Once the wife returned from work in a state of joyful excitement. I did not begin to ask about anything, having decided that she herself would tell everything in her time. It happened when all household chores were redone, and we finally found ourselves together in the bedroom. The reason for her high spirits was that for the weekend, as she put it: “we are planning an important event” - her lover expressed a desire to meet with her cuckold husband. I had double feelings about it. On the one hand, a completely natural negative attitude towards this insolent person arose in the soul, and an obsessive desire at a meeting to clear his nose so as not to bully. On the other hand, the fact that half a year ago it seemed to me an impossible, unrealizable fantasy - to see how another fucks my wife, how she takes his dick in her mouth, how this dick enters her pussy, all this could happen literally in a couple of days. From this, my brain was ready to explode, the eggs were filled with weight, and the penis was literally petrified and was not going to fall off, and if my wife would not help me to release pressure with a tender mouth, I would have an explosion of my eggs, with the destruction of the house and large human victims .

The preparations for the meeting of the "dear guest" began. First of all, we agreed with the grandmother that we would bring our child to her for the whole weekend, especially since she herself had long asked for it. On Friday afternoon, I left work early and, having collected everything the baby could need in the next couple of days - things, toys and food, took the child to her grandmother. For the first time in recent times, the apartment was completely at our disposal. On the way back, I jumped into the store and bought everything I needed to cover a decent table. Friday’s working day was nearing its end, I drove by for my wife, and after a couple of hours we were ready for a meeting — there was a bottle of whiskey, juice and cola, cold cuts, cheese plate and salad on the table. His wife put on the face of the most spectacular war paint, put on black stockings and the same high-heeled shoes.

These shoes once, when my wife and I were on a tourist voucher in London, I saw in the shop window of “Second Leather” and, despite the fact that they were just crazy money, with great difficulty, but I managed to persuade my wife to try them on and then and buy. Since that time, these shoes served as an illustration of my complete shopping and inferiority, because a quarter of the entire budget went to buy them, and the shoes were absolutely unsuitable for real life. Wearing this graceful fetishist piece of soft patent leather on the legs, the wife was taller by almost her head, her calves were tightened, and the legs seemed sleeker, slimmer and longer at least twice. The back was straightened, the chest and ass were rounded and seemed to rush upwards, easily overcoming the earth's gravity. In my opinion, a thing with such magical qualities was worth the money spent, but my wife was embarrassed by such an insignificant trifle as the fact that she could only move to extremely short distances and only on a flat surface. To admit, for her in these shoes, even just to stand still was problematic, as she said - for half an hour in these hooves, the same thing as an hour on skates. Therefore, among themselves, we called them so - little horses. It is difficult to imagine a ride that would be more relevant to the theme of tonight!

A light fitting dress in a floor of dark blue silk on thin spaghetti straps and with a frank slit on the left thigh completed the outfit. The cut began so high that when the wife in this dress sat on a chair, then from the side there was a beautiful view of her thigh, butt, and even a piece of belly. The thin fabric and style of the dress did not suggest any linen.

I dwelt on the description of the costume in such detail only for the purpose of conveying the stunning impression that my wife could make on that evening to any man who happened to be inadvertently in the affected area. I drooled and rubbed around, but was driven away by the words: "Do not touch me, remember."

Finally, the one to whom this beauty was meant today appeared. Slowly shaking her hips, the wife swam to open the door. I stayed in the kitchen, the last time looking around the table, and in fact, feeling some awkwardness. In the hallway I heard some kind of scuffling, a muffled male voice, the laugh of my wife and the sound of a kiss. Then the approaching clatter of heels, and in the doorway, at first a wife appeared with a bouquet of burgundy roses, ideally matched in color to her dress. And behind her seemed a smiling face, already known to me from a photo on a dating site. He entered and held out his hand. They greeted, both a little embarrassed, smiling tightly and studying each other. In order to dispel this awkwardness, the wife invited the guest to the table and sat next to her in the best way possible to demonstrate the effective section of the dress. Guest appreciated the view. The wife followed the direction of his gaze. “Seryozha, where are you looking? Is something wrong? ”, My birdie flirtatiously chirped, looking around at her dress in mock anxiety. “No, that you! Everything is just great! Well, I just want to open my legs a little, and that is a very modest dress, ”smiled Sergey and threw back the light fabric from my wife's knees. Between tightly compressed thighs with delicate smooth skin, a beautiful view of the underside of her abdomen with a bush of soft dark hair opened up. "That's so perfect!", - said Sergey and offered a toast to the beautiful hostess.

After a couple more toasts, the first awkwardness finally evaporated. The wife was cheerful, and her eyes were burning with excitement. And then Sergei asked if I would mind if my wife showed us her bosom. I was not at all against it, but I didn’t even have time to say this, since without waiting for my answer, my wife’s fingers slipped over her shoulders and dropped both straps of the dress. Lightweight fabric slid down, exposing heavy breasts with pink nipples. "Beauty!", Said Sergey, leaned toward the nearest breast and kissed her passionately. Then he turned to me: “Do not be shy, friend. Help yourself! This is your wife. ” I bent on the other side and caught my hardened nipple with my lips. My wife leaned back in the kitchen sofa and, closing her eyes, put her delicate white breasts at our complete disposal. Her knees gently swung and moved away from each other to the maximum distance. Sergey's hand slid over the inner thigh of my wife, and his fingers buried in the soft hairs between her legs. By the way she breathed, I realized that Sergey’s fingers had penetrated inside.

There were sounds of squish, my wife flowed like the last bitch! Sergey pulled his fingers out of the wet vagina and brought it to my beloved lips: “Lick it!”. What she readily and performed. “We must take off her dress before it gets wet,” he addressed me. We raised the beloved to his feet. On these heels he was as tall as me, and Sergey was almost head taller. He clearly liked it. I got up behind my wife and, pulling the dress up, easily took it off over my head. Now she appeared before her lover in all its glory. She stood in front of him in some stockings and shoes. He pulled her close and kissed her lips. The kiss was long and deep. Sergey's hand slipped between my wife's legs, she spread them wider and took his fingers again. I first saw my wife ... no, she did not kiss, she sucked another man, and at the same time her thighs slightly rocked in time with the movements of his fingers inside her vagina! “Go to the bedroom,” I croaked in a treacherous voice.My wife turned to me, smiled, teasingly showed her tongue and slowly moved along the corridor.

Both of us involuntarily froze, looking at this magnificent sight - the beloved did not walk, but slowly, wagging with a magnificent elastic ass, floated towards the bedroom, neatly as if in an invisible straight line, rearranging the slender legs of incredible length, from which her back flexed elegantly, but hips were swaying smoothly. Under the influence of these magic spells, we, as somnambulists, followed her.

In the bedroom, the wife went to the edge of the bed, leaned on her hands and stood up ...