Me, my wife Olga, and our friend German

This story won't contain any extraordinary fucking scenes; it simply describes the relationship between a husband—that is, me, whose only merits were a 17 cm dick with a 5 cm girth and a large glans, nothing else—my wife Olga, who was all merits: size +4 breasts (though they didn't stand out, they also didn't hang like a spaniel's ears), a hint of a belly that gave her greater sexiness, a prominent size 50 ass (she's convinced it's size 48, but anyone who saw her standing doggy-style even doubted size 50), plump thighs yet slender legs, and my friend and colleague German, of average height, with a decent belly, perpetually

disheveled, any clothes hung on him like a sack, always covered in cigarette ash and... a 13 cm dick. Despite this, all the women in our department loved him; he had been married three times, then gave up on that, getting by with casual flings. When I introduced him to my wife, they developed some interesting relationship—like an older sister and younger brother. She was aware of all his romantic affairs. The first hint of something unusual appeared at a party; German seemed to have overindulged, though as I recalled later, he drank less than usual that evening. Olga took him out to the balcony for some air; I didn't keep an eye on them, being captivated by one lady's ass—I have a weakness for women's asses. However, when they came back from the balcony, it struck me that Olga was adjusting the hem of her dress, but that thought instantly