My name is Victor, I turned 38 this year, my wife is 31, this is my second marriage, although the first lasted only a few years, which I remember only as a bad experience. We live an ordinary family life, where there is a place for joy, for family scandals that end quickly, as a rule, I initiate reconciliation. My wife likes to drink and have fun, but she always looks great in the morning, which, of course, cannot be said about me. We have an eleven-year-old son, a little spoiled, but, in general, a good boy, with a face like his mother, and a character like me.
My wife is a beautiful woman with short hair and highlighted hair. The third breast size, a slender figure that was not spoiled by pregnancy, except that a small, and in my opinion, sexy tummy appeared. Her butt was slightly protruding, had a round shape, and looked amazing in a bikini or thong.
Our sex life was pretty intense. Oral sex, sex in all kinds of poses, anal experience were present in it, although my wife gave it there no more than once a month, she was afraid to expand it too much, although I saw that this type of sex gives her no less pleasure than usual. I cheated on her sometimes, in search of a new one, as well as trying to find perverted ways of sexual life for me personally. I think that my Lena, that was my wife’s name, also gave me “horns” at least a few times. But I’ve never had a lover, and I’m sure Lena hasn’t taken a lover either.
In the summer, after sending my son to her parents, we decided to go to the seaside. We had no problems with housing, Lena’s aunt lived there, and she hosted us in her house. To save money, I found a car with traveling companions through a special website, it’s faster, more convenient and cheaper for the money. We called and agreed on the place and time.
A big black Toyota Avalon pulled up, a gorgeous car that I hadn’t been inside yet. A beautiful black-haired woman was sitting next to the driver. There was another man in the back seat, and they were all non-Slavic in appearance. As we found out later, the Turks. The driver, Rashid, is 43 years old, with a small tummy and gray hair. His wife, Amina, was clearly ten years younger than Rashid, and as I noted above, a beautiful woman. Big breasts, sandy figure, bigger than my wife, but she couldn’t be called fat. The third fellow traveler, Aram, is about our age, a handsome man, at whom Lena cast several interested glances. We sat in the back seat, me and Aram on the sides, my wife in the middle.
We left when the streets were illuminated by the last rays of the setting sun. At first, we chatted, told jokes, and talked about our work. I noticed that my wife was often engrossed in conversations with Aram, and it seemed to me that she was flirting with him.
After two hours on the road, we stopped to run to someone who needed to go to the bathroom and drink coffee at a roadside cafe. It was getting dark. After drinking coffee, I decided to go to the toilet, but immediately our women went to a small thicket near the cafe, to the toilet in the room. As I started emptying my bladder, I saw Lena, Amina, and Aram coming out of the building. I froze, peeking at them. The Turkish woman was walking a little ahead, talking to someone on a mobile phone, followed by my wife and the Turk, cooing. He handed her a small box.
“I can’t take it,” my wife protested, not very zealously. “What am I going to tell my husband?”
“Don’t say anything, hide it now, and then you’ll figure it out,โ Aram replied calmly. โ I want to give a gift to such a beautiful woman!
Lena smiled and hid something in her bag. And when they went forward again, he lightly ran his hand over her ass. My wife turned around and, smiling, pushed her hand away, from the outside it looked more like an offer to repeat than indignation.
I need to tell you a little about my wife’s taste. My appearance is dark brown hair, brown eyes closer to black, and in my youth my nose was severely broken, which caused it to become hooked. People of Caucasian nationality often accepted me as one of their own. It was the resemblance to Caucasians or Arabs that became the decisive factor for Lena in terms of falling in love in those young years. I found out about this many years later, and so far my attitude towards non-Slavic peoples has not changed. She loved watching Turkish TV series, and often admired the beauty of women or men when she saw them somewhere in the city. And that’s why my wife’s flirtation was understandable to me in principle. I wasn’t jealous, except that something flared up when he touched her ass. I didn’t want to raise a scandal almost in the middle of the night, I didn’t want to hang out somewhere along the highway at a lonely cafe. Now we’ll all doze off in the car, and when we wake up, it’s time to get out, and everything will remain as a light flirtation of my wife, nothing more.
