My wife and I's thirty-year journey to gangbang. The beginning. (full version of "When more than just the two of us.")

She was very orgasmic,

she came quite quickly and intensely, sometimes she would shake for about five minutes. As I already said, she had almost no complexes, and therefore we had sex in the most unexpected places, including public transport, for which we chose very late evening hours, on the beach, in the park, and so on. When we started dating, I was very pleasantly surprised by her ability to achieve anal orgasm.

We came to the conclusion that we should try starting in an MFM format and began considering which of our male acquaintances we could invite, of whom there were quite a few, and positively, all were married. We identified a circle of candidates, but we couldn't quite bring ourselves to propose it, or twice at the very last moment before a meeting, my wife would refuse.

As always, in serious matters, improvisation often helps. We always went to a bathhouse outside the city once a week; we liked to steam and then have a tasty meal and drinks after. To give credit, my wife, despite her small size, could drink a lot and strong. We arrived after the bathhouse, got out of the taxi, and met our good acquaintance Lesha. He and his wife lived in the neighboring five-story building, both with decent education; he graduated in something related to physical chemistry, she in pedagogy. But in those wild years, both were "shuttle traders," bringing clothes from Turkey. Well, as always, "how are you?", "how's life?"; it turned out that Marinka was in Turkey, she went for goods, he was alone. We were already quite drunk, and he said he'd drink too, but didn't feel like drinking alone. And we weren't against catching up. We discussed a bit whether to go to our place or his, but a serious argument was that he had a liter of "Chivas" brought from Europe, so we went to his place.

We sat for a while, drank, laughed, chatted; I see Olya is already quite drunk, the zipper on her tracksuit jacket has slid down quite a bit, and since we were from the bathhouse, a bra wasn't part of this bathhouse outfit, and her breasts were practically falling out, and Leshka, also drunk, couldn't take his eyes off them, and a rather large bulge appeared in his pants. And then suddenly I felt an incredible sexual arousal from the fact that my wife was half-naked sitting in front of another man, and he undoubtedly wanted her. And then a thought shot through my head to propose a threesome.

I went to the bedroom where I had left my wife. She was lying on the bed, dressed, only one breast had completely escaped from under her jacket, attracting attention with a large, dark brown nipple. I noticed she was even drunker than she had seemed earlier. "Even better," I thought.

— Leshka went to take a shower, he'll be here soon. Ready?" I asked. Her answer threw me into some shock and bewilderment. "You want to fuck me? Try if you can.

— What are you talking about?" I asked, not understanding what she meant.

— I won't just give in, you'll have to try hard," she replied, looking into my eyes with her drunken gaze, from which it was impossible to tell if it was a game or not.

Then Leshka entered the room, expecting that everything was already "set up" here, so completely naked and with an erect, protruding penis. Olga jumped up in bed, tried to get up, but I caught her by the shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. She began to desperately resist, kicking her legs and pushing quite painfully with her hands. Then I noticed she could have bitten, which is quite effective in women's defense, but she didn't do that, and the thought came that this was a game that excited her, and I didn't know about these tendencies of hers. Perhaps the reason was some psychological trauma.

We were all quite heavily drunk, and this played a positive role because if we had been sober, Leshka would hardly have participated in continuing.

— Help," I nodded to him, and he, with due ingenuity, figured out what was going on and joined in. I intentionally left the lower part to him, as I thought it would excite my wife more. That's how it seemed to me at that moment.

We pinned her to the bed, but she didn't stop trying to break free, and we needed to somehow move to sex. We had to turn her onto her stomach, position her across the bed, and Leshka pulled her legs down to the floor. Now she was on her knees, with her stomach and chest on the bed, and I was holding her hands. My partner turned out to be very resourceful; he knelt between her legs, so she ended up with her legs spread "like a crab," and pulled down her pants along with her panties to her knees, and slipped his hand into her crotch, stroking her. After a couple of minutes, he wet his fingers well with saliva and inserted them into her vagina, massaging her and gradually pushing them deeper. This guy, despite his youth, knew what he was doing. He found, as is known now but was "quantum physics" back then, the G-spot, and I felt a shiver run through my wife's body.

