Desires aligned with possibilities

And so I begin my story. My wife and I, her name is Fatima, but all friends and close ones call her Fata. A striking brunette with a third cup size, a gorgeous ass, short haircut, and a beautiful figure. In short, a real Eastern woman. Even after childbirth, her figure hasn't changed. And I, your humble servant. My name is Zaur. Average height, brunette. I'm 32, my wife is 29.

Since we live in a Muslim country, hinting to my wife about a group thing could lead to divorce, and if others find out, it would bring shame upon the entire family. Therefore, the approach to this matter must be delicate, calculated, and most importantly, extremely confidential. I adore

sex, in all its variations. But my wife doesn't like anal sex, or rather, didn't like it. It was unpleasant and painful for her. I ordered a dildo from the internet, but the thinnest one at the start with a gradual increase in thickness. So she allowed me to use it depending on her mood. Once a month. And she's become passive lately. Though her trump card was a great blowjob. She sucks wonderfully. But that wasn't enough for me. And I had to get a mistress to satisfy my whims

And so, summer, vacation season. We decided to vacation in Turkey, like most of the rest of the former USSR. This year we decided not to take the kids, but to cut loose ourselves. Settled in the hotel, after a hearty lunch, sipping beer, I decided to think about my cunning plan. The more I thought, the scarier it became, what if she doesn't take it well, and that's it.

Yeah, I thought. I want it, but it's scary. So the days passed, and with each one I became gloomier. And then, sunbathing by the pool, I noticed that two teenagers were staring at my wife. I got hard immediately, they fit right into my fantasies. They were 15-18 years old, as it turned out later.

 — Fata, hey Fata, I addressed my wife.

 — what do you want?

 — look at them, just don't give yourself away. They're watching and discussing you. And scratching their dicks. You're so beautiful, so sexy after all.

 — is that a compliment? And a mysterious smile appeared on her face, which I liked. — and who's watching like that, at least explain, there are so many people here.

 — the guys opposite us, on the other side of the pool

 — funny. Probably missing their own girls.

 — or virgins, I said and we laughed.

 — listen Fata. Does it turn you on when other men look at you. I suddenly asked.

 — are you jealous?

 — well, you can't keep an eye on everyone

 — it doesn't turn me on, but it's pleasant, answered Fatima

Sooo, I thought, maybe nothing will work out. And after a minute of silence, Fatima herself asked me

 — and do you like it when other men stare at me and think about various things.

The question was a tough one, and everything depended on the answer. Either my dream or... I didn't even want to think about the 'or'.

 — well, how to put it, in our city, I would strangle anyone. But here, in a foreign country, somehow I feel proud of you

 — and at home you're not proud?

Damn, just what I needed, an argument.

 — I'm always proud of you, my sunshine

I looked at the teenagers again

 — look, I say, they're going to jerk off to you now. They'll imagine how they please you and cum from that.

Damn what am I saying. She'll misunderstand. Although... it's too late, be more decisive. After all, I can justify it by saying I was testing her.

 — I see, that really turns you on a lot, Zaurchik. And she raised herself, trying to look me in the eyes, but her sunglasses were in the way

 — Yes, it turns me on.

 — don't be silly, I'm your wife. Have you gone crazy?

I tried to read the expression on her face, but it was very difficult. I didn't know if her red face was from the sun or anger.

 — you haven't made a discovery. I know you're my wife. But admit honestly, haven't you ever liked someone so much that you wanted to give yourself to them

 — you have a fever, my dear. Go take a dip in the pool.

 — everything's fine, don't get worked up. We're having a friendly chat. And I swear, no matter how you answer, it won't change anything.

She put her head down and turned away. Yeeeah, I thought. If she's thinking about it, then it has happened. But I was curious, would she admit it or not. And suddenly, after a short pause, she uttered

 — yes... it has

 — and more than once, probably

 — leave me alone. And a sly smile appeared on her face. — but thoughts don't count, right Zaur

 — of course, my joy. And what about these guys?

 — they're kids

 — so what. Doesn't a little thought run through your head, how two young, virgin bodies, trembling, caress you.

 — two? She asked in surprise

 — did you like one of them separately. My wife raised her head to look at them more carefully again.

 — well, both are cute, though one is a bit chubby, but sweet. Listen, you're so hard, and she smiled. You're really turned on by our conversation.

 — and you're not aroused?

 — so what, are you going to invite them over so they can fuck me?

 — if you want it? And I'll join them myself.

 — what am I to you, some kind of whore, to fuck with three guys in turn.

She's still playing hard to get, doesn't want to give in right away

 — if you're my little whore, I'll only be happy. And why in turn, and not at the same time? My joy, lately, our sex has become kind of dry, without passion. Maybe this will turn you on somehow?

