A wife fucked by another man

This story began when I was working part-time as a taxi driver. I pulled up to a café where, apparently, some corporate event was taking place, a pretty woman of about 35 climbed in next to me and, sitting in the front seat, slurred her way through the address. It was a long drive, 30 kilometers, and delighted with such a good order at the end of my shift, I drove to the address. During the ride, the drunk woman began complaining about her life: her husband wasn't paying attention, her lover didn't need her anymore, and she was still in her prime, and so on and so forth—whatever else men want. Upon closer inspection, I realized she was indeed quite attractive, with a C- or B-cup bust, slender legs, a toned figure, and not an ugly face. We chatted for about half the ride, and then something happened that I'd heard about many times, but had never experienced with me. She asked for a light, and since I don't allow smoking in the car, I had to pull over and we got out together, each lighting a cigarette. Then she had to pee, and she unabashedly lifted her skirt, revealing a beautiful view of what was underneath. What I'd previously thought were tights turned out to be stockings, complete with a belt and white satin panties. She positioned herself unabashedly on the right side of the car, removing her panties and spreading her legs wide. I heard the sound of urine spurting, and she looked at me drunkenly and smiled. - Like? - What exactly? - My cunt, you're looking there! - Well, yeah, quite nice, shaved, beautiful. I also like your outfit. - Stockings with pages or something? - With what? - With pages. This is the belt that holds up the stockings. It's called pages. Do you have a napkin to wipe your ass? Taking a napkin from the glove compartment, I returned to the lady sitting in the same position and handed it to her. - Wipe me off. Already anticipating how this would all end, I squatted down and ran a napkin over her crotch. My penis was hard and ready for action, and she reasonably assumed we both needed release. - Where do you want me? On the hood, in the back seat, in the front, or maybe we should go to those bushes over there? - You don't mind? - I want to get fucked today and I don't give a damn who fucks me. With these words, she stood up, kicking away her fallen panties, and without adjusting her skirt, walked to the front seat, under the watchful gaze of passing drivers. I picked up her panties and climbed into the driver's seat. - You forgot your panties. Your husband will catch you. - I'm begging you. This asshole won't even notice if I come home naked after seven guys fuck me, without washing me, with a condom in my pussy and ass. Do you have a condom, by the way? - No, I don’t carry it with me. - Are you married? - Yes. - Then I understand. Find a place and you can spank me without a condom, just don't cum in me, I'd rather take it all in my mouth. A few minutes later, I was already screwing this slut in the backseat, and the next day I had to explain to my wife how some woman's stockings and panties ended up in the backseat. That's how stupidly I got myself into trouble, rushing to see the woman I'd made happy off without making sure she'd retrieved everything I'd taken from her. "No, I understand everything. Some chick tore her tights after the office party and changed them in our car. Did she change her panties too? And anyway, those aren't even pantyhose, they're stockings, and the kind you only wear with a garter belt. Are you saying she took a spare pair of stockings with her panties?" - Yul, well, I'm sitting in the front, how am I supposed to know what's falling out of their bags? - What a weak excuse! Did you fuck her? - Whom? - How should I know what kind of whores you bring in there! Don't come near me without a certificate. Were you even smart enough to use a condom? And I don't get it, is she any better than me? I keep my figure for you so you don't look left, I wear stockings and underwear for you, I'll suck you off – please, I'll dress provocatively to tone you up – for God's sake. What else do you need, how can I surprise you? Let's sleep in the car, you fucked her in the car, in stockings. Yulia was right, no matter how you look at it. Compared to that fleeting encounter, she was nothing compared to my wife, 100% better, but succumbing to temptation sent me over the edge. Yulia was 28 at the time, and having been legally married for eight years, she never lost her goal. She regularly went to the gym, maintained her attractiveness, and always tried to dress to make men envious. Even at home, she was attractive, and that was just what I needed. But as they say, every cloud has a silver lining, and this incident, oddly enough, gave a new impetus and added variety to our sex life. That evening, my wife, like a fox, began seducing me, wearing stockings and sheer lingerie. - Yulchik, what about the certificate? - I trust you, and if you give me any kind of infection, I'll cut off your balls. I want to and that's it!!! Honestly, I didn't want to lose my balls, but for some reason I was sure I had nothing left after that woman, so I had sex with my wife. We had sex like never before, and both my wife and I noticed that the topic of cheating was arousing us both. - Did you fuck her in the mouth? - Whom? - By the way, what is her name? - Don't know. - Holy shit, you fucked a woman and don’t know her name? - There was no time for that. - Did you give it to her in the ass? - You know that I'm not a fan of this. - Well, did you give it to her in the mouth? - Yes. - Good job! Imagine if I slept with the manager at work, would you like that? - For what? - Well, he's been eyeing me for a while, and the fitness trainer, he even likes girls