The wife returned from Egypt.

I missed her. I had been waiting for her for two whole weeks; she had been vacationing in Egypt alone. Since I was swamped with work, we discussed it and decided that Lena would go and spend time there by herself, get a tan, and take a break from the slush, cold, and dreary rain that had become tiresome at home. I never felt jealous, and trust was the main aspect of our relationship. I'm not saying nothing could have happened over 18 years of living together, but I believe that for a woman to stay fresh and sexy, one relationship isn't enough. However, we didn't really discuss it much, and no particular ideas came to mind. It was enough for me that when we went out with Lena, guys would

undress her with their eyes. Lena was very skilled at accentuating her appearance with makeup, which didn't create beauty, as often happens, but subtly highlighted it. Her outfits were fashionable and arousing, fortunately, my salary allowed for it.

And finally, she arrived. We unpacked the suitcase, had a little wine, she went to the bathroom, and I lay down on the bed, waiting. Given our long separation, she decided not to torment me for too long and returned very quickly. "I got so tanned!" Lena dropped her towel and twirled in front of me. On her butt, between her cheeks, I noticed a strip of lighter skin from her bikini. That was a sign that nothing had bothered her there.

"I lost weight, well, it seems to me... Right?"

I decided not to give in; I was too lazy to shower her with compliments, so I decided to play with her a little. "You should cross yourself when you think something. Did you really flirt with Egyptians?" Gracefully arching, she lay on top of me and retorted, "There's nothing to look at there except mummies and statues." Lena, completely shamelessly, slipped my manhood between her breasts and rubbed slightly. It was cozy there, as Lena's curves were just right.

— They even manage to hit on seventy-year-old grannies, — she began moving back and forth. I cupped her breasts with my hands and squeezed a little to better feel the friction.

— Are you jealous? You sent me on vacation and even allowed me to have some fun, and now you're unhappy?

— Aha, so something did happen! Tell me, Len, — I couldn't wait to get even more aroused.

— Maybe something did happen, — she began speaking more languidly and slowly, stretching out her phrases, trying to sound mysterious, though she wasn't doing a good job. — I'm lying... rub some cream on me.

Lazily pushing the blanket aside, she pressed her heated chest against the cold sheet. Slowly, I began to rub in the fragrant cream, gradually working my way toward her firm butt.

— So, what happened there? — My fingers spread her buttocks, and one knuckle of my index finger slipped inside. Then I slowly inserted my middle finger, and soon two knuckles were inside.

— Tell me! Probably, someone else did that there too? — In response, a weak, feigned moan sounded. Lena spread her legs, and I moved her closer to the edge of the bed, lowering her knees to the floor. I knelt behind her, gently grabbed and squeezed her wrists.

— I won't tell! — I began to lift her arms upward, and soon she couldn't bear this torture and gave in, — okay, fine. My cock was already rock-hard and ready to replace the fingers there.

— I feel like someone's been here without me?

Her wet lips were swollen, and I, pulling my fingers out of her ass, began to gently and slowly insert my cock there. Surprisingly, it went in very quickly, not like it usually did. I thrust, pulling it out sharply, and inserted it into her ass all the way to the balls. A loud moan of approval followed.

— You're still the best for me. — Increasing the pace and pressure, I sometimes moved from one hole to the other. Moans turned into cries, sometimes of pain, and sometimes downright slutty phrases slipped through. At first, they disconcerted me, but then they started to turn me on. Usually, Lena was silent; I often missed her very quiet "Yes!" But my girl, apparently, had been liberated. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad about it. At that moment, it didn't matter.

— The benefits of the trip are audible... — I whispered in her ear, squeezing her firm cushions. In response, she just started thrusting harder and screaming even louder. At one point, she broke into swearing. I really wanted to be in her ass, and the decision to finish there came naturally. Lifting her into doggy style, I easily entered the already stretched opening again and began to push my cock deeper. Slipping my hand between her legs, she expertly began to massage them; I hadn't expected that from her before. Right on the edge, my wife arched her back in pleasure. The light was on, and I was driven by new sensations and the sight of the ring of her anus gripping the base near my balls. My cock stretched her hole more and more, and I grabbed her buttocks, pulling with all my might. I wanted to tear her apart. Of course, I couldn't last long like that and filled her insatiable ass with a strong stream. We fell onto the bed, embraced; she was trembling, the orgasm not letting go of her...

— Only you are like this for me! — she barely whispered.

— I know... — that was all I could say to her at that moment. A difficult conversation awaited us.