Such a guest

My wife and I have been married for over 18 years. We have a child, a nice apartment, a dacha, a car, money—in short, everything that could make our still-young family happy. It's just that with each passing year, Alla (that's my wife) and I are becoming more like friends and less like lovers. Perhaps we've simply grown tired of each other, but we don't seek affairs on the side, as we value each other greatly and cherish our love. Nevertheless, in bed, we merely perform our marital duty, wistfully recalling the intensity of passion in the first years after our wedding, when, never quite sated with each other, we would only fall asleep as dawn approached.

Probably, this happens to everyone, but I (and Alla too) did not want to resign ourselves to this monotony, knowing that indifference would follow. But how to rekindle that passion? We tried, as it seemed to us, every method: erotic photo and video shoots, stimulating products from the sex shop, even browsing relevant websites on the Internet together. All these methods only excited us briefly. Something more radical was needed! And then one day, on one of the erotic forums, I saw that someone named Sergey wanted to be present during a married couple's sexual intercourse, could even film it, and generally, fulfill any fantasies. At the mere thought that my Allochka would be fucking me in front of a strange man, my cock stood up and buzzed with excitement.

And the more I thought about this offer, the less the generally accepted dogmas weighed on my conscience. I absolutely did not want this with friends, but here was a completely unrelated guy, who wouldn't need to rebuild a relationship with us afterwards. He would get what he wanted, and we would owe him nothing. In short, "... the Moor has done his duty—the Moor may go!..." I contacted him and even sent a photo (clothed for now) of my wife. He replied that he was fine with everything and that he already had some experience in this area. He promised to help persuade Alla not to be shy about his presence and to come up with new ways of arousal specifically for us.

All that remained was to settle this with my wife, and one evening, after having three glasses of cognac with her, I told her everything. At first, Alla was embarrassed and flatly refused to even talk about the topic. But after two more glasses, she herself, blushing, began to talk about how aroused she was by my proposal, and we spent a crazy night together, fantasizing about the topic more and more uninhibitedly between rounds of sex. In the following days, I continued to develop my plans in the evenings, and finally, I heard my wife's consent to a trial meeting. And although there were many conditions and prohibitions, it seemed to me that Alla was ready for even more than I expected from her.

And when he entered our hallway, Alla, blushing with pleasure and embarrassment, suddenly decisively hugged him and even kissed him on the lips. I didn't expect such a reaction from her, but again, feeling no jealousy, I felt a growing excitement and simply suggested we undress and go to the table.

 — What, completely undress? — Sergey asked jokingly, — I'm ready!... If you're ready, of course...

 — No problem! — exclaimed my Allochka, and instantly shedding her robe, she was left only in transparent panties, — but this last rag (she pointed at them with her hand), male hands should remove!... — Well, which of you is the bravest?!

 — How about you do it! I want to look at this shameless girl! — I unexpectedly replied and also started undressing.

Naked Sergey approached my Alla from behind and began deliberately slowly removing her panties. As if trying to help him, my little slut turned her front to Sergey and, grabbing his shoulders, began lifting her shapely legs one by one. He knelt before her, and when the panties were in his hands, his face was a centimeter away from her smoothly shaved pubic mound.

Needless to say, our cocks were standing at attention "At ease!"; by the way, his cock turned out to be significantly longer and thicker than mine. I laughingly pointed this out to Alla, and Sergey quickly touched his lips to her half-open vagina, which was already glistening with droplets of her arousal. I laughed again, feeling no jealousy, and Alla, saying "That's not fair! He kissed me, and I didn't!" bent her head towards Sergey's cock and, quickly swallowing his impressive head, sucked on it a couple of times before letting go.

I was stunned by this, but events unfolded so quickly that I simply wouldn't have had time to intervene, and all I could do was joke something like "Hey, that's too short! A man needs longer!" and invite these mischief-makers to the table. After several glasses of the inevitable cognac, the atmosphere in our company finally relaxed completely. Sergey gave wonderful toasts to Alla's beauty (and certain parts of her body), and his huge "bolt" between his legs silently confirmed it. I went to get the camera, and when I re-entered the kitchen, I saw Alla's hand stroking the crimson head of Sergey's cock.

 — Sergey! What a big 'boy' you have! And how can it even fit inside a woman! It definitely wouldn't fit in me! — my wife admired, trying to fully grasp this "baobab" with her hand.

