The wife returned from the party

That evening, Kristina had already started hinting since lunch that she was going to her old friend Svetka's birthday party. "I'll go alone," she said, standing in front of the mirror in the hallway and fixing her hair. "You're still swamped with reports, aren't you, Vadim?" I nodded, even though we both knew work had nothing to do with it. She simply adored evenings like these, when she could break away and completely surrender to the moment, and I could wait at home, imagining how everything would turn out. Preparations began, as always, with the bathroom. She emerged wearing only a short robe, her skin still damp, with a slight scent of vanilla gel. “Help me choose what to wear,” she called me into the bedroom. Several options were already laid out on the bed: a tight red dress with a low neckline, a black pencil skirt, and a thin blouse that concealed almost nothing. Christina threw off her robe and stood before me completely naked. Her body was perfect: high breasts with hard nipples, a narrow waist, rounded hips, and a smoothly shaved pussy that was already slightly glistening. "Look closely," she said, slowly running her hand down her stomach. "Remember what I am like now. Clean, fresh, ready. And when I come back, I'll be completely different." I reached out to her, but she just laughed and gently pushed my hand away. "No, no, your hands are not for me today. You can just help me get dressed." She chose a red dress—the one that fit her like a second skin. I stood behind her, zipping it up, inhaling the scent of her skin and fresh perfume. My fingers trembled. "Do you like it?" She turned around, demonstrating how the fabric hugged her breasts and barely covered her upper thighs. "Imagine how they'll pull it off me. Roughly, hastily, without asking." Then she put on black lace panties and sheer stockings. I knelt down, helping her pull them up her legs, feeling the heat of her body. "You're so careful..." she whispered, running her fingers through my hair. "And they'll tear it. And I like it." Before leaving, she came up close, pressed her whole body against me and kissed me on the cheek. "Wait. And don't cum without me. I'll bring you everything that accumulates." The door closed behind her. I was left alone. I was restless all evening. I followed her stories: one moment she was at the table with the girls, laughing, raising a glass; the next she was dancing in Svetka's living room, the music blaring. Then the stories stopped. I knew that moment—when she stops posting and completely immerses herself in the atmosphere. The hours dragged on. I went to bed, but sleep wouldn't come. Around three in the morning, I heard a car pull up. The door quietly opened. Christina entered the bedroom and turned on the dim lamp. She looked... devastatingly beautiful. Her hair was disheveled, lipstick smeared across her lips and even her chin, her eyes shining with fatigue and excitement. Instead of a red dress, she was wearing only a man's white shirt—clearly not hers, too big, with a foreign scent of cologne and sweat. The buttons were crooked, one was torn off. She had no legs. "Tired of waiting?" she asked in a hoarse voice. "Look what's left of your wife." I slid off the bed onto my knees. She came closer. She smelled of a mixture of alcohol, cigarette smoke, male sweat, and the thick, heavy scent of sex. - They used me well, dear. Very well. I reached my hands towards her hips, but she stopped me: — With your tongue first. Undress me with your mouth. I unbuttoned the last buttons of her shirt with my teeth. It fell to the floor. Christina stood before me completely naked. Her breasts and stomach were covered in hickeys and finger marks, her nipples red and swollen. Dried streaks covered her inner thighs. Her pussy looked swollen, her lips bright red, shiny, slightly parted. "Clean me," she ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed and spreading her legs wide. "And I'll tell you how it all happened." I pressed my face against her crotch. The taste was thick, salty, with the aftertaste of several men. I began to lick slowly, tracing every millimeter with my tongue. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, pressing harder. "It started with a game of Truth or Dare," she began, her voice trembling with pleasure. "We were sitting there in a big group, about fifteen people. Svetka, her boyfriend, a couple of other friends... and three guys I'd only known by name before—Dima, Sasha, and Ilya. Old friends of Svetka's from university. The questions were easy at first, but then things got tougher." I continued licking, cleaning her from the inside. She flowed straight onto my tongue. "I got the 'action' part. Pull my dress over my head and dance on the table. I did it. They all watched. Then Dima said, 'Now no panties.' I took those off too. I sat on the table naked from the waist down, and they stared. Someone suggested we go to the guest room, 'so as not to disturb the others.' I already knew how this would end, but I just nodded. She rocked her hips slightly, pushing herself onto my tongue. They closed the door to the room. At first, they just touched. Dima kissed my breasts, Sasha stood behind me and kneaded my ass, and Ilya stuck two fingers inside me at once. I was already wetter than ever. They put me on the bed, doggy style. Dima entered first—hard, deep, no foreplay. While he was fucking me, Sasha put his cock in my mouth. Ilya stood nearby and jerked off, then started stretching my ass with his fingers. I moaned into her pussy, continuing to lick. — They switched places. Sometimes two in one hole, sometimes one in the pussy, the other in the mouth. Then Ilya lubricated me with his saliva and entered my ass. I screamed with pleasure. They fucked me at the same time — Dima from below in my pussy, Ilya from behind in my ass, and Sasha in my mouth. A complete sandwich. I came three times in a row. They didn't stop. Her voice became increasingly choppy. "First, Dima came inside me. Then Sasha—on my face and in my mouth. Ilya was last—right in my ass. I lay there covered in cum, shaking. They gave me their shirt instead of a dress and said, 'Say hello to your husband.'" I pulled away from her pussy and looked up. Christina's eyes were half-closed with pleasure. “Now clean here too,” she turned around, got on all fours and spread her buttocks. I saw her anus—red, slightly swollen, with traces of sperm. I pressed my tongue against it and began licking. She moaned louder. "Yes... that's it... lick up everything they poured into me. I'm your dirty slut, Vadim. And I'll always be that way." I continued licking, feeling her body tremble with renewed excitement. She turned her head and looked at me with a smile: "Now tell me what you think of my story... and fuck me even deeper with your tongue. I'm not satisfied yet."