DUVAL98

... Most of the time there's an extra third. But once I found myself in a situation where the fifth was redundant. And it so happened that the ‘fifth’ was me ... This story happened eleven years ago, in the summer of 2012. You will ask, how can you be so precise? And you'd be right to ask such a question. But not in this case. There are some things you can't forget. What happened to me, or rather to us, forever changed our lives with my wife, differently prioritised. Believe it or not, I remember everything that happened then down to the smallest detail.... Luda and I were to go to her small homeland. The reason was very good, my mother-in-law was turning sixty. The event, in my wife's opinion, if not of universal scale, then approaching to it. In advance we bought a gift, or rather, gifts. Everything was beautifully packed and tied with bright ribbons. Luda obliged me to prepare a speech that would show how much we, and I especially, love our mother. Although, truth be told, what, I couldn't find warm words improvising? Impromptu? I could, of course. But my wife wanted that special sparkle, that precision. So I spent a week perfecting it. We planned to leave on Saturday, as they say, early in the morning. To go a little more than a hundred kilometres, it would seem a little, but one section of the road, about twenty kilometres and a half, was in such a state that.... That's why we decided to have a good amount of time. Yes, I forgot to say that not only my second half is driving in our family. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not so good. If I've had too much to drink on a visit, the other driver is a boon. But very often we both claim the car. Guess who has the upper hand in these situations in the age of emancipation. It's not hard to guess. This time, on the Friday before the trip, the car was used by my wife. She left us in the morning to work, motivated by the fact that it will be necessary during the day to get out to the hairdresser's, nail service and so on. Luda left in our Niva and arrived in a taxi. She left the car in the car park near her work. As she explained to me, she couldn't get into first or second gear. - The gearbox had failed,’ I summarised. - We have to go tomorrow, remember! Maybe you can repair it... - You're joking, chief, - I sneered gloomily. It's not like changing a tyre. There, most likely, one day will not do. And it'll cost a lot of money... ... Saturday morning we called a taxi to the railway station. I saw an electric train and remembered my younger years and trips on this miracle transport. I remembered and shuddered. Saturday, a lot of people. We could barely cram our boxes into the carriage. It was out of the question to sit down. But the trick is that in four stops almost all this crowd in shorts, panamas, wide-brimmed hats will merge with nature. There's a river there with nice sandy beaches. And they all want to go there. I even envied them... Our carriage, which was the first in the electric train, was almost empty and we were able to put our things on the shelves and our tired bodies on the seats. The seats, as in the old days, were wooden. A wooden bench and another one across from it. And people sit on them three or four at a time and look at the same passengers sitting opposite. Luda and I sat not next to each other, but opposite each other, so it was much more comfortable when talking. I look at the passengers. A motley crowd. Who is busy with what: someone is sleeping, someone is reading, but there are few of them. Some are staring out of the not very transparent windows. Nothing changes, that's how it was when I was young, that's how it is now. And here is another artefact from those times, which, unlike the dinosaurs, has managed to migrate safely into our era. I'm referring, of course, to the peddlers. One of them advertises the goods, the other stands behind, waiting for his turn. A young, short-haired guy about 28-30 years old, selling drinks, including beer, went through the carriage, selling a few bottles on the way, and sat down tiredly opposite me next to my wife. Apparently he was not a cheapskate, because he said hello and asked if we minded. He put his box on the bench next to me. - Half an hour's smoke break,’ said our neighbour. We didn't argue with it, a smoke break is a smoke break. But the guy apparently couldn't keep silent for long. Whether it was his professional habit or an inborn peculiarity, I can't judge. He promptly introduced himself, calling himself Yuri. - Ivan,’ I reciprocated. Luda remained silent for some reason, but Yura didn't insist. No, so no. Suddenly our cheerful neighbour-passenger suggested playing cards. My wife and I looked at each other in silence. He reacted to our wariness in his own