After the events described, I thought about what had happened for a long time, and mentally rushed from burning jealousy to all-consuming lust. In the end, I still came to the conclusion (or convinced myself) that nothing terrible happened. In the end, it’s not for nothing that they say that in principle there can be no restrictions on sex, the main thing is that everyone is happy with everything. Memories, fantasies and thoughts more and more confused in my head. And as a result, from a clear decision that this will never happen again, I slowly but surely came to the conclusion that I simply want to repeat this irregular but so sweet bacchanalia ...

The days went on as usual. So, in one of the most ordinary or unremarkable evening, Lena asked to bring something from her bag (I don’t remember what, in fact, it doesn’t matter). Opening the zipper, I saw some pills. Taking a pack in hand, I was surprised to learn that it was contraceptive.

“And when were you going to tell me that you were taking contraceptives?” - I asked

“What's the big deal?” - the wife answered with a question

- Nothing, in principle, I just thought I should know about that

- There is nothing to know for now, it will be possible only in three days, so be patient, there just the weekend ...

The last phrase was said by Lena in a dreamy way, on chant. In principle, I understood what she was hinting at, but after that time, it was no longer customary between us to talk about it, discuss it. This rule was violated by us only in those cases when we had sex, or prepared for it - it was then that we gave free rein to our fantasies, absolutely, by the way, not being embarrassed by our desires and preferences, but after the end they were invariably silent and diligently pretended as if they were afraid to talk about what happened. But this time I really wanted to hear it.

- Do you want us to invite someone to visit? - with uttered immediacy, I said

- Well, yes, and then Che is sitting together, boring, - with some secret hope Lena said

“You want me to call someone I think about?”

- How do I know who you think there is - my beloved sneezed snickly - who you call that and call

In her face, blurred in a contented smile, and her sunburnt eyes, it was possible to make an unequivocal conclusion that she was waiting for this conversation. I just didn’t know how to tell me about it, where to start, in principle, like me ...

- Do you want this to be our friend Roma? - I continued innocently.

- Hmm, maybe ...

“But if Roma comes, he will want to fuck you ...”

- Well, what can you do now - after this remark, Lena licked her parched lips and bit her lower one.

All this dialogue amid the behavior of my wife horribly aroused me, and I sat down on her sofa, and after a few moments, Lena was sucking my cock with might and main, and I, in turn, had her vibrator. About the vibrator, I can explain the following: when we bought it a long time ago, and after trying a couple of times, we threw it somewhere out of sight. But in the light of recent events, this simple gadget was found, washed out and became almost a daily participant in our family love pleasures. The size of his decently surpassed my own body, and in combination with a member in the mouth carrying his wife just magic orgasms. I don’t know what my beloved person represented there, always closing her eyes and moving towards the silicone giant, but they loved each other very passionately. “Well, what do you want Roma to fuck you?” - I said, stumbling. Lena mumbled something in the affirmative, without removing my cock from her mouth. I increased the speed and depth of penetration of our "plastic friend." Lena was at the limit. Then I stopped and took out my penis from my mouth. Wife by inertia tried to implant on the vibrator, but I cleaned it further. “Nuuuu,” the wife groaned.

- Now I will fuck you with a vibrator, for that you will speak as you want Roma, and what you want him to do with you - I said and moved the silicone giant in her a couple of times. - The more I like it, the more I will be. Lena tried to cheat and grab my dick lips, but I deftly took him to the side. - No, no, I want to hear you. Come on now - I said and began to quietly move my hand ...

- I ... I want ... that Roma ... Romochka ... fucked me ... Ot ** al ... As the last ... whore ... bitch ... come on ... Romochka .. e * and me ... stronger ... come on ... give it to my mouth ... I want you to cum in my mouth ... And in n ** doo ... cum at me ... I want ... I am your whore ... come on ... Deeper ... Romochka ... please ... I am your ... thing ... e * and me ... whore ... e * and ... come on ... I ... all ... your ... come on ... faster ... Romochka ... Come on ...

From the increasing interval between the cues and the depth of her breathing, I realized that Lena was already at the redistribution and brought her penis to her lips. She eagerly hugged his lips and began to suck. After a couple of minutes, Lena huddled in ecstasy, and I, in turn, was discharged into the mouth of my beloved.

When my wife finally came to, I showed her the included voice recorder on the phone.

“You will not dare,” his wife uttered with insincere hope, and I just smiled and sent audio to Roma. Pretending to be offended, Lena turned into a blanket and ran into the bath. When she returned, she pouted picturesquely and said that she was not talking to me. From Roma came the answer: "A smiley with a raised thumb and a promise to be at the weekend", which I immediately showed my wife. She turned away, but it was not difficult to guess that she liked it incredibly. Stupid smile did not want to go off the face of my beloved wife ...

The long-awaited weekend has arrived. The whole day we tried to talk on some abstract topics, but from time to time we were distracted, went into our own thoughts and did not listen to each other. Conversations did not go well, things did not go. We waited for the evening. With Roma, we phoned the day before and waited for his appearance.

He appeared even before the promised. Having exchanged duty phrases, we sat down at the table. There was plenty of food and alcohol, and I started to hops. The conversation revolved around some completely left-wing topics. Lena and Roma did not go to my provocations. It already seemed that the evening would end this way without going into anything more serious and frank. However, once again, returning from the toilet after drinking, I saw Roma hugging Lena, and she, in turn, stroked his cock through the pants of his jeans. I wanted to stand in the door and not interfere with them, but apparently because of the alcohol I had drunk, I slightly shook, and I hit my elbow on the joint, which of course they heard and immediately recoiled from each other. For me it was very strange and not logical - after all, it was I who initiated all of this, and they behaved like some kind of secret lovers. After sitting a little longer, I realized that they were completely embarrassed by me. Rejecting Roma, I hinted to him about the need to rinse a little, which he did under the pretext of a toilet. Before the arrival of Roma, Lena had all washed herself and had her hands full, so there was no need to worry about her. After sitting with them a little more, I finally became convinced that they were not going to take any action with me and retreated into the shower on the pretext that I had gone over and I needed to refresh myself.

I was in no hurry to get out of the shower, as I was not sure that they would immediately rush into each other’s arms. It was also impossible to delay - I didn’t want everything to end without me. After standing for 10 minutes under warm streams, I decided it was time, and quietly, trying not to make any sounds, moved towards the hall (I did not specifically lock the bathroom door so that it would not click treacherously). Judging by the unambiguous sounds that came from there, everything was already under way ...

Peering through the slightly open door (as I left, I left it ajar), I saw Romina’s ass hanging over my beloved’s face. His dick appeared and disappeared in my wife’s mouth. Language, judging by the movement of his head and tightly clasping her legs, Roma tasted the hole of my faithful. ...