Second MMF with my wife
Several weeks have already passed since it happened, and my wife and I have spent more than one evening reminiscing about this act of ours. A new stage in our life has occurred, and surprisingly, a new spark has ignited between us in our nighttime bedroom life. During the day, we are the same people—a family, neighbors, or colleagues at work—but in the sexual world, our gates have opened to new horizons. We had discussions and plans, of course, but the choice of with whom, where, and when was limited. So, another weekend approaches, and as luck would have it, our child ends up at our parents' place, and Irina and I are alone. Having made a plan for the evening, we headed to an establishment where we could lift our spirits and just sit. Of course, having learned
about this club from social media sources, we understood where we were going.The strip club and its clientele were similar to us and our goals, so we felt at ease in that atmosphere. Our eyes searched the room for an attractive potential partner. We didn't have to wait long, and there were many of my acquaintances there. Glass after glass, music, and the hot bodies of the staff could heat up anyone. Instincts kick in on their own. Then, a guy around twenty-five sat down next to us. He easily struck up a conversation, showered us with compliments, and even ordered a bottle of martini for my wife. In response, we looked at each other and realized he was the one we needed tonight.
Learning that this guy was from another city intrigued us even more. Potentially, he turned out to be our client. Irina, without thinking long, invited him to dance, and I watched from the side. He had clearly come here for adventure, and he was in the right place—we understood that. A little later, we invited him to come over to our place. He graciously agreed, and we set off. Mikhail, that was our companion's name, fit right into our company. Entering the house, we found ourselves in the living room; Irina went to shed her evening attire. And then she came out to us in a nightgown that barely covered her butt. The continuation of her legs beyond the edge of the garment blended smoothly with her hips. Her figure was stunning. The slit in the back emphasized the absence of a bra, and the shape of her breasts gave it away anyway. Walking provocatively past us, she sat down to adjust the curtains. Raising her arms, the nightgown lifted, exposing part of her buttocks. We both noticed it. Inside, a fire of anticipation ignited. I understood what she was doing, but I was interested in the guest's reaction. He didn't take his eyes off her and shifted his posture. I suggested we have something stronger to drink, and everyone agreed. While I went to the kitchen for a bottle, they were left alone. The passion made me curious about what was happening there now. Entering the room, they were already sitting close together, and my Irina was clearly smiling about something. My wife suggested turning on music, demonstrating to us a bend that revealed the complete absence of underwear. Everything was there—those slightly swollen lips, cleanliness and grooming, a demonstration of what is called desire. This affected both me and the guest immensely, and our organs stirred. The background music was now playing just to break the silence. Sitting between us, Irina tucked one leg, thereby exposing her pubic area. My wife's shaved pubis was visible to both of us. The outcome didn't keep us waiting long.
— "Darling, Mikhail and I are so tense right now, maybe you could help relieve it!" — I suggested.
Her hands fell onto our crotches, where there was clearly a storm brewing. Exposing our tips, she began slowly stroking them, stimulating our desire. She examined the new organ in her palm. Mikhail leaned back in pleasure. Masturbating us, she was provoking. I myself was lost in bliss from what was happening. Without rushing, she squeezed our cocks with her palm and played with them as if shifting gears in a car. I began stroking her leg with my palm, gradually moving deeper toward the inner part of her thigh. Mikhail, growing bolder, slipped the nearest strap of the nightgown off her shoulder, exposing her left breast. This excited him. Starting to caress and knead it, my wife herself swayed from pleasure. Exploring the heads of our cocks with her fingers, the pulsation of blood grew stronger. Finally, the guest said:
— "Would you mind relieving us in a different way?" — Mikhail said calmly, looking at her.
— "Come on, darling, we insist!" — I supported.
— "Hold them!" — Mikhail prompted me.