way and decided to dispel our doubts. - No, not money, if that's what you mean. Just to pass the time. It's a game of cards. - We're not afraid, - my wife suddenly replied. Let's play. By the way, my name is Lyudmila, Luda.... Yurkin's box with goods served as a lomber table. The game was not quite like what I was used to. Yura wouldn't stop talking. He was quite witty. My wife was smiling, and in some places she laughed contagiously. It had been a long time since I had seen her like that. Suddenly I noticed one strange thing. During the game, Yura, addressing my wife, began to touch her lightly with his hand, at first only on the shoulder. Then more. Several times he casually touched my wife's thigh, then her knee. And all this happened as if by accident, looked like an innocent gesture. But my Luda, in spite of the ‘innocence’ of these ‘gestures’, for some reason then blushed and in her eyes she had a special lustre. Her lips curved in a smile of excitement. Yes, she was a little drunk. But the strangest thing was happening to me. I was very, very jealous when I was young. I even fought at my sister-in-law's wedding for that reason. And then I never noticed any inclination to share my wife with anyone else. But here. I can't explain it, but I was in a daze for a moment. No, not a numbness, I could move. It was a kind of dreamy lullaby. Yes, yes! That's it. I searched long and hard for words to express my state of mind at that moment. I was afraid of scaring this feeling away, afraid that this obsession would suddenly disappear. My condition did not slow down the quality of the game and I began to lose time after time. Both Luda and Yura started to tease me. In another situation, I would have been angry. But here... I was still in nirvana and I didn't want to come back from it..... ... Yura never went back to trading. We played. We only finished when we got to E. Zhenya barely managed to bring me to my senses. - You've been weird. - When? - Just now, when we were playing cards. By the way, Yurka and I exchanged phone numbers in case you need anything. What my wife might need from a random travelling companion, I think I began to guess.... The feast on the occasion of my mother-in-law's jubilee was long over. We stayed in E. for a couple of days, made prepared toasts, drank the prescribed amount of vodka. I had a drunken quarrel with Tolik, my sister-in-law's husband, and then I beat him up. But it's been more than a fortnight since we've been home. Life seems to be back to normal. Got my car repaired, go to work during the day, sleep at night. Everything seems normal. Seems fine. In fact, I can't forget our trip, our game in the train carriage. I want to experience again the feeling I got when I saw my wife flirting with me. What's the matter with me?! How can I get rid of it? But some voice reassured me. - Why would you want to get rid of those feelings? Didn't you dislike them, didn't you want to feel them again? And to my shame, to my dismay, I realised that I wanted to feel it all again! I do. I wonder what I'm becoming. How do I categorise my perversion? Maybe it's not a perversion at all. Maybe it's normal and everyone else is abnormal. I've stopped being interested in my wife. Not in general, of course. I just stopped fucking her like I used to. Now I had other things on my mind: I dreamed of my Luda flirting with other men. And the subjects of these pictures were getting bolder and bolder every day. My wife, of course, could not help noticing the oddities in my behaviour. - What happened to you? It's like you're a stranger, you're so distant. Is it because of Tolya? So he's a fool! What can I take from him! Listen, what if you and I go out? - Maybe to the beach on Saturday? - I suggested, though I didn't want to go to any beach. - No way! In this weather! It's been raining for three days, how did I get it wrong? - Vanya! I have another suggestion. Yurka called me yesterday. He invites me to visit him. So maybe we'll go on Saturday instead of the beach? I got an electric shock after the name Yura. I immediately realised who it was about, but I didn't let on. - Yura who? - I asked as carefree as possible. - Well, do you remember, when we played cards in the train? He was so cheerful, joking about everything. - Oh, of course. I remember. - He invites us on Saturday, - my wife said with a slight blush. - Where to? - I don't know, but first to his house, and then... we'll decide what to do next. - Well, let's go, if he invites us, - as if reluctantly agreed, although I was so tempted to shout ‘I agree, let's go right now!’