Watching My Wife Break -Part 3- First encounter

Lena promised me that she would always be honest from now on. She would never hide anything anymore.
She sat next to me, on the edge of the bed. Her mobile was set in speaker mode, and she put it between her thighs. Her voice trembled, a mix of lingering arousal and nervous anticipation. “Stefan, it’s Lena. Saturday was… intense. Wiktor arrived back home early. I told him everything about us. He was shocked and fucked me in a rough way; first my pussy and then he deprived my asshole. He called me a slut but agreed to your proposal to meet. I want you and Carolina to come over next Saturday afternoon.”
She paused, listening to Stefan’s low chuckle. “Good. Be ready and remember you will still need to confess everything to Carolina.” Stefan praised her obedience and disconnected. My cock twitched in my trousers as I imagined Lena’s naked body, her pussy glistening…
Later that evening, my phone buzzed. A text from Stefan flashed on the screen: “Pub. 8?PM. Corner booth. Carolina and I want to talk. Come alone.”
My heart hammered. I replied instantly: “On my way.” I told Lena that I had to drive up to the office to get something. I took the car and went to the pub to meet Stefan and Caroline.

The pub was dim. I slid into the booth opposite Stefan and Carolina. Stefan wore a tight black shirt that stretched over his chest, his jaw clenched. Carolina’s dark hair fell over her shoulders, her emerald dress hugging her tanned curves, her nipples visible through the thin fabric.
“I know that Lena told you everything,” Stefan said, his voice low. “She confessed our affair, the sex, how she begged for more. I hope you're not mad at me and forgive your neighbor. She needed help, and Carolina and I wanted to help her.”
Carolina smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips. “Stefan and I have an open marriage. We’ve lived this way for years.” She paused, watching my reaction. “So, to be clear, I have absolutely no regrets about him having sex with Lena. In fact, I find the idea quite stimulating.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. My cock jumped, straining against the zipper. A surge of heat flooded my gut, my breath shallow. I felt my palms sweat, the scent of her perfume mixing with the musk of sweat on Stefan’s neck.
“So you want us to keep this going?” I asked, my voice rough.
Stefan leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine. “Exactly. Next Saturday, at your place. We’ll show you how it’s done.”
Carolina reached across the table, her fingertips brushing my wrist, sending a jolt straight to my cock. I said: “We’ll be waiting.”

The Saturday sun hung high. I opened the front door to welcome Stefan and Carolina standing on the porch, both smiling. I invited them inside and closed the door behind. Lena stood behind me, trembling in a sheer white dress that clung to her slim body. The fabric was translucent enough to reveal the erect nipples straining against the material and that she didn’t wear any underwear.
“Hello, neighbors,” Carolina said, her eyes locking onto Lena’s exposed body. We kissed each other as a greeting—cheek to cheek, lips brushing, the scent of her perfume mingling with Lena’s faint sweat. I offered drinks; we raised glasses of champagne, the bubbles tickling our noses.
Stefan and Carolina sank onto the sofa, Stefan’s arm draped over the back, Carolina’s legs crossed, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood. Lena handed us the glasses, her hands shaking slightly.

Stefan turned to Lena, his voice was hard. “Lena, you told me you wanted to share something important.”
Silence stretched. Lena didn’t dare to raise her blue eyes; her lower lip was trembling. Carolina’s voice cut through the quiet, low and impatient. “The silence is becoming tedious, Lena. Stefan says you have something to tell us.”
Lena swallowed, her gaze flicking to me for a split second before I gave a barely perceptible nod.
“I… I seduced Stefan,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I’ve been fucking him for three months. I wanted him. I begged him. I’m a slut.”
Carolina’s expression shifted from indifference to dark satisfaction. She uncrossed her legs, stood, and walked toward Lena. Her heels clicked sharply. She stopped inches away, then gripped the sheer fabric of Lena’s dress and ripped it open. The sound of tearing cloth echoed through the room. The dress fell away, leaving Lena completely naked, her pale skin flushed with shame and arousal.
Carolina peeled off her emerald dress in one fluid motion, revealing her full, tanned body. Her breasts were firm and dark, nipples perky and hard. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already glistening with moisture.
“On your back. Now,” Carolina commanded.
Lena obeyed instantly, dropping to the floor and spreading her legs. Carolina moved over her, positioning their bodies in a perfect 69. I watched from the edge of the sofa, my hand was already moving to my crotch, feeling my cock harden against my trousers.
Carolina gripped Lena’s head, guiding her face into her shaved pussy. “Lick. Taste me.”
Lena’s tongue touched her pussy lips tentatively at first, then more confidently. She began to lick and suck greedily, her mouth was working Carolina’s clit. At the same time, Carolina dove down and enveloped Lena’s clit with her lips. Wet, squelching noises filled the room. Lena let out a muffled moan, her hips bucking against Carolina’s mouth.
I pulled out my dick and stroked it. Now it was fully hard and straining. Stefan did the same, his eyes fixed on the women writhing on the floor. The sight of my wife eating another woman’s pussy while being eaten herself sent electric shocks through my body.
Carolina flipped their bodies, scissoring their legs, pressing their wet slits together. They moaned loudly, lost in mutual pleasure. Lena’s fingers dug into Carolina’s hips, her knuckles white. Carolina’s breath came in ragged gasps. They ground against each other, faster and faster, until Lena let out a sharp cry and her body shook with climax. A moment later, Carolina followed, her back arching, a long moan escaping her lips.
They collapsed in a heap, drenched in each other’s juices.
Carolina looked up at me, her brown eyes glazed. She said: “You’ve repaid your sins, Lena.” She turned to me. “Stefan can take Lena as his mistress. He can fuck her whenever he wants, if you agree.”
My blood was on fire. The sight of my wife eating pussy, the raw energy in the room—it all pushed me over the edge. “I’m more than okay with it,” I growled. “Stefan is always welcome to take care of Lena.”

