Ah, friends and comrades
Hey friends, comrades.
We met purely by chance. Pyotr was a cheerful, talkative guy. After a couple of days, I decided to invite him over. My wife was at work, and Pyotr and I, taking knives in hand, got busy preparing food. In between, we had a drink or two. We made a fantastic pizza. By evening, my wife returned and I introduced them. Within a couple of hours, we were sitting in the kitchen, merrily drinking wine.
The friendship continued, but after a couple of weeks, I noticed that Pyotr was paying more and more attention to my wife, and she was responding in kind. Knowing my lustful wife, I already understood that they would fuck sooner or later. The weekend promised to be hot, and I decided
to invite them to the lake to spend the day.The day was beautiful, the sun was driving people into the water to cool off. I chose a beach with more people, and we settled in the spot I had chosen. I picked a higher place so I could observe what was happening around. I enjoyed the weather, the naked bodies, and especially Natasha and Pyotr. The wine was doing its job. From time to time, I poured them a little more wine and made toasts. My wife quickly got tipsy and, under the influence of alcohol and our compliments, became playful. I encouraged Pyotr to flirt with my wife. By the end of the day, we had gotten so carried away that I was already pleased with my actions. My wife and Pyotr were already so close that you could say if they were left alone, they would immediately pounce on each other. It was starting to get dark, and we headed to the car. On the way, we had to cross a ditch, and I, gathering all our things in my arms, told Pyotr to help my wife cross the ditch. He gladly began helping the tipsy Natasha.
When it came to helping her out of the ditch, Pyotr didn't pull my wife but started pushing her from behind. I noticed that he slipped one hand under my wife's dress and was pushing her. I knew Natasha was only wearing that dress at that moment. After crossing the ditch, we found ourselves at the car. I purposely asked Natasha to put the things in the trunk. They both happily took the things from my hands and put them in the trunk. As soon as my hands were free, I announced that my keys were left in the bag in the farthest corner of the trunk. Of course, I had thrown them into that bag on purpose. Natasha reached for the bag, and an amazing view opened up to us. Her dress rode up, exposing my wife's plump legs. We stood there, and our gazes were glued to her legs. I quickly looked at Pyotr and noticed his greedy gaze on my wife's legs. "Like them?" I asked Pyotr sharply and brazenly, placing my hand on my wife's ass. Natasha at that moment wanted to straighten up, but I pressed my hand on her back.
Pyotr, taken by surprise, answered in a slightly confused voice, simply, "Yes." I pulled my wife's dress up to her waist, presenting Pyotr's gaze with my wife's exposed, plump ass. To which my friend opened his tipsy eyes slightly wider and exclaimed in surprise, "Whoa!!! Nice ass!!" —
Natasha started to struggle, but her actions clearly had an element of pretense. Laughing, I let go of my wife, and she, straightening up, pulled down her dress. Pyotr and I started jokingly persuading my wife that it looked better that way and she shouldn't cover her charms, to which my wife, also with pretense, replied that she wasn't some kind of girl, and quickly jumped into the car.
— Is this how you... normally are? — Pyotr asked somewhat hesitantly.
— I'm married to a plump slut. — I answered sharply to Pyotr's face and got into the car. Driving home, no one said a word; a tense silence hung in the car. Only when we approached Pyotr's house did everyone somehow come to life. Unloading my friend's things from the trunk, I decided to take another step. "Natasha, you haven't been to Pyotr's apartment yet!?" I asked my wife. Pyotr immediately perked up and started eagerly inviting us over. I, nudging my wife, also started chiming in that we should visit our friend.
Fifteen minutes later, we were already sprawled on the bachelor's luxurious sofa. Pyotr suggested having something stronger to drink and staying overnight at his place. Pretending that I wasn't very keen and wasn't feeling too well, I still agreed.
Whether to let them have fun or wake up and ruin their buzz. But my thoughts were interrupted by noise from the kitchen. Something fell, then it seemed like they were moving the table, and there was a commotion, some whispering, my wife's moan. All this noise was to my advantage. I quietly got up and went to the kitchen. My wife was lying on the table with her legs up, and Pyotr was vigorously fucking my wife. At one point, they both looked at me. To which I immediately said in a commanding tone that they should continue and I wanted to join them. On the go, I pulled down my pants and, approaching my wife's head, slapped her lips a couple of times with my cock. Pyotr froze in anticipation. Natasha opened her little mouth, and I plunged my cock into her wet mouth. It was clear from Pyotr that he wasn't entirely sure, but he slowly resumed his movements.
— Don't worry, you're not the first I've fucked my playful wife with... If you want to chat, then later. For now, let's fuck this plump slut. — I said and started fucking my wife's mouth.
The further into the woods, the thicker the partisans! Pyotr quickly got the hang of it, and we were already switching places—me in her mouth, then him. Natasha, as always, gave herself fully. Pyotr admired my wife more and more. I came in my wife's talkative mouth. And I suggested Pyotr come there too. My buddy positioned himself at my wife's head and started fucking her mouth. The sight was arousing. But not for long. He grabbed my wife by the hair and tensed, trying to drive his entire cock into her mouth. But Natasha pushed back with her hands and wouldn't let him into her throat. He spilled into my wife's mouth and let her go. Natasha immediately slid off the table and headed to the bathroom. Pyotr, without looking at me, started apologizing and making excuses.
I let him speak a little, and then told him not to worry and to better prepare a bed for the three of us. Half an hour later, the three of us collapsed into bed. Natusya snuggled naked between us, and we chatted merrily for half the night. I stroked my wife's body and kept bumping into Pyotr's hand. At some point, I didn't even notice how I fell asleep. I woke up from noise. Natasha and Pyotr weren't in bed. They were lying on the carpet near the bed. I quietly lay down so I could see them and silently began to watch. Pyotr was sprawled on his back, grabbing Natasha by the hair, pulling her mouth onto his cock. His movements became sharp and rough. After a couple of minutes, he pulled my wife onto him and told her to sit on top and put her ass on his cock. Natasha took a long time putting her ass on his cock because she doesn't really like anal sex. But still, she sat down and slowly moved her ass. Pyotr tried to feel her body; it seemed to me he needed ten more hands, so greedily was he groping Natasha. I lay there and enjoyed my wife. In the dim light, she was beautiful.
As with all good things, my enjoyment of my wife ended quickly. They fell into each other's arms and quickly fell asleep.
Around ten in the morning, I woke them up. And again, a tense silence hung. I thanked Pyotr for his hospitality and said that if he wanted, he could come visit me, but not to fuck my wife... My wife and I drove home. And Pyotr never came to visit us again.