My wife is the best woman.

My wife Vika and I have been married for about 18 years. Sex has always been great—we've tried everything we wanted, she loves giving blowjobs, I love cunnilingus, so for the first 12-18 years of marriage, that was more than enough. But then somehow it got a bit stale, we wanted some variety, and I started trying to persuade Vika into a FMF threesome. In turn, she suggested an MFM, and we reached a stalemate. Once, on my birthday, she mysteriously told me that tonight I had to fulfill her wish. I, of course, agreed, but didn't know what it would be. And when the guests left, Vika told me she wanted to fuck me with a strap-on. I was quite drunk and agreed to try.

I went to the shower, prepared myself for it, even felt a bit of internal jitters. I came out of the shower, and there was my beloved waiting for me in a mind-blowing outfit—a black strap-on between her legs, a baseball cap on her head, and my jacket thrown over her naked body. I don't know why, but the sight of her immediately gave me a passive feeling, a subconscious desire for her to really fuck me. Next, she licked my anus, lubed it up well, and worked it first with one, then two fingers, all while using her hands and mouth to caress my swollen cock without letting me orgasm. The sensations were new, pleasantly painful.

After that, we started practicing this from time to time. Vika would put on the strap-on, and I would do my makeup (for some reason, I wanted to be taken with makeup on), and Vika would have me, and I would reliably cum, after which I would lick her until she came. Talks about spicing up our sex life quieted down for a while, but then Vika asked me—do you still want to diversify our sex? I wasn't ready to discuss it right away, but later an opportunity presented itself. We had a small work party to celebrate a successfully completed project phase, on the way home I bought champagne, and as Vika and I were happily drinking it, the topic came up again. Vika asked who was fucking whom today and if I wanted a third person in our sex. I was already quite drunk, and at that moment, a fantasy came to me: Vika and I dress in roughly similar clothes, me in a wig, with makeup, stockings, etc., and a man comes over who fucks us both in turn. First Vika, then me. We both caress his cock, take turns giving him blowjobs, basically doing it like girlfriends. Vika liked this fantasy and immediately decided to dress me up. Half an hour later, I was in the look I had dreamed of, and another half hour later, I was again spraying cum all over what was in front of me, while Vika murmured: "Good girl, sweet girl!"

In the morning, we discussed it again, and my fantasy from the night before still seemed interesting to me. We posted an ad online and started looking for a candidate. Artyom reached out to us about two weeks later and wrote that the idea of two such "girlfriends" really turned him on. We met with him beforehand and realized all parties were comfortable.

By the appointed time, Vika and I were ready—she looked great, but her "girlfriend" looked even more striking—the makeup was brighter, the breasts were larger, and the figure was more substantial. Artyom, who arrived, complimented both "ladies," and it was clear he really liked both "girlfriends." After a small initial get-together, we sent Artyom to the shower, I warmed Vika up with my tongue and lips, and she stretched my "vagina" with the strap-on. Everything was ready for debauchery. Artyom came out, and Vika and I immediately started caressing his cock together, taking turns deep-throating it. Vika gave me a bit more time to enjoy a real male cock—it was really something! That warm, sexy sausage, which I myself had, felt completely different in my mouth! At that moment, I clearly understood why women enjoy blowjobs. It's really very sexy and pleasant. At one point, I took Artyom's balls in my mouth, licking them, while Vika took his cock in her mouth, and at that moment, Artyom came. I felt it from the convulsions of his scrotum, Artyom's moans, and Vika's muffled, satisfied groaning as she tried to swallow what was apparently a considerable amount of Artyom's cum. She couldn't swallow it all, and characteristic, light-colored streams flowed from her mouth. I started licking them up; the cum was warm and sweet. Vika continued to suck the cock, and I licked new streams from her chin. It was amazing. After that, I took Artyom's cock in my mouth, and he started licking Vika between her legs. After a while, Artyom's cock started swelling again, and Vika came under the pressure of Artyom's tongue and lips.

Next, Vika and I got into a 69 position; she took my cock in her mouth, and I pressed my chin against her clit. Artyom started fucking Vika, not forgetting to occasionally pull his cock out of her vagina and fuck my mouth with it. The wet cock from Vika's vagina was doubly tasty, and I got immense pleasure from it. "Cum in my mouth," I asked. "Okay," said Artyom, speeding up his thrusts into Vika's vagina. I could feel that up there, Artyom was kneading Vika's breasts and trying to reach her lips. Finally, their lips met, and at that moment, Artyom's cock slammed into my mouth with full force, continuing to fuck it at the same pace, and I felt the familiar taste in my mouth, instinctively swallowing the incoming fluid. At that moment, everyone was moaning and melting, and it was probably the climax of the evening.

After that, Vika relaxed and said she wanted to lie down, and we could continue without her if we wanted. Artyom and I had another drink, sat for a while, and then started preparing for the next round. I licked Artyom's nipples with my tongue and moved to his cock. After some foreplay on his cock and scrotum, his cock returned to normal, and we approached what was planned—sex with the second "girl." We were in the kitchen, and I suggested doing it standing. I lay my chest on the kitchen table, and Artyom, grabbing my hips (just like Vika!), started impaling me on his cock. What was new was that the cock was warm and not as hard as the strap-on. Plus, I could feel it pulsing. Artyom took a not-too-fast rhythm but thrust deeply, so his scrotum slapped against mine. Vika came out to our moans and applauded us approvingly. She approached Artyom, and I could feel them kissing. Vika told him: "Fuck her good, she wants it!" After that, Vika started kissing me on the lips and whispering: "How do you like this kind of sexual variety?" I moaned with pleasure, trying to catch the familiar wave of an approaching orgasm. But I didn't make it—Artyom groaned, thrust into me with all his might, and I felt a rush of warmth inside. I got off Artyom's cock and started licking it with my tongue. Artyom stroked my head and moaned softly. While I was licking and sucking Artyom's cock, Vika went to get the strap-on and, returning, said we needed to finish what we started. She started fucking me, and I didn't let go of Artyom's cock from my mouth. Artyom and Vika exchanged remarks with each other, like "your girlfriend is awesome," "she fucks great," "but she hasn't come yet today, we need to help the girl," etc., and in about 5-7 minutes, I finally caught the familiar wave and came, spraying Artyom's legs.

We continued in the morning, each cumming once. Artyom fucked me again, and I simultaneously licked Vika. This time, I came with Artyom, and that was really great.

Reflecting later on the results of the "meeting of the century," I realized that, in principle, this kind of sexual variety is quite enough for Vika and me. We sometimes meet with Artyom together with Vika in the same format—as "girlfriends"—and sometimes Artyom meets with one of us separately when the other is away. I don't feel jealous of Vika with Artyom, as I also have very good feelings for him. During one of our meetings when I was with him, he came inside me a total of 6 times, though I only came 3 times, but it was a grand sex weekend. My sex with Vika has become brighter, more emotional; after meetings with Artyom, we seem to get an extra boost of sexual energy. Bisexuality allows you to better understand your partner and give them more pleasure. Vika discovered another side of sexuality in me that I would never have known without her. Despite the pleasure I get from sex with Artyom, I don't feel like a homosexual; it's precisely bisexuality. I'm still turned on by Vika, even more than before. After all, she can be both a woman and a man! What more could you want? Recently, Vika asked me—don't I want to meet someone in an FMF format? I don't, I answered. I really don't want that anymore. My wife—the best woman—figured out how to tame me and tamed me. Thank you, Vika!