A little time passed, and I saw that my wife began to move her hips in rhythm with the movements of the fingers of the "master of her vagina at that moment," her breathing quickened, and a soft moan became audible. I let go of her hands, pulled her jacket off over her head, took her nipples with my fingers, and began to twist them lightly. The moan intensified and became somehow deeper and sweeter. Literally a minute later, she was no longer moaning but more like howling and whimpering, writhing her whole body, shaking her head from side to side... a little more and she came intensely with a loud moan, pressing her head tightly into the blanket, her body convulsing. She shook for a long time; it seemed she hadn't experienced such an orgasm from "magic fingers" caressing that "nuclear button." Gradually, she calmed down, the tremors became rare. Leshka pulled off the rest of her clothes, spread her legs wider, took a comfortable position, and began to slowly enter her. It was a mesmerizing sight for me—for the first time, another man was entering her before my eyes. At that moment, I felt incredible arousal, and a pleasant, aching wave rolled down my back to my groin.

He fucked her very skillfully and beautifully, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down the pace, inserting his penis shallowly, then driving it in to the very root, making my wife scream, apparently the head hitting her uterus, causing strong pain, then changing the angle of entry from right to left and top to bottom. Olya was no longer moaning but screaming and making some animalistic sounds. She raised herself on her elbows and began searching for my penis with her hands. I took off my pants and knelt in front of her. She greedily swallowed it.

Leshka pulled out of her and wanted to go to the bathroom. "Don't go, come to me," Olga said. I freed up space, and he sat on the bed. "Give it to me," she said. He lay down so that her head was on his thighs, and she began to gently lick his penis, licking and sucking off the remnants of semen. I approached her from behind; her crotch was covered in semen, and thick streaks were running down her thighs. That day, my mind was simply blown; my psyche could hardly cope with the flood of emotions. From the sight of my wife sucking another man's penis in front of me, her vagina full of his semen, deeply hidden desires surged violently. A wave of some enormous pleasure and gratitude to my wife washed over me, that she had made Leshka come inside her. I entered my wife with pleasure, feeling someone else's semen on me, its smell, its squelching in her vagina. I had never had such an erection, probably ever. I fucked my wife with incredible pleasure; something beastly awoke in me, apparently due to the presence of another male. Soon Olya began to moan and scream again. I began to drive my penis into her without any "courtesies"; I wanted hard, animalistic sex where she was a bitch. She screamed from pain and pleasure, forgetting about Leshka. But he was also aroused by what was happening, and his penis began to rise. He got on his knees, and she gladly accepted his handsome member. For the first time, at least to my knowledge, she had two penises inside her. From the emotions and excitement, she came quickly. We continued to fuck her, but she was already tired and wanted to rest. "Please come, I can't take it anymore," she said. But I wanted to continue having her hard, to exhaustion, until she collapsed unconscious. "Shall we switch?" Leshka suggested. I refused. I really liked the feeling that had come over me, that I was inside my wife after another man, in his semen, and I wanted to come there too; it was some kind of depravity. Leshka came in my wife's mouth. I came a little later, very intensely, it shook me from the cerebellum to the anus; I had only felt that in my youth when I jerked off for the first time and came in my grandmother's closet in the village. Olga climbed onto the bed and collapsed on her back, exhausted. Leshka didn't come all in her mouth; most of it got on her face. I got up from my knees, looked at my wife—a happy, satisfied face, all covered in someone else's semen, semen flowing abundantly from her vagina down her legs, a strange naked man lying next to her, stroking her hair.

After lying down for a bit, I went to the kitchen with Lesha, where we started on the remaining Chivas, while my wife remained in bed in a puddle of semen, coming to her senses after the new emotions and sensations she had received.

— Well, we need to get something, I'll go. Vodka maybe?" I asked Lesha.

— Okay," he agreed.

In those years, you could buy alcohol at any time of day or night and practically on every corner. The main thing was to buy from trusted places, so as not to get "fake stuff."

I peeked into the room and asked my wife: "I'm going to the stall for vodka, should I get anything else?"

She sat up on the bed, spreading her legs wide in a vulgar manner, raised her eyes to me, and from her crooked smile, I understood she was heavily drunk from the nuclear mix of alcohol and a good orgasm. Previously unknown depraved transformations began to occur in her behavior; apparently, hidden slutty "devils" that had been suppressed for a long time were breaking out. She leaned back languidly, supporting herself with her hands on the bed, spread her legs wide, exposing her crotch—"Well, well, go on, you set me up with another man, now you want to leave me with him. So, how much did you agree on? Or maybe you'll bring someone else?"

There was something in her intonation and behavior that made a feeling arise in the subconscious that she liked saying this and simultaneously depravedly displaying her charms in front of another man with her husband present.

— Leshka, where are you? Let him come, and you stay with me. Come on, you used the girl, now carry her to the bath to wash, or else I'm lying here like a toad all covered in semen"—vulgarity flowed from her like a river, evoking mixed feelings in me.

