Case

A regular Friday. I came home from work. No one was home, the kids were at grandma's, my wife Anya was still at work. She had a corporate party, someone's birthday. I ate, lounged on the sofa, decided to call my wife to find out when to expect her home. That's when her phone played a nasty trick. After the first ring, there was rustling, sniffing, and some kind of commotion in the receiver.

— Yes… yes… give it to me more…

And a moan… Apparently, someone was fucking my wife. The phone was probably nearby or in her purse, so she accidentally pressed the button when I called. She probably didn't even realize she had received a call because the commotion and moans in the receiver intensified. At first, I was slightly

stunned, then I felt the urge to go to her workplace and start a confrontation. But then, suddenly, arousal washed over me. Someone was fucking my wife with feeling, with purpose, with deliberation.

— Aaaaaah… Aaaaaah… Oh, fuck, I'm coming. — sounded in the receiver, my wife was coming with screams and moans.

Well, the bitch definitely got off. Fuck. Slut. That's when a cunning plan matured in my mind. We've been living with my wife for a long time. Sexually, everything suits her. Her. But I've been wanting to try something new for a long time. A threesome. Any conversations with my wife ran into her lack of understanding. No, and that's it. She's quite something for her 30-something years. Not tall, with a size 2 chest, a nice ass, and long, luxurious hair. Well, she'll come home, we'll talk.

Anya came home late, tipsy, barely able to stand on her feet, satisfied. Apparently, the evening was a success.

— How was the party? Did you have a good time?

Anya went to the bathroom to change. Through the not-quite-closed door, I saw her take off her dress, leaving her in a bra and stockings. She wasn't wearing panties, though she had put them on in the morning.

— Yeah, it was okay. It was the accountant's birthday, so the whole team was celebrating.

I wonder who fucked her there. Their team isn't big, maybe one of the drivers, or maybe someone from management took care of her.

— Anya, have you checked your phone lately? — I decided not to put things off.

— Why? — Fear flashed in Anya's eyes. She took out her phone, quickly checked the call list. Saw my number, the time I called, understood everything.

— Well, there's no point in hiding it, I heard everything. Let's not argue and sort things out. Just promise me you'll do everything I say, fulfill my wish. And I'm ready to forgive you for this little mischief.

Tears welled up in Anya's eyes. She agreed. She just couldn't believe it was all over so quickly. No scandal, no threats, no packing of bags.

— Yes, Sasha. I agree.

That settled it. We sat silently on the sofa. Anya started to suck up, the bitch knows she's in trouble.

— And what's the wish? You're not upset, are you?

— Wait until tomorrow, then you'll find out everything.

I went to sleep in another room. I lay there, unable to sleep. Before my eyes was my wife with someone's cock in her mouth. And she, in the other room, passed out immediately after the party. Because of this phone call, you, my dear, will become a good, quality whore. Just once, just to try. From these thoughts, my cock stood up like a spring. Well, it's okay, I'll endure. But tomorrow we'll go all out.

In the morning, I woke up before my wife. I went into the room, she was lying naked on the sofa, her ass sticking out, invitingly beckoning. There was a good hangover smell in the room, she must have overdone it yesterday. I'd love to wake her up and fuck her right now. But I restrain myself. After all, I'm the offended one. I was cheated on. The revenge plan matured yesterday.

Anya woke up late. She came out to the kitchen all rumpled, in a robe. We sat down to drink tea.

— Well, my dear, ready to fulfill the wish? — I began the difficult conversation.

— What do you want? — my wife looks at me warily.

— I want you to be a whore for one evening.

Horror froze in Anya's eyes. She clearly doesn't understand what I want from her.

— I want to fuck you tonight together with some guy.

— I don't want to… — Anya is about to cry.

— I want you to be a whore, a slut, a hooker for one evening. I promise it's just once. You cheated on me, I want to punish you for it.

Anya was silent, thinking: — Well, I have no choice, is that what I understand correctly?