We sat down in our seats, and the car started moving smoothly and almost noiselessly. Rashid quietly turned on songs in his own language, which literally lulled everyone to sleep. I saw Amina sitting comfortably in front of me. My wife leaned back, obviously intending to fall asleep, closed her eyes. I looked at Aram, the latter was leaning on the door, and he was also going to sleep. In Avalon, the computer panel is probably not inferior to an airliner. A lot of all kinds of light bulbs glow brightly in the cabin, and their light is mainly scattered along the bottom of the cabin, without irritating the eyes. I assumed almost the same position as Aram, standing sideways to my wife and him. I closed my eyes and seemed to fall asleep a little when I woke up from a slight skid of the car. I lazily opened my eyes, saw that the driver had everything under control, the car was moving smoothly. He looked at his wife’s bare knees, and glanced at his wife, or rather, his eyes first came across her legs. I saw a man’s hand on her hip! She was resting at the very edge of her loose and short dress. He squinted his eyes harder, trying not to let the Turk see that he had noticed his insolence. At that moment, I was more interested in my wife’s reaction, I didn’t feel jealousy or anger, just interest. I looked at her eyes, at that moment a truck passed by, illuminating the interior brightly, I closed my eyes tightly, but it took me a moment to notice how my Lena turned her head in my direction. She wasn’t sleeping, but on the contrary, she was trying to figure out if I was dreaming. As soon as the headlights disappeared, I opened my eyes again. Lena turned her head straight around again, and spread her legs wider. The man’s hand was on his hip again, and the light in the cabin must have scared him off.
Aram began to slowly stroke her leg, while rising up, pushing back the hem of her dress, Lena opened her mouth slightly, clearly from the excitement that engulfed her body. Her hand reached her panties and began to rub her clitoris through the thin fabric. Knowing my wife, and how quickly and intensely she gets wet, I had no doubt that Aram’s fingers were already wet. It’s hard to describe my condition, on the one hand, jealousy was turning over in me, and on the other, my trousers bulged from an excited penis. I couldn’t take my eyes off the man’s hand, which was now lifting the underwear and penetrating it. As soon as my fingers touched living flesh, I saw Lena bite her lip, and my poor wife wanted to moan at the top of her voice. She looked in my direction again, but I couldn’t see her squinting in the dark, but I was afraid she wouldn’t notice my excitement. Having calmed down about me, my faithful put one hand on her chest, pressing the nipple with her fingers, and with the other she pushed the panties away from the vagina, giving full access to the Turkish fingers of her tempter. I noticed how Aram’s hand turned over, and from this position it was easy to understand that his fingers had penetrated it, and since it was very wet, it was definitely not enough. Lena began to move her booty back and forth, a little, carefully. I saw how her body shook from orgasm, how she restrained herself from moaning, I do not know, usually a long moan comes out of her mouth. I tried to remember when I only brought her to orgasm with my fingers, and I didn’t remember. I don’t think his fingers had a vibrator inside, or in such an uncomfortable position they somehow particularly reached her G spot. It’s all about the setting, the cheating, the fact that I’m around, and of course Aram himself, but at the same time it made me excited, but maybe I’m not turned on by the Turk. I won’t hide it, sometimes masturbating, I imagined how my wife was cheating on me with someone else, watching porn of this kind. But kukold was never my obsession, one of the many perversions that made me horny. I have never talked about this with my wife, and it is unlikely that, despite this night’s incident, she would be ready to discuss it.
His two fingers appeared in the dim light of the car computer, he brought them to his lips, and my wife began to lick them. I almost groaned myself at that. How my hand wanted to grab my horny cock! Not his wife, but to caress himself while continuing to watch this spectacle. Licking her fingers, she took them completely in her mouth and began to suck, closing her eyes with pleasure. He freed his mouth, but sent his wife’s hand to his fly, I heard the zipper open, and the belt. By the movement of her hand, I realized that she grabbed the trunk and began to masturbate him, he bent over and whispered something in her ear. After that, they both moved a little closer to me, and then I saw both his penis and the way my wife’s hand squeezed it tightly. The trimmed trunk turned out to be very thick, if it was about my size in length, and I had sixteen centimeters, his was the same or one centimeter larger. But I was clearly inferior in diameter, his head was at least ten centimeters long, and thick vegetation that curled up to half of his penis, went down his hairy legs, went down somewhere to his balls and anus, and went up his stomach, probably to his chest.
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