My wife made an effort for both of us.
I want to tell a story that happened to our family last summer in Crimea, which very seriously changed my attitude towards intimate life. I am a third-generation Muscovite and work in the IT industry. It could be said that by the age of 27, I was a fairly successful young man, especially since I inherited a 3-room apartment in a good district from my grandmother, which is a big plus for Moscow. Over a couple of years of work, I had advanced quite well up the career ladder and was earning a pretty good salary, even for Moscow. A few years ago, friends introduced me to my future wife, Olesya. Olesya was a gorgeous girl and was looking for an opportunity to move
to Moscow and settle down, and according to her ideas, I turned out to be a very good option: non-drinking, kind, with an apartment and above-average income, despite my average build and appearance—a typical computer guy, a bespectacled weakling, as they say nowadays.We got married when she was 23. Olesya was quite tall, 175 cm, with high breasts size 3, a sharply defined wasp waist, and an insanely arousing round, firm butt. Her slender, long legs always gave her extra grace. She dyed her hair blonde, loved expensive and sometimes provocative outfits, evening dresses, and high heels, and visited expensive salons—fortunately, my income could afford it. In the intimate sphere, everything was classic for us; I was simply happy to possess such a body. When asked what she had before me, Olesya would smile mysteriously and say, "There was, there was, you don't need to know."
In the first summer of our life together, we drove to Crimea by car. We were attracted to Sudak as an interesting and historical resort. I managed to book a private hotel online. We arrived at our destination late at night. I was very tired—almost two days of driving—and Olesya suggested not looking for the booked hotel but spending the night in the first suitable one and sorting everything out in the morning. We came across, in our opinion, a decent mini-hotel where we rented a room. What surprised me was the layout: in the center was a large shaft with stairs and balconies used as corridors to the rooms, and at the bottom of this shaft, on the first floor, there was a hall with a small restaurant and the reception desk.
We rented a room, and after a short sex, I began to pass out from fatigue. Olesya threw a pink robe over her naked body and said she would go downstairs for coffee. I was awakened by the creak of the door and a slight draft—Olesya had forgotten to close the door when leaving. A quiet conversation was coming from below, in which my wife's voice stood out. I wiped my glasses and, putting on a robe, quietly stepped out onto the balcony serving as a corridor. Downstairs at a table sat my wife, a cup of coffee in front of her, and opposite her was a young guy, a Tatar boy, working as the receptionist who had checked us in. Looking at her with a greedy gaze, the boy, who could barely be given 18 years, was saying something monotonously but persistently. I moved closer to the nearest column, from behind which everything was visible and now clearly audible.
"You see, girl, we stole all your money, and there's quite a bit, plus documents and car keys," the Tatar boy said brazenly to my wife.
"We can split the money among the guys, burn the documents, and drive the car away and drown it, and then you'll have big problems... but your beauty can save everything, and your husband won't find out!"
"What do you mean?" Olesya asked in a slightly trembling but somehow affectionate voice.
"I have good and reliable friends," the boy continued. "You'll do something nice for all of us; we'll all fuck you and return your stuff and money, down to the last penny, and your man won't know anything!!!"
I was shocked by such a statement. I didn't know what to do; how could anyone even talk to my wife like that?
"Mmm, are you sure my husband won't find out?" my beauty chirped in an affectionate voice. "Then I agree to your terms, only everything must be honest!"
"Don't worry," the boy said confidently. "We'll take care of that, 100% guarantee. And you'll get your stuff upfront, but if you cheat, we'll beat your husband so badly no one will recognize him, and he'll be disabled for life. And now, make me happy."
"Well, okay," my Olesya said coquettishly, straightening up. "Come here, you savage, fuck the beauty in the mouth, I really want it, mmm..."
I was bewildered by this turn of events. I couldn't even imagine Olesya behaving like this, but the situation itself began to arouse me, and I decided not to reveal myself and remained standing behind the column.
Meanwhile, the boy jumped up and pulled down his worn-out shorts, from which a small but well-erect penis sprang out. Olesya giggled upon seeing it and, smiling, beckoned him with her finger. The Tatar boy came close, so his penis was right in front of my beloved's face. My wife slowly untied the robe's belt and freed her gorgeous, tender breasts with perky nipples.
