The Men from the Wedding Toasted My Wife

My wife and I would share all sorts of sexual fantasies and watch porn movies I selected, having a wild romp. The movies we watched generally featured two men fucking a woman, and my suggestions, “Wife, wouldn’t you like to be fucked by two men?”, sparked a similar desire in my wife. Seeing my wife’s excitement in these movies made me even more aroused, and I was even more pleased that she was eager. All the movies I chose featured two men fucking a woman. While my wife was curious about such a thing and wondered about the pleasure it could bring, I continued to fantasize about having my wife with someone else, having her screaming orgasms, and we continued to come up with various fantasies together. But we lacked the courage or the resources to make such a thing a reality.

One day, we were invited to a wedding. The wedding was for one of my wife’s close friends. So my wife had left early for the wedding, and I was going to pick her up that evening. They introduced her to the other guests at the wedding. My wife noticed one of them, Burak, a very polite, gentlemanly man, stealing glances at her, and she felt a little uneasy. Burak found an opportunity to approach my wife, and they began chatting. They continued their conversation until I left. When I arrived in the evening, my wife immediately introduced me to Burak, explaining that he worked in a city we’d previously been to. The wedding was attended by alcoholic drinks; alcoholic drinks were served to the men, and soda and soft drinks to the women. As I chatted with Burak and drank, my wife murmured in my ear, “I want a drink too!” But I refused, saying, “It’s not good for you to drink and drink around men, my love. I’ll fix you something in a minute!”

Then the dancing and dance routines began, followed by the halay. Men and women joined in the halay. The host of the wedding had us both sit down with the aunt. I was on one side of my wife, and Burak was on the other. This excited and tense my wife. I couldn’t quite grasp her excitement and nervousness, but my wife said to me, “You’re high anyway, I want to have a drink and relax!” Burak had overheard our conversation. When the halay was over and we sat down, Burak brought out a tray full of soft drinks. He handed one to my wife and distributed the others to the ladies before saying, “I gave you a vodka drink. I hope you don’t mind?” I assured him it was fine. When my wife realized it was vodka after her first sip, she waved a thank you to Burak. Burak and I drank and chatted more intensely. My wife had finished four glasses of vodka in the meantime and was a little tipsy. I think he was emboldened by the alcohol, he was getting up to dance, getting Burak and me up and playing among us…

The night wore on, the wedding was over, and it was time to head home. When Burak told me he’d be staying with other guests at a place reserved for overnight guests, my wife suggested, “It’ll be too crowded there, he won’t be comfortable. If you’d like, we can take Burak to be our guest?” I agreed, and my wife, unable to hide her excitement, said, “Let’s go home as soon as possible!” We left the wedding house and headed home. When we arrived, I gave Burk my T-shirt and shorts so we could get comfortable, and I changed into my own clothes. We sat in the living room. My wife brought out the appetizers she’d prepared in the kitchen and set out two bottles of vodka. Burak and I stared at my wife in surprise. My wife laughed and said, “It’s a gift from the wedding house. It would have been rude not to! Come on!” and served us drinks.

After each drink, my wife said, “I’ll put on something comfortable!” and got up and went to the bedroom. I knew something was wrong with my wife, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. After a minute or two, I got up to go to the restroom. As I passed, I saw the bedroom door open and my wife had begun to take off her clothes. I slipped into the restroom without a sound. As I left and returned to the living room, my wife was sitting naked in her bedroom, checking out her underwear. It was a flash in my mind, and I knew my wife was up to something tonight. When I got to the living room, Burak also got up to go to the restroom. And of course, since he’d be passing by the bedroom on his way to the restroom, Burak would see my wife naked too. Curious, I secretly peeked after him. It was exactly as I’d imagined: he saw my wife as she passed the bedroom, watched her for a moment, and then went into the restroom. When he left, he looked back into the bedroom and came back into the living room.

A little later, my wife came in wearing a halter top and a short miniskirt, and I was speechless. She was a total sex bomb. When I glanced at Burak, his eyes were practically bulging from their sockets, and he was staring at my wife with his mouth agape. My wife had refilled our drinks and generously sat down on the couch across from us, revealing her lacy panties in all their beauty. I was shocked by his gesture, yet also incredibly aroused. Burak raised his glass, saying, “Drink to this beauty!” We finished our glasses. My wife said, “My love, I feel like dancing!” He got up, put on a slow song on the stereo, and invited me to dance. After we danced for a while, he said, “Kiss me!” I said, “Honey, we have a guest!” My wife said, “If you don’t kiss me, I will!” and began kissing me on the lips. My wife was making love to me lightly while dancing, and Burak watched us in amazement. I, in a daze, tried to respond to my wife, completely at a loss for words.