. It's Thursday. Saturday's the next day. It's a long wait. But all right, I'll get through it. But just to be on the safe side, I asked my wife. - Who is this Yura? A relative? Why are we going to see him? She looked at me surprised. - What kind of relative is he? He's an acquaintance, we played cards on the train. Have you forgotten? - No, I hadn't forgotten,’ I answered, fearing in my heart that Luda had not cancelled the visit. On Saturday night I tried to fuck my wife for the first time since our trip. I needed to release some emotional tension. I had been abstinent for more than two weeks, and yet she refused me, citing indisposition...I lay in the dark for a long time, not falling asleep. I lay there thinking. I thought about what my wife expects from tomorrow. I don't think she's making any far-reaching erotic plans. She's not a strategist by nature. She wants to show off, even flirt. That's what she wants. But I don't think she'll do more than that, not in front of me, anyway. As for me, I'm very good at fantasising. I wouldn't want it to go to shit. Otherwise, I've thought of something like this. It was a sunny morning, unlike the previous few days. I also thought that we could go to the nature, to the river.... But we have other plans today... Usually my wife dresses so that I can't see the process. That's how we do it. But today everything went wrong. Luda came out of the shower, threw off her towel and began to go through the drawer of the dresser panties, choosing the right ones. She decided on the pure white ones. She put them on immediately. Usually the procedure of putting on panties was out of my field of vision. But this time I saw how interestingly my wife was doing it. Already pulling them up to the very top, she makes a series of quick movements of the ass: right-left...My wife uses both pantyhose and stockings. Today the stockings were favoured, and they were white. That means something! Very soon the bright blue skirt hid these savoury details from me. The cherry on the cake was the blouse, which had one piquant feature: it had no fabric on the back. From the neck to the waist, no-nothing. Therefore, my beloved my povkavlya pomykavlya pomykavlya and put on a blouse without a bra. In her opinion, the bra clasps would look too vulgar. - I don't have the right bra. I'll go without it,’ Luda said unhesitatingly, making it clear that she wasn't planning to debate the matter.... It took us quite a while to find the right house. Some smart guy had numbered them in such a way that the twenty-first was next to the seventh. And only a pilot from the locals helped us to solve this puzzle. The car had to be left two hundred metres from the target in the car park. This is the entrance we need. On the bench, as usual, sit grandmothers dumplings. They sit and look at us as the credentials committee in the military commission looks at a naked conscript. All eyes. We, shivering, walked through their line. There was no need for the intercom code - the door was open wide open because of the warm morning. Waiting for the lift, which was slowly creeping up from above, I heard a fragment of conversation between these old women. - They must have come to see Yurka, my neighbour, again. You saw how she was dressed up. A real prostitute. Her back was all naked! - A whore she is,’ confirmed another squeaky voice. He's the only one who comes to see him. I pretended I hadn't heard, furtively watching my wife's reaction. She, to my surprise, took it well. At least she didn't let on, though she heard everything, I'm sure of it. Finally, the lift arrived and took us away from the evil yazyk ... Yura opened the door before we could ring the bell. While we were saying hello, we could hear someone's conversation from the flat. The guy extended his hand to me, greeted his wife with a compliment. - You're such a-- - Like what? - Luda asked in a pouty manner. - Spectacular! - That's all!? - my wife didn't calm down. - And beautiful. My Luda calmed down and made an attempt to take off her shoes. . -No, no! Don't take off your shoes! - the owner turned to my wife. Come this way. He, like a gallant cavalier, led Luda into the rooms, supporting her behind her back. Her naked back! I again felt a kind of pleasant reaction of my body. In the room sat two of Jurka's guests: a man of my age and a blonde, much younger. Yura introduced the girl: Sveta. My fiancée. The man introduced himself: Mikhail. My wife and I introduced ourselves. Yura had gone somewhere and the first minutes were not relaxed. Luda helped us. She started the conversation to relieve the tension in the air of the first minutes of the meeting of complete strangers. She understood that the subject of the conversation should not be narrowly specific, but general, interesting for everyone. Luda took a compromise variant, her subject was closer to women. Sveta was immediately hooked on the topic. The conversation went on about grandmothers