“It happened two years ago. My business trip was coming to an end, and I had to go home to Alapaevsk. Having bought a ticket, I decided to wander around the city, since I had three more hours of time left. On the street, I was approached by a woman whom I immediately recognized.
This was my first wife, whom I divorced 12 years ago. Zina has not changed at all, except for her face has become too pale. Apparently, this meeting excited her as well as me. I loved her strongly, painfully, because of this I divorced. I was jealous of my wife for everyone, even for her mother. As soon as she lingered a little, my heart began to pound furiously and it seemed to me that I was dying. In the end, Zina left me, unable to withstand my daily interrogations: where was she, with whom and why. Once I came home from work with a small puppy in my bosom, I wanted to please my wife with a funny gift, but there was no one in the room, and there was a note on the table.
In the note, my wife wrote that she was leaving, although she loved me very much. My suspicions tormented her, and she decided to leave. Zina asked me for forgiveness and begged me not to look for her ... And so, after 12 years of separation, I accidentally met her in the city where I was on official business. We talked for a long time with her, and I remembered that I might miss the intercity bus.
Finally I decided to say:
I'm sorry, but I have to go, I'm already late for my flight.
And then Zina said:
Sasha, do me a favor, please. I understand that you are in a hurry, but for the sake of what was good between us, do not refuse my request. Let's go to one office, it's very important for me, but I can't go there alone.
Naturally, I agreed, but said: “Only quickly!”
We went into some large building and for quite a long time moved from one wing to another. We climbed and descended the stairs, and then it seemed to me that it took no more than 15 minutes. People passed by us, and all of them were of different ages: from children to very old people. At that moment, I did not think about what children and old people could do in the administrative building. All my thoughts were riveted to Zina. At some point, she entered the door and closed it behind her.
Before closing the door, she looked at me as if saying goodbye, saying:
How strange all the same, I could not be either with you or without you. I stood at the door and waited for her to come out.
I wanted to ask her what she meant by that last sentence. But she did not return. And then I seemed to come to my senses. I realized quite clearly that I needed to go, and I'm standing here and I'm late for my bus! Looking around, I got scared. The building I was in was an abandoned building. There were gaping holes instead of window openings. There were no stairs at all. There were boards on which I went down with great difficulty. I missed the bus for an hour and had to buy a new ticket for another flight.
When I took the ticket, they said that the bus I missed had overturned and flew into the river. None of the passengers escaped. And two weeks later I was standing at the door of my former mother-in-law, whom I tracked down through the address bureau. Alevtina Markovna told me that Zina died 11 years ago, a year after our divorce. I did not believe her, thinking that Zina's mother was afraid that I would again persecute her daughter with my jealousy.
To my request to show me the grave of my ex-wife, my mother-in-law, to my surprise, agreed. A couple of hours later, I was standing at the monument, from which the woman I loved all my life and who inexplicably saved her smiled at me.
Interesting, do you believe that this can be?
Good wife
I'm 35. Outwardly, I'm pretty cute, I often get compliments that I have an awesome ass. I have been married for 15 years, all these fifteen years I have been faithful to my husband, although he was not my first man. I have always been interested in sex, I got my first orgasm with my husband, not without the help of my hands, of course. My sexuality improved a lot after the first pregnancy, I became more sensitive there ... In general, my husband, as I can now say, is not a bad and technical lover. In general, my story is that having lived such a time with my husband, I wanted someone else, you all immediately think another b ..... etc. But, understand me correctly, after going through the experience that I acquired in the revelations written below, my relationship improved, I again felt like a woman, desired, loved, and my intimate life with my husband also benefited. For objective reasons, I can’t tell my husband about my adventures, so in order to take the burden off my shoulder, I’ll share it anonymously here.