Now I started thinking, who should I fuck my wife with. Friends and acquaintances were out of the question, looking on dating sites would take too long, and I didn't want to bother. And then enlightenment descended. Not far from my work, there's a kiosk where a guy, maybe a Turk or an Arab, sells shawarma. That's an option. Watching my wife get fucked by another guy, and a southerner at that, this thought really turned me on.

— And who do you want to… fuck me with… — this was Anya, having thought over the situation, deciding to speak up.

— That's a surprise — I decided not to reveal all my cards. — What difference does it make who you lie under? Tonight you'll become a real whore, so I won't feel hurt. That's it, I'm going to go arrange things with the contender for your ass.

I went to the Arab. I occasionally bought shawarma from him, so I went right into his kiosk to talk.

— Hi, I'm Sasha, I have a business proposition for you — I started the conversation.

— Asaf — he introduced himself. — I'm listening.

— I want to offer you to have some fun with my wife — he practically sat down from what he heard — will you be free tonight?

— I will.

Of course, who would refuse such an offer when a ready-made hole is served to you on a platter.

— Then at 8:00 PM — I gave the address — washed, shaved, ready to fuck.

I went home. Time had never dragged on so slowly. Evening just wouldn't come. My wife walked around silently, cleaned the apartment, changed the bed linen, the bitch was preparing.

An hour before Asaf's arrival, I called Anka.

— Well, Anyuta, go wash up, a guest is coming soon, put on fishnet stockings, a garter belt, panties on top so they're easy to take off, no bra needed, put a peignoir on top.

— But I'm practically naked in it — Anya started to resist.

— And you don't need to be dressed, people usually fuck naked — I quipped.

She silently went to the bathroom. She didn't come out for a long time, apparently delaying the moment. But there was nowhere to go, the door slammed and my wife appeared, in black stockings, a garter belt, thong, and a black fishnet peignoir that didn't hide anything but rather emphasized her breasts with protruding nipples. Anya had tidied herself up, makeup, a shaved pubic area clearly visible through the transparent thong. What a fine bitch…

There was the doorbell, Asaf on the doorstep with a bouquet and champagne.

Anya froze in the bedroom doorway, and I hospitably let Asaf in and closed the door behind him.

— Meet Anya — Asaf. Let's go to the kitchen, let's talk.

We sat down, I took out a bottle of cognac I had saved during the day. Anya drank some champagne. We chatted about this and that. Anya sat stiffly, undressed in front of the Arab who was openly staring at her. After 3 glasses of champagne, she got tipsy, started making eyes.

— Well, let's not sit around too long — I sped things up — Asaf, go to the bathroom, there's a towel on the hook.

No need to urge the young Arab, he ran off to wash.

— What next — asked Anya.

— Next, we'll turn you into a whore — I replied.

Asaf came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Anya was sitting on the large double bed.

— Well, you two get acquainted more closely here, and I'll take a shower — I said and went to wash.

A few minutes later, I entered the bedroom. Anya was lying with her legs spread, and Asaf, who still hadn't taken off his towel, was enthusiastically licking her smoothly shaved pussy. I climbed onto the bed and offered Anya my rock-hard cock. My cock is average, 13 cm, my wife swallows it completely down to the balls, she learned how to give deep head. So what I wanted came true, my wife is sucking my cock, and her pussy is being licked by our southern guest.

— Come on, Anyuta, treat our guest to a blowjob — I decided. Asaf dropped the towel and I realized I hadn't made a mistake in my choice. A cock about 20 cm, thick and standing at attention, I even felt envious. Anya saw this organ and involuntarily gasped.

— This organ will turn you into a real whore — I pronounced the verdict.

Anya started sucking, trying to take it all in, but she wasn't doing very well. The size was a bit too big. I lay there and jerked off watching my wife suck a stranger's cock, trying not to come immediately. I lay down, spread my legs, pulled my wife by the hair, and

put my cock in her mouth.