at the entrance. Which of the ladies would not be interested in this subject. There are few of them. And here we are with Michael listening to excited, a little indignant chirping of our ladies about the insidious inhabitants of the benches near the entrance. - You won't believe it, Luda (they immediately switched to you), I was called a whore a week ago! Almost to my face! I'm the whore! The nerve! - It sounded no better to me, - Svetlana sympathised with her spouse. Women's conversations are always characterised by iron logic and clear adherence to the topic. And now, after complaining about old ladies, Sveta logically switched to women's clothes. - Luda, where did you get such a blouse!? - Did you like it? - Yeah, you know, it's a classy little thing. It's open back. I like it. It's kind of racy. - A friend made it. She's really good at this kind of thing. If you want, I can give you her contacts. Sveta didn't have time to answer about contacts. Yura entered the room. Not just walked in. In front of him he rolled a serving trolley, on which bottles, flutes, a large dish of fruit, a box of chocolates were displayed. But I was most interested in the pack of playing cards. It looked brand new. I immediately had associations with our trip.... Yurka quickly brought our motley group to the right degree. First of all, he poured wine and cognac into flutes and made a toast, which is customary for such situations. We drank. Then Yura repeated everything quickly. Secondly, the owner of the flat, as I said before, was an unrivalled master of words. He just ‘burned people's hearts with fire.’ It was impossible to remain indifferent, listening to all this. Our ladies were literally bursting into hysterical laughter. We had to calm them down a bit. Yura solved the problem this way. - Would you like me to show you a trick? A card trick, - he asked us, addressing more to women. - We do, of course we do! - Sveta and Luda shouted in unison. Yura's magic tricks were something to behold. He used humour in his performance. This charmed our ladies and helped Yura to gain their trust. After two or three tricks they looked at him with admiration. He attracted Sveta and Luda as assistants. He addressed them in an emphatically correct manner, I would even say primly. When talking to the ladies, he often touched them. It came out so naturally, that you can not undermine. But his hands were very often on the waist of his assistant, then on her stomach, then on her arse, and everything was easy and relaxed. The girls, which is natural, were completely delighted with Yurka and literally flattered him. I watched what was happening and pretended to be terribly interested. But my interest was in something else. It wasn't the tricks that attracted me. I saw the frank flirting of my wife, but Svetlana too. It turned me on, and the further I went, the more. I felt that same fascination again! Mikhail was apparently not interested in what was going on. He was holding a tablet in his hands and was passionately playing, I don't know what he was playing. At some point Yura realised that the tricks were enough, it was time to change the type of activity. He decided to bring Misha back from the labyrinths of the game to the real world. - Mish! You know, I bought that mattress after all. - What mattress? - Mikhail didn't understand at first. - Well, Serta, remember? - And the orthopaedic one? - Yes. - Girls, do you want to see the miracle of orthopaedics? - Yura turned to the ladies. What's what, but the ladies are ready to look at the bed whenever and as much as they want. True, with one caveat: if this bed is advertised not by her husband, but by another man. That's what happened here. Like bees at the smell of honey followed Luda and Sveta at the call of their adored Yura. The mattress, at first glance, was nothing special. It wasn't very thick, which I thought was a disadvantage. But when I pressed it with my hand, I felt its extreme firmness. - Wow, he's really good! - I complimented the owner. You bet! - Yura said smilingly. But our ladies went further and decided to subject the mattress to critical, extreme loads! The first to climb on it was Sveta. Of course she did. The owner's fiancée! She easily jumped on the bed and spread out on it, spreading her arms wide, fidgeted a little and gave her verdict. - Great! - How is it good for sex!? - Misha suddenly asked. - Just right! - smiling slyly replied Svetlana. It doesn't sag! - It doesn't creak, it doesn't distract the neighbours, - added Mikhail. I was listening to the conversation, but I was looking at my wife. At that moment she was smiling cheerfully at Mishka's joke. But, apparently, at that moment we were ‘on the same wavelength’. Luda suddenly turned to me and our eyes met. It