A nostalgic story telling about one of our first experiences in the topic of sexwife a couple of years ago. There's not much action here as such. These are just memories of one memorable day of our life...

The night outside the window is gradually losing ground, giving way to a new day - it gets brighter early in the summer. The windows are open because of the heat, I can hear how the city is gradually coming to life, despite the early hour - the janitors go to work, I hear them scraping the asphalt with their brooms, on the road through the house from us cars begin to drive more often, the entrance door slams from time to time, letting someone out of the entrance. In front of me is an ashtray with a bunch of bulls,

stuffed to capacity, ashes around on the table, on the keyboard - my hands are trembling a little from nervous, and let’s be honest, sexual tension. To distract myself, I sit on ICQ and VK, discussing what is happening and what should happen now (or maybe is already happening at the moment), with random interlocutors who are interested in the topic. The phone lies next to me, I constantly look at it, always ready to grab the phone as soon as I receive a call from my beloved.

A couple of times my heart skipped a beat in anticipation of the action, but these were not calls, but SMS messages like “I’ve arrived, everything is fine”, “Everything will be soon”, adding fuel to the fire of my tension...

***

She’s been in a playful mood all evening - in the store, at on the street, at home she worries me with her touches, her obscenities. It is clear that when we finally get to bed, the bed will shake. And here we are lying, absolutely not caring about the movie on TV, we are only busy with each other and satisfying our lust. In the process, as usual, I begin to promote my favorite topic - her sex with another guy, she supports me in this, voicing her most piquant fantasies. We discuss this quite often, but it rarely comes to fruition. And so, having finished violently, we stretch out blissfully on the sofa. However, I am not going to retreat today and persistently persuade my beloved to play pranks this night. Her playful mood has not yet disappeared and to my joy, she is not even against such a continuation of the evening.

After going through the options, she decides on one guy, let's say his name is Louis. He is a foreigner, he once took courses with her. Once they slept together, but there was no continuation and she decided to refresh her memory of him. To the standard message “Hi, how are you?”, he responds equally neutrally, in the spirit of “Hi, everything is fine.” "What are you doing?" - “I’m walking with friends on Leningradskaya.” “Mmmm, I see, how about we meet?” - “I don’t know when I’ll be free” and blah blah blah. We understand that by “meet” the guy means just an ordinary friendly meeting and then Irishka takes the bull by the horns - “And I was thinking of having sex with you...”. Send. Message received. We sit with a conspiratorial look, waiting for an answer. We don’t have to wait long for him and he doesn’t disappoint us - he shows open interest in this event. After a short, but more constructive correspondence and a couple of calls, preparations begin. First of all, the bathroom: razors, creams and other components of female beauty. Next comes choosing an outfit, makeup and frantic attempts to cram everything you need into your makeup bag.

All this happens under my instructions - what I expect, what I want, does she remember that she should try to call me in the process and other reminders from her loving husband. It’s a little after midnight or so and everything is ready - you can call a taxi. This is where some headaches begin - the car was ordered, but it still hasn’t arrived. We are both already on edge and we need to quickly send our beloved out of the house before we splash out all the sexual tension on each other. In general, we waited for the car for a very long time, almost an hour and a half, managing to control ourselves - a small farewell blowjob doesn’t count. And so, having finally showered me with the aroma of her perfume and given me a kiss, my sweetheart flies out the door. I see her getting into a taxi, waving goodbye, and driving off into the night. My long wait begins...

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(Erotic stories) The fussy preparations and long farewells are over and now I’m driving through the city at night to meet adventures. The car slows down at the right entrance, dropping me straight into the arms of Louis.

A short kiss and we are already outside the steel entrance door. I’m only wearing a short skirt, and my boyfriend’s temperament is very passionate, and now he’s already pressing me against the wall, squeezing me in his arms. It is unknown to what extent this passionate impulse of ours would have reached, but then some kind of fuss begins at the entrance and we hastily retreat before we are caught red-handed. While we are going up in the elevator, I manage to send a message to my husband that I am there. We carefully go into the apartment - Louis's neighbors are already sleeping, and we try to make less noise so as not to wake them up, and we sneak into the room. We don’t turn on the lights - the windows face the avenue and everything we need can be seen perfectly. We lie down on the bed, chat a little, in an attempt to maintain at least some decency - after all, we haven’t seen each other for a long time. But we are not long enough, and now his hands study my body, crawl under my blouse, under my skirt, his lips press against mine... I feel that he is already ready for something more serious, but he is in no hurry, enjoying the moment... After some time, he leaves to freshen up, and I send my beloved a second SMS, informing that I am about to add to our baggage of pranks.

