My wife was taken advantage of at her friend's place.
All this happened in early spring, at my wife's friend's place. My wife and I have been living together for 4 years. I'll briefly tell you about my wife. My wife's name is Olya. She is 33 years old. She is very attractive. Olya is a brunette with big, beautiful eyes. My wife isn't exactly skinny or plump; she's closer to being on the plump side. I've always liked women like that. But even though she was a bit plump, she looked very sexy; her huge, firm size 5 breasts drove me crazy, and not just me, but other men too. She always tried to dress in a liberated, fashionable way. And sometimes, even when she needed to wear something more
covered up, she tried to wear a more revealing outfit.So, getting closer to the point. My wife had a friend who invited her and me to a birthday party. And we couldn't refuse. We celebrated the birthday at the friend's dacha. The dacha was outside the city, quite large; when I entered, there were probably at least 8 rooms!!! One can only dream of such a dacha, even me. My wife really liked it here. In the large hall, there was a festive table. The guests were already all seated at the table. Actually, my wife and I were a bit late, but we still arrived on time. We congratulated my wife's friend. My wife's friend's name was Ilona. Ilona invited my wife and me to the table, and we went into the hall. Music was playing in the hall; entering, I saw some familiar people, mostly everyone was with their spouses, but there were also some guests without partners whom I didn't know.
My wife was wearing a tight black skirt with a slit above the knee. Under the skirt, she wore black fishnet tights. At first, my wife wanted to wear stockings with a garter belt, but I was against it and managed to talk her out of it. My wife loved wearing stockings under her skirt. But the fishnet tights looked much more beautiful, and my wife chose the tights. The skirt hugged my wife's large butt so tightly that you could clearly see everything in the crotch area, as my wife loved wearing very skimpy panties with skirts. I was very worried about this because there were men in the hall.
Entering the hall, she almost blinded all the men. But many didn't pay attention because they were with their wives. However, some who were without wives were staring at my wife. I felt uneasy. We sat down at the table. Then Ilona came, and the festivities began. Many congratulated Ilona, gave toasts. Next to me sat an acquaintance with his wife; he lives in our building. He poured champagne for his wife and mine, and vodka for us.
And then it all started; it was very fun, music was playing, everyone was talking, in a word, socializing. At that moment, I somehow got into a conversation with my acquaintance. My wife was sitting and drinking a bit. My acquaintance's name was Oleg; Oleg was already feeling pretty good and started telling various stories. All this time I was listening, but I didn't notice how one guy, who was sitting opposite us, kept staring at my wife. By my estimate, he was about 28 years old. After some time, everyone felt so good that they decided to start dancing.
Oleg kept telling his stories, but without taking my eyes off that guy, I simultaneously listened to my acquaintance and observed. My wife wasn't sitting either; she was talking to a girl opposite. My wife was a bit drunk by this point. Oleg talked non-stop. Everyone was dancing, and apparently my wife also wanted to dance. She got up from the table and went to the other couples. Oleg kept going with his stories, although I was already somewhat distracted. My wife joined the other couples and started dancing.
She was dancing alone. Oleg kept refilling my glass, and after a while, I was pretty drunk. Not to the point of passing out, no, I understood everything, but it was already difficult to walk. And at one moment, when I looked from the table at my wife, I was completely agitated; my wife was already dancing with that guy who had been staring at her not long ago. They were just dancing and talking about something; it was very noisy. I continued sitting at the table and kept talking with Oleg. I didn't take any action towards my wife, just thought, "Well, let them dance."
My wife was already quite tipsy; the only thing was she was still holding on. They danced for about 10 minutes, after which I started noticing how Vova's hands were already on my wife's hips. Vova—that's what this guy's name turned out to be later. Vova was a young guy with a good appearance. With a toned physique, it was clear he goes to the gym. My wife always liked guys younger than her and muscular. They continued dancing; his hands were already behind her, groping my wife's butt. My wife was very pleased. I was seeing such a pleased wife for the first time. She was behaving as if she were an easy girl. Hatred burned in me; I immediately wanted to get up and approach this guy and smash his face. But I couldn't do it, because today was a birthday, first of all I was very drunk, and secondly, he was so big.
Huge muscles bulged from under his tight T-shirt; my wife was feeling his arms and clearly liked it. During the dance, they kept talking about something. I didn't know what to do. The main thing was that I was drunk. And it was already difficult for me to control the situation.