This year, at work, I was certified and sent to improve my qualifications in another city for two months. I knew about this, therefore, since I definitely decided that I would cheat on my husband, I prepared an alibi for myself in advance and prepared candidates for the execution of my insidious plans. I am not a stupid girl, not naive, I understand men and know my worth. I registered on a dating site, got used to it, about the number of degenerates, wants new, perverts, whoever understands the topic ....)) I clearly knew who I was looking for, if anyone decides to follow my path, take note. I selected 15 candidates for potential lovers, on principle. Be sure to be married, so as not to pick up something from lonely revelers, all the same, in order not to bring anything to their wife, they often think with their heads. Plus, there is less hemorrhoids with them, they always have a short time, always on a leash, so they won’t endure my brain. I talked to everyone beforehand, finding out who they are, what and with what they are. I don’t like stupid and stupid people, they were immediately eliminated. In general, by the time I left, I was ready, in the city where I was retraining, no one knew me, at my request, through a realtor, my husband rented me an apartment in advance for this period. I immediately, even during communication, directly said what I want, my dear men were only glad to pass to such communication. Before flying to the city of N, I underwent a complete medical examination by a gynecologist, I had an IUD installed, which was very pleased with my husband, and not only him))) I took smears and passed the tests. In general, prepared in earnest. The men with whom I planned to commit adultery, I asked in advance to also prepare certificates.
I'm in place, the apartment is good, jacuzzi, expensive repairs, I liked it. I bought a martini and drank a little for courage, climbed onto the site and wrote to the first man that I was ready to meet him, address and phone number, on the spot I connected to a new operator. On the same day, he wrote that he did not mind coming up with an alibi for himself and at six in the evening he would be with me for the night. And then I got scared, I went to the shower, shaved my bikini area, put on sexy lingerie, drank a little more for courage. My husband called, I talked to him a little, said that I was tired from the road and I was going to go to bed, if he knew with whom)))
The intercom rang, someone asked not very confidently: "Julia lives here, this is Andrey from the site." I opened it, my throat was dry, my heart began to beat faster, I wait until it rises and I feel like a cow going to the slaughterhouse ... Everyone got ready to open the door, there was a man, I immediately felt so small, a dream .... beautiful, in the photo he looked different to me. Big beautiful hands ... It was pleasant to pull in the lower abdomen. I clearly understood that today there would be sex, that this man would fuck me. He took off his shoes, gave me a bouquet, made some nice compliments. We went to the kitchen, I cooked dinner, mostly afordisiacs, shrimp, pineapples, etc. Honestly, dumb at the beginning, we talked about him, about his problems that his wife rarely had sex with him, etc. In general, the standard conversation about anything. drank a little, I got tipsy. He did not take any active actions, then I decided to act. I went up to him as he was smoking out the window and put my hands in his pants. He turned and began to stroke my ass, around the waist, I was pleased. I sank down and abruptly took off his pants along with his shorts, he remained in his shirt. I took him by the cock and pulled him into the bedroom. A member, by the way, as a member, is normal, not big, only fools like big ones, the uterus then hurts from such. But a very pleasant shape, a big head, like a boletus mushroom))) I pushed him onto the bed, he smelled nice, smelled of sex ... I took him in his mouth and began to give him a blowjob when I felt that he was ready, I told him Andrei to relax, I felt that he was pinched. 15 years of married life were not in vain, I knew and knew how to bring a man to ecstasy, I trained on my husband. I sat on top of him, right away we didn’t get where we needed))) God, how nice it is, I felt something new, hot, adrenaline that filled me with lust. I realized that everything, there was no turning back, I changed, and you know, I liked it ... I felt such a surge of strength, I realized that I am a cool woman, that they want me, they can and should fuck me, I was created for this. I have a beautiful waist, a neat ass, breasts, which, after feeding two sons, are in good shape. In general, I told him, do not think about anything, and do not restrain yourself. Three minutes later he violently finished jumping out of me. I was indignant, we discussed everything. I'm sorry he said habit, you deprive me of pleasure, I grumbled. Men, if a woman gave you, use it for its intended purpose, I love it when they don’t think about me, but end up. ... so pleasantly then the juice of conscientious labor flows out ...