Louis appears a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel. Without letting him reach the bed, I press myself against his naked body, kiss him, throwing off the towel with one hand. His dick ends up in my hand. He is already standing, I gently stroke him. It is not very big, the best thing to caress it with your mouth is to swallow it deeply. And without making him wait long, I kneel down and wrap my lips around him. I won’t play false modesty - I love giving blowjobs and I’m very good at this skill. My husband always tells me about my talents when I please him orally, and in order not to let him down, I now devote myself with all diligence to this task, observing my beloved’s order to “show his slut in the best light.” After sucking the penis a little, I go down to the testicles, then run my tongue along the entire shaft to the head, again catching it in captivity of my lips.

Louis, apparently, really likes this, even too much - pressing my head closer to him, he begins to move his pelvis to meet me. The dick tenses up more and shoots a stream of sperm into my mouth. After a few more movements, he pulls out of me, glistening in the dim street light with my saliva and his sperm. Usually I spit out the seed, but now I’m too lazy to look for where to do it and swallow it, especially since it tastes very pleasant. After kissing me, Louis falls onto the bed, and I, taking advantage of a smoke break, run to the toilet, grabbing my purse - it’s time to call my beloved.

***

The phone starts to vibrate and I grab it without waiting for a signal. My heart is beating as if after a fast run, my breath is catching, I press “reply”.

- ...

— It’s me,” a whisper is heard at the other end of the tube (we agree that I don’t start the conversation first, so as not to burn down the office if everything has already started).

- How are you, what are you doing?

- I’m in the toilet, I can’t talk for long, I have to go back.

- Did something happen?

- I took it into his mouth, now there will be a continuation.

- Call me, okay?

- I’ll try... I don’t know how to do it unnoticed...

- Okay. You know I'm looking forward to it.

- Yes. Bye! Love you!

- And I love you!

***

Returning to the room, I find Louis in the same place where I left him, still in the same Adam costume, and I sit down next to him. His hands, calmly at first, but more and more passionately every minute, caress me.

He whispers tenderness in my ear in his native language, sometimes interrupting them with kisses. I’m ready to continue, and he knows this very well - his hand is busy in my panties. A groan escapes my lips, my body arches under the man’s caresses - I want to feel him inside me, forgetting about everything - and that

that there are neighbors behind the wall, and that my husband is waiting for a call - at the moment I am completely surrendered to my passion. My lover’s hands carefully remove my clothes, throwing my wet panties aside with the final touch, and now I’m completely naked in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body, his breath on my skin. Having covered my body with kisses, he takes a condom out of the package and, putting it on, hangs over me, teasing his member, moving it between my legs, but not entering me. I move towards him, hoping to already feel him in me, but he does not allow me to do this, keeping the situation under his control. “Come inside me!” comes out of my lips and he, having tormented me to his heart’s content, finally does what I so passionately desired. My moans fill the room. He changes rhythms but doesn't slow down, fucking me with all his might. I wrap my legs around him, search for his lips with my lips, scream again with passion - I don’t know how much time has passed, I lost track of him.

I ask him to slow down, but on the contrary he speeds up even more - that means the final is close. He abruptly pulls out of me, takes off the condom, and I’m already there, catching drops of sperm and swallowing them. A few got by - I licked them from my lips with my tongue and lay down exhausted next to Louis. We are breathing heavily, recovering from such passion. After lying around for a bit, we go to the restroom - first he, then me. Having hidden the phone in my purse, happy and naked, I plop into the toilet for the next communication session, secretly hoping to meet one of the neighbors in the corridor...

***

-...

— It’s me,” I hear the satisfied voice of my wife on the other end tubes. You have to think she’s happy - forty minutes, maybe more, have passed since our last conversation, they obviously didn’t waste any time.

- Well, how? Why don't you call?

— Baby, that was uncomfortable. We fucked...

My heart beats dully. The already erect penis seems to have become even larger.

— Well, how? Did you like him? Tell us!

- Yes, everything was fine, better than with Misha. Well, I’ll tell you in detail at home, now it’s not very convenient...

- Okay, I’ll wait. What will you do now? Will you stay with him?

- Yes, apparently. I hope for a continuation.

- If you don’t call, I’ll eat you!

- Okay, I’ll try. Okay, come on cat, I have to go. Kiss!