Oleg kept talking about himself, then about work. In general, all sorts of topics. But I finally decided; I told Oleg I'd step away for a while. I got up from the table and, barely moving my legs, went towards my dancing wife. But despite being drunk, my mind was clear, and I understood everything. Approaching my wife, I immediately wanted to say a few phrases to her, but my wife started the conversation first. She told me about her friend she had met. Says his name is Vova and he's a manager at a construction firm. Although that sounded very stupid and it wasn't what I wanted to hear. But then, without letting me start the conversation, she began telling me about him, like how good he is.
My wife was already in quite good condition. Vova immediately greeted me; we exchanged a couple of phrases. Like, asked how I liked it here and so on, nothing special. But there was still a kind of smirk on his face, and through it, you could see that type. I took my wife by the hand, and we went outside. Once outside, I started a conversation with my wife and said that was enough for today and we needed to go home. But my wife often didn't listen to me, especially when she was drunk, and especially in this situation, I couldn't forcibly take her away. There were people outside, and I didn't want others to see our squabbles.
I asked my wife again, let's say goodbye to everyone and her friend and go home. But she was stubborn and didn't want to go, citing that she liked it here and wanted to stay longer. Vova himself followed us out to have a smoke. Seeing Vova, my wife blossomed again and began flirting with Vova. I really didn't like all this.
It was somehow already awkward; after two minutes, Vova said to my wife, "Olya, what about a second dance? You promised to dance with me?!" And then I almost burst with blood; my wife, agreeing, ran up to Vova and immediately informed me that they would dance and then we could go home, and I could go for a walk or chat with my friend for now. After my wife said that, they entered the building. Everything happened so fast that I stood there simply stunned and couldn't say anything. Yes, one thought was in my head: tomorrow there would be a serious conversation with my wife about this. But today I didn't draw any conclusions and entered the building after them 10 minutes later.
Entering the hall, everyone continued dancing; the music was very loud. Everyone was having fun. My wife was dancing with Vova. I decided, well, let her dance, there's nothing terrible about it after all. Entering the building, Oleg met me. Oleg loved to talk, especially when he got going. I already thought to dodge so he wouldn't notice me, but I couldn't. Oleg, meeting me, asked where I had been for so long. Well, I said I was outside to get some fresh air. Oleg offered me a drink again; I didn't want to drink anymore, but still couldn't refuse. I stopped looking at my wife, thinking, let her dance a little, after all I could see her. Oleg started talking about his life again; later I started talking about myself, about my family.
But suddenly, what probably had to happen, happened! At some moment, while Oleg was talking on his mobile phone, I didn't see my wife on the dance floor! I didn't even notice how I lost sight of her. It was already late, about one in the morning. Oleg finished talking on the phone and said it was time for him to go home. I said goodbye to him; he got dressed and left with his wife. Not driving himself; he had his own driver. I immediately started looking for my wife; who knows what could happen, especially since Vova seemed like a very suspicious guy to me. I probably approached everyone and asked about my wife, but no one had seen her, and probably didn't want to see, as it was already useless to ask; everyone was drunk. I didn't lose my head and approached Ilona, but Ilona couldn't say anything sensible either.
The only thing she said was that she somehow saw my wife with some guy. And nothing more, although I saw it too, only it was no use; my wife wasn't in the hall! The dacha was large; I went to look for my wife. First, I thought maybe she went outside. But she wasn't outside. I decided to call her mobile phone, but the phone was switched off or out of range. I became very worried. Strange thoughts began to visit me. But I wanted to believe that I would find my wife and we would go home. I decided that for some reason, I still needed to look for her outside, and this decision wasn't in vain; not far from the dacha, there was a small outbuilding like a summer house. I decided to go there. It was dark outside. The house was behind the dacha, so I had to walk a bit.
In the house, there was a latch on the door that could lock the door so no one could enter. But apparently, in a hurry, Vova forgot to lock the door. This simply stunned me! I went completely numb and felt as if paralyzed! The room had been renovated; there was a bed, a nightstand, an armchair, and other items. My wife was touching his cock and sucking it. Gradually massaging it with her hands up and down. She ran her tongue over the head of the cock; clearly, my little wife really liked doing this.
In general, my wife loved giving blowjobs; probably that turned her on the most in sex. Vova's cock was quite large and thick. My wife continued sucking his cock, sliding her tongue over the head of the swollen cock. Vova held her hair the whole time while she sucked him off. At the same time, enjoying it, saying how good it was. It was very pleasant for him. But it didn't last long; Vova wanted more!
