I was spying on my wife at a corporate party.

My wife's name is Karina. She's thirty-one, but looks twenty-four at most—a slender brunette with long hair down to her waist, expressive brown eyes, and full lips. She has B-cup breasts, but very firm, with large, dark nipples that always protrude. She has a flat stomach that tapers to a shaved pubic area with a thin strip of hair. Her labia are well-groomed and tightly pressed together. She has a round butt with a small anus that I sometimes fuck on holidays. Her legs are long and flowing—her measurements are 88x58x92. We've been together for seven years. Karina works for a large IT company, managing the testing department, and she has a team of men. The team is young and ambitious, all between twenty-five and thirty-five. The company planned a corporate retreat for late November at the Sosnovy Bor country spa hotel, an hour's drive from the city. The two-day program included a conference, team building, spa treatments, and an evening banquet. Wives and husbands were invited if they wished. Karina went alone, as I had other commitments, and she said she needed to be part of the team and build lateral connections. "Aren't you afraid of being alone among ten men at a spa hotel?" I asked, helping her pack her suitcase. Karina smiled and showed off an evening dress—tight, black, with a plunging neckline that reached her navel. "Do you think there's anything to be afraid of?" She twirled in front of me, and I saw the fabric stretch across her buttocks, emphasizing every curve. My cock instantly hardened. I turned my wife around, bent her over the bed, and, lifting her dress up her back, abruptly entered her already wet vagina. I pounded her for about five minutes at a fast pace, until she screamed, and then I pulled out my throbbing cock and came all over her luscious ass. "Okay, go ahead. But just in case, you know my fantasies," I said, catching my breath. Karina smiled and went to take a shower. I stayed home and spent the first 24 hours simply waiting for news from her. She called in the evening, telling me about boring presentations, snowmobiling, and the sauna. She sounded pleased, but a little tired. On the second day, I decided to surprise her and arrived at Sosnovy Bor unannounced, late in the afternoon. Security at the entrance let me in by name, and I parked near the main building, planning to find my wife at the reception. The banquet hall buzzed with voices. About fifty employees sat at long tables. I spotted Karina right away: in that same black dress, she sat in the center of the table, surrounded by five of her subordinates. Next to her, on her right, sat her deputy—twenty-nine-year-old Kirill, tall and athletic, wearing an expensive suit. To her left sat thirty-three-year-old lead developer Anton, bearded and burly. I sat in the far corner, ordered a drink, and watched. The alcohol flowed freely. Karina drank glass after glass of champagne, flushed, laughing at the men's jokes, and I saw Kirill constantly rest his hand on the back of her chair, sometimes touching her bare shoulders. Anton kept up the good work, constantly refilling her glass. Their eyes devoured my wife, whose cleavage deepened with each toast—the fabric slipping, revealing the upper portion of her firm breasts. By midnight, most of the colleagues had gone to their rooms. Karina stayed with Kirill, Anton, and two other guys, Artem and Dima. The five of them moved to the chill-out area, where there were leather sofas, a fireplace, and a bar. I moved closer, staying in the shadow of the column. My dick was already hard in my jeans when I saw Kirill place his hand on my wife's knee, and she didn't remove it. Anton sat on the other side, openly staring at her cleavage. Ten minutes of conversation later, Karina was already sitting between them, her head resting on Kirill's shoulder, her fingers playing with the button on Anton's shirt. I pulled out my phone and texted her, "I'm here, watching. Continue if you want." A minute later, she read the message, smiled, and glanced around the room, but didn't notice me. She texted back, "It's just a game, relax." I relaxed, but my dick continued to press against my fly. Kirill whispered something in Karina's ear. She nodded, and the four of them stood up—Karina, Kirill, Anton, and Artem. Dima had vanished. The group headed for the hall exit, and I followed them at a distance, trying not to make any noise. They went up to the second floor, where the suites were located. Kirill opened the door to one of them, and everyone disappeared inside. I waited a couple of minutes, then quietly approached and saw that the door was not completely closed. Through the crack, everything that was happening inside could be seen. The room turned out to be large, with a living room, a fireplace, and a huge bed. Karina stood in the center of the room, still wearing her dress. Kirill approached her from behind, unzipped her back, and the black bukvoeb.run fabric fell to the floor. Underneath, she wore nothing but a tiny, flesh-colored thong. My naked wife stood in front of four colleagues, covering her breasts with her hands. Anton whistled. Artem, the youngest of them, a twenty-five-year-old programmer, blushed but didn't look away. “Karina Sergeevna, we’ve been wanting to…” Kirill began, unbuttoning his shirt. "I know what you wanted," she replied drunkenly, reaching for his belt herself. A minute later, Kirill stood before her in his boxers, his large penis protruding from them. Karina, no longer shy, pulled his underwear down and took him into her mouth. I saw her head bob back and forth, and Kirill groaned and placed his hands on the back of her head. Anton was the next to undress. His penis was shorter but thicker, with hairy balls and a red tip. He stood to one side, and Karina, without breaking away from Kirill, took his penis in her left hand and began jerking him off. Artem and another guy I didn't immediately recognize—it was twenty-seven-year-old Vlad from the next department—also took off their clothes. Their cocks were fully erect. Kirill lifted Karina, turned her around, and placed her on all fours on the edge of the bed. Pulling down her thong, he spread her buttocks and entered her dripping wetness. She moaned loudly, clutching the sheets. Anton immediately stood in front of her and thrust his thick cock into her mouth. Now Karina was being fucked by both. I stood behind the door, squeezing my cock through my jeans, unable to tear my eyes away. Kirill pounded her for about ten minutes before cumming. He pulled out and spilled his load onto her back. Anton replaced him, entering her slurping vagina, while Kirill stood in front of Karina and forced her to lick the last of his cum off his cock. Anton fucked his wife roughly, pounding her into the bed until she screamed in orgasm. Coming, he also cummed onto her back. Artem was third. Karina, already disheveled and covered in sweat, reached out to him and guided his penis into her tight anus. Artem carefully but firmly entered her tight hole, accompanied by her moans. Five minutes later, he too came, filling his wife's ass with sperm. Vlad hesitated, but Karina beckoned him over with her finger. He approached, and she, lying on her back, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, taking his fourth cock into her that night. Her vagina slurped and leaked, mixing his sperm with her own. Vlad came quickly, filling his wife. When all four of them had caught their breath and sat down in chairs, sipping water, Karina reached for the phone and dialed me. “Where are you?” she asked in a hoarse voice. “Behind the door,” I answered and entered. Her four colleagues froze. Kirill turned pale. But Karina laughed and said: — My husband knows. He's a cuckold—he loves to watch. I sat down in a chair, unbuttoned my jeans, and finally freed my exhausted cock. Karina crawled toward me on all fours, covered in someone else's cum, and took my cock in her mouth. A minute later, I bent her over and entered my wife's slippery, alien, and well-developed vagina. I fucked her for about ten minutes while all four of us watched, and then came on her ass. Then we sat together in the suite's living room. Karina, naked and happy, drank champagne with her head on my lap. Kirill, Anton, Artem, and Vlad looked at me warily, but I smiled: — Thanks, guys. Looks like the team building was a success.