I went for napkins, wiped everything off, took his cock in my mouth again and began to prepare it for the second call, we didn’t satisfy me. I picked it up quickly, then he took me further. After my husband, this was the first man in me for the last fifteen years. He fucked me two more times during the night, today I didn’t finish, but I know that I’ll finish with another, it was just nerves. In the morning I made him coffee and a blowjob, and escorted him home to his beloved wife. I decided not to see him again.
I went to school, for the evening, a new boyfriend was already ready. By the way, I noticed that men never mind spending money. In the evening he arrived, he is also a handsome brunette Sergey, there is a ring on his hand, I asked why he didn’t take it off, he answered that he never takes it off. He behaved much more confidently than Andrei. I say in plain text, I flowed. I wanted a member. He escaped for only a few hours, so we didn’t chat for a long time. It was a completely different man, he did everything himself, first he took me to the shower, we kissed and washed. I managed to get a good look at him, athletic, fit, and what a butt .... Then in bed, it was something, he did everything himself, they just fucked me, he didn’t say anything, he just twisted me like a toy, he fell and drove his x..y into me, I felt my uterus was not my size. But how good it was for me, I was all flowing, like the last whore, probably we are all the same masochistic women, I just wanted to be taken without being interested in whether I wanted it or not. One more, BUT, I liked him, but I didn’t like how he ends up, I don’t like it when men moan. I think that I should moan under me. A good man in general, he fucked me two more times, I didn’t do a blowjob, he didn’t ask, I didn’t offer. But he finished well in me. I'll be honest, I didn't finish again. But she was satisfied.
I decided to take a break for a couple of days, there was still plenty of time, I read books, climbed the grid, read forums. I looked at my candidates, selected a candidate for tomorrow, a Caucasian, you have to try everything in life.
The third day of my fucking, he arrived, his name is Surazhi, he examined me all over, I see with black eyes, the whole section, I already fucked in all poses, my eyes are so sly.
For a long time, to break a comedy, they did not, immediately into battle. Here is my size and not big and not small, such as it should be. The impudent, however, put me in cancer, and entered without preparation. But what about me, I immediately flowed like a whore, everything goes in and out, for a long time, well, my knees are tired, I'm tired in this position, drives my piston and drives it. I begin to understand that this is it, I will now finish without outside help, I begin to wave him harder. He goes out, I did not immediately understand the maneuver, inserts a member into my mouth. And violently ends, I growl, but I don’t show it, the bastard broke off, I so wanted to finish. He says that to love Russian women, especially married ones, I said that I noticed. Then the second call, all according to the same scenario, I asked to cum in me. Finished, wiped my cock on my face, didn't kiss, packed up and left. I lie, I bring myself to orgasm myself. God, I finished, for a long time, the contractions of the vagina pushed Surazhi's sperm out of me. Doesn't accept Caucasian, I thought)) I liked Surazhi, I'll probably meet again. I lay down and thought, my husband called, asked how things were going, said that she was bored, and I really want sex, she lied. I looked at the photo of my husband, I thought what am I doing .... such a man. But, I decided that I would return to throw it all out of my head, like a bad dream. In the meantime, I will continue to play pranks, the very fact of treason excites me very much. Nothing to do with these men, only the desire to use them, and I love my husband.
I signed up with Dima, handsome, younger than me, he is 30. Lucky, his wife flew to Turkey to rest ... He stayed for the night, the organ is what I need, my husband's member reminded me very much. And the smell from him is the same as from her husband, she finished with him, for the first time herself, without the help of her hands, only from frictions. A good lover, the first time he was gentle, he did cunnilingus, I moaned like the last whore, it's good that the neighbors don't know me here. He finished in me, I lie caressing me after sex, I feel like a cat ... It's so nice with him. He put two fingers into my vagina and played with them there, pulling the uterus, I finished again. There was sex four times a night, I didn’t time it, I finished with him for the first time eight times ...
I met Dima four times later, it was always super.
In total, I met eight men in two months. I don’t regret it much, I realized that all men are different, and sex is different with each one. Some liked it, some didn't.
She returned home, not herself, her husband did not suspect anything. I went to the gynecologist for a checkup, passed all the tests, pah pah pah clean.
