Classmate

It was Friday, and I was thinking about how to spend the evening with my wife—whether to stay home or go out. But then, as if reading my thoughts, she called me and said that her former classmate was in town for a conference and suggested meeting up at a bar in the evening. That option suited me, and I readily agreed. A little about my wife: she's 38, with a juicy, appetizing ass, size 2 breasts, 1.55 meters tall, a dark-skinned mestiza.

We met around 9 p.m. at the bar in his hotel. Dima, that's his name, turned out to be an interesting guy—well-read, with an athletic build. He was in town for a medical conference. My wife chatted with him all evening about medicine, reminiscing about their student years, while I observed their conversation. My wife's eyes sparkled when they talked, and I also noticed an unhealthy interest from Dima—he would put his hand on her knee, then hug her, pulling her close.

I just watched. Then my wife went to the restroom, and I was left alone with him.

Dima said I was lucky with my wife, that when they were studying, all the guys chased after her, even him. I took it as a compliment, but a strange smile appeared on his face. When my wife returned, he suggested going up to his room, saying it was better to continue there than sitting in the bar. We agreed and went up to his room. At some point, the alcohol kicked in, and I went to the bathroom. When I returned, I saw the following scene: my beloved wife was passionately kissing Dima. He had already let his hands roam freely, sweetly kneading her breasts under her sweater with one hand and her crotch with the other. I was stunned by the unexpected sight, standing there watching what was happening. I don't think they didn't notice me, but they didn't stop either.

Then he took off her sweater. She, in turn, looked at me and continued kissing him, rubbing his cock through his jeans. Apparently, he got tired of that and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock. Holding it with one hand and taking her head with the other, he started pulling her head toward his cock. She obediently bent down, slowly began sucking him, sitting down on the floor in front of him at that moment.

Dima started saying how sweetly she was sucking and that nothing had changed since their student days. My wife only confirmed with moans. Holding her head, he started picking up the pace, and soon he was literally fucking her mouth hard. At that moment, she hiked up her skirt to her hips, spread her legs, pulled down her panties, and spread her pussy with her fingers, as if inviting me. I could no longer resist; my cock was rock hard. I knelt down, ran my fingers over her pussy—it was wetter than ever, with lubrication stretching from my fingers. I moved closer to her spread hole and started greedily licking it. With my face, I felt every thrust as she swallowed his cock. I had never felt such arousal before.

I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and entered her. How wet and hot she was at that moment! She released his cock from her mouth, and he, taking her by the back of her head, directed her toward his balls. My wife immediately understood what was wanted and started licking them. At the sight of this, I started fucking her even harder. Dima then turned to me: "Did you think she was a saint? Do you know how she fucked during her studies? But this is the first time she's being fucked by two cocks." My wife wanted to say something at that moment, but he held her head so tightly that she continued licking his balls. "Is her ass not working?" he asked. My wife shook her head negatively—we never had anal; she was always against it.

Then he suggested switching places. Ira lay on the bed on her back, spreading her legs and holding them with her hands, lifting and exposing all her holes for display. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and waited for the offer. I sat opposite her head and directed my cock into her mouth, saying at that moment that I didn't know what a slut she was. She only smiled slightly at that moment. Dima was already sliding his cock between her lips. She moved her hips in rhythm, as if trying to get him inside her. "Do you want to fuck?" he asked. She, without releasing my cock from her mouth, said, "Yes." At that moment, he inserted himself into her. She hissed with pleasure and pulled her legs toward herself. He started thrusting into her sharply. With every thrust, she clenched my cock with her teeth. I pulled my cock out of her mouth to let her lick my balls, but at that moment, he flipped her over onto all fours, got off the bed, and stood on his feet. She arched her back, pressing her head into the bed and sticking her ass out toward him. I realized she wasn't going to suck me anymore, and all I could do was watch.

He held her by the hips and impaled her like a toy. She buried her face in the bed and screamed. All I could do was watch and jerk off to the sight of my wife being fucked. At some point, he stopped and started sliding his cock between her buttocks. She started begging him to go back inside her. From his smirk, I understood he wasn't planning to do that yet. She started squirming and begging to be fucked, saying she was a slut. To that, he quickly reacted and said, "Well, if you're a slut, then sluts should be fucked in every hole." With a sharp movement, holding her by the hips, he inserted his cock into her ass. She started screaming and resisting, but he held her so tightly she couldn't break free. She lay there looking at me; tears were streaming down her face, a mix of pleasure and pain. At the sight of this, I came immediately. A couple of minutes later, he also froze and came inside her ass. He pulled out his cock and went to the bathroom. Ira, looking at me, said, "Lick me clean after him," without moving from the spot. I moved around her and started licking his cum, which was coming out of her ass and dripping down. I was overly aroused. My wife started moaning sweetly at that moment, lay down completely on the bed, and asked me not to touch her for a while.