Me, my wife Olga, and our friend German

This story won't have any extraordinary fucking scenes; it simply describes the relationship between a husband—that is, me, whose only merits were a 17 cm dick with a 5 cm girth and a large glans, and nothing else—my wife Olga, who was all merits: boobs a size +4 (though they didn't stand out, they also didn't sag like a spaniel's ears), a hint of a belly that gave her greater sexiness, a prominent ass of size 50 (she's convinced her ass is size 48, but anyone who saw her standing doggy-style even doubted size 50), plump thighs and yet slender legs, and my friend and colleague German, of average height, with a decent belly, perpetually

disheveled, any clothing hung on him like a sack, always covered in cigarette ash and... a 13 cm dick. Despite this, all the women in our department loved him; he had been married three times, then gave up on that business, getting by with casual flings. When I introduced him to my wife, they developed some interesting relationship—like an older sister and a younger brother. She was aware of all his romantic affairs. The first hint of something unusual appeared at a party; German seemed to have overindulged, though as I recalled later, he drank less than usual that evening. Olga took him out to the balcony for some air; I didn't keep an eye on them, as I was captivated by one lady's ass—I have a weakness for women's asses. However, when they came back from the balcony, it caught my eye that Olga was adjusting the hem of her dress, but that thought instantly