The last day of vacation

It so happened that I had to finish my vacation alone, as my husband was called into work. Not wanting to waste my days off, I decided to go to the beach every morning to get plenty of sun and swimming. My husband would drop me off there on his way to work in the morning, and in the afternoon he would pick me up and we would go home together for lunch. That's how it went for a couple of days, but on the third day, I got so fed up that I decided to leave earlier and go home without waiting for him to pick me up. I planned to call him from home and tell him not to come. And that's what I did.

I approach the house and see our car parked by the entrance. Hmm... interesting... Treacherous thoughts immediately started creeping into my head... So, knowing

that I'm roasting in the sun, he brought his mistress home and they are calmly tumbling in bed right now.

And I imagined it all so vividly...

My legs started trembling, my heart was pounding wildly in my chest, adrenaline was off the charts. Jealousy and the desire to see my husband fucking another woman were battling inside me. Curiosity ultimately won out. I wonder, does he do it the same way as with me? Or does the other woman dictate her terms and do something differently than I do. Maybe she's better and I have something to learn from her? God, how aroused I got just from these thoughts. I approach the apartment, carefully open the front door... Yes, I was right—he's not alone. There are women's sandals in the hallway, a strange purse on the console table, and music and rather unambiguous sounds are coming from the room. My heart is ready to jump out—it's beating so hard. And my panties are already wet. Damn! How I want to watch this! Just don't scare them off! There's a mirror in the hallway that shows a part of the room. I position myself to get a better view.

He was still in his underwear, but she was already completely naked. So, I arrived right at the beginning! Her figure is just right! A neat, firm butt, a thin waist, and small breasts. She was standing with her legs wide apart, and he was on his knees in front of her, licking her clitoris. I know how good he is at that! My hand went into my panties on its own... My husband stood up, she removed the rest of his clothes. He decisively tilted her head towards his cock. Well, I haven't seen anything new yet, but it's terribly arousing. Without thinking twice, I took off my panties, unbuttoned my beach robe. And I started pleasuring myself in earnest, not forgetting to glance at the "neighbors."

My husband positioned her so that she was standing on straight legs with her head down. Her butt was sticking up, invitingly beckoning. It's good that my husband had his back to me, so I didn't have to worry about him seeing me in the mirror. They were both already on edge. Her lips were wet and parted. She started wiggling her butt invitingly. My husband didn't need much persuasion; he drove his tool into her depths with pleasure. To his frantic rhythm, I shoved four fingers inside myself, trying to find that damn "G-spot"! My husband's mistress was moaning and squealing. I, however, had to hold back my moans. I wonder, will he take her in the ass? Or does she not allow it?

And then they changed positions. My husband sat on the sofa, and she positioned herself on top of him, facing away. I had a good view of her swaying breasts and how she was impaling herself all the way down onto him. Her eyes were closed in pleasure, her mouth slightly open. And suddenly I desperately wanted to merge with her in a kiss, to squeeze her breasts, to feel the scent of sex emanating from them. My robe had long been lying on the floor next to my underwear. My arousal was off the charts, so I couldn't think straight anymore. On trembling legs, I walk into their room. I caught my husband's surprised look. And there was something to be surprised about: a naked wife, seeing her husband's infidelity, is smiling, signaling to continue, and starts caressing and kissing the mistress herself. The girl was frightened for a moment but then joined in the game. Especially since she didn't really care about my and my husband's relationship.

And I finally gave free rein to my fantasy about a threesome! My husband was stunned at first but decided it was better to be ravished by two hungry women than by one furious wife. His girl was simply wonderful. You could tell she had experience with such relationships and became the unofficial leader of the process. It was non-stop fucking. What positions didn't we try! I especially liked it when I was lying on top of her, face to face, and he was inserting himself into us alternately. The rhythm was transmitted to everyone. She came first in that position. She crawled out from under me and sat down in an armchair to catch her breath. But I hadn't come yet! My darling put me on my knees and started inserting his cock into my ass. I moaned and writhed, impaling myself further and further. The girl couldn't resist and dove under me, started licking my clitoris. That was amazing! I've never had sex like that before! I came for about five minutes, not shy about screaming at the top of my lungs.

— I want it in the ass too — said the mistress and offered her butt.

— No way, — my husband objected. — Let me rest a bit, so you get on top of it yourself.

He sat in the armchair, and she started impaling her rear onto his protruding cock. What a sight. Watching your husband fuck another woman—it's terribly arousing, jealousy fades into the background. And then I couldn't resist anymore and kissed both of them, trying to somehow wedge myself into the process. But then my husband couldn't hold back anymore and came on her back. The three of us were pretty tired by now. I brought some cold mineral water from the fridge.

— So? Are we done? — asked my husband.

— No, — I said decisively. — You still owe me.

They looked at each other in confusion.

— You're both going to bring me to orgasm one more time now. Let's go to the bed.

I got up and was the first to go to the bedroom.

— I want her to fuck me with her hand, and you will help her.

While she was lubricating her palm with lube, he was caressing me with his tongue. I felt like Cleopatra surrounded by slaves. And then she started... First three fingers, then four... I writhed and moaned in pleasure. My darling decided not to waste time and inserted his already hard tool into her again. This made her even more active in pushing her palm into my depths. I felt her palm slip completely inside me. Her playful fingers began exploring all my hidden corners and spots. From the pleasure I was receiving, my vision darkened. The wave of the approaching orgasm was already forming at the tip of my clitoris. She quickened the rhythm and the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I think she came with me.

Exhausted, all three of us collapsed onto the sofa.

... All of this flashed through my mind as I was walking up to my floor. With a trembling hand, I open the door... My husband is sitting, doubled over with stomach pain on a stool, trying to find the right medicine in the first aid kit. I can't help but start laughing.

— What are you laughing at? You'd better help me find the medicine! — he said, offended.

Now I don't know what I want more...