Olga was thirty-four. She looked younger—slender, with a narrow waist and C-cup breasts that hadn't yet sagged. Her hair was dark brown, shoulder-length, and her eyes were brown. Her husband no longer looked at her with the same greedy gaze he'd had in the early years. They had sex once every two or three weeks, and then quickly, with almost no foreplay. He'd come, roll over, and fall asleep. Olga would lie there, wet between her legs, her nipples hard, and then go to the bathroom to finger herself. This went on for almost six months. She'd gotten used to it. Until one evening, she opened his laptop—he'd gone shopping and left the page open. A dating site tab was in the browser history. Olga opened it. Profiles, photos, messages. Her husband had corresponded with several women, but nothing more than words. But among his bookmarks, she stumbled upon other men's profiles. Large penises, full-length photos, sizes listed right there in the profile. She stared at one photo for a long time. The guy was twenty-six years old, muscular, and his penis looked thick and long—his profile stated 21 centimeters. Olga felt a warmth between her legs. She closed her laptop and went to bed. Three days later, she registered herself. She messaged the guy. The conversation was brief. He sent another photo, this time with his hand on his penis—a really big one, with visible veins. Olga wrote bluntly: "I want you to come to my house and fuck me. My husband will be watching. He knows and agrees." The guy replied twenty minutes later: “Fine. When?” She talked to her husband that same evening. She said she'd found his tabs and that she was fed up with them too. He was silent at first, then nodded. "If that's what you want, let him come. I'll be in the room." His voice was quiet, but she noticed his penis had hardened under his pants while they were talking. Now all that remained was to set the date. Olga texted him the address and time—Saturday, after lunch. Her husband would be home that day. He already knew. On Saturday, Olga got up early. She showered, shaved between her legs, applied lotion, and put on a short dress without panties. Her husband sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee and saying nothing. She could see he was already aroused—his pants were bulging. She said nothing. She simply placed condoms and lube on the table and went into the bedroom to change the bed. At two o'clock the doorbell rang. Olga opened it. There stood that same guy—Maxim. In person, he was even bigger than in the photo. Broad shoulders, veiny arms. She let him in and immediately said: — My husband is in the bedroom. Go there and undress. I want you to be standing when I come in. Maxim nodded and left. Olga went into the kitchen, poured herself some water, and drank it. Her hands were shaking slightly. Then she went into the bedroom. Her husband was sitting in a chair against the wall, shirtless now, wearing only his underwear. Maxim stood in the middle of the room, completely naked. His penis was indeed large—thick, heavy, with a large head. It had already risen slightly. Olga looked at him and felt a wetness between her legs. She came closer, took his cock in her hand, and stroked it several times. The skin was hot and smooth. Maxim exhaled. "Lie down on the bed," she said. "On your back." He lay down. Olga climbed on top, spread her legs, and lowered herself onto his cock. The head pressed against his entrance and at first wouldn't go in—too thick. She raised herself, spat on her fingers, smeared it over herself, and sat back down. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, his cock began to enter. Olga bit her lip. It was tight and hard, but she didn't stop until she was fully seated. His cock filled her completely from the inside. The husband didn't move in the chair. He just watched. His underwear was already so hard the fabric was stretched. Olga began to move. Slowly at first, getting used to the size, then faster. Each time she lowered herself, the head struck deeply. A short moan escaped her. Maxim lay there, looking up, his hands on her hips but not guiding her—he let her move. A few minutes later, she was riding him fast, her breasts bouncing, her nipples hard. It was slippery between her legs. She heard the wet squelching sound as his cock entered. Her husband's breathing in the chair grew louder. Olga glanced at him and continued moving, no longer holding back her voice. Olga couldn't go slow anymore. She sank down onto his cock abruptly, almost falling, and every time, her insides clenched. Maxim was breathing heavily beneath her, his fingers digging into her hips. Her vagina was leaking so much that clear lubricant was already trickling down his shaft and dripping onto his balls. She stopped, breathing heavily, and climbed down. His cock popped out, wet and thick, with a shiny head. Olga knelt on the bed, turned her back to her husband, and said to Maxim: - Get up and fuck me from behind. Maxim stood up, walked over, and immediately entered. This time, his cock slid in easily—she was already stretched and wet. