Wife with us
My wife was sitting in a short shirt, without panties, her legs slightly spread apart, and you could clearly see the black, semen-covered hair on her pussy and the pinkish, slightly swollen from long fucking labia. In the middle of her pussy, the lips weren't tightly closed, stretched from the cocks, and there a small dark hole shone, with our cum from the guys and her own fluids dripping out in droplets. On the bed under her ass, a fairly large dark stain had already formed from the fluid that had flowed out of her pussy. Maybe Lyuda had even peed a little from relaxation. Seeing this stain, Andrei pressed against Lyuda's pussy and began licking up the droplets. Lyuda, knowing he liked it, tensed up and
squeezed a thin stream from her pussy into Andrei's mouth. But it was very short because she didn't really need to pee. The stain became even bigger. And my wife's pussy was even wetter.Suddenly, Oleg arrived unexpectedly. He's also our friend; we meet with our wives. Lyuda was still lying shamelessly with her legs spread apart, dozing. The guys went to the sauna, only I remained. Oleg, seeing my wife in such a position, didn't say anything, quickly stripped off all his clothes, and before I could say that Lyuda needed to rest, he shoved his huge-sized cock into the sleeping Lyuda's pussy. Thankfully, it went in with a whistle—everything was slippery and wrecked, probably not even straining Lyuda from the surprise. She opened her eyes, feeling Oleg on and inside her. She was surprised, wanted to say something, but Oleg pressed his mouth to her lips, and only his ass was pumping, sending his cock in and out. The room filled again with loud, squelching sounds, and once again Lyuda's pussy was at work. Oleg came quickly, even though the pussy was very stretched and there was minimal friction, but purely psychologically it was a thrill, and Oleg didn't last long. He got off Lyuda, kissed her on the lips, and went to the sauna to join the guys. And I no longer felt like going to the sauna at all and decided to come too, this time in her pussy.
Lyuda hadn't closed her legs yet after Oleg, and I managed to enter her. After all the guys, it felt like my cock was in a jar of sour cream—everything was squelching, no walls were felt, like in a pool. But from the sensation and the thought that several guys had fucked my wife into this state, I didn't last long either and, as it seemed to me, came abundantly in her pussy.