Instead, I grabbed my wife's breasts, squeezing her swollen nipples as if in a test. She was thrown back again with a drawn-out "yes." It was the most powerful ecstasy I had ever seen from her. Lifting her legs and embracing her, the guest continued to bring my beloved to another climax, and then I pressed her against me to feel on my own body how much this aroused her. She was already trying to push Mikhail away, but in vain, and then another explosion. Clicking and squelching turned into the culmination of stroking around her clitoris. In my wife's eyes, there was a haze of having received new pleasure and a moment to get even with the guest for it. Like a predator, she pointed her finger at the sofa. Following this instruction, he sat down next to me. She dropped the nightgown hanging on her hips down her legs onto the floor, stepped away from it, and ended up on top of the guest. He began kissing her breasts, holding her hips. She, guiding his organ, slowly began to lower herself. From behind, my eyes saw how her pink lips, tightly enveloping his head, swallowed it. Watching as a stranger's organ penetrated again and again, I began stimulating my own already tense organ.
Mikhail settled more comfortably and, placing his palms on her buttocks, began raising his pelvis more frequently. Irina straightened up, leaning against the back of the sofa, and looked at him with moans. A little more, and she herself began moving her hips. The process was ongoing, but without me, and then the guest passed her to me. She sat on top of me, facing away. Everything there was simply flowing. She was all wet. Mikhail began slapping her clitoris while simultaneously caressing her breasts. A little more, and she began to tremble. The now-familiar moan of the evening broke through louder than the music. I grabbed her from behind so she wouldn't escape from my end. When I felt someone's hand stroking my balls, I was initially frightened, but at that moment it even felt pleasant. Then she got on all fours, and I was behind her. In the familiar doggy style position, I had to continue what I had started earlier, while from the front, the guest was now having her orally. Yielding my place to him, I waited with interest to see what would happen next. Quietly, as if on cue, he penetrated her, and the slapping continued. The main letter "A" became the musical accompaniment. After a while, leaning on the table in the room, I now occupied myself with my wife's body. Some things fell from the table due to the vibrations, but we couldn't care less about them. Mikhail sat her on the table and continued my process. We changed places so quickly that I didn't have time to finish. The surge would come and go when I yielded my place. Soon, the guest finally pulled out his argument, and a stream of hot fluid erupted from her navel downward. Irina lay on her back, and the guest began bringing my wife to orgasm again with finger stimulation. Once again, that snake arched, moving her legs from happiness. I approached her body; some of the semen had already flowed down her mound. With the head of my cock, I began stroking her swollen lips. They were so elegantly parted. The hole was visible and everything glistened. Penetrating my wife gave me so much pleasure from what I saw. Running my palm from her breasts to her mound, the tactile sensations on my wife's body were now sharper than ever. Approaching the side of the table, she stimulated Mikhail's cock with one hand while caressing herself with the other. Continuing from what I saw, I wanted to finish. Repeating the guest's action, my wife was covered in men's protein. With the thumb of my left hand stroking her clitoris, I watched how everything there was spread open. Replacing me, Mikhail approached as if to a machine, lifted one leg onto the table, and continued the deed. Thrust after thrust of bodies, I observed this scene. Half-drunk but receiving eyes rolled back with regularity. The guest's clenched buttocks were aimed at obtaining even more pleasure. Placing my wife on the sofa again, Mikhail continued his deed, and I approached from the head side and gave it to my wife in the mouth. She was already tenderly working on it, caressing as if thanking him for what was happening. Her swaying breasts, moans, and the man between her legs boosted my ego. Again, the guest came, but less violently. He managed, but mine was on the edge, and then the guest took everything into his own hands again. With his fingers, he brought Irina to a squirt. This was the first in her and my life that I witnessed. Her pelvis shook, and a stream flowed unconsciously and uncontrollably.
— "Yeeessss, gooood!!!" — the guest uttered — "Good girl!"
— "Excellent, great!" — I added.
My wife's body still trembled a little from what she received, but she was beautiful. Naked, all wet, still full of passion, but having received pleasure, both she and I achieved our goal. A new and successful experience, I thought.
Mikhail took a shower and left the apartment without leaving a number or any way to find him. Lying in our bed, I stroked the body of my tired wife and remembered how she screamed from a man's hands.