But I got carried away, now I can’t stop getting these thoughts out of my head, sex with my husband has become much better, often the most important thing.
I started a page on the Internet, on one of the sites about this, that I want MMZH, many men responded ... I choose for now.
Husband flew away on a business trip for 10 days. I signed up with a man and agreed that on Saturday I will go to the bathhouse with them, he will be with a friend. I came with them to the bathhouse, the boy at the reception looked at me like I was a whore, strange. Steamed up, everything was decent so far. I’ll never let my husband into the sauna again, never mind, I didn’t even know that there were rooms with sunbeds where men had whores.
The guys were experienced, all cultural, in a condom, miramistinchik. In the beginning, Cyril started to fuck me, in this room with a bed, I finished with him, he didn’t, then he came and put a dick in my mouth. They fought me all night, I finished and moaned ... a buzz, two men is a buzz, that's what every normal woman should try. I felt like such a whore, a member, in my mouth, a member from behind, they roughly hold my waist, mumble, suck me fuck. She crawled out, even her legs buckled. And so four times. I want to try anal.
I always wanted to do one nasty thing, and I did, I have one bosom friend from the institute .... I saw how her husband was looking at me. Yesterday, I visited her when she was not at home .... Her hubby tore me on her bed, we poured his whole sheet with sperm, and I also left little evidence there, let him now think who it is. .....
I tried anal, I liked it, the main thing is to prepare so that it does not hurt. If my husband knew how I was torn off in #opu, he would have kicked me out of the house. She returned satisfied and excited, gave her husband a blowjob so that he would not suspect anything. At night, she fucked with her husband, waved under him, he violently finished. He says he doesn’t recognize me in bed, I say, it’s just that now my hormones are beating, my age is 35 ...
I don't know what to do, I like it all. I have my secret. And I know that my husband will never know about my adventures.
“It happened two years ago. My business trip was coming to an end, and I had to go home to Alapaevsk. Having bought a ticket, I decided to wander around the city, since I had three more hours of time left. On the street, I was approached by a woman whom I immediately recognized.
This was my first wife, whom I divorced 12 years ago. Zina has not changed at all, except for her face has become too pale. Apparently, this meeting excited her as well as me. I loved her strongly, painfully, because of this I divorced. I was jealous of my wife for everyone, even for her mother.
As soon as she lingered a little, my heart began to pound furiously and it seemed to me that I was dying. In the end, Zina left me, unable to withstand my daily interrogations: where was she, with whom and why. Once I came home from work with a small puppy in my bosom, I wanted to please my wife with a funny gift, but there was no one in the room, and there was a note on the table.
In the note, my wife wrote that she was leaving, although she loved me very much. My suspicions tormented her, and she decided to leave. Zina asked me for forgiveness and begged me not to look for her ...
And so, after 12 years of separation, I accidentally met her in the city where I was on official business. We talked for a long time with her, and I remembered that I might miss the intercity bus.
Finally I decided to say:
I'm sorry, but I have to go, I'm already late for my flight.
And then Zina said:
Sasha, do me a favor, please. I understand that you are in a hurry, but for the sake of what was good between us, do not refuse my request. Let's go to one office, it's very important for me, but I can't go there alone.
Naturally, I agreed, but said: “Only quickly!”
We went into some large building and for quite a long time moved from one wing to another. We climbed and descended the stairs, and then it seemed to me that it took no more than 15 minutes.
People passed by us, and all of them were of different ages: from children to very old people. At that moment, I did not think about what children and old people could do in the administrative building. All my thoughts were riveted to Zina. At some point, she entered the door and closed it behind her.
Before closing the door, she looked at me as if saying goodbye, saying:
How strange all the same, I could not be either with you or without you. I stood at the door and waited for her to come out.
I wanted to ask her what she meant by that last sentence. But she did not return. And then I seemed to come to my senses. I realized quite clearly that I needed to go, and I'm standing here and I'm late for my bus! Looking around, I got scared. The building I was in was an abandoned building.
There were gaping holes instead of window openings. There were no stairs at all. There were boards on which I went down with great difficulty. I missed the bus for an hour and had to buy a new ticket for another flight.