in leggings. He even touched me. - Where did you touch it, there? - Well, where else? Maybe I should sleep with him. It was all just talk, of course, but a week later I realized my wife wasn't joking. That day, she came home from training a full three hours later than usual, and as I understood it, she actually did what she'd threatened. She didn't even hide the fact that she'd been to see her trainer and had sex with him. As proof, she presented her torn pink leggings with the telltale stains around the opening. - Today, darling, your wife was spanked in these leggings, without a condom, in the entryway. How do you like a wife fucked by a stranger? We had sex, and when I penetrated her, I realized she wasn't bluffing. Remnants of his sperm appeared on my penis during intercourse. And it wasn't his wife's own secretions from arousal; it was sperm. - Didn't you even wash up after him? Did he really do it to you right there in the entryway? - Well, I didn't even change. I went to see him in my gym clothes, and he couldn't stand it anymore and fucked me right there on the court, ripped my leggings and fucked me. From behind, like a bitch, and then I changed, wiped my ass with the leggings, and he took me home. He fucked his wife like it was their wedding night, imagining his trainer impaling her on his cock. The next day, Yulia asked him to take her to the tattoo parlor, promising a surprise upon leaving. Two hours later, his wife returned and, getting into the car, narrowed her eyes mysteriously. - Where's the surprise? - Intrigue!!! I took off my stocking and the master rewarded me with this. Only now did I notice she wasn't wearing tights, but nude stockings. Yulia removed her shoe and, gracefully lifting her right foot, stretched it out in a pointed toe, placed it on my lap, playing with the right side of her ankle. The black and red "sexwife" symbol, tattooed by a tattoo artist, was clearly visible through the nylon. - Like? - This is sexwife symbolism! - Ooooh, how erudite we are! You're Mr. Erudite! Do you know what it means? - The fact that you can do it with anyone and your husband doesn’t mind. - Yeah, I wonder how many erudite people there are like you? I want to check, you don't mind your wife giving it to anyone who wants me, do you? - I hope it's temporary? - No, my friend, it's permanent. I'm serious! Come on, I'm kidding, it's temporary. We're going to the sanatorium the day after tomorrow. Shall we see? Let's go, my sweetie. My wife winked at me, we kissed and went home to pack our things. The first two days at the sanatorium were spent settling in and settling into free time, including treatments. My wife showed off around the buildings in white cycling shorts, a tank top, white socks, and sneakers. On the third day, after checking out the local entertainment schedule, we decided to visit a disco bar that evening, and my wife began choosing an appropriate outfit. - Do you think it will be okay if I wear this shiny short dress and white tights with heels? - Just don't put on any panties and everything will be fine! At the time, I didn't know what my wife and I would be doing that evening, and I thought the joke was funny. Yulia dressed up and told me about it, and we went to the bar in the next building. There were a lot of people there, but my wife stood out, especially because of her clothes. Of all the girls there, only Yulia and one other girl, apparently new to the place, were wearing a dress. About an hour later, when the fun was in full swing, I noticed a guy had joined Yulia on the dance floor, and after the song ended, he and she moved toward our table to wet their throats. - Hello, my name is Oleg. - I'm Alexey, this is my wife Yulia. - Yes, I know, we've already met. How lively she is with that beautiful tattoo on her beautiful leg. - Do you like my legs? - Yulia looked at me, turned to Oleg and took off her shoe, placing her right foot on his knees. - Yes, they are beautiful. - Stroke them for me. Yulia removed her left shoe and placed both feet on Oleg's lap. Unabashed, he began caressing her legs with undisguised pleasure, pressing them into his groin and massaging them with such passion that the nylon fabric on Yulia's legs bunched in folds following his hand movements. Enthralled, he lifted her right foot and buried his nose in her toes, running his tongue from heel to toe before taking her toes into his mouth. His wife, glancing around, noticed the involuntary glances of the visitors and, feeling awkward, hurried to adjust the hem of her dress and slid her feet back into her shoes. - I'm going to the toilet. Yulia got up from the table and headed to the restroom. Oleg hesitated a bit, apparently considering what to do, then stood up. - I'll go help the girl, in case she can't cope. Oddly enough, the restroom was shared by both men and women—I confirmed this when I approached it a minute after Oleg had left. The door was locked from the inside, but upon closer inspection, I noticed the lock could be opened with a knife or a simple key inserted into the slot and the latch turned. Oleg must have entered that way, or perhaps Yulia hadn't locked the door at all. I used my room key to perform a simple trick on the latch and entered, locking it again. The room, seemingly small from the outside but quite spacious inside, had several stalls, one of which I noticed two pairs of legs. Judging by their position, it was easy to guess that his wife was sitting on the toilet, and Oleg was standing in front of her. The slurping sound and the movement of Oleg's legs made it clear that Yulia was giving him oral sex. - Get up, beauty. His wife obediently rose from the toilet and was apparently immediately turned to face the wall. There was a rustling sound of a