The wife goes on a date alone

I can't help but share this story, guys. You definitely can't tell your friends something like this, but inside I'm still boiling, overflowing with emotion. I'm sitting here right now smiling like an idiot because it was seriously awesome. Okay, I'll start from the beginning, as always. First, let me give you an idea of who we are. My name is Maxim, I'm 24 years old, 180 cm tall, and weigh about 70 kg. I have blond hair, blue eyes, an angular face, work as a manager, and exercise in my free time. I have an average build—basically, an average guy, nothing special, but confident. My wife's name is Lena, she's 23, 5'6", and weighs about 125 pounds. She has dyed blonde hair, green eyes, and a very sweet face with small cheeks. Her figure is a classic pear shape, but not over the top: hips slightly wider than shoulders, long, beautiful legs, a plump, firm butt, a thin waist, and a small, barely noticeable tummy. Her breasts are natural, a full A-cup. She doesn't exercise, so she doesn't have any muscles, but she has a naturally sultry figure—exactly the way I like it. She's calm by nature, loves to laugh, and has a sweet and innocent appearance, but in bed... well, you'll understand. It all started about a year ago, after our first MFM with Dima (remember I told you about him?). After that evening, we both realized we were totally into it. But Lena said something like, "You know, sometimes I just want to feel completely... alone in this. So you could wait at home, and I could come and tell you everything." I got instantly aroused. We started fantasizing during sex: she'd talk about how some guy would touch her in the car, how she'd suck him off in the entryway, and I'd just jerk off and listen. Each time, she'd come faster than usual, and I'd feel like it was my first time. I started pushing her: I sent her GIFs and hotwife videos, where the wife goes on a date alone while her husband waits at home. I said it would be a compliment—that she was so desirable that other guys were ready to fuck her. At first, Lena blushed and waved it off: "Oh, come on, it's just a fantasy." But after about four months, we downloaded Tinder, and she created a separate profile (photos in a dress showing her legs and cleavage). I helped her message guys, but the condition was ironclad: only one meeting, without me, and she would tell me everything upon her return. She chatted a couple of times, but it never went beyond "hi, how are you?" Then, two weeks ago, he showed up—Artyom, 27, tall, dark hair, athletic, works in IT. His photos were decent, and he wrote competently and with humor. Lena messaged him almost every evening, and I sat next to him and occasionally prompted. She told him right away that she was married, her husband knew, and that it was a joy for us. Artyom wasn't alarmed; on the contrary, he wrote, "Then I'll try to give you something to tell your husband." Lena's face was practically wet from that message; I checked it myself. And so yesterday, March 31st. Lena spent the whole day getting ready. I helped her choose an outfit: a black, form-fitting dress just above the knee that hugs her ass so perfectly, black lace stockings, a thong (the same ones I gave her for March 8th), and a bra that lifts her breasts slightly. Her makeup was bright, her hair was down. Before leaving, she stood in front of me, turned around, lifted her dress, and showed me: "Look how I dressed up for you (and for him)." I was already stiff, but we agreed—I wouldn't touch her. I kissed her on the lips, slapped her ass, and said: "Go on, honey, make me cum three times listening to you." She laughed, her eyes already shining, and left in a taxi. I stayed home. I was on tenterhooks. I drank a couple of glasses of wine, put on a movie, but didn't watch it. I jerked off a couple of times, but stopped myself—I wanted to conserve my energy. I texted her, "How are you?" and she'd reply briefly, "Everything's fine, he's cute, I'll tell you soon." Time dragged on. She returned at 2:17 a.m. I heard the key in the lock and immediately ran into the hallway. Lena walked in—her hair slightly disheveled, her lipstick slightly smudged, her cheeks red, her eyes shining. Her dress was wrinkled, her stockings were still there, but I immediately saw that her panties were gone. "Honey, are you okay?" I asked, hugging her. "More than," she whispered and kissed me so hard that it sent shivers down my spine. "Go to bed. I'll tell you everything now... in order." We quickly undressed and got under the covers. I