My wife had finished sucking and as if wanted to end it there. But Vova didn't want to finish; he wanted to have my wife. My wife started worrying that it was time for her to leave. That her husband was waiting. The guests would soon start leaving. But Vova didn't want to listen and didn't let her go. I continued to watch this; I was drunk, but after what I saw, I became very aroused and wanted to see what would happen next. My wife started resisting, but it could hardly be called resistance. Then Vova abruptly got up from the armchair, helped my tipsy wife up, and started unbuttoning and pulling off her blouse. I kept watching; my cock was very aroused; I had never seen such a thing.
Afterwards, Vova pushed down the red bra. My wife's breasts were now accessible, and he began kneading them with his dirty hands and licking her nipples. The nipples were so swollen; my wife began to moan slightly but continued to resist. After that, Vova, without ceremony, leaned her against the nightstand. And put my wife in a doggy-style position. My wife leaned on her elbows against the nightstand and stood like that. Vova knew he had to act quickly, that the guests would soon start leaving. My wife was no longer thinking straight. Vova's cock was hard as a stick; he took off his T-shirt. Then unbuttoned the black skirt and pulled it up. The view of my wife from behind was very chic; a big butt and red skimpy panties cutting into her appetizing ass.
He quickly pulled the tights down and shifted the panties aside. I was already standing and didn't know what to do. And whether it was possible to change anything, but while I was thinking, Vova wet my wife's pussy and thrust his cock into my wife's vagina; he started fucking her quite hard, and it was visible. My wife began to moan and at the same time said something like, "Maybe we shouldn't!" To which Vova responded with a slap on my wife's ass. He called her a "bitch," a "whore," in general, all sorts of words. He didn't care, as he knew my little wife was a one-night toy for him. Vova pounded my wife in the vagina for quite a long time; it was clearly visible how my wife's pussy stretched because Vova had a huge cock. My wife moaned and writhed like the last whore. Vova pounded at one pace and very hard. When he fucked my wife, he grabbed and kneaded her big ass. Yes, my wife really had a big ass; you could say very big; her cheeks constantly shook.
At the same time, he kneaded her huge breasts. Then he pulled his cock out of her pussy and started cumming on my wife's face. I saw how stretched my wife's slit was. I was already very aroused and almost came near the door, massaging my cock. After ejaculation, I thought it was time to leave so no one would see me, but that wasn't the case.
Apparently, after fucking my wife well, Vova decided to also have her in the ass. I couldn't even imagine he would do that, and Olya would hardly agree to it. Before, I somehow wanted to try anal sex with my wife, but she was against it. And now I see she doesn't care, and from what I saw, I again started getting very aroused and desired, after seeing it, to fuck my faithful whore in the ass too.
Spitting on the anus and wetting it well, he placed his huge dick against my wife's ass. I was already afraid for my wife; how could she endure all this, because my wife's anal opening was very tight, and I couldn't imagine how this monster would enter her anus. My wife probably didn't understand that Vova was going to pound her in the ass. He began with a slow movement to insert his dick into Olya's hole. And I saw how Olya quickly came to her senses.
Now I understood that now she would realize what would happen to her next. And after some time, Vova started fucking Olya in the ass, increasing the pace. After seeing that, I came right on the doorstep of the porch. They were unforgettable impressions. Vova fucked my wife harder and harder, continued kneading her breasts, slapped her ass; his cock was already fully entering my wife's ass. My wife moaned very loudly, and later the moans turned into screams.
At the same time, each time he pulled his cock out and stretched my wife's anus with his hands, and I saw how much he had wrecked my wife's ass. Vova continued fucking my wife in the ass; my wife was already asking him to stop because she no longer wanted it and clearly it hurt. But he didn't care. After fucking my wife in the ass, he again thrust his cock into her vagina and fucked my wife in the pussy again.
This continued for about 5 minutes. After which he quickly pulled out his cock, and I saw how my wife flowed. Clearly, my wife came. He made my wife sit on her knees and ejaculated his sperm right onto her face. My wife sat on the floor; all this looked whorish, in a word. He wiped his cock with a tissue and immediately silently started getting dressed.
And I understood I needed to hide because he would come out now. I hid behind the house. Vova got dressed and, saying something unintelligible to my wife, left the house, went to his car, and drove away. I approached the door again and saw how my wife, fucked in all holes, was sitting on the floor with her tights and panties down. I was in complete shock from what I saw, but still very aroused, but no matter how you look at it, pain remained in my heart. My wife had sobered up a bit. And I decided to go back to the guests.
Half an hour later, my wife came into the hall. Already washed up and dressed. It was already visible that she had been thoroughly rumpled and fucked in all places like a cheap whore. I