dress being lifted, and Oleg's right leg pushed his wife's legs shoulder-width apart. - No, wait. Oleg, no. - Right now, right now. Or have you changed your mind? No, beauty, you'll give it to me and right now. - Well, not here, let's go to our room. There's a bed there and it's more comfortable to fuck. - We'll get to the bed, and my husband will watch you fuck me. The sound of tearing tights was heard, the wife rose up on her toes, exposing the heels of her shoes and spreading her legs a little wider, preparing to receive Oleg's member. - Come on, spread your lips. Yulia squealed several times, accepting the thrusts of his penis. A few seconds later, Oleg was thrusting powerfully into her vagina, while his wife's feet kept slipping on her heels. Finally, realizing it, she kicked off her shoes and, spreading her legs wider, rose up on her toes. The sound of body slapping against body was heard, and his wife, loving this pounding, began to whine, preparing for orgasm. The tempo of the slapping increased, and his wife, apparently further stimulating her clitoris, gasped loudly and, like a ballerina standing on pointe, began breathing rapidly. Oleg came quickly, following Yulia, and apparently pulled out, pressing his penis against her ass. Semen ran down her tights, and a few drops fell to the floor. - That's it, now let's go to bed. Call your husband. Oleg opened the stall door and came face to face with me. Behind him, my wife was putting on her shoes and adjusting her dress. - Oh, Lyokha. How are you here? Your wife is amazing, let's go to your room and she needs to change. Let's just agree: I'll do her first, and then you after me. After asking us for our room number, Oleg headed to the bar for drinks, while my wife and I went to our room. Yulia undressed, went into the restroom, wiped herself with napkins, and went to the closet. - What do you think I should wear to greet the guest? - Look for yourself, you took a lot of different things. Yulia rummaged around, pulled out a pair of pink stockings from the drawer, deftly pulled them on, and dived back into the cabinet. - I think this will do. She pulled on a white, see-through bodysuit, fastened the hooks at her crotch, and twirled playfully in front of me. There was a knock at the door, and my wife went to answer it. A minute later, I was sitting in a chair, watching as Oleg laid my wife on the bed and caressed her nylon-clad legs, savoring every inch. His enormous, erect penis dangled just inches from my wife's already exposed and aroused vagina. He lay on top of her, pinning her to the bed, and they locked in a long, passionate kiss. Caressing each other, they made love like husband and wife, oblivious to me. Finally, having enjoyed the caresses, Oleg reached between Yulia's legs, and she, anticipating his actions, smoothly spread her legs, preparing to receive his penis. Having chosen a good position so I could see everything, Oleg took his penis in his hand, exposed the head, and began to push it into my wife's pussy. Yulia parted her labia with her fingers and let him in. Oleg's penis sank into her vagina, millimeter by millimeter, as if in slow motion, and finally, he entered her balls deep. My wife, breathing rapidly, let out a soft moan and, apparently feeling Oleg contracting his penis and trying to penetrate her even further, arched her back under him and leaned toward him. - Fuck me, pull out and enter again. Oleg obediently withdrew his penis and thrust into her again, more forcefully. Yulia squealed and thrust back into him. The pace slowly picked up, and now his wife, looking into his eyes, was already moving in time with his movements. Oleg stood up, grabbed her legs, and began kissing her like he had at the bar. Pulling her stockings off his toes with his teeth, he continued to slowly fuck her, while Yulia massaged her breasts, moaning loudly and, her toes pointed, rubbed her clitoris with the fingers of her right hand. She reached orgasm the moment Oleg suddenly thrust two more fingers into her vagina along with his penis. Yulia squealed and convulsed, and Oleg pulled out, positioned her on all fours, and entered her from behind. Oblivious to the fact that the girl, having just had an orgasm, was craving affection, he grabbed her hair and began furiously pounding her vagina. Yulia winced and clenched her teeth, obediently accepting his penis until he came inside her and, turning her over onto her back, entered her vagina once more. - You can't imagine, Lyokha, what a thrill it is to fuck a girl after someone has already cum inside her and fucked her whole pussy. Go ahead and try it. He got out of bed and began to dress. He took a bottle of beer from the table and took a sip. "The show's still on at the bar for another two hours, come back when you've had enough. Lyokha, just don't let your wife wash up, feel the thrill. Come on, there's another chick there, maybe we can get into a foursome. I'll go test the waters." Oleg went out, closing the door. - Lesha? - A? - Will you wash me or should I wash myself after him? The wife lay curled up with her face to the wall. - Will. - I have sperm all over there. - They told me to feel the thrill. I turned my wife around and spread her legs, and sperm began to drip from her cunt onto the sheets. She beckoned me so much, I couldn't resist thrusting into her balls deep. We locked in a long kiss, my arousal growing from the scent of another man who had just slept with my wife, the feeling of sliding effortlessly inside my wife, and her disheveled appearance after the recent sexual encounter that had taken place right before my eyes. The encounter didn't last long; within a minute, my sperm was pouring into my wife's cunt, mixing with Oleg's, and leaking out from the excess.