My Wife's Adventures: The End of the Evening with Alesya

After listening to my baby girl's latest story, I was aroused to the limit, as was Alesechka; she found it amusing to watch my reaction. After hearing it, she thought I might react sharply to such a thing, but she heard different words from me. "I wouldn't mind at all if you wanted to spice up our intimate life, but there will be one condition: I either am present or participate." Her ringing laughter and reaction to these words—"you're such a silly fool"—brought me back to reality, and we met in a tender kiss. Enjoying each other's lips, we gradually moved from the kitchen to the bedroom. In an instant, my T-shirt and shorts were off. Alesya kissed

my lips and descended a little lower to my neck, continuing down until she stopped at my nipples. Besides giving blowjobs, she adores sucking and kissing my nipples; there's nothing unusual about them, but this is how she expresses her desire and gets aroused herself. Pressing me against the wall, she asked me not to resist and to let her take control of the process, and I was only too happy—I love it when she takes possession of me. Her kisses descended lower and lower; with her athletic body, she pressed against my erect cock, and kneeling down, she began to gasp for air, breathing in my scent. Her long inhalations mixed with licking my balls; I could never get used to how much she enjoys a man's cock, balls, and the scent of the groin. From her eyes, it was clear she seemed intoxicated. With an inconspicuous hand movement, I switched the room's light to night mode—slightly dimmed lighting—and as soon as I returned my gaze to my wife, at that moment she was looking into my eyes and, with a sharp movement, swallowed my cock completely without breaking eye contact. That alone was enough for me to reach orgasm—a psychological one, most likely; I simply couldn't explain at that moment why I was trembling with pleasure. Her hand slid over my wet, saliva-covered balls; she began to massage them, and with her other hand, she pulled my hand, guiding it to her hair as if asking me to take it and push her head, sliding her mouth deeper onto my cock. Those sounds of slurping, Alesya's moans, and her ragged breathing drove me into ecstasy; I got carried away and began helping with my hips, thrusting into the mouth of my petite girl. To avoid finishing quickly, I took the initiative and, pulling my cock out of her mouth for a second, I saw how much she was enjoying this process: her head tilted slightly back, the drool she was sucking back in, and her rolled-back eyes spoke volumes. Lifting her and laying her on the couch, I pulled off her panties and greedily buried myself in her pussy—tender, pinkish in hue, and already quite wet. Running my tongue over her lips and entering her hole with my fingers, I heard not moans but screams; her pleasure knew no bounds. The screams were interrupted by clear words: "Yes! Yes! Please, harder, deeper! Yes, my sweetie." I increased the pace, and the result of my actions was Alesya's loud scream. I adore how she cums, I adore when she screams with pleasure. Alesya lay on the bed and couldn't speak; all that concerned her at that moment was: "Darling, what about you? You didn't cum; I want your sperm. Can you fuck me, or do you want it in my mouth?" And at that moment, I realized I was already on the edge myself and just needed a few thrusts. I suggested cumming in her mouth, and she turned to face me on the bed and said: "Let's do it like Andrey in the gym, please, darling, in my throat!" These words stirred me up a bit, and I immediately remembered her story, which seemed to arouse me even more. Thirty seconds, just half a minute, I lasted and came in her sweet mouth, filling it completely, so much so that the excess spilled over the edges of her lips, streaming down her cheeks.

After the shower, we settled into bed with kisses and hugs, and my Alesechka asked: "Do you really want to see me get fucked?" To which I responded approvingly, and her eyes lit up. According to her, during the day at the gym, an older man, around 50 years old, wanted to get to know her. He goes to the gym with his friend—a classmate—and the way he looks and talks delights Alesechka: a gallant, handsome, stately man, and his friend is the same. They offered to go to a restaurant to eat after work, but Alesya said she was married. Their reaction was calm; after all, they were only offering dinner. Anyway, after discussing it with my beloved, we concluded that we could come up with something and went to sleep.