Betrayal on the Wedding Night

It was a magnificent wedding. Many guests, a beautiful bride, games, music, in short, everyone was happy. The husband's name was Oleg, he was already 33 years old. He had a small business and a divorce by the time he met Ksyusha. A red-haired girl of 25. She was an athlete, ran in the mornings, went to the gym. That's where they met. Oleg's doctor had prescribed him to move more, as he was starting to have potency problems from stress and a sedentary job. Maybe that's why his first wife left, but he thought she just stopped exciting him. Ksenya was a gift for him. A slender girl with long legs, a firm ass, and round, size-three breasts. Her blue

eyes were always like fire. They had fantastic sex when Oleg managed it; if not, Ksyusha didn't get upset, she just pressed his lips to her slit.

She had always been by his side for 2 years now. Oleg thought the girl was with him for the money, but she didn't leave even during a difficult period. He suspected that she sometimes had sex on the side, but Oleg loved Ksyusha and didn't want to start a confrontation, especially since he succeeded only one time out of four. What now, should the girl go unsatisfied because of him? The main thing was he understood that Ksyunya, as he called her, would be with him. By the way, the red-haired minx learned how to bring Oleg to orgasm even if he didn't get hard. She would insert her fingers into his ass, and each time his cock would rise, giving the girl a chance to give him a blowjob.

And so the wedding came to an end, friends helped Ksyusha put her drunk husband in a taxi and the two of them went to the hotel. Oleg was in no state at all, and the driver, at the bride's request, helped carry the husband.

Oleg woke up with a headache, he felt very nauseous and drawn to the bathroom. After cleaning his teeth, he realized his wife wasn't in the bedroom. The other room remained, and he headed there. (Exclusively for .org — ) Yes, he didn't think he'd see such a sight. His Ksyusha was standing in stockings, a garter belt, and shoes, all white, bent over leaning on the table, while some guy was fucking her from behind with sharp thrusts. Her breasts swayed with the movements and her nipples rubbed against the table surface. The husband stood and silently watched them; he didn't feel strong jealousy, though something did sting at first, but the sight of his bride, so happy, beautiful at that moment. His hand reached into his underwear, although everything excited him, his cock didn't want to rise. "Damn disease," thought Oleg and took a step forward.

— Darling, how could you, on our night, and like this...

— Olezka, what was I supposed to do when you were dead drunk? You think I didn't try to wake you up.

— Ksyun, I suspected you were cheating, but not right in front of me.

— And what, was I supposed to go to someone else's place?

Oleg fell silent, she was right, if she had left, it would have been even more unpleasant. The guy had already stepped away from the bride at the beginning of the conversation, holding his cock. Ksyusha was still standing bent over, her pussy was open, and droplets of juice on her folds sparkled, reflecting the light of the chandelier. The husband was mesmerized by this sight, he approached her as if hypnotized, placed his hands on her firm ass, ran his tongue along the folds. He didn't feel jealousy, only guilt that he couldn't and still couldn't fully satisfy Ksyusha's lust. He ran his tongue along the folds of the warm pink rose, trying to take it with his lips.

— Honey, can I help our acquaintance finish?

— And who are you anyway? — asked Oleg, glancing now at him, now at his crotch.

— I'm the taxi driver who drove you here.

— Well, I can't forbid you now, bunny, but you owe me a favor in the future.

— Of course, darling, anything for you, I love you. And now make me cum.

Ksyusha herself beckoned her lover with a finger and, gripping his cock at the base with her hand, took the head into her mouth. The lover stroked her fiery hair, letting the locks run through his fingers. The bride, with her lips around the head, gently began to move her tongue over the tip of the cock. Oleg sometimes broke away from working on her pussy, watching his wife's actions. She began to take the cock deeper into her mouth, taking the taxi driver's buttocks with her fingers. He simply looked down at her lips sliding along the shaft, leaving wet traces on the swollen veins. Starting with smooth hip movements, he fucked Ksyusha's mouth, trying to penetrate deeper. She took the cock out of her mouth, lifting it up, began to run her tongue over the sperm-filled balls, looking into the lover's eyes. That look turned out to be the limit of holding back his orgasm, and, slightly arching, he began to cum on her face and mouth. Ksyusha, catching the drops with her mouth, each time licked the white drops from her lips. And she herself was on the edge; Oleg, during the long time when he had erection problems, had learned how to bring his girl to orgasm orally. And now, she arched her back, breathing heavily, something sweet ran through her body, lingering in the most sensitive places. Taking a deep breath, Ksyusha moaned quietly, lingeringly.

