My wife and a team of workers

I love to watch. That's my greatest thrill—to see my wife turn into an insatiable bitch under someone else's control, while still being mine. Lena and I have been together for eight years, and in that time I've realized: her sexuality is like fine wine, only getting brighter with age. Tall, with shoulder-length, wheat-colored hair, languid gray eyes, and long legs—she's the kind of woman that even women turn heads. But the main thing about her is her appetite. Not for food, no. For cocks. When we started renovating our new two-room apartment, I knew how it would end. Lena volunteered to oversee the process while I was at work, and I just chuckled to myself. She put on her favorite summer dress—a lightweight cotton one over her bare skin, the slightest movement clinging to her butt so tightly that the outline of her panties was visible. White heeled sandals, minimal makeup—and there she was, standing in the doorway, watching me go with a look in which I read anticipation. We found the crew through an ad: Sergei Petrovich, a stocky man of about forty-five, with powerful arms and a gray crew cut, and his two assistants, Roma and Kolyan. Roma is a brash young man of about twenty-five, with a full-chest tattoo and a perpetual grin. Kolyan is a burly fellow with a beer belly and a good-natured face, but I immediately noticed how his eyes lingered on my wife as we discussed the estimate. "Well, girl," said Sergei Petrovich, winking at Lena, "we're simple people, and we work conscientiously. Don't hurt us, and we won't hurt you." "What if I offend you?" Lena asked coquettishly, adjusting the strap of her dress, which had slipped off her shoulder. “Then we’ll fine you,” Roma chuckled, and his grin grew even wider. I love this moment—when men don't yet know what this beauty in heels will give them all. They're just guessing, sniffing, like male dogs around a bitch in heat. My wife knows how to create the right atmosphere. The first two days passed quietly. I left at eight in the morning and returned at seven in the evening. Lena was giving the workers tea; they were chiseling, plastering, and hauling sacks. But on Wednesday, returning home a little earlier than usual, I noticed a change. My wife greeted me in the same dress, but without her sandals, barefoot on the dusty floor, her hair pulled back into a messy bun, a slight flush on her cheeks. She kissed me on the lips and immediately ran into the kitchen, ostensibly to put the kettle on. But I noticed: her lips were slightly swollen. My wife's lips only get that way after she's been sucking for a long time. "How are the renovations going?" I asked, trying to sound casual. — Excellent! The boys are so diligent. Sergei Petrovich says they'll be finished by the end of the week. — Do you feed them? “Of course I do,” she smiled in a special way. At that moment, Roma emerged from the bathroom, wiping his hands with a rag, and I noticed him exchange a glance with my wife. It was quick, almost imperceptible. Lena lowered her eyes slightly, and Roma, as he passed her on his way out, brushed her thigh with his hand, as if by accident. She didn't pull away. In fact, she slightly swayed her hips toward him. “We’ll have a smoke break there, on the stairs,” said Roma, and I heard a smile in his voice. When the workers left, I walked up to my wife from behind and put my hands on her waist. “Confess, slut,” I whispered in her ear. "What do you want to hear?" She leaned her head back on my shoulder and rubbed her ass against my crotch. "That I gave Roma a blow job in the toilet while Sergei Petrovich and Kolyan were mixing up the solution? Or that Kolyan cornered me yesterday and kissed me passionately while Sergei Petrovich went out for cigarettes?" - Continue. "What should I continue?" She turned to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Do you want to know how I knelt in front of Kolyan while he stroked my head and said, 'Good girl, go deeper'? Or how I licked Sergei Petrovich's balls while Roma fingered me from behind?" “Wow,” was all I could say, feeling my cock pressing against her stomach. “This is just the beginning,” Lena whispered and lightly bit my lower lip. “You don’t mind, do you?” — Me? I'm all for it. You know that. The next day, I decided to return home even earlier. I told my boss I was feeling ill, and by three o'clock in the afternoon, I was already climbing the stairs to our apartment. The door was unlocked—the sounds of a drill and men's voices could be heard from inside. I carefully entered and closed the door. The apartment greeted me with the smell of plaster and cigarettes. A drill hummed in the back room, and in the hallway, right on the floor, Kolya sat smoking, leaning his back against the wall. He tensed slightly when he saw me, but quickly relaxed. - Oh, the master is back. And here we are... working. - I see. And where is Lena? — She's... uh... in the kitchen, I think. With Sergei Petrovich. I nodded and went into the kitchen. The door was ajar, and I peered through the crack. My wife stood with her back to me, her stomach pressed against the countertop. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, her panties hung loosely around one ankle, and her legs were spread wide. Sergei Petrovich, wearing only work pants, stood behind her, holding her hips. His movements were smooth and rhythmic—he fucked my wife slowly, passionately, clearly enjoying the process. His thick cock appeared and disappeared into her swollen, wet cunt, and each time Lena let out a soft, throaty moan. "Come on, girl, get going," Sergei Petrovich said, squeezing her buttocks tightly. "That's it, good slut. Spread your ass wider." Lena obediently arched even further. I saw her face in profile: her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. She was clearly enjoying herself, and I, unable to contain myself any longer, unzipped my fly and began jerking off. “Sergey Petrovich...” she moaned, “even... deeper...” — Deeper? Do you want it in your ass? — I want... I want you to fuck me in all my holes... He didn't need to be asked. He pulled his cock out of her cunt, spat on his hand, slicked her anus with saliva, and placed the head against the clenched ring. Lena squealed softly as his thick instrument began to spread her ass. "Narrow, bitch," Sergei Petrovich croaked, pressing harder. "Haven't you taken it in the ass in a while?" “Two... two days...” she moaned. "You slut!" He thrust his hips sharply, and his cock entered her ass halfway. Lena gripped the edge of the countertop with her hands and moaned loudly. "Two days ago, someone fucked you in the ass? Who? Your husband?" "N-no..." Lena shook her head as he pushed her deeper and deeper onto the cock. "Roma... Roma fucked me in the ass... on the balcony..." "You slut!" Sergei Petrovich lost all restraint and pounded my wife's ass with the sweeping force of a builder accustomed to lifting heavy objects. Her buttocks jiggled, each slap producing a loud pop. Lena was no longer moaning, but practically howling with pleasure. At that moment, Roma walked into the kitchen. Seeing the scene, he simply chuckled, pulled out his penis—long, with a curved head—and approached Lena from the front. - Open your mouth, baby. I know you love it. She obediently opened her mouth, and Roma inserted his tool, burying his fingers in her hair. Now my wife was being fucked from both sides at once: Sergei Petrovich was pounding her ass, and Roma was ramming his load down her throat. She moaned, choking on saliva, but her eyes sparkled with happiness. My hand slid faster and faster over my cock; I was already on the edge. "You're amazing, slut!" Sergei Petrovich croaked, picking up the pace. "I'm going to cum... in your ass..." "Come on, Petrovich, pour it!" Roma encouraged him. Sergei Petrovich made a few more sharp thrusts and froze with a low roar, his cock buried all the way in. His face contorted in pleasure as he came into Lena's rectum, drenching her with sperm. At that moment, Lena, too, began to thrash about in orgasm—Roma held her head tightly and, judging by everything, came down her throat. I watched this, biting my lip, my cock throbbing in my hand. Another minute—and I came too, right on the doorframe, trying not to make any noise. Half an hour later, when the workers had gone for a smoke break and Lena was tidying herself up in the bathroom, I emerged from my hiding place. She was standing by the mirror, fixing her hair, and saw me in the reflection. For a second, fear flickered in her eyes, but was quickly replaced by a familiar glint. - You're early today. — I saw everything. From the very beginning. "So?" She turned to me, and that smile that always makes me get an erection appeared on her face. "Do you like me like this?" "You're a great slut. I'm proud of you," I said, pulling her towards me. We kissed passionately. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I tasted it—salty, tart, and bitter. The taste of someone else's sperm mixed with my wife's saliva. The taste of what she had just swallowed. Roma's tongue, Sergei Petrovich's sperm—all of it was in her mouth now, and I kissed her, savoring the taste, the smell, the feeling of complete freedom. "Your lips are like a real slut's," I whispered, pulling away from her. "Swollen, red. They suit you." "That's not all," she smiled mysteriously. "Kolyan hasn't gotten his yet. He's shy, can you imagine? But I've already worked on him. This evening, when it gets dark, we want to surprise him. On the balcony." — Can I watch? "Of course. You're my favorite viewer. Just don't forget," she rubbed her whole body against me, "we're having a sandwich today. I want you to participate too." That evening, when the sun had set and the apartment windows were fogged up from the sultry evening air, my wife and I sat in the kitchen, listening to Kolyan drilling something in the hallway. Lena, who had already changed into a short silk robe over her bare skin, winked at me and left. I took up a position in the living room doorway—an ideal vantage point for the hallway. “Kolyan,” she cooed, approaching him from