I grabbed Carolina by the hips and pulled her away from Lena. She didn’t resist. I shoved her down onto the floor, on her back, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was still wet from the scissoring, glistening and inviting. I positioned myself between her thighs and drove my cock into her in one brutal thrust.
Carolina let out a guttural moan, her head snapping back against the floor. I began to pound into her with primal force, my hips slapping against her ass, the wet sound of my shaft sliding in and out of her tight cunt filling the room. I leaned down, grabbing her full breasts and squeezing, twisting her nipples until she gasped.
Meanwhile, Stefan had pulled Lena up from the floor. He guided her to her knees in front of him. Lena looked up with obedient eyes, her mouth already open. Stefan released his thick, veiny cock from his pants. It was hard, pulsing, the head purple and slick with pre?cum.
Lena leaned forward and took him deep into her throat. She gagged but didn’t stop. She swallowed around him, her tongue swirling, working the entire length. Stefan groaned, gripping her hair, and began to thrust his hips, fucking her mouth.
Next he pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the sofa. Her ass pointed at him, her pussy dripping. He shoved his cock into her cunt from behind, slamming deep. Lena let out a muffled scream into the cushion.
I watched over Carolina’s shoulder as Stefan fucked my wife while I was buried inside his wife. Carolina’s legs were wrapped around my waist, her nails raking down my back. I kept pumping, faster and harder, feeling her internal muscles clamp around me. The room was a symphony of wet sounds, grunts, and cries.
I came inside Carolina with a roar, my seed spilling deep into her. She climaxed a second later, her body shuddering violently beneath me. At the same moment, Stefan drove into Lena with a final, deep thrust and filled her pussy with his hot cum.
The hunger was insatiable.
Stefan pulled out of Lena and stood up. Lena immediately dropped back to her knees, her cock-hungry mouth found his dick again. She sucked him with renewed desperation, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes watering as she took him to the base.
I saw my chance. I crawled behind Lena, my cock still hard and slick with Carolina’s juices. I spread Lena’s ass cheeks and positioned myself at her tight, puckered hole. I pushed forward, sliding into her asshole in one smooth, wet motion.
Lena’s muffled scream vibrated around Stefan’s shaft. I began to fuck her ass while she sucked Stefan’s cock. The rhythm was brutal, raw. My hips drove into her with relentless force, her ass slapping against my thighs. Stefan kept thrusting into her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair.
Carolina had sat up, her legs spread open. She was watching us, her hand moving between her thighs, rubbing her clit in slow, circular motions. Her eyes were fixed on the scene—her husband’s cock in my wife’s throat while my cock filled her ass.
“Fuck… that’s so hot,” Carolina breathed, her fingers moving faster.
The sight of her masturbating, the feeling of Lena’s tight ass gripping my shaft, the sound of her gagging on Stefan’s cock—it all built to an explosive peak. Lena was the first to break, her entire body convulsing as a violent orgasm ripped through her. Her internal muscles clamped down on my cock like a vise, triggering my own climax. I shot deep into her ass, groaning through clenched teeth.
Stefan pulled out of her mouth and erupted across her face and neck, thick white ropes of cum coating her skin. Carolina, seeing us finish, reached down and rubbed herself harder. Her own orgasm hit her in a wave that left her collapsing onto the floor beside us.

We lay there in the silence that followed, four naked, exhausted people drenched in sweat and love juices. Lena was on her back, cum dripping from her face and asshole. Carolina was curled against my side, her breathing ragged. Stefan sat upright, his chest heaving.
The air was thick with the smell of sex—musky, sweet, primal. The sounds of our breathing slowly returned to normal.
Stefan finally spoke, breaking the silence.
“Now that the introductions are over,” he said, glancing at me with a smirk, “I think it’s time we told you the truth. Carolina and I have been swingers for years. We hope you will still be friends and can share many more such beautiful moments together, like the one today.”
I felt a grin spread across my face. Lena looked up at me, her eyes wide, but there was no fear in them—only a new, hungry curiosity.
I looked at Carolina, then at Stefan, and nodded. “I think we’re going to get along just fine.”