was a brief moment, but how it changed my life..... I don't know what it was, whether Luda was able to read my thoughts, or whether she already had in her head what had become my essence in the last fortnight, I don't know. All I know is that in unison with my erotic fantasies, my wife suddenly climbed up on the bed too. Whoa. Maybe not suddenly. Luda stood on the mattress with her knees and tried to go like this. Her skirt got in the way, she got tangled up in it. - Luda! You stand on it, - advised Yura. - And the heels? - my wife doubted. - It has a very thick cover. It won't withstand such a thing. And Luda stood on her heels. Of course the mattress sagged, but no more than that. My wife was taking her first steps on another man's bed. I was overwhelmed by an erotic wave, and my eyes went black. I absorbed what was happening with all my senses, even my sixth. Walking in shoes on the bed was probably not easy, the mattress was sagging and I had to keep my balance. After all, those were the first steps... Yes, they were my wife's first steps in another man's bed. And the first step is never easy. But Luda took it. To make it easier to step on the shaky ground, she had to lift the hem of her skirt. Just a little, about halfway up her thigh. It was becoming quite a racy sight. I suddenly noticed that Sveta was not looking at the bed like the men, but watching me. She had a smile on her face that I didn't understand. - No way! She's a psychic to read my mind,’ I thought. But to be distracted for a long time by Sveta, no matter how tempting she was, was not in my plans.... So I switched back to my beloved. She had already got used to the bed and got upset. She started bouncing around like a backing singer on the stage. This prank was welcomed again with approval. I, and apparently not only me, watched in awe as my wife's breasts jumped openly, not restrained by a bra. There was simply no bra. Suddenly one of her breasts fell out of her blouse in a completely shameless way. Luda did not notice this ‘small’ detail at first. But I wouldn't risk saying that about the others. They certainly appreciated everything. But, since they are all adults and saw a woman's breasts not for the first time, the reaction was very moderate. There was no idiotic roaring or finger-pointing. I witnessed something like that a long time ago. She and I were walking through town on a windy day. A strong gust of wind threw the hem of her skirt almost over her head. You can imagine the reaction of the onlookers. There was everything up to the approving whistle. Luda was terribly embarrassed then. Now, even noticing the embarrassment, she behaved at ease and was in no hurry to hide her treasure. It even seemed to me that she had done it deliberately. It was only in the evening, at home, that I learnt that it was so. But now, looking at my wife and the attention she was drawing to herself, I felt my mouth go dry. In that moment, it was clear to me that the rubicon had been crossed. There would be no turning back.... My wife continued her dance for some time without any complex about what had happened. - Luda, come down, enough dancing. I have a toast to make! - Sveta was broadcasting and for some reason addressed to the owner of the flat, not to me - Yura help her! Yurchik is happy to try. He theatrically spread his arms, preparing to receive Luda. And she didn't wait long. Coming to the very edge, the wife, jumping up a little, threw herself into the arms of the young man. Yura picked her up on the fly. I admired the sudden ‘sculptural’ composition. Luda grabbed the guy's shoulders, he hugged her a little below her butt, holding her in the balance. The charm of the moment was shattered by Sveta. - That's enough, Yura! Put her down already. Let's have a drink. I want to make a toast. - A woman's wish is law for me. Especially since this woman is my fiancée! -with feigned pathos said Yura and gently landed my wife. Although personally I doubted that Sveta - Yura's fiancée and that she could be anyone's fiancée at all. She looked too much like a professional. This time I filled the glasses. I poured them and put them in the hands of both Sveta and Luda. I smiled at both of them, as it seemed to me meaningfully, with a hint. But Sveta had already figured me out long ago, and my wife, apparently, was still in the process. So my meaningfulness..... Svetlana's toast. Dr Sexologist asks a patient - Tell me, sir, do you suffer from erotic fantasies? - Doctor, I have them, but why do you think they torment me?!? So let's drink to our erotic fantasies to make our erotic dreams come true more often! Everyone, and me in particular, supported the toast. While making the toast, Sveta looked only at me, eye to eye. Listening to her, I felt that my