My wife is having a blast at a corporate party.

This was our first corporate event of such scale. Usually, after New Year's or summer reports, everyone would head home, but this time, the director rented a huge country house with a sauna and pool for the entire weekend. "So the team could finally truly relax," he said in the general chat. Yulka, my wife, had been working in the same marketing department for four years, and as my husband, I was also invited "for company." On the way in the car, she smiled the whole way and twirled the black nylon stockings she had just bought in her fingers. "Are you seriously going to wear this?" I asked, watching as she began adjusting her bra under her light dress while still on the road. "Why not? Everyone knows I like to look sexy. And you yourself said that after boring corporate parties you want something... hot." I nodded, but a lump was already forming in my throat. We'd long fantasized about her giving herself to someone in front of me, but for it to be our colleagues and friends... My heart was pounding, and my cock was already beginning to harden treacherously. The house turned out to be luxurious: two floors, a huge living room with a fireplace, a sauna for ten, and a large outdoor terrace with a jacuzzi. When we arrived, there were already about twenty-five people there—ours, plus a couple of friendly departments. The men immediately took notice of Yulka: she was wearing a tight, mid-thigh black dress, through which black stockings with a wide lace band and high heels were visible. Underneath the dress, she wore only thin black panties and a bra, which she had deliberately chosen to be translucent. The first hour was pleasant: shashlik, appetizers, wine, desserts, light alcoholic drinks, music. But after the third toast, the atmosphere began to heat up. Someone suggested a sauna. Yulka was the first to agree. - Come on, Seryozha, let's take a steam bath. I'm already sweating. The sauna was hot and crowded. The guys from our department—Vitka, Dimon, Pasha, and three other sales guys—were already sitting in towels. Yulka took off her dress right in front of everyone, revealing only her black underwear. She took off her stockings. “It’s hot in here,” she said, winking at me. I sat down on a bench in the corner and just watched. At first, they were just chatting, but after the fourth visit to the steam room, Vitka, our most brazen sales manager, put his hand on her knee. - Yul, you're on fire today. You look amazing. She laughed and, instead of removing her hand, spread her legs a little wider. Dimon, sitting opposite her, no longer made any attempt to hide the way he was looking between her legs. Ten minutes later, the towels were thrown aside. Yulka found herself in the center. Vitka pulled down her panties first, and Pasha unhooked her bra. She stood in the middle of the sauna, completely naked, already breathing heavily. "Guys... are you serious?" she whispered, but her voice didn't seem to mind at all. "What do you think?" Vitka grinned and placed her on her knees right on the wooden shelf. I sat two meters away and couldn't take my eyes off her. My wife was now kneeling in the sauna in front of four of our colleagues. My dick was hard, but I didn't even touch it—I just watched. Vitka entered her mouth first. Deep, all the way to her throat. Yulka moaned and grabbed his hips with her hands. Dimon stood behind her, spread her legs, and entered her with one thrust. Pasha and another guy began to squeeze her breasts and stroke her back. “Fuck, Yulka, you’re so wet…” Dimon exhaled, pounding her harder and harder. She only moaned because her mouth was busy. Between her legs, it was truly flowing. Drops trickled down, leaving wet trails. Then they carried her out of the sauna straight into the living room—naked, with her hair disheveled and her lips already swollen from kissing. There were about ten other people in the living room. Someone was already filming, but no one objected. They laid Yulka down on the large leather sofa in the middle of the room. “Come on, girl, show us what you can do,” said Vitka. And then it began in earnest. First, two—Vitka in her mouth, Dimon in her pussy. Then Pasha crawled under her and entered her ass. Yulka howled with pleasure when she felt two cocks inside her at once. Cum, her own juices, and sweat mixed and ran down her legs. She came first—loudly, splashing all over the floor, her whole body shaking. But the guys didn't stop. “More, more... don’t stop...” she moaned when the third guy entered her mouth instead of Vitka. I sat in the chair across from her, three meters away, and simply watched. My hands were shaking. My cock was throbbing in my pants, but I didn't touch it—I wanted to memorize every second. How she spread her legs wider so Pasha could penetrate her ass deeper. How she grabbed another colleague by the hair and impaled herself on it. At some point, there were five of them around her. One was lying underneath her, the second was fucking her pussy, the third was fucking her mouth, the fourth was kneading her breasts, and the fifth was simply standing there, masturbating, looking at her. Yulka was in a complete trance. Her eyes rolled back in her head. “I’m going to cum now…” Dimon croaked and pulled out his penis. She quickly turned and opened her mouth. He drenched her face and breasts with thick streams. Then Pasha came right in her ass. Yulka shuddered and came again herself—for the fourth time that evening. By midnight she was lying on the carpet in the middle of the living room, covered in sperm, but she was still smiling and pulling the next one towards her. "Seryozha... are you watching?" she asked hoarsely, looking straight at me as another colleague entered her from behind. I just nodded. - Okay... then watch further... I haven't played enough yet... At three in the morning, when almost everyone had already gone to their rooms, she crawled up to me on all fours. Semen was running down her legs, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were shining with happiness. "So, husband... did you enjoy watching your wife get fucked by all our friends?" she whispered, sitting on my lap and kissing my lips with the taste of someone else's sperm. I hugged her silently. My dick was still hard. “Tomorrow is another day…” she smiled. I knew that tomorrow I would just be watching again.