behind, “are you tired?” “Yes, there is a little,” he boomed, straightening up. - Maybe I need help relaxing? She knelt before him, right on the dirty floor, covered in construction dust. Kolyan was taken aback at first, but when Lena unzipped his work pants and pulled out his penis—as thick as a beer bottle, with a large red head—he merely sighed obscenities and leaned his hand against the wall. “That’s... lucky...” was all he could say. Lena skillfully took him into her mouth, purred with pleasure, swirled her tongue around the head, and began sucking—deeply, with a drawl, swallowing all the way to the back of her throat. Kolyan, judging by his stunned expression, hadn't expected this. He ran his fingers through her hair and hesitantly began to move his hips. - Yes, baby, just like that... yes... deeper... Lena was giving it her all. She cupped his balls in her hand, massaging them as her head moved rhythmically back and forth. Drool ran down her chin and dripped onto her robe, but she didn't care. She sucked him with such gusto, as if this were her only chance in life. I watched and masturbated again, already anticipating how it would all end. A few minutes later, Sergei Petrovich and Roma joined us. They stood on either side of me, silently observing the scene. Sergei Petrovich chuckled approvingly, and Roma lit a cigarette, never taking his eyes off my wife. "A good wife," said Sergei Petrovich, turning to me. "A thrifty one." “Yes, she’s a good girl,” I agreed, continuing to jerk off. "Maybe we should give her a test?" Roma suggested, putting out his cigarette. “What exam?” I asked. — For professional suitability. A minute later, Lena was on all fours in the center of the hallway, completely naked except for her favorite fishnet stockings, which she'd managed to slip on. Her robe was lying in the corner. Kolyan sat in front of her, and she continued to suck him off, swallowing his thick cock with a distinctive slurping sound. Roma positioned himself behind her and thrust his long, curved cock into her pussy. Sergei Petrovich stood over me while I sat on a chair and jerked off, his cock hovering over my head as he assessed the composition. "Now in both holes," he commanded. "Roma, put it in her ass." Roma pulled his cock out of her pussy, spat on it, and placed it against Lena's anus. She pulled away from Kolya's cock for a second and took a deep breath, preparing herself. Roma entered—and she moaned with her mouth full, her eyes rolling back. "That's it, slut, take it!" Roma started pounding her ass, holding her hips. At that moment, Kolyan, emboldened, grabbed Lena's head with both hands and began to fuck her throat for real—roughly, quickly, growling deep in his throat. My wife found herself sandwiched between two males, each taking her from either side, her body heaving between them. Her breasts swayed in time, juices flowed down her thighs, and muffled moans and slurping sounds escaped her lips. "Am I any worse?" Sergei Petrovich resolutely walked toward his wife, and when Kolyan pulled his penis out of her mouth for a second to catch his breath, he immediately inserted his own. Now Lena was sucking Sergei Petrovich while Roma was pounding her in the ass, and Kolyan, not knowing where to position himself, began to jerk off and aim for her back. I couldn't resist. I came over and stood next to her. "Come on, darling," I said, leaning toward her ear. "You can do it. You're my champion." She mumbled something in response, not releasing the member from her mouth, and her eyes sparkled with gratitude. Roma was the first to break. He growled, slammed his cock into her ass to the limit, and froze, cumming. Lena moaned louder, and I saw her thigh muscles contract—she was also coming. Then Kolyan, unable to hold back any longer, came on her back, thick sperm flowing down her spine to the hollow between her buttocks. Sergei Petrovich held out longer than anyone else, but he, too, gave in, grabbing Lena by the hair and cumming down her throat. She swallowed obediently, coughing, but continued sucking until his cock went limp. When it was all over, Lena lay on the floor, breathing heavily, covered in sweat and cum, her legs spread and her ass torn apart. But her eyes were shining. “Well,” she asked, looking at me. “Did you pass the exam?” "She passed," I walked over, picked her up, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss, feeling the familiar, tart taste in my mouth. "She's qualified." The workers went to wash up, and Lena and I remained in the hallway, hugging each other among the construction debris. “You know,” she said, “it seems like the renovation will take a long time.” “I’m all for it,” I replied. “Maybe we should order some tiles for the bathroom too?” — We'll order it. And laminate flooring in the bedroom. And wallpaper in the living room. - Then we'll have to expand the team. "I've already thought about that," she smiled slyly. "Sergei Petrovich has another friend. He says his penis is a real giant." - Wow! We laughed and kissed again. Her lips still tasted of other men.