— Thank you, darling! — she whispered, turning.

She reached for his lips. Oleg didn't have time to say anything before her lips pressed against his. The husband felt a tart taste, but the bride's kiss was so hot that he didn't interrupt it, responding to it. After standing up, Ksyusha pulled him into the bathroom, leaving the guest alone. When they got under the water and its warmth began to wash away the traces of sex.

— Honey, I want you today.

— Ksyunya, I, I think it won't work today. You see yourself, I let you down again on such a day.

She quietly took it, stroking his shaft with her finger.

— I have an idea, but you'll have to be ready for anything, darling, and remember, I'll do everything for you. I'll even invite Nadya over.

Oleg remembered his wife's busty friend. A tall blonde whose body would make a large half of porn actresses hiss with envy. He squeezed her ass, taking her pink nipples into his mouth. Ksyusha was still stroking her husband's cock with one hand, pressing his head to her with the other.

— Well, let's go, Olezka, back.

No one was going to cover their nakedness anymore. Ksyusha laid her husband on the bed, turning him on his side. Lifting his leg, she began to slowly run her tongue over the groom's limp cock. Realizing that nothing would come of it this way, she licked her finger and slowly inserted it into Oleg's ass. After massaging a certain spot, her husband's cock began to come to life. Not fast and not hard, but better than before. She inserted her finger deeper into the hole, and the shaft, which Ksyusha was taking into her lips, became firmer. Then her finger came out of him, and he felt something flowing onto his hole. Realizing what would happen next, Oleg said.

— Ksyun, what, do you want the guy to fuck me now?

— Yes, darling, otherwise we won't have sex with you now. You understand yourself that without stimulation it won't get hard.

— But, bunny, I'm not a fag to fuck with a guy?

— And I'm not a lesbian to fuck with Nadya, but I'm ready to do it for you. And are you ready for me? Oleg, I want you to cum in me, and there's no other way now.

— Okay, only for you. But if something goes wrong, we stop everything, Agreed?

— Yes, Olezhenka.

And she began to smoothly rub gel into his ass with her fingers. She poured more, inserting 2 fingers now. Then he felt their guest lie down on the bed. His heart beat faster; he was both anxious and aroused, scared, but somewhere deep in his consciousness, he wanted it. A thousand thoughts swirled in the husband's head: "What am I doing?", "Interesting to try", "How she sucks". The sound of a condom being put on made Oleg understand it was for him. A warm hand lay on his side, pulling him back until his ass touched the hard cock of their lover now. Touching the hole, he pressed, penetrating with the head. Although there was a lot of lube, a sharp pain pierced the hole. He jerked forward but went deep into Ksyusha's mouth, and she deliberately didn't move her head away. Oleg had to slightly pull his cock out, but the guy's cock penetrated deeper. He froze, letting the husband get used to it. Then, grabbing his hips, he began to penetrate deeper and deeper. —

— Look how hard you are. — whispered Ksyusha, stroking his cock, which stood like a rod.

Oleg looked down and couldn't believe his eyes; his cock was as hard as it was eighteen years ago when he was young. Now Ksyusha won't get off him, he thought. This isn't the last time someone's cock will penetrate him. His wife pressed her back against him, guiding her husband's cock into herself with her fingers. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing the nipple between his fingers, pulling her body to him. Little depended on Oleg now; the guy moving behind him, unknowingly, also chose the rhythm of the groom's movements in the bride. The bedroom began to fill with the sounds of three people moaning and the squelching of two holes.

— Yes, darling, fuck me, harder.

Oleg was glad and satisfied that he could finally bring her to such emotions. He was even grateful to the guy who contributed to this. From understanding this thought, he began to enjoy such sex. The movements became faster, hands gripped each other tighter. Unable to hold back, the guy began to cum in Oleg; from that flow, he himself, continuing the chain reaction, released white streams into his wife. Ksyusha had long been shaking from repeated orgasms, and after the burning cocktail inside her, she just growled hoarsely.

No one had the strength to get up, and a warm wave of sleep covered the entire trio with a thick blanket. In the morning, when Oleg woke up, Ksyusha quietly kissed him.

— How are you, darling? Not angry with me?

— No, Ksyunya. — and he kissed her warm lips himself.

— Then get up and let's go have breakfast, our guest has already left. — understanding from her husband's look, she answered.

— What are we going to do today?

— I'll call Nadya now, and then we'll go to the adult store. I think lingerie, a strap-on, and a couple of other toys will come in handy for us.