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust quickly and deeply. Olga braced her hands on the mattress and moaned loudly. Each thrust elicited a short cry from her. Her breasts swayed beneath her, her nipples rubbing against the sheets. The husband in the chair wasn't just watching anymore. He'd pulled his underwear down and was jerking off. His hand moved quickly, the head turning red. He watched Maxim's large penis enter his wife, her buttocks trembling from the impact, and remained silent. Maxim fucked her like that for a few minutes, then pulled out, flipped Olga onto her back, and thrust again. Now she lay with her legs spread, and he stood between them, pounding deeply. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him toward her. One orgasm had already passed—a sharp, brief one, with spasms in her lower abdomen. The second was rolling right after. Olga squeezed his cock inside her and moaned loudly, arching her back. Maxim didn't stop. He continued moving until she came, and only when her body relaxed a little did he pull out and say: — I want it in my mouth. Olga nodded, slid off the bed onto the floor, and knelt before him. His cock was covered in her precum. She took it in her hand, ran her tongue over the head, and took it as deep into her mouth as she could. Her lips stretched. Maxim placed his hand on the back of her head and began to gently move his hips. Olga sucked, swallowing, and looked up—now at him, now out of the corner of her eye at her husband, who was still jerking off, his gaze fixed on hers. Olga sucked Maxim's cock deeply and wetly. Saliva flowed down the shaft and dripped onto her breasts. She swirled her tongue under the head, then took it back into her mouth and moved her head. Maxim groaned through his teeth and grabbed her hair, but didn't press hard—he gave it to her. After a couple of minutes he pulled out his penis and said: - Get up. I want it in your ass. Olga nodded. She'd prepared herself in advance—she'd inserted the plug that morning and kept it in for almost an hour. Now her anus was slightly stretched and slippery with lube. She got on the bed, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands, and looked over her shoulder at her husband. He was sitting in a chair, his face red, slowly masturbating. Maxim approached, spat on his fingers, smeared it over her hole, and slowly began to insert the head. Olga clutched the sheet and hissed softly. His cock was thick, and it was very tight. He entered little by little, stopped, let her get used to it, then pushed in further. By the time he was fully in, she was breathing heavily and trembling. He began to move. Slowly and deeply at first, then faster. Each thrust elicited a short moan from her. Olga felt her anus stretch around the thick shaft, the head of his cock piercing her ass. The pain quickly gave way to heavy, intense pleasure. She thrust back, pushing harder. Her husband watched without blinking. His hand moved faster and faster. Olga turned her head and said hoarsely: - Look... how he fucks me in the ass... Maxim sped up. He held her by the waist and pounded her hard and steady. Olga's vagina leaked, dripping onto the sheets. She came again, sharply, with a spasm in her legs and a loud scream. Maxim didn't stop. He continued to fuck her ass while she trembled, and only when she calmed down a bit did he pull out. His cock was all wet and hard. He lay on his back and said: - Get on top. I want to cum inside you. Olga swung her leg over, guided his cock into her vagina, and lowered herself all the way. This time, it went in easily. She began to thrust quickly, no longer showing self-pity, looking from Maxim to her husband, who sat there with his mouth open and jerking off with all his might. Olga rode Maxim's cock fast and deep. She braced her hands against his chest and lowered herself so that the head hit the very bottom each time. She was already dripping down his balls and onto the sheets. She was breathing heavily, her hair stuck to her face, her breasts swaying. Another orgasm was rolling in—heavy, long. She clenched her thighs, moaned loudly, and came, her whole body shaking. Her vagina clenched around his thick cock. Maxim grabbed her by the waist and began lifting and lowering her himself. He no longer allowed her to move, simply impaling her on his ram. Olga screamed loudly, no longer holding back. Her husband, in the chair, jerked off so fast his hand was a blur. He watched as his large cock entered his wife completely, her juices flowing down its shaft, and remained silent, breathing only through his mouth. Maxim suddenly pulled out, flipped Olga onto her back, and thrust back in with one thrust. He lay on top of her and began pounding her hard, short strokes. She wrapped her legs around him and clawed at his back. He fucked her like that for about two minutes, then abruptly pulled out, knelt down next to her face, and said, — Open your mouth. Olga opened the door. Maxim stroked his cock several times and came. Thick sperm shot onto her tongue, lips, and chin. She swallowed what had entered her mouth and wiped the rest away with her fingers. Maxim was breathing heavily and looking down. His penis was still twitching. Olga turned her head to look at her husband. He was already coming, cum spraying onto his stomach and hand. He looked at her and Maxim and didn't stop until he came completely. The room was quiet, except for the sound of heavy breathing. Olga lay on her back, her legs burning and throbbing. Maxim sat on the edge of the bed and dried himself off with the sheet. Her husband leaned back in his chair, his penis still hard, covered in semen. Olga looked at Maxim and said quietly: - Lie down a little longer. I want to do it again.