 — If your Andryukha wants, you can easily check that, — Sergey replied, lustfully stroking her thigh, causing my better half to get even wetter.

 — I wouldn't say 'easily'! Maybe on a pillow with my legs up...

 — And as for Andrey, it's not like he's objecting! Like he's not against it, — I remarked slyly, clicking the camera flash to get a close-up of the playful hands of our guest, who was now stroking Alla's ass.

 — Andryusha! I'm just joking! — my wife was embarrassed, but didn't let go of Sergey's "tool"; on the contrary, she began frankly jerking him off, — ... But if you allow me... I would be happy to take it... I mean, such a gift!

 — The picture is just superb! So what should I do with you now?!. — I muttered as if thoughtfully, caressing my own organ, already buzzing with excitement, with my free hand, — If you don't allow it—you won't sin with your wife...

 — And you, Andryukha, take a risk! You'll see—it's an unforgettable sight, — Sergey said hoarsely and lowered his hand between Alla's legs, immediately inserting a finger into her vagina and starting to work it like a cock, causing my wife to moan and spread her legs even wider.

 — O-o-oh!... Darling!... You're the best husband in the world! — my Allochka cried out, — Let's go to the bedroom quickly and you yourself will spread my legs... insert Sergey's cock... and give me your cock in my mouth!...

What happened next was like a fog. On the huge marital bed lay my Allochka, having spread and bent her legs at the knees herself, hospitably inviting entry into her juice-dripping "pussy."

Between her spread legs, Sergey froze, one hand stroking his "knob," while the fingers of the other hand rummaged in the slippery, lubricated slit between her labia, making my wife moan and arch towards our guest. At my command, Sergey lay on Alla, and they immediately began kissing passionately, and I, lifting her legs, guided his cock with my hand to where it was so eagerly awaited. The "grotto of love" of my wife, despite her earlier claims, easily accepted this huge "bolt" and closed contentedly, tightly gripping and not letting it go.

Continuing to kiss, Sergey began leisurely fucking Alla, obediently pausing at my command when I photographed these lovers from different angles. Gradually, the rhythm of the intercourse increased, and I, putting the camera aside, simply watched as this male satisfied his passion, placing my wife's legs on his shoulders and vigorously pounding her vagina. My wife's head tossed on the pillow, and when Sergey's cock penetrated especially deep into her womb, a hoarse moan and the cry of a mating female rang out.

I took a few pictures of my wife, fucked and smeared with semen, and then Sergey and I went to the kitchen to drink coffee, leaving that slut lying on the bed like a used condom. About half an hour later, Alla appeared in the kitchen doorway. She hadn't wiped our semen off her body, and everything that had leaked from her vagina was running down her legs and had soiled the hallway floor with a white, sticky mass. My wife was swaying as if in a storm, she couldn't fully close her legs, and if we hadn't caught her at the threshold, she would have definitely crashed to the floor.

But a smile of unearthly happiness wandered on her lips, and I, embracing her fucked and sticky-from-another's-semen body, suddenly felt an incredible warmth and tenderness towards her, which I seemed to have forgotten since the time of our acquaintance. I sat her on Sergey's lap, and I myself began kissing her face, whispering that she was the best, the most beloved, etc. Then the two of them washed up in the bathroom.

I, having taken a couple of shots of this washing, went to the kitchen to heat up lunch, and when I came to call them to the table, I saw my incomparable Allochka again tightly impaled on Sergey's "pole," already in the "doggy style" position. Waiting for him to relieve himself into her womb with a new portion of semen, we ate lunch with appetite and the three of us lay down to sleep, with Alla naturally lying in the middle, and after a while Sergey took her from the side, pressing her to his chest, and I entered her amazing ass, embracing both of them.

Only a thin membrane separated our cocks as we simultaneously fucked Alla. It was so exquisite that we couldn't cum for a long time, and when it happened, the three of us merged into one and couldn't tear ourselves away from each other for a long time...

Thus passed those three days, the happiest in our family life. Sergey left in search of new adventures. Alla got pregnant from his semen and had an abortion. And I am again searching the Internet for someone who will once again dispel the boredom of my family life with an excellent swing...

Author's E-mail: vipеndrоz787@mаil.ru