My wife could not answer, the cock in her mouth prevented her from speaking, so Luda only mumbled something in response and made one last attempt…. Again she failed. She took the cock out of her mouth. I was so close that I could see threads of mucus stretching from the cock to my wife’s lips. As the cock moved further away, the threads became thinner and thinner and finally broke off completely. Now a couple of such threads dangled from my wife’s lower lip. I liked to notice such small details, because from them, as from separate pieces of smalt, in the end, the whole mosaic picture is formed …
Luda pulled off her trousers from her lying partner. For some reason she didn’t take off her shirt at all. And she didn’t undress herself, she didn’t take off anything, she fucked like that, in her clothes. Strange, we always undressed at home. Anyway. My couple made adult love using the classics. Luda lay on her side, I think on her right side. She lifted up her leg bent at the knee, giving her partner access to her charms. Yura positioned himself behind her. The wife looked behind her and realised that her partner was lying a little too far back. She moved her arse close to Yura’s. Then she ran her hand behind her again and fumbled for Yurka’s fighter. I lay as close as possible, but so as not to annoy the couple, not to interfere with their love. Literally in front of my nose, Luda was sliding her cock in her pussy. The wrist of the hand that held the cock was decorated with a bracelet of beads. My gift…
Yura felt his penis pressed against her labia. He moved his pelvis forward a little and the head of his cock flattened the labia. He pressed a little more and the cock began to spread them apart. I watched uninterrupted as it slowly disappeared, sinking into Luda. The guy took his time at first, clearly giving me a chance to admire what was happening. One slow friction, another, third…Gradually the guy’s movements accelerated, he felt that the vagina moistened and began to accept the cock more and more willingly. Luda sniffled, light moans began to creep in her breath. Not often, but they did. It was difficult to keep her leg in weight for a long time, her muscles were getting tired. And Luda’s leg began to gradually sink lower and lower. Mentally I advised Yura ‘support her leg, support her leg’ But the guy did not read my thoughts obviously and therefore did not react. I looked at it and made up my mind. I began to support my wife’s leg myself, giving her the opportunity not to strain and fully indulge in her sensations. I think that Luda had a lot of sensations at that moment….
Yura was banging my wife from behind. She was moaning uninhibitedly. I was still carefully supporting her leg. I did not restrain myself, and I involuntarily became in some way a participant, not just an observer. Her legs in white stockings looked so tempting. As it was already said, I did not restrain myself and started kissing one of the legs, the one I was supporting. Kissing, gradually moving from the shin to the thigh Soon I got very close to the epicentre of events, playing with the lacy elastic band of the stocking with my lips. Yura’s cock flashed in front of my face two dozen centimetres away. And then I could not only see the fucking process, but also hear it. Luda’s pussy, apparently already exhausted from pleasure, secreted so much moisture for lubrication that the cock stuck very tightly to its walls, it worked like a suction cup. The result was rhythmic squelching sounds, undoubtedly adding a kind of charm to what was happening….
… The dominant wife pressed her heels firmly on the firm mattress, pushing it solidly through. Another point of her support was her hands. She also leaned on them, sitting on Jurka. Her arse had no fulcrum at the moment. Luda did not move her pelvis. But the partner lying under her was working at an incredible pace. I had never even tried it myself, so I watched the frantically flickering cock like a mesmerised man. It was impossible to keep such a rhythm for a long time, so the guy worked in series. Fifteen seconds of fierce banging of his partner, half a minute of relaxation. And again, and again… At peak moments Luda did not breathe, or rather her breath was one pitiful moan. And another. Sitting on Yura, my wife smiled almost all the time. In principle, it can be understood. A woman gets physical pleasure, that’s one. At the same time, the presence of her husband adds a huge portion of emotional pleasure. all the more so when it is the first time….
Another thing. The three of us didn’t stay on the bed for long. The bed, or rather the mattress, withstood the strength test with honour. However, a little damage was still done to it. Let me explain. It had been soiled with semen. It happens all the time in normal situations. I’m not talking about this day. The density of fucks per square metre was too high. And so. Yura carefully deposited his semen on my wife’s face and hair. That’s all right. But Mikhail didn’t get it right, he didn’t calculate and the mattress was unlucky. Well, it was worth it, as they say.
… We got home only in the evening, we were delayed in visiting. The thing is that Sveta offered Luda to switch partners. So the wife didn’t refuse. Why should she? So I watched one more episode. Isn’t it great?
At home, we didn’t look at each other’s faces for a long time. And only after my wife talked to my daughter on the phone did the situation change. However, Luda and I didn’t talk about the events of the day that evening. But I think that this conversation is still to come. It will not be possible to avoid such a topic, to keep silent about it. We still need to mature for a frank conversation. It’s coming. I’ll try to tell you about it.
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