"Don't worry, dear, I'll handle this," Olesya replied slyly, winking at the boy, who was already fussing behind the reception desk.
At this point, I decided to reveal myself and started descending the stairs to the hall, putting on a completely sleepy appearance:
"Oh, darling, you're here; I lost you!"
It was clear that Olesya was frightened, but she didn't show it:
"My love, I thought you were sleeping."
"Yes, I'm still sleeping," I said, yawning, sitting down opposite her. "And I see you're drinking coffee, with milk, right?"
"Yes, with milk," she replied with a slight tremor in her voice and slowly sipped the thick white liquid.
"Would you like some coffee?" the boy called from behind the desk.
"No, thank you, I don't like it with milk," I said, turning to him. "I'd better go back to sleep!"
"Me too," Olesya chimed in, finishing the remains in the cup, licking her lips, and following me to the room.
In the morning, my wife, as if nothing had happened, said she wanted to stay here for one more night and then go to the previously booked hotel the next day. In the morning, we went for a swim in the sea, and as soon as we returned, the boy from the reception desk decided to treat me to Crimean wine. We chatted cheerfully, drank, and I pretended to know nothing about the nighttime incident. I got a little tipsy and began to deliberately play along, pretending to be completely drunk. Then, arm in arm with my drinking buddy, I slowly and unsteadily headed to the room, where I pretended to be asleep while listening carefully and observing a little. About 20 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Olesya opened it; it was yesterday's guy, my drinking buddy:
"Here's everything we took; I brought it all!"
"Are you sure everything?" Olesya rustled the bag. "Yes, everything's here!"
"Now your payment," the boy said, laughing. "Come to room 16, the suite, in an hour. I've already told the guys; everyone will be there. And if not, then it's curtains for yours, got it?"
"Well, what's not to understand?" Olesya replied slightly coquettishly. "You'll get everything you asked for, and in the best possible way."
"You can tell right away you're an experienced and smart girl." The door slammed shut, and the sound of running feet was heard on the stairs.
I heard Olesya go to the shower, then come out, apply cream, dry her hair, and spend quite a while applying makeup. I saw her put on an erotic pink robe with soft fur, bought by me for a considerable sum, and sexy high-heeled shoes over her naked body. She took a small purse and left. I quickly jumped out of the room and ran to the second staircase to get ahead of her. The door to room 16 was open; I slipped inside and found myself in a large, nice room with a huge bed in the middle. I managed to hide in a spacious closet, through the keyhole of which the entire room was visible. After 2-3 minutes, the boys entered the room—ordinary street kids, all no older than 18, and some probably even 15, as far as I could tell. Among them was the one who had negotiated with my wife. There were about 8-10 of them. They talked quietly and looked around the room. After another couple of minutes, there was a soft knock on the door.
"Ah, here she is," said the Tatar boy I already knew, running to open it. "Our beautiful slut!" I heard the slow click of heels on the floor, and Olesya stepped into the center of the room. She was stunning in her outfit and makeup. She looked at the boys with great interest and slyness, even licking her lips once.
"Boys," Olesya began affectionately, "I brought condoms for you!"
She opened her purse and took out several packs.
"Ha, ha, ha," one of the guys laughed. "There are more of us than rubbers, and we'll fuck you without them; it's cooler that way!"
"Is that so?" Olesya was slightly puzzled and frightened. "Well then, darlings, don't cum inside me; I can't..."
"That's not our problem," another boy cut her off. "You're married, and if you get knocked up, you won't know which one of us it's from anyway, so you'll have to decide for yourself later. After all, you can't tell your husband why you got pregnant; you're a grown girl—there are all sorts of pills! Come on, don't drag it out; start!"
My wife set her purse aside, took a step forward, and stood slightly with one leg out.
"You there," she pointed to a boy who had already pulled down his shorts and was jerking off his small, dark penis. "Come here, I'll help!"
"Ha, ha, of course," the boy ran up to Olesya. "I think you'll definitely help me!"
"Mmm, dear, you're so tasty," she whispered, taking the penis out of her mouth. "Who else will treat me to dessert?"
"Let me," said an older guy approaching. "You'll like it!"
From my vantage point, the sight was insanely arousing. My gorgeously dressed, beautiful wife was actively sucking off some minor, but at the same time, I experienced a cocktail of feelings: jealousy, pain, betrayal, and strong arousal.