***

It’s already starting to get light outside, we’re lying hugging each other, chatting. I understand that I shouldn’t drag it out - it’s already starting to make me sleepy, but I want to tumble a little more, and my darling is waiting for my call. The conversation somehow turns to the topic of relationships and I tell Louis about our entertainment. He's a little shocked, but he doesn't really show it. He says that we are great and all that. During the conversation, my hand ends up on his penis. He is still calm, but not completely relaxed anymore. I'm talking about our entertainment, that this is not our first experience, stroking him there, I feel that he is starting to get stronger. The conversation ends on its own, turning into a long kiss. The penis becomes engorged with blood and assumes a vertical position. Squeezing it with my hand, I move it up and down, enjoying my power over it. Tearing myself away from my lips, I go lower. Neck, chest, several pirouettes around the nipples. Leaving a wet trail, my tongue continues to move downwards - the stomach, hips, and again slides a little higher. My lover spreads his legs wider so that I can take a closer look at his balls. Continuing my movements with my hand, I caress him with my tongue where I have just been given access.

Having licked them, sucked the head, caressed the testicles again, I go down a little lower. I run my tongue from the testicles to the hole itself, up, down, and pay more attention to the ass. I move it around, then shallowly insert my tongue into her, around it again and again fuck it with my tongue. Having played enough, I push my mouth onto the penis as deeply as possible. And again in a circle. Unable to withstand such interesting caresses, Louis pulls me away, declaring that a little more and he will cum. Neither his nor my plans include such a quick capitulation, and he slides off the bed in search of a condom. Taking advantage of this, I quickly take out my phone from my purse and dial the desired number. Having put the phone at the head of the bed, I lie down more comfortably - Louis has already found what he was looking for and is ready to continue...

***

-...

Silence. Am I really going to hear this now? Carefully and quietly, afraid of every creak, but nevertheless very quickly, I lie down on the bed and close my eyes, pressing the mobile phone to my ear as tightly as possible - as if this will help me hear better. The phone is a little loud.

And then I hear some kind of creaking and then a drawn-out moan from my wife. Thousands of pictures flash before my eyes - one brighter than the other and in all of them my beloved in the arms of a guy I don’t know. The hand slides along the penis with great speed, my breathing is labored, a groan of pleasure bursts from my chest, but I hold back, afraid of being heard and afraid of missing a sound. The moans either subside or become louder - I clearly and vividly imagine what is happening at the moment. My sweetheart’s voice is heard, but it’s unintelligible; she is echoed by an equally unintelligible male voice, drowned out by a long, loud groan. Then there was relative silence again, only faint, barely audible sighs. From time to time, the quiet moans of her partner can be heard through them, but in general he has little emotion.

After a couple of minutes, I turn off the recording - what seems to me to be a long silence ensues. In fact, it lasts no longer than a minute, but it seems like an eternity to me. Activity increases, and I press “Rec” again. All this time I caress myself with my hand, constantly slowing down so as not to cum from such excitement, but then the moans in the tube become more and more passionate and I can’t stand it, filling myself up to my chin with a powerful stream. Breathing in time with my rapid heartbeat, I dry myself with the first T-shirt I come across, continuing to listen to my lovers and recording all this on my phone. My penis, which had just discharged, is standing again - of course, this is the first time in our practice, I have long dreamed of this and now it happened.

The inability not only to participate, not only to touch, but even to look at your beloved with another is more exciting than all our previous experiences in group sex. And the previous sexwife experience cannot be compared with today’s - then I heard everything from the lips of my beloved upon arrival home, and now I am aware of all the events online. Just your favorite voice on the phone, close and at the same time distant, and such a mind blowing, such adrenaline that it is difficult to express in words. And so we continue again - they are somewhere far away and I am on the bed with my eyes closed. I ended up with about ten minutes of recording left out of the twelve minute call. After a sharp break in the most passionate moment - probably a network failure - I immediately discharged myself again on my chest...

***

... I stand in a knee-elbow position, bending in the back. My lover moves quickly inside me, pulls me onto his penis, holding me by the ass. Moans are constantly escaping from my chest. I don't know how loud, I don't think about it.

***

- ...

- Did you hear everything?

- Yes! Thank you, kitten!

— Did you like it?

- Yes, crazy! You are just great! Love you!

- And I love you, baby!

— Go to bed, you’re probably tired?

- Yes, I want to sleep - I have no strength!

— Sweet dreams!

- And you!

***

After the conversation, I, impressed, played the resulting recording several more times, confirming my delight with a couple of shots of sperm. And a couple of hours later, walking through the streets to work, I kept pressing the speaker to my ear, listening to this track, as if I couldn’t believe that I had such a cool wife who shared all my, even the most forbidden and outspoken fantasies... _________________________________________________________________

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