When I took the ticket, they said that the bus I missed had overturned and flew into the river. None of the passengers escaped. And two weeks later I was standing at the door of my former mother-in-law, whom I tracked down through the address bureau.
Alevtina Markovna told me that Zina died 11 years ago, a year after our divorce. I did not believe her, thinking that Zina's mother was afraid that I would again persecute her daughter with my jealousy.
To my request to show me the grave of my ex-wife, my mother-in-law, to my surprise, agreed. A couple of hours later, I was standing at the monument, from which the woman I loved all my life and who inexplicably saved her smiled at me.Interesting, do you believe that this can be?
“It happened two years ago. My business trip was coming to an end, and I had to go home to Alapaevsk. Having bought a ticket, I decided to wander around the city, since I had three more hours of time left. On the street, I was approached by a woman whom I immediately recognized.
This was my first wife, whom I divorced 12 years ago. Zina has not changed at all, except for her face has become too pale. Apparently, this meeting excited her as well as me. I loved her strongly, painfully, because of this I divorced. I was jealous of my wife for everyone, even for her mother.
As soon as she lingered a little, my heart began to pound furiously and it seemed to me that I was dying. In the end, Zina left me, unable to withstand my daily interrogations: where was she, with whom and why. Once I came home from work with a small puppy in my bosom, I wanted to please my wife with a funny gift, but there was no one in the room, and there was a note on the table.
In the note, my wife wrote that she was leaving, although she loved me very much. My suspicions tormented her, and she decided to leave. Zina asked me for forgiveness and begged me not to look for her ... And so, after 12 years of separation, I accidentally met her in the city where I was on official business. We talked for a long time with her, and I remembered that I might miss the intercity bus.
Finally I decided to say:
I'm sorry, but I have to go, I'm already late for my flight.
And then Zina said:
Sasha, do me a favor, please. I understand that you are in a hurry, but for the sake of what was good between us, do not refuse my request. Let's go to one office, it's very important for me, but I can't go there alone.
Naturally, I agreed, but said: “Only quickly!”
We went into some large building and for quite a long time moved from one wing to another. We climbed and descended the stairs, and then it seemed to me that it took no more than 15 minutes. People passed by us, and all of them were of different ages: from children to very old people. At that moment, I did not think about what children and old people could do in the administrative building. All my thoughts were riveted to Zina. At some point, she entered the door and closed it behind her.
Before closing the door, she looked at me as if saying goodbye, saying:
How strange all the same, I could not be either with you or without you. I stood at the door and waited for her to come out.
I wanted to ask her what she meant by that last sentence. But she did not return. And then I seemed to come to my senses. I realized quite clearly that I needed to go, and I'm standing here and I'm late for my bus! Looking around, I got scared. The building I was in was an abandoned building. There were gaping holes instead of window openings. There were no stairs at all. There were boards on which I went down with great difficulty. I missed the bus for an hour and had to buy a new ticket for another flight.
When I took the ticket, they said that the bus I missed had overturned and flew into the river. None of the passengers escaped. And two weeks later I was standing at the door of my former mother-in-law, whom I tracked down through the address bureau. Alevtina Markovna told me that Zina died 11 years ago, a year after our divorce. I did not believe her, thinking that Zina's mother was afraid that I would again persecute her daughter with my jealousy.
To my request to show me the grave of my ex-wife, my mother-in-law, to my surprise, agreed. A couple of hours later, I was standing at the monument, from which the woman I loved all my life and who inexplicably saved her smiled at me.
Interesting, do you believe that this can be?
I want to put on display one of the sides of our joint sexual life with my wife. We started our relationship with her (Svetlana) when she was 15, I (Vitalik) was 18 years old. So there were circumstances that we lived at that time in a village near the glorious city of Voronezh. She is a simple pure girl without any life experience, but I am a guy who has already tasted the sinful fruit. We walked in the same company, then we began to be friends, I saw her home, the first kisses, annoying pauses of silence. In general, love spun.
