Great vacation
Over the past period, due to work, I couldn't fully enjoy the venture Lena and I had started. Of course, she would find herself a guy about once a month who would fuck her good and proper, and then she would tell me all about it in every detail. But still, it wasn't the same as seeing it with my own eyes. That's how it was until a recent incident.
leaving her back, shoulders, and the upper part of her chest bare. While getting ready, Lena got a call from a girlfriend who, upon learning that my wife was going to a club, wanted to join her. Lena, covering the phone, looked at me questioningly.— Go together. I'll be nearby, — I winked.
Lena immediately understood what I was hinting at.
— But we wanted to relax.
— For me, that will be the best relaxation. And probably for you too, — I persisted.
— Well, if you really want to... , — my beloved smiled slyly.
A few more minutes were taken up by talking to her friend and light makeup, and finally, I drop Lena off at the club entrance. Giving me a peck on the cheek, my wife fluttered out of the car and immediately ran over to her friend, who, as it turned out later, was named Ksyusha. Ksyusha was dressed a bit more modestly than my wife, but looked no less sexy for it. Her shapely, though slightly plump legs and appetizing ass were hugged by jeans, and her size-three breasts were covered by a blouse unbuttoned enough to reveal the bow on her bra between her tender hemispheres. Together with Lena, they looked simply stunning.
The guys were clearly into sports. Their pumped-up, but without excessive showiness, bodies clearly testified to that. And in general, I first thought they were brothers because, apart from their hairstyles, I didn't see any obvious differences. One was completely bald, but it suited him great, and the other had short, spiky hair. Soon, those sitting at their table split into pairs: the "spiky-haired" one was with my Lena, and the bald one was being gallant with Ksyusha.
After a while, the atmosphere began to heat up. The couples often went out to dance, and soon I was watching as my lawful wife grinds her ass against her partner's crotch. The next track was a slow dance, and the "spiky-haired" guy, without any shyness, pulled Lena's ass towards him. While dancing, they were talking about something. When they turned sideways, I saw the bulge in his pants pressing against my wife's pubic area. Getting lost in watching his hands stroke Lena's ass, tightly hugged by the fabric of her skirt, I missed the moment when they merged into a kiss. They passionately devoured each other's lips, their tongues intertwining. He was already forcefully squeezing my wife's ass, hiking up her already short skirt. But at this hot moment, the slow dance ended, and the dancers regretfully pulled away from each other and returned to their seats.
Ksyusha and the bald guy were kissing right at the table, and his hand was stroking her breast. Smiling, the "spiky-haired" guy kissed Lena on the neck while simultaneously slipping his hand between her top and her stomach. She found me with her eyes and smiled lustfully. After fooling around for a while, Ksyusha and Lena, along with the guys, got up, paid, and left the club.
I left half a minute later and managed to see them getting into a black "nine" (a VAZ-2109 car). Quickly running to my car, I caught up with them in a couple of minutes and followed at a distance with my headlights and side lights off. Fortunately, they were driving along outlying streets, not lit by streetlights, and didn't notice me. After a few minutes, they stopped outside the city near a small grove. I drove past and stopped when the lights of their car disappeared from view. Parking mine on the shoulder, I walked back, hiding behind the trees. Soon I saw the light of their headlights, and, getting closer, what was happening inside the car. Hiding behind a tree, I began to watch. Those inside were finishing a bottle of martini they had apparently brought with them. Lena and the "spiky-haired" guy were in the front, and Ksyusha with hers were in the back seat. After finishing, the bald guy turned to Ksyusha and passionately kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss. The bald guy unbuttoned the little buttons on her blouse and took it off Ksyusha. And immediately, without giving her time to recover, he pulled down the cups of her bra, releasing her gorgeous size-three breasts with small brownish nipples. Breaking away from the girl's lips for a second, the bald guy looked at this treasure and carefully cupped his hands under the heavy hemispheres. Lena and the "spiky-haired" guy were watching this scene from the front seat. His hand slipped under her skirt and, reaching her panties, began to smoothly rub my wife's pussy.
The "spiky-haired" guy moved his lips to Lena's breasts, and his freed hands hiked up her skirt, which gathered as a narrow strip of fabric at her waist. I was already jerking off full force, watching as the guy lays Lena on the hood of the car. I had to strain considerably not to cum, watching as the thin fabric of the removed panties slides down my wife's slender legs. Taking out his cock, he placed Lena's legs on his shoulders and pressed his 17 centimeters against the entrance to her wet pussy. He entered slowly, drawing out the pleasure. Lena's moan became an indicator of full penetration, and the guy immediately moved back. He fucked my wife steadily, unhurriedly, savoring each penetration. His lack of haste drove Lena into ecstasy; she grabbed his buttocks with her hands, begged him to speed up, but the guy was relentless.
Movement in the back seat caught my attention. The bald guy and Ksyusha got out of the car, and he, bending her over the seat, pulled Ksyusha's jeans down to her ankles and very accurately, with a swing, thrust his cock inside. Once inside, he waited a few seconds and then began to fuck his partner with the speed of a jackhammer. The "nine" was rocking like in a storm from the onslaught of the two copulating couples. Ksyusha's screams mixed with my wife's moans and the guys' grunts. The first to give in was the "spiky-haired" guy. He moaned, thrust his pelvis sharply several times, and, pulling out his cock, came on Lena's stomach. My lawful wife lay on the hood, legs spread wide. Her still-on skirt was stained with cum. My beloved, closing her eyes, stroked her pussy with her fingers. Literally a couple of minutes later, a drawn-out cry from Ksyusha was heard, and she writhed in the sweet torments of orgasm. With a half-sigh of "I can't take anymore," she got off the bald guy's cock, who hadn't finished yet, and fell onto the seat, resting from the crazy fucking. Not wasting time, he approached Lena, took her off the hood, and kissed her, slipping his hand between her legs. My wife, apparently unsatisfied, pressed her whole body towards him. The bald guy smirked, turned her back to him, and bent her over the hood, making her put one foot on the bumper. Lena arched her back, waiting for his thick stake to invade her tender flesh. And he didn't keep her waiting. Thrusting into my wife with a swing, he began to fuck her just as he had Ksyusha a few minutes earlier. Finally, Lena got what she wanted: passionate, wild, unrestrained sex. I held on with my last strength, but even that wasn't enough when she began to plead breathlessly: "More, more, fuck me, don't stop." I came abundantly on the nearest tree and, completely drained, watched further. One of his hands forcefully kneaded her trembling breast, and with the other, he squeezed my wife's thigh so hard the skin turned white. The "spiky-haired" guy, who was watching this, felt his cock begin to come alive again, and without much thought, he brought it to Lena's mouth. She obediently took it into her tender mouth. Seeing such a sight, the bald guy sped up his pace impossibly and, after a series of fast, deep thrusts, came inside my beauty. Lena, helping herself with her hand, brought the "spiky-haired" guy to orgasm in a couple of minutes, swallowing his cum. Asking the guys for napkins, Lena wiped the streaks of cum from her stomach, legs, pussy, and the corners of her mouth and got dressed. The guys also got dressed, woke up Ksyusha, and drove the girls home. Literally a couple of minutes later, I arrived home and, not even letting her take a shower, took her right in the hallway.
I think we won't neglect our fun experiments for so long anymore.
Author's e-mail: xаеrоsc@mаil.ru