Retribution for Inattention
It was July outside. The summer that year was glorious. For two weeks already, the heat had been holding steady at +27°C. Under such circumstances, being in the city and thinking about work was simply impossible. I wanted to get out into nature, relax, swim, so my friends and I decided to go out of town for a break. We chose a comfortable resort and set off on Friday for the whole weekend. My wife never lets me go on such trips alone, so I had to take her with me.
A bit about my wife: Her name is Irina, she's of average height with beautiful legs and simply luxurious size-three breasts. She takes very good care of herself, constantly goes to the fitness center, which makes her very toned and is
the owner of a firm, round butt, tans in a solarium, and loves to dress nicely. In such heat, she constantly wore short skirts and open tops.As soon as I turned away, my friends would constantly look at her with interest and each time enviously remarked how lucky I was. No, of course, I agree with them, but as is often the case in married life—everything gets boring without variety. All the sharpness of sensations had disappeared somewhere after five years of living together. We had sex at best once a week, as over time I had completely devoted myself to work and was building a career.
This time, I was going out of town to properly relax in nature, sit at a table with friends, and completely unwind. On Friday, after the long journey, we simply decided to get a good night's sleep. On Saturday, we swam, sunbathed, breathed in the fresh air, and in the evening went down to the first floor to a cafe with an open terrace and live music. Irka put on her light red dress with an indecently deep neckline. I tried to convince her that in such company it was improper, but she said she knew better. Many people vacationing at the resort had already gathered in the cafe. Not all of my friends were married, and those who were, were without their wives.
To be honest, Irka wasn't very interested in listening to our conversations about football, fishing, etc., and when our male company, on top of everything, got a bit drunk, even less so. She tried to drag me away somewhere, but since before the trip I had warned her about this and we agreed she wouldn't bother me, she endured it. But when she got completely fed up with it all and the live music changed to dance music, she headed to the dance floor. I was so engrossed in talking with my friends that I didn't pay any attention to my wife at all. During another smoke break, I started looking for Irka with my eyes. She was going all out on the dance floor. There were many people there, among whom I noticed one guy about our age, who with a happy face was dancing opposite Irka, and she was having a lively time with him. In the dance, he would take her by the wrists, support her waist at the right moment, etc. I started glancing in their direction from time to time. A slow dance began and naturally, they danced together and, laughing, said something to each other's ears to avoid shouting over the music, pressing closer and closer together. When I looked at them again, I noticed Irina's hands on that guy's neck, while with the fingers of one hand she was playing with the hair on the back of his head and smiling sweetly at him. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together that her tits were practically flattened against his body, as she doesn't wear a bra with summer dresses.
I went to our room to make sure my wife had really gone to bed. Approaching the room, I found the door slightly ajar. Muffled voices were coming from inside the room. There were two of them: a man's and a woman's! My heart started pounding wildly. What was happening in the room wasn't visible from the corridor, and to not look stupid in front of people passing by, I quietly opened the door a bit and slipped into the room like a thief. The light in the corridor was off, so I remained unnoticed. Closing the door behind me, I turned to face the events. It seemed they had also just entered. He was holding her in his arms in the middle of the room, and she was holding onto his neck with both hands. Meanwhile, they were kissing passionately. Then he set Irka down on the floor and, without stopping kissing, held her tightly around the waist with one hand, pressing her to himself, while with the other he stroked and kneaded her breast right through her dress. After playing with her breast, his hand slid down her waist and firmly squeezed one buttock. The dress was very light, so he could perfectly feel every centimeter of her body. Crouching down a bit, he placed his hand on her beautiful leg at the hem of the dress and, straightening up, ran his hand up her leg, hiking the dress higher and higher. When his hand was back on her buttock, the dress on that side was naturally hiked up to her waist, and even I could see that Irka wasn't wearing panties. He noted this slyly, and she just giggled quietly. He did the same with his other hand and now was kneading both halves of my wife with both hands, pressing her tightly against himself.
They were about the same height, so his erect cock was pressing right against her crotch. He decided to check the condition of her intimate place and slid his hand in from the front. From his satisfied face, I understood that Irka was wet. He pulled his hand out and right in front of her face licked the fingers moistened with her juices, and she joined in. For me, it was wild to see this, because Irka never took my cock in her mouth after it had been inside her, as she flatly refused to taste herself. Meanwhile, her hand landed on the bulge protruding from his shorts and began to stroke it, and then even slipped under the waistband, continuing the massage. He pulled down his shorts along with his underwear and, turning her with her back to him, bent her forward. She leaned her hands on the back of the bed. He hiked up the dress, grabbed her hips with both hands, and began to move smoothly. With each movement, the amplitude increased, and Irka started moving her ass more and more actively. It wasn't very comfortable for her, so, sliding off his cock, she climbed onto the bed and got into the same position. He continued fucking her doggy-style, occasionally grabbing her tits right through the dress. He didn't even bother to slip the dress straps off her shoulders to stroke her bare tits. Ira was moaning like a dirty slut and arching her back when he forcefully thrust his groin against her rear. When his movements quickened, Irka slid off his cock again, not letting him end the sexual act so wastefully.
She turned to him and, pushing him onto his back, mounted him from above. She herself slipped the dress straps off her shoulders, and his gaze finally opened to her beautiful, firm breasts with hard nipples. His hands immediately began kneading these delights and twisting her nipples. It turned out that Irka was sitting on him facing me, but since the light was on in the room and not in the hallway, she simply couldn't see her husband with an erect cock peeking from around the corner, engrossed in her activity. She was bouncing on this stallion as if he were galloping, and he didn't stop kneading her tits for a second, and I understand him. But at such speed, sex can't be long by definition. Irka felt an orgasm approaching; concentration appeared on her face. Now the center of her sensitivity was there—down below. She was looking straight ahead, but at the same time, she saw nothing. A white veil of pleasure blocked her view. Ira took a few more deep rides onto his cock and convulsed in orgasm, arching back strongly. Her deep breathing broke into a cry. He couldn't hold back either and came right inside her. But now neither of them cared. I came with them. To be honest, I didn't even notice when I put my hand in and started jerking off. I only realized all this when the cum splattered on the wall. After everything that happened, I also quietly left the room and sat down at the far end of the corridor.
I saw him leave after a while. Irka didn't see him out. Entering the room, I immediately pounced on her, and it was the most passionate sex in a long time. I never told her that I saw everything.