Yes, she was drunk, and one question was in my head—was she starting to "act up" from drunkenness, or was this drunken flirting? When she got very drunk, there were sometimes displays of aggression, but in this case, her reproach was unclear, so inside crept an expectation of a possible drunken scandal. With that thought, I left the apartment.

I returned no more than half an hour later; the door was left unlocked, so I didn't have to ring. Sounds of a porn movie were coming from the room, which hadn't been there before, causing me surprise and a slight tremble in my body. In my absence, they had turned on the "VCR," and not just any movie, but porn. I went further and was somewhat stunned by what I saw—Lesha was lying on his back, and my wife was on top of him, sitting on his face while leaning down to suck his penis. I expected and even wanted to catch them having sex, but I didn't expect it to be like this; even for the 69 position, the woman is usually on the bottom. They noticed me but didn't distract themselves from their activity.

Going to the kitchen, I gathered snacks, glasses, and brought everything to the room so as not to distract them from what was happening. I poured vodka into glasses and sat down in a chair nearby, watching. I caught myself thinking that I liked seeing my wife having sex with another man in my presence, and images began to appear in my head where she would be with several men. Very aroused by these fantasies, I took off my clothes and lay down next to them so that our penises were as close as possible. My wife stopped giving head and took Lesha's penis with one hand and mine with the other and began to jerk them. Then she took them into her mouth one by one, making some satisfied, excited growling sound. I slightly raised myself on my side and moved my hips so that both penises touched each other. My wife greedily grabbed them with her hands and stretched her mouth over this "bouquet." It was the first time I saw her sucking two penises at once, and the arousal from this was incredible. She did it with great pleasure, sometimes greedily stuffing both into her mouth, sometimes deeply swallowing them one by one, sometimes licking around the heads with her tongue.

Suddenly she stopped and said excitedly: "I want cock!" I was somewhat stunned by what I heard; in all the years of our life together, she had never said that word out loud. Apparently, alcohol and arousal were erasing her internal restraint and reserve, giving herself completely to lust, depravity, and receiving sexual pleasures.

I lay on my back next to Leshka; in front of her stood two not-so-small handsome members with exposed heads, shiny from excitement and secreted fluid.

— Well, choose which is sweeter and bigger!" I played along with her tone. Without hesitation, she climbed on top of me and sat on my penis.

— Lesh, I need something to occupy my mouth!" she added cheekily and playfully, looking into my eyes. He approached, and my wife greedily swallowed his tool, simultaneously starting to move on my penis. Gradually, "adjusting" the depth, pace, and "angles of entry," Olya began to make sounds of pleasure, and an expression of enjoyment appeared on her face. Leshka stood over me, holding her head with both hands, fucking her mouth.

Suddenly she freed herself and, looking at me, said: "I want to kiss you!" The degree of her depravity was increasing before my eyes, but I didn't understand why she wanted this; was she really aroused by the thought of me kissing her lips after another man's penis? I didn't have any aversion to it; on the contrary, it quite excited me inside from such an event, but my wife amazed me with discoveries about her sexual personality.

I silently nodded, and she lay on my chest, sitting on my penis, and passionately pressed her lips to mine. It was a long and passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. Then suddenly an explosive thought shot through my head. I gently hugged her with both hands around her back and gave a passionate kiss in return, while I kicked Leshka on the shin and pointed with my hand behind my wife's back at her ass.

My partner turned out to be extraordinarily resourceful; he didn't immediately position himself but, like an experienced debauchee, went for lube, squeezed some onto his fingers, and gently touched her anus. She jerked in an attempt to get up and cover her ass, but I was ready for this and held her tightly with both hands, pressing her to my chest.

— Don't, I won't!" she cried out, but I remained silent, pressing her even tighter to me. Leshka slowly inserted first one finger, worked it around a bit in her ass, realizing it was quite spacious, inserted three fingers; meanwhile, I began to move my hips, fucking my wife in the vagina.

I expected more active resistance from my wife, some words, screams, but she lay silently, and it even seemed to me that she was very quietly moving her hips in response.

Lesha pulled out his fingers, took his penis firmly in his hand, lubricated it, and placing the head against her anus, slowly began to enter her ass. He did it skillfully and unhurriedly; first, in about twenty thrusts, he inserted only the head. It should be noted that anal sex was quite normal for my wife, but at that moment we (I don't like the word "fucking," it's meaningless, stupid, but profanity should be in moderation, and the word "fuck," in my opinion, reflects the essence) were fucking her for the first time with two cocks in two holes, and caution was appropriate.

Olga moaned, but in her moan, along with pain, notes of pleasure could be discerned; it's an incomparable mo