When the second song started, my wife said, “Let’s not be rude to our guest, let me dance with Burak for a bit!” She sat me down on the couch and invited Burak to dance. As soon as we started dancing, my wife immediately pressed her body against Burak’s and wrapped her arms around his neck. The arrow had already left the bow; my wife made it clear in every way that she wanted to get between the two men as quickly as possible. When my wife started caressing Burak’s neck, Burak seemed to pull back a little nervously and looked at me. When he saw me nod in agreement, they stopped dancing and stood in the middle of the room, kissing wildly. Burak was kissing my wife’s lips, licking her ears, and her neck. When my wife took off her top and threw it on me, I got up and, as they were making out, removed her bra, freeing her ample, firm breasts. When my wife’s breasts were trapped in Burak’s arms, Burak immediately embraced them. He was kissing, sucking, gnawing and biting my wife’s breasts like hungry wolves…

While Burak was tending to my wife’s breasts, I caressed her ass, kissing and licking her back, the tips of her shoulders, and the back of her neck. Finally, it was leading to what both my wife and I had long desired: having my wife with another man. When my wife said, “Come on, love, tear me apart tonight, feed me your cock, and make a toast between you two!” I immediately grabbed her ass, took off her skirt, and began licking her ass and pussy, which were soaked and soggy through her panties, from behind. My wife immediately bent over in front of Burak, pulled down her shorts, and began giving him a blowjob. After I removed my panties, Burak lay on his back on the floor, pulled my wife onto him, and sat her on top of him, thrusting it into her pussy from underneath. I then undressed and put my dick in my wife’s mouth. She sucked my dick like crazy, as if she’d never seen a cock before. Then she released my dick and clung to Burak’s lips. Burak was groping my wife’s breasts, saying to me, “You’re such a lovely and incredible couple! You have a wonderful, super wife!”

When my wife said, “Come on, my love, you come in behind me!” I placed my cock in my wife’s ass and pressed it so hard that my wife screamed in pain mixed with pleasure, biting Burak’s lips, breathing raggedly, wheezing, and moaning. Burak thrust into my wife’s pussy from below, and I thrust into her tight ass from behind, both of us pumping in indescribable pleasure. I’d never seen my wife so eager and desirous, nor myself so aroused. My wife was completely uninhibited and screaming like crazy, “Tear me apart!” Neither of us was idle, working her pussy and ass. After a while, we were all out of breath. Burak said, “I’m about to come!” My wife demanded, “Cum in my mouth!” At that, we both pulled out of my wife and put our cocks in her mouth. Then, we took turns ejaculating on her mouth, face, and breasts.

When Burak and I went to the bathroom, cleaned our cocks, my wife came back, went into the bathroom, cleaned her pussy, ass, and face, then came back and sat between us. We each smoked a cigarette and had another glass each. After that, my wife took Burak’s hand, laid him on his back, and sat on his face. She had him lick her pussy and ass, then leaned over his cock and began sucking it. They were in a 69. It was a stunning scene. I watched them from my chair, playing with my revived cock. Then Burak lifted my wife onto his lap. He kissed her lips, licked her breasts, and slapped her ass. Then, he lifted her by the hips, quickly entered her pussy, and began pumping rapidly. The slurping sounds of his pumping made my wife move like she was going crazy with pleasure. Burak then picked up my wife again, turned her over, and this time, he sat her upside down on his lap, this time entering her ass. He was rapidly fucking her ass, squeezing her breasts with one hand and caressing her pussy with the other. My wife closed her eyes as if in a trance, moaning with pleasure.

Meanwhile, I was thoroughly aroused as I watched my wife being fucked; my cock was incredibly hard. I went over to them, and with Burak’s cock still in my wife’s ass, I leaned my wife’s back against his chest, spread her legs wide, and inserted my cock into her pussy. I was kissing her breasts and sucking on her lips. My wife screamed and orgasmed repeatedly between Burak and me. After fucking her in this position for a while, Burak growled, “I’m coming!” and before she could get off, he exploded into my ass. I continued fucking my wife’s pussy. Burak’s cock had shrunk and slipped out of her ass. As we changed positions, Burak had moved to the couch. I bent my wife over, facing Burak, and I was thrusting into her pussy and ass from behind. Meanwhile, my wife took Burak’s cock in her mouth, trying to wake him up again. It was a magnificent sight, and soon I was gurgling and coming into my wife’s pussy.

After catching her breath, my wife went to the shower. A little later, we followed her in. Burak moved in front of her, and they began kissing, standing under the water. I hugged my wife from behind, kissing her nape, neck, and ears, and squeezing her hips. Burak moved from my lips to her breasts, then down to her pussy, filling it with his tongue. My wife pressed her ass against mine, rubbing against my cock. Then Burak embraced my wife and positioned her firmly inside her pussy. My wife wrapped her legs around Burak’s waist, moving them slowly. I then slowly entered her ass. Under the shower, my wife and Burak were in our arms, taking her to the point of licking her. We fucked my wife until we were all ejaculated, then washed up and left the shower. We each smoked another cigarette in the living room and went to the bedroom. We were going to sleep, but my wife had no intention of leaving us alone; she had already begun playing with the two tiny penises lying to her left and right. We fucked my wife a few more times in various positions until the first light of dawn, and then we went to sleep…

Towards noon, I woke up to my wife’s moans, and she was jumping on Burak’s lap. Seeing me awake, my wife put her hand on my cock and woke it up as well. Burak and I fucked my wife one last time, making toast, and we concluded our adventure. After a nice shower and breakfast, we said goodbye to Burak. After Burak left, my wife kissed me and said, “My love, I can’t tell you how aroused I was when I woke up between two naked men in my bed! The night you gave me was unbelievably beautiful!” She thanked me profusely. I said, “My love, I thank you for the pleasure you gave me. You’re amazing, my dear!” and carried my wife to bed. After a long kiss and lovemaking, we fell asleep, both exhausted and happy from the night we had, wrapped in each other’s arms.