Sveta had an amazing figure. She was a thin blonde woman with long legs and a size two chest. By the way, it was from the chest that this very story of mine began. Without any "rear" thought, Svetlana put on a T-shirt in a mesh in the summer, through which it was possible, if you look closely, to see where her papillae begin, what circles they are and moles on the side on one of these incomparable breasts, however, as it seemed to me, the guys from our environment.
Sveta and I were inseparable. And I, as her boyfriend, naturally already was jealous of her guys, who at least somehow drew her attention to themselves. But when she was wearing that same mesh T-shirt and I saw that someone was clearly staring at her chest, jealousy grew into something else, more saturated, my mind became blurry and it really ... excited me. Although at that time there was no sex between us. Sex happened after about three months.
She was very constrained. Kissing her, I took off her T-shirt, touched her elastic girlish breasts with my lips, gently sank down to her tummy, pulled off her skirt with my hands. From such overexcitation, I was ready to explode at any moment, but I did everything to bring what I started to the end. After another portion of kisses and persuasion, she nevertheless allowed to take off her panties. I entered it. With difficulty, having made my way to the entire length of the penis, I slowly entered her for about ten, fifteen minutes, so as not to cause pain and, as a result, unpleasant memories for Sveta, until I finally discharged all the energy of love and passion accumulated over these months into the sheet.
From that day on, he went to visit his Beloved in a more HIGH mood. We had sex wherever we were alone. Even leaning on a rare but high fence near her house, I entered her from behind and both of us could see what her parents were doing in the yard. They, too, if they looked in our direction, saw us, and from this we were even more excited. Sometimes, after sex, Sveta did not have time to put on her panties if we heard approaching steps or something else.
And she walked in a short skirt, which slightly hid everything that until recently was inaccessible to me. All around us were my friends and the rising wind could easily betray our secret with Sveta. It gave me the same feeling as when she was wearing a fishnet T-shirt with her breasts bare underneath. I realized that I was very excited when other guys see the body of my Svetlana.
Time passed, we played a wedding, but did not sign. Svetlana was still 17. We moved from the village and bought a house and a car. Once at home taking pictures, I offered to take a picture of my young wife naked (I keep photos to this day), to which she easily agreed. They printed a photo where my betrothed is completely naked in various poses and put it in a separate envelope in the album. My friend Pashka came to me and while sipping beer we watched the album and when he saw the envelope with the photo, Pashka asked what was in them and I allowed him to look.
Taking out the pictures of my naked wife, he was a little taken aback, but I replied that everything was ok. and we looked at her together. Then he came to me, more than once asked me to show them. We often went to the village to drink wine and vodka in the same company. Boys and girls crowded into my car and drove to the river. I'm driving, Sveta is closer to me in the front passenger seat, the same Pashka is at the door, behind are two kissing drunks like all of us, young couples. The radio was playing, we stopped on the shore, but no one was in a hurry to get out of the car to feed the mosquitoes. I pulled Sveta to me, began to kiss and paw her breasts and everything else. Pasha sat facing us, but pretended to be talking to someone from behind. Sveta sat breast to him, kissing me. There was no bra, as always.
It's night outside, but you can see everything in the car from the moonlight. I lifted her blouse, Sveta did not resist. I saw how Pashka's eyes sparkled and how eagerly he looked at her breasts. I continued to kiss her so that she would not come to her senses and pull down her blouse, continued to play with her breasts in every possible way and was very excited when I saw that Pashka saw her. Then I took Pashka's hand without breaking the kiss and laid it on my wife's chest. The drunk alcohol spoke about itself and Svetlana did not notice how his hand greedily clapped her breasts several times, went down to her panties and .... at that moment the door opened from behind and my passengers tumbled down to swim. Pashka withdrew his hand and followed him out.