"Wow, you have so much," Olesya whispered, catching her breath, pulling the already limp penis from her mouth. "Yes, and you're sweet too!"
She rose from her knees and slowly untied the robe's belt, letting it drop to her feet, and stood before the boys completely naked, wearing only her shoes. Olesya turned and, swaying her hips, walked over to the bed, sitting down on it neatly.
"I'm aroused and I want cock," she addressed the guys, slightly lifting and spreading her legs, revealing a perfectly shaved pink bud with a thin strip, already aroused and open. "Who will be first?"
"That'll be me!" A stocky guy ran up to Olesya, already without pants and with a fairly substantial erect penis. He hastily grabbed her gorgeous breasts with both hands and thrust his penis in sharply. Olesya squealed, lifting her legs and wrapping them around him. "Now, not so rough, sweetie, and don't cum in me!"
The boy began to fuck my wife quickly and sharply. She looked at him, fluttering her blue eyes stupidly and breathing heavily.
"Yes, yes, faster, I'm going to cum, dear!" Olesya suddenly began to babble very tenderly, and I heard a familiar moan—she was really cumming on this ragamuffin's cock. "Ahh, yes, like that, yes!"
The boy clearly couldn't take it and pulled out his penis, starting to spray on my cumming wife. Olesya wiped herself with a sheet and gracefully got on all fours, facing the boys, spreading her legs. She looked over her shoulder. "Well, who will take me from behind?" Before I could blink, my beauty was being fucked doggy-style by the next boy, and a second one was already positioning himself in front, starting to give it to her in the mouth. The boy behind kept a good pace and fucked her for about 15 minutes. During that time, Olesya came twice, quite intensely, and five guys managed to cum in her mouth, all of which she swallowed with great pleasure. Finally, the fucker froze and began to moan.
"What... what... are you doing?" Olesya squealed tenderly. "No, not like that, not in me, don't." But it was too late. The guy stepped back, wiping sweat, and thick, white semen was oozing from Olesya's pussy. Olesya sat on the bed:
"Why did you do that? You shouldn't have cum in me," she said gently and sweetly, looking at the guy. "I love you anyway, why..."
"Haha, she loves him," one boy cheered up. "If you love him, then you'll give it up the ass!"
"Well then, come and fuck me in it," Olesya said in a changed, confident voice, lying on her side and sticking out her butt. I was petrified by an overload of feelings. We didn't practice anal sex, although I was sure she had done it before me. My wife had said it wasn't time yet, but apparently, that time had now come.
The boy slowly guided his shaft into her anus and, looking into Olesya's eyes rolling back in pleasure, began to fuck her graceful body quickly, to her moans. Olesya placed a hand on her clitoris and began to massage it actively, moaning even more. The guy increased the pace, and soon my wife began to cum intensely. Two guys jumped to her face and quickly came on it, but she seemed not to notice. The boy with a wild roar discharged into her ass and, turning to his friends, said, "Awesome slut, cums like a machine gun. Come on, give her a sandwich, like in porn!"
"You want me double?" Olesya asked in surprise, looking at the approaching boys. "That's not easy; I might not be able to take it... well, only carefully."
"Well, for the finale, everyone," someone from the group said. The guys surrounded the lying and moaning Olesya and began to jerk off together and cum, drenching her face, hair, breasts, butt, and pussy with semen. I noticed some came twice. Olesya babbled:
"Yes, yes, my darlings, all for me, pour out your love on my gorgeous body!"
The boys began to gather and put on their pants. Someone lit a cigarette, and everyone left the room quite quickly.
"Well done, worked it all out with your holes," said the departing Tatar boy I already knew.
Exhausted from orgasms, Olesya lay on the bed, all covered in sticky semen, and moaned. I quietly slipped out of my hiding place and quickly went to our room, where I again pretended to be asleep. My wife returned only two hours later and immediately went to the bathroom, washing for a long time.
Waking up in the morning, Olesya, as if nothing had happened at night, packed our things and suggested we move to the hotel we had previously booked, which we did. As we were leaving, the Tatar receptionist boy came up to me and said I had a golden wife and should take care of her, to which I agreed. This event completely overturned my ideas about intimate life and, of course, about my beloved. Our sexual adventures in Sudak did not end there, but that