My friend with my wife's ass

Years ago my wife and I went to our apartment in San Vicente for an extended vacation. We arrived on Wednesday night and went to bed. We stayed all morning in the apartment, talking, resting, when the doorbell rang. My wife went to open the door, and it was Paulo, a divorced colleague of mine, who because I knew he lived alone, I always invited to go with us to the beach. This was not the first time he had come, he had even spent the new year with us. He came in and greeted us and asked about the children. We said that they had gone on a trip with my parents, so he said that he would be disturbing the honeymoon of the lovebirds. We laughed and said that nothing like that, we were just resting, and that he was welcome. So he opened his backpack, and he pulled out two bottles of Chilean wine and a bag of groceries, and he said that he was going to make a fondue for us, that even though it's not cold on the beach, the rainy weather would be ideal for this kind of meal, and my wife loved the idea, and we would have a really nice dinner. We went out, we went to a bar in the afternoon, we had a few drinks, we went for a walk on the beach and we went back to the apartment. My wife went to cool off and put on a short, well-decorated white dress of very fine cotton. Our friend made a tearful compliment and said who was a lucky guy to have such a beautiful wife and so on. I noticed that my wife blushed a little, but I know that she was very flattered as I was. I also knew that she thought that my friend was a very cool guy, and in some of our trances she had already commented to me that she thought he was a man's penis. Then I realized that by putting on the gown she was trying to take advantage of the situation of being just the three of us in the apartment. Paul made the fondue, we drank wine, and he told us that he had met a very nice woman and that he was about to marry her, in fact he ended up marrying her after he got her pregnant, but going back to the story, he said it was love at first sight. That they went to a motel and wing, which was all modest, went to take a bath, went into the bathroom and just undressed there. As she hadn't brought the towel, he said that she undressed and that he took the towel hanging on the stick that was hard as a rock. He said that she had the biggest shock to see that. We laughed and my wife said with an air of silliness, that I had never done this for her. I laughed and said that only if it was a face towel and that I would have to help with the hand. The weather was getting hot and Paul said that it was because he had been for a long time without a wife and that she had aroused a lot of excitement. We continued to drink, and my wife went to the stereo and put on a Rita Lee tape and we began to enjoy the sound. My wife seemed to be very tall and very excited. She came to me and kissed me. She came into the room and said that she was going to take a bath and looked at us with an air of pure horny. Paul and I were silent. We heard the shower turned on and I didn't hear the noise of the closed door. Maybe from the effect of the wine, maybe for the moment, I took courage, and even Paul being a colleague, I took a risk and said. Why don't you take the towel to her? Maybe she is in need. He looked at me for long seconds, and also maybe from the moment of lust and tension, and the wine, he stood up. He took off the bermuda to the shirt, and the sling, and entered the room. I stood for a while, paralyzed without going back. A few minutes went by, and I was in the still room, listening to the music, sipping more wine, and I started to hear whispers coming from the bedroom. I slowly approached the bedroom door, and what I saw was very, very exciting. My naked wife was kneeling at the foot of the bed, sucking on a big, brown cock from our friend who was sitting on our bed with his eyes closed, naked as well. Then she got up and sat down with her little mouthpiece fitting into the portentous pole. She went down slowly and moaning. Then she started riding like crazy. Moving her head with her hairpin like a housekeeper, back and forth. Shouting that it was delicious, that she wanted to give it to him so much. She said that his pussy was delicious. That I should be quiet, pure, that she was loving him. That she wanted to be with him all her life. Stepping on him. Stuff like that. She had several orgasms and when he finally enjoyed, they fell exhausted in bed. He got up and went to the bathroom. I approached and kissed my wife who hugged me warmly and told me that it had been great, that Paul was a first-class macho, and that it was for me to stay calm, he would know how to keep a secret. I told her that I wasn't worried about it. That I trusted Paul, and that I was amazed by what I saw. I told her that I loved her more and more. I lowered my mouth to her sex, still warm and super wet. And I gave a big kiss on her little lap. I went to the living room and waited for Paul, who kind of clumsily came to try to explain to me. I raised my hand, and told him that we trusted his discretion, and after calming him down, I explained that we had been practicing menage for some time, that I was releasing my wife. He listened attentively and wonderfully saying that he thought that this was the best way to conduct a marriage. He said that maybe if they acted like this, their marriage would not have come to an end. I told him how we started, I told him that this guy that she had seen in my house, with my children, was a lover of my wife for more than three years, that now they were kind of shaken, because he was engaged and the bride was suspicious, and so on. I took the opportunity and told him that if he liked it, he would be free to look for my wife whenever he wanted, because she had liked him very much. He thanked me, gave me a big hug, and said that I was the best friend he'd ever had. (Laughter) In short, we stayed until Sunday in the apartment, with them fucking everything that's handy, even the ass he ate, and made fun of inside. (Laughter) We didn't care about the rain that didn't stop falling. Our long vacation was great. We went back to São Paulo, and they still went out for a long time. It was great. Today I have no more contact with Paul. He married as I said before, and I also heard that he had already separated again. And then when my bitch calls me a horn, I go crazy...