Double penetration on a vegetable base

Friends think I'm a model family man. Colleagues think I'm a quiet, henpecked husband. But I'm just a guy who realized: my dick only gets hard when I know someone else has already been inside my wife. And the dirtier, the rougher it is, the more hands and dicks there are, the harder it shakes me. Polina understood this before I did. She brought me into this life—the life of a cuckold who waits in the bushes, in the closet, behind the vegetable crates. Waiting to lick it off later. My wife Polina had completely developed a taste for infidelity and no longer hid the fact that she enjoyed being used roughly, without ceremony. She began staying late more often "on business" and always returned home with that same smell that drove me crazy. In mid-August, Polina said she was going to the vegetable market to pick up some seasonal fruit. She was wearing a light summer dress that barely covered her butt, and no underwear. I immediately realized it had nothing to do with fruit. “Stay at home,” she said as she said goodbye, “I’ll call.” Forty minutes later, the phone vibrated. Message: "Base, hangar three, entrance from the highway. Enter from the rear, there are concrete blocks. Hide behind the boxes at the far wall. Wait." I arrived quickly. The vegetable warehouse greeted me with the smell of rotting vegetables, diesel fuel, and sun-heated metal. The third hangar stood apart from the others, almost abandoned. I parked my car behind a pile of broken bricks and slipped inside through the rusty gates, where I was immediately hit by the scent of wooden containers and fresh greens. There were indeed stacks of empty boxes piled along the far wall. I squeezed through the narrow gap and froze. A makeshift den opened up before me: an old, sagging sofa, a backless chair, a coffee table with a half-empty bottle of cognac. Apparently, the local movers had set up a smoking area and a relaxation corner here. Polina entered a couple of minutes later. She wasn't alone. There were two people with her. The first was a stocky man of about forty-five, with a red face and hairy, rake-like hands, wearing a dirty tank top. The second was younger, dark-haired, wiry, with an eagle tattoo on his neck, and wearing camouflage pants. “So, beauty,” the red-faced man, whom she called Mikhalych, said hoarsely, “you say you want it like an adult?” "I want you both to take me," Polina replied calmly, with a slight smile. "In both holes at once. Can you handle it?" The dark-haired man, whose name was Tolik, chuckled and slapped her on the butt in a proprietary manner: — That's right. We treat about five holes like that at the base every day, only the other ones are smaller. I clutched my cell phone in my pocket, switched it to video, and pressed my face against the gap between the drawers. My dick was already pressing against my fly, and my heart was pounding somewhere in my throat. Mikhalych first tore Polina's dress off, exposing her breasts and bare crotch. Tolik grabbed her breasts from behind and began kneading them while Mikhalych unbuckled his belt. His penis, when he pulled it out, was short but incredibly thick—so thick that Polina's fingers couldn't close around it. She knelt down on the dirt floor and took him into her mouth. Once, twice—and the entire head disappeared down her throat, and Mikhalych, throwing his head back, groaned: - This is a blowjob, bitch... a pro... Meanwhile, Tolik had thrown off his camouflage and, positioning himself behind her, spread Polina's buttocks with his hands. His penis was longer and curved upward like a banana. He spat into his palm, rubbed it over the head, and, without ceremony, entered her cunt with one thrust. Polina jerked forward, nearly choking on Mikhalych's cock, but quickly regained her rhythm. So they worked together: Mikhalych stuffed her throat, and Tolik her pussy. I saw her body glistening with sweat. The hangar was stuffy, smelling of earth and diesel fuel. I filmed and jerked off, trying not to make any noise, but at some point Polina turned her head in my direction and winked slightly. She knew I was there. "Now let's be more active," she whispered, releasing Mikhalych's cock from her mouth. "I want both of you. One in front, one behind." Mikhalych lay down on the sagging sofa, his thick cock sticking out like a telephone pole. Polina straddled him, impaling her pussy all the way to the base, and gasped, her eyes rolling back. Mikhalych gripped her hips and began to fuck her from below with short, powerful thrusts. Tolik came up behind her, examined Polina's exposed anus, spat there, and placed the head of his cock. “Come on,” Polina exhaled. He pressed. She moaned loudly, drawn out—not from pain, but from pleasure. Her body accepted the second member, and within seconds both movers were pumping her in unison: one ripping from below, the other from above, from behind. I saw Polina's belly stretch slightly from the filling. Her mouth was slightly open, drool bubbled on her lips, her eyes rolled back in her head. She looked more like a used highway prostitute than my wife, but that made me come in my pants without even touching my dick. "Fuck, what a chick..." Mikhalych growled, feeling Polina squeeze him from the inside. "I'm going to cum, bitch..." “Cum inside her,” Tolik urged, increasing the tempo from behind, “I’ll follow.” Mikhalych was the first to erupt. He rammed his cock balls-deep into Polina's cunt, paused, jerked a couple of times, and squirted generously inside. Tolik, feeling everything inside him become hot and slippery, couldn't hold back either. He pulled out of her ass and, turning Polina onto her back, began cumming all over her face and breasts, cursing loudly through his teeth. When it was all over, Polina lay on the dirty couch, covered in sweat, cum, and drops of her own precum. Her disheveled hair was stuck to her cheeks, her breasts heaving, and a thick white liquid slowly oozed from both orifices. Mikhalych pulled up his pants, lit a cigarette, and handed it to Tolik. They both looked at Polina with a kind of respectful surprise—as if they couldn't believe that something like this had just happened to them. “Well, if you need us again, beauty, we’re always at the base,” Mikhalych muttered, straightened his T-shirt, and they both disappeared behind the stacks of boxes. As soon as their steps died away, Polina beckoned to me with her finger. I emerged from my hiding place, stumbling over the boxes, my cock sticking out of my unzipped pants, wet with precum. She lay in the same position—her legs spread, her face shining with someone else's cum. "Come here," she whispered. "Lick it all up. You want it, right?" I knelt by the sofa and pressed myself against her dripping cunt. The taste was sharp, alien, intoxicating. I licked her thoroughly, swallowing everything they left behind, and she stroked my head and quietly said: - That's it... my dear... Every last drop... Then she rolled over and presented me with her battered but still tempting ass. I entered her easily, feeling how wet and warm she was inside from Tolik's cock, and came almost instantly, moaning loudly in her ear. “I love you,” I said when my breath returned. “I know,” she smiled, adjusting her hair and wiping her face with the hem of her dress. “Let’s go home. You’ll take a shower with me.” And off we went, smelling of vegetable stock and sex on a sagging sofa. It was the best day of the month.