Natasha, like a rabbit from a battery advertisement, was full of energy and joined the flock of contestants. The first two competitions were relatively harmless, but the third one made me a little tense.

Participants had to be divided into pairs. The man sat on a chair and applied a balloon to his groin, while his partner had to, actively squatting, burst the ball. In principle, this is a fairly common competition at weddings, but it has never once caused me such emotions.

At first, Natasha rather gently tried to crush the ball with her ass. Her partner, seeing the futility of Natasha's efforts, grabbed her by the waist and began to actively move towards the pelvis.I noticed how my favorite dress began to gradually rise up. When it reached a critical point, and the gum stockings became visible, I was about to stop this disgrace, but just at that moment the ball burst, and Natasha, with her too active partner, became the winners. Happily squealing, she ran to me and smacked on the cheek:

- Dear, did you see? We won!

“Congratulations, but the guy below could be less active,” I muttered.

- What do you mean?

- Yes, he almost took off your dress.

- Stop exaggerating! Harmless competition, and you screwed it for sure, - flashed favorite.

- So God knows what?

- You know, I'm tired of your baseless accusations. If you want, sit here, and I will have fun, ”said Natasha and ran to the dance floor.

Having mumbled something like “fool herself”, I, in turn, joined or even led a detachment to destroy alcoholic beverages. And I got too carried away, because when Natasha came to put up, I just waved away and continued libations. Favorite just grunted and continued to dance.

I sometimes looked at her and, once again, glancing at the dance floor, I saw her with the same guy with whom she participated in the competition. Oleg (I learned his name later) held Natasha by the waist and enthusiastically told something. She just smiled, looking him straight in the eyes.

“Gave a show” - I got angry and again laid down on alcohol. In the end, as you guessed, I pretty much sorted out and went out into the street to get some air.

The restaurant was located next to the park and it was there that I headed to recover a little. Having walked for about 5 minutes, I realized that I had gone quite far and was about to return, as a car parked nearby caught my attention. Rather, I was not interested in the car, as his characteristic swaying. In the car, someone rather violently had sex.

“Here are the mischief-makers, taking advantage of the fact that nobody walks at night,” I thought, and walked to the car a little closer. Leaning against a tree, I lit a cigarette, listening to the male and female moans that were heard from the car. Something in the female voice seemed familiar to me, but the sound was muffled. I smoked and, grinning, waited for a denouement, hoping to look at a passionate couple under the cover of darkness from behind a tree.

Judging by the moans, the denouement was close. The car swayed more and more, and soon, under a female orgasmic scream, it stopped. I did not have time to understand who the female voice reminded me of, as the door opened, and Natasha got out of the car.

The cigarette fell to the ground, like, actually, my jaw. I stood stunned, unable to believe that my Natasha, my beloved wife, had just been actively fucked in the backseat of a car. In an instant, my whole world was shattered. I was about to go and make a huge scandal, but, looking down, I noticed a mound in my pants. I was excited because my wife cheated on me. Realizing this, I stood exhausted by a tree and continued to watch.

“Wow, how stuffy it is,” Natasha coexisted languidly and sat on the edge of the seat, hanging her legs out. If the ancient Greeks had a sex goddess, she would have to look like my wife in those moments. Lubricated lipstick, disheveled hair, contented and even pacified face. One breast is almost completely naked, and the dress is felted so that you can see the elastic stockings, one of which has slipped to the knee. And despite the mess of clothes, she was beautiful.

From the depths of the cabin something flew out and with a wet sound flopped to the ground. Looking closely, I realized that it was a condom and mentally thanked Natasha.

“Oh, you bully,” she said playfully, and turned her face to the salon. From there came the sounds of kisses.

“It was awesome,” said a male voice when they finished.

Having a little rest, they began to gather. Natasha adjusted her stockings and, do not get out of the car, pulled on her panties. The cosmetic bag, most likely, remained in her purse at the restaurant, so she wiped her lipstick completely, but managed to fix her hair without a comb. Having put themselves in order, they drove back to the restaurant.

Looking down, I saw that dressing my wife after having sex with another man made me cum without touching my dick.Devastated and with wet pants, I slowly wandered back to the restaurant, not even knowing that what I saw was only the beginning.