All our life is a GAME!

Another anniversary of my birthday was approaching, and I had absolutely no desire to celebrate it. It wasn't a milestone year, and I just wasn't in the mood, so I decided I wouldn't have a birthday party, but would only invite my best friend Nikita over to sit and have a few drinks. My wife, by the way—meet her, her name is Katya—was very upset, as she loves all kinds of events and holidays, loves to dress beautifully and provocatively so that all the men look at her, but she has never once cheated on me (at least, she has never given me any reason to think about it). She said,

that I was depriving her of an extra reason to have fun, but that didn't change my decision at all.

And then the day came.

Katya started trying to please me from the very morning. As soon as I woke up, she began to caress me and press her firm buttocks against me. Naturally, my cock couldn't help but react to the tender touches, so within a few seconds we were having passionate sex. We indulged in lovemaking slowly, as it was a day off and there was no need to rush anywhere. I generally love morning sex—it's the key to a good mood for the whole day.

Closer to evening, Nikita arrived. Despite the fact that I didn't want any festive atmosphere, Katya insisted on setting up the table not in the kitchen but in the living room, as it was cozier and, I would even say, more romantic. And really, why sit on kitchen chairs when you can lounge in an armchair.

While talking, we unnoticeably drank two bottles of wine and just as unnoticeably opened a bottle of expensive cognac that some grateful clients had once given me. Katya was clearly trying to get the most out of this gathering and drank almost as much as we did. I noticed she was already reacting very actively to all the jokes, bursting into ringing laughter, and Nikita and I were also in a very relaxed state. Katerina seemed to have forgotten what she was wearing and that my friend was in the room. Nikita and I were sitting on the sofa, and she was opposite us in an armchair. Every time she reached for the salad, a very attractive view for the male eye opened up: her tits were almost completely peeking out from the deep neckline, only the nipples remained under the dress. Then, crossing her legs and not quite controlling the process, she would touch us with her feet, or when getting up from the table, she would accidentally catch on it and her dress would ride up so that the tops of her stockings were revealed to our gaze. In such moments, Nikita simply devoured the exposed parts of my wife's body with his eyes, parts hidden from him on ordinary days. Each time, we both slightly opened our mouths and began joking about adult topics.

Since Katya and I have been living together for 7 years, to add variety to our sex life we often fantasized about infidelity. I often made up stories about how Katya practically flirts with another man right in front of me, and then I find her having sex with him in some room and watch the process until the end. This wildly excites both of us.

And against this backdrop, a crazy thought came to my mind: why not realize a similar story today! Just from the thought, my cock tensed and pressed against my fly.

When the bottle of cognac was almost empty, simply drinking and talking became not very interesting anymore, and I suggested playing some game. There were very few people, so we settled on poker. We unanimously decided to play for wishes, as I am categorically against playing for money. At first, as always happens, the wishes were very simple, like hop on one foot, show the lion pose, etc. It was fun. We got so carried away that when she won, Katerina asked us to take off everything except our jeans. "Harmless!", I thought. Nikita was surprised by this, did as asked, but as I understood later, he interpreted it in his own way and after his win, he asked the losers, i.e., Katya and me, to kiss passionately. We got up from the table, embraced, and merged in a prolonged French kiss. From the contact of our bodies in the groin area, a wave of sensuality washed over me, and my hands began to caress my wife's body through her dress. One hand on autopilot slid down to the firm, round buttocks, and the other went to the upper hills of the third size. Even through the dress, I felt the heat emanating from Katya's body. She closed her eyes in pleasure, and at some point, I glanced at Nikita. He was reveling in this sight, and something was treacherously bulging in his jeans. I felt the evening would end according to my plan.

Nikita was meanwhile kneading my beloved's tits, twisting her hard nipples with his fingers, and in rhythm with my movements, pressing hard against Katya's buttocks. The level of arousal was very high, so neither I nor Katya could hold out for long. First, she started breathing very deeply

and arched her back like a bow, accompanying it all with loud cries, and then I, from everything that was happening, began to cum violently inside her. Then our bodies went limp, I pulled out my cock, and waves of semen flowed down the inner parts of Katya's thighs. But there was still Nikita with his cock swollen to enormous size. As soon as I fell into the armchair, he bent Katya forward, and she braced her hands against the wall for more stability, and, slightly lifting her dress, entered her from behind. Katya exhaled deeply. She probably immediately determined by the size whose cock had just penetrated her. My cock looked simply toy-like compared to Nikita's. Even though I had just stretched my wife's hole, despite the amount of lubrication and flowing semen, Nikita moved quite tightly, and Katya accompanied the process with deep and loud moans. I was surprised, but after about five minutes, Katya began pushing off the wall forcefully with both hands, trying to impale herself as deeply as possible on my best friend's cock, and, arching her back strongly, came again. She had never had two orgasms in a row before.