last doubts were disappearing, I was gaining confidence in the ‘correctness’ of my intentions. All I had to do was to take the last step. How to tell her, I mean my wife. A phrase like ‘Luda, don't you want to fuck Yura?’ doesn't work. You need some kind of impromptu, witty and original. I suddenly felt hot and went out on the balcony to freshen up. I was surprised to see Sveta following me. - Well, decided!? - she asked me. I was dumbfounded, has she figured it out? - Decided to what? - I tried to pretend. - Look, I can see right through you. You think that toast was just a joke? I am the sexologist. And that toast was dedicated to you. I'm 200% sure that you're dreaming of putting your woman under Yurka, and you want to enjoy the spectacle! I was silent, amazed by her insight. Just like Wolf Messing in a skirt... - Yeah, you're right,’ I finally managed to squeeze out the confession. I suddenly felt more confident. - But how do I tell my wife? She might not. Sveta beckoned me with her finger. I bent down obediently and she whispered to me. - I'll take care of your wife. I'll solve this problem! Now let's go to the room... And she bit my ear. ... I didn't have to persuade anyone or solve anything. When we entered the room, we found that the process had already started. Yura and Luda were lying on the wide bed. Either he was kissing her or she was kissing him, it didn't matter. Yura's hand slowly slid down his wife's thigh, pulling up her skirt and exposing her leg in white stocking. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart sank, then pounded at a furious pace. Sveta came to the bed and tapped the blue bedspread with her palm. - Vanya! Sit down or lie down here! And look, look and don't miss anything. You'll want to put it all down on paper someday. Memorise the details. This is your workplace now. I'm going to have some fun with Mischa. ... I'm lying on the bed, by the way, the mattress was really good. I'm lying on my knees with Luda and Yura kneeling in front of me. Kissing. The guy put his hand in the waistband of her skirt and apparently got into her knickers. I can't see where his hand is, because the skirt is in the way. I lift the skirt higher and see that Yura is really massaging his wife's labia with his fingers. Just to be sure, I pull her panties down a little. That's it. It's a massage. I admire the picture and look at Sveta. She's the lady! She has already pulled down Mikhail's trousers and is playing with his cock, but only with her hands. I switched to my wife again. Luda didn't waste any time either. She extracted from the unbuttoned trousers of her partner a symbol of his male pride. And I'll tell you frankly, there was a lot to be proud of. Yura has a solid device, I won't deny it. Luda held it in her hand and, smiling, looked at it. The thickness of his cock was not much different from his wife's wrist. Good goose! But just admiring a cock, even such as Yura's, was not enough for a woman. She always wanted more. Luda leaned over and, holding the cock with her hand, began to drive it on her face. I tried not to miss the slightest detail. From about half a metre away, maybe less, I could clearly see Luda's pink wet tongue gently caressing the purple head of my cock. It was sliding over the head, already well moisturised, glossy. My wife looked at me, smiled and then looked away again. I don't take offence, she had something else to look at besides me. Not every woman can take a cock, especially a large one, completely in her mouth. Luda, at least, couldn't, no matter how much she tried. She couldn't get the last centimetres in, she choked on the phallus and coughed. - Come on, love, don't torture yourself. It won't go all the way into your mouth, it's too long,’ I whispered words of comfort to my wife. My wife could not answer, the cock in her mouth prevented her from speaking, so Luda only mumbled something in response and made one last attempt.... Again she failed. She took the cock out of her mouth. I was so close that I could see threads of mucus stretching from the cock to my wife's lips. As the cock moved further away, the threads became thinner and thinner and finally broke off completely. Now a couple of such threads dangled from my wife's lower lip. I liked to notice such small details, because from them, as from separate pieces of smalt, in the end, the whole mosaic picture is formed ... Luda pulled off her trousers from her lying partner. For some reason she didn't take off her shirt at all. And she didn't undress herself, she didn't take off anything, she fucked like that, in her clothes. Strange, we always undressed at home. Anyway. My couple made adult love using the classics. Luda lay on her side, I think on her right side. She lifted up her leg bent at the