We recovered and went with my wife to the company. Pavlik asked me about what had happened, to which I replied that I did not mind if a chance came up and Svetka allowed him to touch himself or something more. Drunk guys decided to swim without swimming trunks and insisted on following the same example of their two companions, to which one agreed to take off only the top, and the other, on the contrary, left only a T-shirt that slightly covered her ass, and they all ran to swim together. Pashka left them. I suggested to Sveta to strip naked and put on my T-shirt. With a short pause, she waved her hand, changed into my T-shirt, and with wine-gleaming eyes, we followed. She was a poor swimmer and stayed closer to the shore. I took her in my arms and put her back on the water, like I'm teaching her to swim on her back.
She thrashed her legs, her T-shirt pulled up to her chest. The rest bathed in the middle of the river. I saw that Pashka swam very close to us on an outstretched hand. Sveta lay there without hearing anything, as I held her on the water and slowly led her around. Pashka came very close. Together we admired her hips, tummy, slightly swollen labia. Sveta raised her head and saw Pashka. Pashka, not at a loss, cheerfully said that you don’t know how to swim and you don’t teach your wife correctly, took Sveta in his arms and dragged him into the depths as a joke.
Svetka laughed and began to grab onto him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so as not to choke on water and said that Pashka should take her to the shore or let her go. Pashka did not drag out this joke and carried it closer to the shore. Light was not offended, everyone understood that this was a joke. And only Pashka and I cooled our ardor in the water for some time, I from what I saw, and he (as he later told me) from the hot touch of her labia on his stomach. We went to spend the night with him, took the rest home. Only my wife and I and Pashka remained. In order not to upset our mother (mother-in-law) with our drunken appearance, we stayed at Pashka's for the night.
They went to sleep. My memories of bathing and seething blood in Svetlana mixed with alcohol did not let me sleep. Sveta naked moaned under me, I stopped but without leaving her, invited her to invite Pashka to bed, the agreement was about five minutes and she hesitantly agreed. I, choking with excitement, went into the next room where Pashka was sleeping and heard his wife whisper: "I'm completely naked." But I already showed Pashka to follow me. He, as if on alarm, jumped up and with a stupid question "where and why", moved after me. Sveta lay covered with a blanket, I lay down next to her, Pashka on the other side.
I started kissing my wife and slowly pulled the covers off her. Pavlik began to stroke and kiss my wife's body, descending to her pussy. I was kissing her breasts when I heard her breathing quicken and a slight moan was heard. I saw Pashka greedily licking my wife's labia and clitoris. Svetlana's stiffness began to disappear and she relaxed, spreading her legs wider, giving herself to two excited males. She pulled me towards her, probably still embarrassed by the situation. Several times I entered her pussy, hot and wet from Pashkin's kisses. Then he moved away and gave it to a friend. I had never experienced such a peak of excitement before.
Pashka, an outsider, rose above Svetlanka, ran his hand from her neck along her chest to her very hips, spread my wife's legs in one motion and thrust his penis into her, began to increase the pace of slapping his pubis against her pubis. It seemed to me that this went on forever, with one hand of Light hugging him with the other she held my hand and waving her hips in time, she groaned, whispering words of pleasure. We changed positions, then Pashka had her from behind and I, pressing her head to me, stuck a member into her mouth, then on the contrary, like a dog, I entered her from behind and saw how Pashka's member now and then breaks into her mouth between the lips, which until recently I kissed and his cock rests on her cheeks. I finished first on her back.
Pashka put Svetka on her back, snuggled up to her body and very rhythmically waiting for an orgasm began to fuck her. My wife moaned under him and writhed. And then, finally, he took out a member of her and finished on her stomach. I saw how sperm escaped from a pulsating penis on her chest, with the next push on her stomach and the last drops fell on her pubis, flowing down red, rubbed, sexual lips swollen with excitement.
When we woke up in the morning, we all pretended that nothing had happened and went about our business. Later in a conversation with his wife, she admitted that she would not mind infrequent meetings for threesome sex. However, this was the case until we grew up. Now I am 29, she is 26 and we have two children. when the youngest grows up to such an age that he can be sent along with his eldest daughter to his grandmother, I hope everything will be repeated as then. Only how to convince his wife, it seems she is no longer so tuned in to such sex. And there is no suitable porter. Can anyone help with advice, or maybe deed?