 — just don't say you're doing this for me

 — both for you, and for myself. I love you very much, and I want everything to be perfect for us.

These words made a very strong impression on her. She smiled, stood up, and kissed me passionately.

 — and how are you going to tell them? Guys, do you want to fuck my wife?

 — leave it to me

 — at the same time, that's what I understand

 — yes

 — and in the ass too?

 — as you wish

 — I'm going in the pool

And with those words she jumped into the water. I couldn't stand up anymore, my cock was rock hard. And I had to follow my wife to cool down somehow

Ten minutes later, I got out of the water and headed towards the guys.

 — hey guys

 — hello, both answered

 — where are you from?

 — from Russia, answered the chubbier one

 — city of Salair, know it?

 — damn, where is that? I asked smiling

 — Kemerovo region, Siberia

 — yeah, pretty far. Came with parents?

 — yes, boring with them.

I decided to treat them to beer, to which the guys refused, as they don't drink. That pleased me. But still we sat down at a table near the bar and started a casual conversation. One was named Dima, he was 18. He had a nice body, you could see he worked out. The chubby one was named Oleg, he was n. Both were intellectually developed guys.

Finally, I steered the conversation towards girls and sex. The guys got fidgety. As it turned out, they were virgins. I was even surprised they admitted it to me so readily. To which they replied that anyway after we leave we'll never see each other again. I liked their train of thought. And they were virgins because there were few girls their age at school, and they were all taken.

 — and are there any girls here, or maybe women, that you like?

 — yeah, many

 — and one of them is my wife. I asked directly

They blushed and started to object.

 — alright guys, there's nothing wrong here. And you were staring at her so much it was impossible not to notice

 — sorry, but she's very beautiful.

 — wanted to jump on her? I asked with a smile.

 — thought about it. Both exchanged glances with a smile.

 — she doesn't mind, but there are conditions: first, your parents must not know about this, and no one should know at all. So think about how to get away from them. Second, you must be completely shaved in your intimate areas. Third, cleanliness of your body.

They couldn't hide their excitement. Their eyes lit up.

 — they're leaving tomorrow morning for the whole day, and won't be back until evening, said Dima

 — well, excellent. Then until tomorrow don't masturbate, so you can fill her with all your cum.

 — we won't, the guys laughed

 — do you masturbate often? I was curious, how long they'd last

 — rarely, when alone, said Oleg, and it became clear he'd let it slip.

 — I don't get it, what do you mean, when alone. And when you're together, what do you do?

Both blushed and started to change the subject.

 — guys, that's not fair. Tomorrow I'm arranging an orgy for you, where my wife will satisfy all three of us simultaneously. Not everyone gets such a loss of virginity. And you're keeping secrets from me.

 — Well, Olezka, shall we spill? said Dima

 — sure

 — Well... we... each other this...

 — fuck each other or what? I couldn't hold back

 — yeah.

 — well, good for you, I'll say. That's good. But this stays between us. We'll talk about this later.

We said goodbye, agreed to meet tomorrow at noon, and I went to my beloved.

 — well, did you offer me to them?

 — they're virgins, that's good. Won't need condoms. I was just thinking, so you'd be all covered in cum

 — you're such a pervert, and I didn't even suspect it. But you know, I don't like the taste of cum

 — and I'm not asking you to swallow it. I want it to be in you and on you.

 — damn, I'm turned on, didn't expect that from myself. Maybe let's go to the room, honey? And she looked at me with a tender, cat-like gaze

 — maybe, wait until tomorrow? I suggested — today we rest, tomorrow we sleep in, have a late breakfast, and then... by the way, wear the most erotic lingerie, get into the role of a lustful whore.

 — I'll try.

The day passed tensely. Both of us felt nervous. After all, tomorrow a door to a new stage in our relationship was opening. And both of us didn't know what would become of us afterwards, how we would feel about each other.

Finally, morning came. We woke up so late we barely made it to the late breakfast. After sunbathing a bit on the beach, my wife went to the room to prepare for the upcoming event. And I went to get the guys. Both were sitting by the pool. Their nervousness was palpable. I approached, we greeted each other, and I told them to come to our room in half an hour.

 — oh yeah guys, call her Aunt Fatima, that will turn her on more.

Coming to the room, I took another shower and came out of the bathroom. What I saw was so shocking I was speechless.

 — well, do you like your whore?

I barely restrained myself from fucking her right then. She was wearing a short, silky black nightgown, under which her nipples protruded. Nothing else. Her makeup was done as if she were an expensive prostitute in some brothel. A knock on the door brought me back to earth. I opened it, our heroes were on the threshold.

 — come in guys