knee, giving her partner access to her charms. Yura positioned himself behind her. The wife looked behind her and realised that her partner was lying a little too far back. She moved her arse close to Yura's. Then she ran her hand behind her again and fumbled for Yurka's fighter. I lay as close as possible, but so as not to annoy the couple, not to interfere with their love. Literally in front of my nose, Luda was sliding her cock in her pussy. The wrist of the hand that held the cock was decorated with a bracelet of beads. My gift... Yura felt his penis pressed against her labia. He moved his pelvis forward a little and the head of his cock flattened the labia. He pressed a little more and the cock began to spread them apart. I watched uninterrupted as it slowly disappeared, sinking into Luda. The guy took his time at first, clearly giving me a chance to admire what was happening. One slow friction, another, third...Gradually the guy's movements accelerated, he felt that the vagina moistened and began to accept the cock more and more willingly. Luda sniffled, light moans began to creep in her breath. Not often, but they did. It was difficult to keep her leg in weight for a long time, her muscles were getting tired. And Luda's leg began to gradually sink lower and lower. Mentally I advised Yura ‘support her leg, support her leg’ But the guy did not read my thoughts obviously and therefore did not react. I looked at it and made up my mind. I began to support my wife's leg myself, giving her the opportunity not to strain and fully indulge in her sensations. I think that Luda had a lot of sensations at that moment.... Yura was banging my wife from behind. She was moaning uninhibitedly. I was still carefully supporting her leg. I did not restrain myself, and I involuntarily became in some way a participant, not just an observer. Her legs in white stockings looked so tempting. As it was already said, I did not restrain myself and started kissing one of the legs, the one I was supporting. Kissing, gradually moving from the shin to the thigh Soon I got very close to the epicentre of events, playing with the lacy elastic band of the stocking with my lips. Yura's cock flashed in front of my face two dozen centimetres away. And then I could not only see the fucking process, but also hear it. Luda's pussy, apparently already exhausted from pleasure, secreted so much moisture for lubrication that the cock stuck very tightly to its walls, it worked like a suction cup. The result was rhythmic squelching sounds, undoubtedly adding a kind of charm to what was happening.... ... The dominant wife pressed her heels firmly on the firm mattress, pushing it solidly through. Another point of her support was her hands. She also leaned on them, sitting on Jurka. Her arse had no fulcrum at the moment. Luda did not move her pelvis. But the partner lying under her was working at an incredible pace. I had never even tried it myself, so I watched the frantically flickering cock like a mesmerised man. It was impossible to keep such a rhythm for a long time, so the guy worked in series. Fifteen seconds of fierce banging of his partner, half a minute of relaxation. And again, and again... At peak moments Luda did not breathe, or rather her breath was one pitiful moan. And another. Sitting on Yura, my wife smiled almost all the time. In principle, it can be understood. A woman gets physical pleasure, that's one. At the same time, the presence of her husband adds a huge portion of emotional pleasure. all the more so when it is the first time.... Another thing. The three of us didn't stay on the bed for long. The bed, or rather the mattress, withstood the strength test with honour. However, a little damage was still done to it. Let me explain. It had been soiled with semen. It happens all the time in normal situations. I'm not talking about this day. The density of fucks per square metre was too high. And so. Yura carefully deposited his semen on my wife's face and hair. That's all right. But Mikhail didn't get it right, he didn't calculate and the mattress was unlucky. Well, it was worth it, as they say. ... We got home only in the evening, we were delayed in visiting. The thing is that Sveta offered Luda to switch partners. So the wife didn't refuse. Why should she? So I watched one more episode. Isn't it great? At home, we didn't look at each other's faces for a long time. And only after my wife talked to my on the phone did the situation change. However, Luda and I didn't talk about the events of the day that evening. But I think that this conversation is still to come. It will not be possible to avoid such a topic, to keep silent about it. We still need to mature for a frank conversation. It's coming. I'll try to tell you about it.