lay on my back, she pressed her side against me, rested her head on my chest, and immediately grabbed my now hard cock with her hand. She began to speak in a quiet, husky voice, slowly moving her palm up and down. "We met at that bar on the waterfront you showed me. He was already waiting at a table. He looked even better than in the photo—tall, broad shoulders, such a confident smile. We drank cocktails and chatted about work and travel. He immediately said, 'I understand you're married, and that makes everything even hotter.' Within fifteen minutes, I felt my panties getting wet. I started stroking her ass, and she continued, speeding up her hand on my cock: — Then we went outside, it was already dark. He took my hand and led me to his car. He got behind the wheel, and I sat next to him. And he kissed me right away. Hard, with tongue. He reached under my dress with his hand, and immediately found my pussy with his fingers—I was already dripping like a total slut. He said, “Fuck, you’re really wet, you’re dripping.” And he started fingering me—two fingers at once, deep, his thumb on my clit. I moaned into his mouth, and he whispered that he wanted to fuck me right there. I couldn't take it anymore, flipped Lena over onto her back, lay on top, and slowly entered her. She was fucking wet—clearly not just from her own juices. Continuing to move slowly, I whispered: - Go on, honey... tell me. Lena moaned, wrapped her legs around me and continued, out of breath: He reclined the seat, and I sat on top. I pulled my dress over my head, he unhooked my bra and started sucking my breasts greedily, biting my nipples. I unzipped his fly… his dick is bigger than yours, Maxim, about 18 centimeters, thick. I took it in my mouth right away—right there in the car, in the parking lot. Deep, all the way to my throat, drool running down my chin. He held my hair and fucked me in the mouth, saying, "Good wife, suck better, you can tell your husband later." I almost came just from that. I started fucking her harder, the slaps echoing throughout the room. Lena was almost screaming: — Then he turned me around, right there on the passenger seat, facing the window. He thrust into me from behind with one thrust. I screamed—he went in so deep. He pounded me hard, spanking my ass with one hand, rubbing my clit with the other. I came for the first time in a couple of minutes, shaking all over, squirting all over his seat. He didn't stop—he continued even harder. Then he pulled out and came on my face and in my mouth. I swallowed it all, just the way you like it... I used my finger to collect what was on my cheek and put it in my mouth too. I was already fucking her with all my might, feeling her pussy tighten. She continued, her voice trembling: — But that wasn’t all. We went to his house—a ten-minute drive. In the elevator, he pinned me against the wall, put his hand under my dress, and fingered me again. At home, he went straight to the bedroom. He stripped me naked, put me on my knees, and then took me into his mouth again—calmly, slowly, so that I could feel every centimeter. Then he lay down on the bed, I sat on top and bounced on him like crazy. He kneaded my ass, spanked me, and called me a “dirty slut.” I came a second time while he was sucking my nipples. Then he put me on all fours on the bed and fucked me in the pussy, and then… asked for it in the ass. I allowed it. He entered slowly, then accelerated. I screamed with pleasure while he came in my ass. Completely filled me. At these words, I began to cum myself—powerfully, deep inside her, growling. Lena also shook, came along with me, digging her nails into my back. We caught our breath for about two minutes. She lay on top, his cock still inside, and quietly added: - And on the way home I was riding in a taxi without panties... and the whole way I was thinking about how you were going to fuck me now while listening to this story. I smiled, kissed her on the lips and whispered: "Baby, that was fucking amazing. We'll definitely do it again. And now... let's do round two. Tell me again about how he came in your mouth—I want to hear the details." Lena laughed, her eyes lit up again, and she began to tell the story again, slowly moving her hips... So, guys, we're officially in the loop now. She says she wants to do this again once every month or two. And I... I'm just a happy husband who came four times yesterday. If you want, I can tell you later what happened this morning when she woke up and started whispering details to me in the shower again.