— And now, Anya, remember what you promised about fulfilling the wish. And I want Asaf to fuck you today like a real whore, but only in the ass…

Anya immediately tried to jump up, I held her by the hair. She didn't exactly love anal sex, but she occasionally asked me to put it in her ass. But that was with me, and here it was with a stranger and with such a cock.

— Don't be afraid, you won't tear — I commanded, and pulled her by the hair towards my cock, — Asaf, begin.

The Arab didn't keep us waiting, and spitting on his cock, started inserting it into Anya's ass. I lay there and enjoyed it. A gentle tongue slid over the head of my cock, while from behind a large cock entered my wife's ass. When the head of the cock disappeared into her ass, Anya moaned and bit her lip, I pulled her towards my cock.

— Don't get distracted, suck, we'll make a real whore out of you, and real whores get fucked in the mouth and in the ass. Anya sucked with relish and jerked from the steady thrusts from behind. Her hand reached for her pussy and she began to furiously rub it. From such an influx of feelings, I came with a cry right into her mouth, and a moment later Anya came, twitched, screamed, and collapsed onto the bed. Asaf pulled his cock out of my wife's ass and shoved it into her mouth, after which he also came. On wobbly legs, I went to the balcony to smoke, Anya and Asaf fell onto the sofa and stayed there lying down. I smoked for a long time, after which, entering the bedroom, I saw Anya enthusiastically sucking Asaf's cock while he fingered her pussy. I got hard again. Without thinking long, I approached my wife, who was on all fours, and drove my cock into her ass. She moaned and started to move. The cock went into the stretched hole easily, I thrust a couple of times and said.

— We agreed that the guest fucks, and you suck me, so get to it. I lay back down on the bed, Asaf positioned himself at her ass again, everything repeated. My wife moaned and sucked, clearly enjoying it, she started rubbing her pussy again, and came again with a scream. Asaf sped up the pace, moaned, and came in her ass. I lay there and was amazed. I didn't want to come, I was stretching out the pleasure. Asaf went to the balcony, and I continued to enjoy the blowjob. A couple of minutes later, Asaf returned. Come on, Anya, suck him off — I ordered. She obeyed and began to suck diligently, presenting her ass. When Asaf's cock regained its battle form, he lay on his back, and I helped Anya sit on top.

— Don't forget, only in the ass today — I reminded her, and Anya with a moan lowered herself onto his cock. The sight was amazing. Anya, sitting with her back to Asaf, bouncing on his cock, her invitingly open pussy dripping with lubrication. I leaned over her and started fucking Anya's throat. My wife again reached for her pussy and came again. But we, having already released the tension, weren't planning to stop. Taking my cock out of my wife's mouth, I ignored what I had said and inserted it into her pussy. Anya came almost immediately, and I started fucking her with frenzy, without stopping, driving my cock in to its full length, feeling through the thin partition the movement of Asaf's cock in Anya's ass.

From that, I came quickly. Asaf put Anya on all fours and started pounding her ass. My sperm was flowing out of Anya's pussy, she twitched in time with the movements and moaned dully. Asaf came with a growl in my wife's ass and lay down on the bed exhausted. After that, there was a general smoke break, after which my wife, having taken a shower, sat her ass on Asaf's cock, and I started licking her pussy.

That's when Anya came with such screams that I had to cover her mouth. And we, completely exhausted by now, put Anya on all fours and started taking turns fucking her stretched ass. I couldn't come, so I sat in the armchair and started lazily jerking off, watching Asaf fuck my wife's ass.

The hot southern guy came four more times, and in the end, Anya's ass was a huge red hole from which sperm was flowing. My wife no longer understood what was being done to her, so I decided to finish turning my wife into a whore. In farewell, Asaf shook my hand firmly and left. And I returned to the bedroom, looked at my beloved wife sleeping on the bed, couldn't resist, inserted my cock into her ass, and fiercely fucked her, came with a growl, and falling next to her, fell asleep.