Autumn gift

This is my first time in this field, so, dear audience, I ask for forgiveness if there are mistakes and non-standard expressions. I am 35, married for many years, my wife is three years younger than me, but doesn't look a day over her age; if you didn't know, you might think you're looking at a young, 25-year-old red-haired minx, not the mother of two adorable daughters. Throughout our married life, our sexual relationship has currently plummeted to zero; I don't know what caused it: stress, work, but we live like just neighbors in the same apartment, the fire of passion and love has gone out in our hearth, but then my old friend ANTON appeared and interesting

relationships began in our fate.

I was at work when my wife called and happily informed me that my old colleague Anton had come to visit, whom I hadn't seen for 3-4 years; on top of that, it was my wife's birthday that day, and I, as a decent husband, was hurrying home with flowers and gifts. But fate's twists don't always favor you when you want them to. At work, before I could leave, they started offering drinks—first for the birthday, then for the birth of a son—in short, I arrived home not entirely sober, but that didn't stop me from congratulating my wife and noting that while I was gone, they hadn't wasted time with our friend either: bottles of wine and champagne were on the table, and a huge bouquet of roses was fragrant in the vase.

I should note that my buddy, from the very beginning of our acquaintance, was not indifferent to my wife, showing her signs of attention, and once, during one of our drinking sessions, even cried about how he wanted to sleep with my wife; she responded to the attention but in moderation, not allowing too much. After the congratulations for the birthday girl and the reunion, an ordinary drinking session began, where we discussed everything and everyone. But everything ends eventually, and now I expressed a desire after the good meal to go dance or watch TV; this proposal was met with approval, and our honest company rushed into the sea of dance. The rhythms of fast music faded, and I, tired, sat down in an armchair, not paying attention to the fact that the others continued dancing to the rhythms of a sad blues, but when I did notice, I became very interested.

Anton was swirling in a slow dance with my dear wife but was holding her not as a dance partner, but more like a man who wants to take this woman to bed. His hand slipped below her charming skirt and penetrated somewhere between her lovely legs, making thrusting movements, and his tongue was gently caressing her adorable ear. I understood that my wife, under the influence of alcohol and in a state of arousal, wouldn't hold the defense for long.

I abruptly stopped the dance, announcing that it was time for bed as it was late, and left my friend in the living room, while I took my wife to the bedroom and put her to sleep, and falling onto the pillow, I drifted into the world of Morpheus. I woke up because no one was next to me, and suspicious noises were coming from the living room. Our living room has two passageways, so I tiptoed to the second door and saw a scene that stunned me. Anton was lying on the sofa, completely naked, his powerful huge cock sticking out like a lamppost, and my wife, with her small adorable mouth, was taking it deeper and deeper, now licking it, now swallowing it all the way to the throat. Her pussy was right near his mouth, which was licking it, causing my dear one to shudder all over and demand more and more!

Unable to bear this sight any longer—and my cock was already steaming like a locomotive—I approached my wife and thrust my cock into her heated vagina, which was all wet and hot, and started pounding her like a jackhammer, after which I came abundantly inside her, and she sucked our friend's cock even more. But that wasn't enough for her; she jumped onto Anton's cock, which completely entered her little hole, and started riding him like a wild Amazon, and he, like a mighty piston, kept entering her, giving her divine pleasure. My cock rose like a flag at the fairy-tale picture, and I, lubricating her ass, entered it, feeling its tight hole; at first, she shuddered, but then, in a burst of orgasm, she screamed, "More, more! Tear me apart!!! Fuck me like the last whore!" The intensity grew, and we all came simultaneously; a sea of sperm and joy flooded us, and we, tired and exhausted, fell and slept.