The Wife's Friend. Variations on a Theme.

In general, you could say about me – from the majority – if it

weren't for one significant addition. I am completely obsessed with sex. Moreover, the classic version, M and F, no longer interests me. Although the extreme manifestations of this human life, such as sadomasochism, also disgust me. For the last few years, I've been haunted by the MMF format, where my wife would be the female partner, and one of the M's is, of course, me. The other M could be anyone, even a complete stranger. But he must be younger than me, more athletic and enduring, and also possess a decent size of his main caliber. Ideally – 18-20 cm of firm, strong flesh. Of course, these are just my fantasies and desires. My beautiful wife, with her shapely figure and firm body for her age, did not share my aspirations to diversify our sex life at all. According to her, we have everything good, everything beautiful, regular sex with equally regular orgasms. But I was inclined not to believe this, because sometimes she had to join in this game to lift my "fighting spirit." Then she would fantasize out loud about having sex with a young, handsome lover and, having thus achieved my sustained erection, would use it for her own pleasure, which, in my opinion, she still lacked. Even my suggestion to get herself a lover was just brushed off, calling me a fucking pervert in the process.

It's quite possible we would have lived like that until old age, content with each other. But one wonderful, marvelous day (and I didn't know then how wonderful and marvelous that day was) my wife, as if in passing, announced:

– Darling! This guy from work, Seryozha, you know him, keeps asking to see our sauna! It turns out I praise it so much every time I come back from the weekends!!!

– I see no obstacles, dear! Let him look! – I agreed without a second thought.

– He wants to come with his wife, to meet you too!

– Well, let's arrange it for this Saturday! – I suggested carelessly.

That's what we decided, and I didn't see anything unusual then. And I certainly didn't anticipate what it would turn into.

On the next weekend, stocking up on alcohol and food, we went to the dacha. On the way, we were supposed to pick up Sergei and his wife. But he literally just before departure informed us that his wife couldn't make it, and it was inconvenient for him to go alone. After a minute of discussion, we suggested he join our company, even without a partner. I thought then that getting drunk in a threesome is more fun than in a pair, although a couple on a couple would be cooler. While driving to him, we had a conversation roughly like this:

– And how are we going to steam?! – my better half asked me the first question.

– Well, I'll go with Seryoga, we'll steam somehow! – was my answer.

– And who will steam me?! – the second question immediately followed. – I don't like being alone, you know!!!

– So what's the point of inviting him if he can't steam alone?! – I asked reasonably.

– I can steam both of you, no problem!

– Ugh, steam in underwear?! – such a prospect didn't appeal at all.

– Why in underwear!.. What haven't I seen?!

– I don't mind, honey! It's just kind of awkward… I'll be naked, you'll be dressed!

– Everyone will be naked, darling! It's a sauna!!!

– Seriously?! – I almost missed a traffic light from such news.

– We'll steam together, – my wife concluded quite matter-of-factly,

And since we were already approaching the place where her friend was waiting for us, the conversation ended there.

Nothing noteworthy happened on the way to the dacha. Well, maybe only my chaotic thoughts about what I would feel, being naked in the company of other naked people, one of whom is my wife's colleague, and the second, actually, my wife herself. And if I knew my reaction towards her, then a naked man next to her didn't take shape in my mind yet. And listening with half an ear to their carefree chatter about all sorts of nonsense, I doubted that her friend fit the role I had assigned him in my fantasies.

Arriving at the dacha and unloading, I busied myself with the sauna. My wife, as always, first walked around her domain, showing the accompanying Sergei what wonderful cucumbers grew this year, and what a flower harvest, a sight for sore eyes. At some point, I lost sight of them, deciding that my wife had gone to show our guest the village.

Busy with tasks, of which there are always endless in any household, lunchtime approached, which my hostess had whipped up by then. At the table, with simple toasts, Sergei and I drank quite a bit, which made me slightly drowsy, and I even dozed off for a couple of hours.

But then the time came to go to the sauna, and as the host, I suggested to Sergei that we all steam together, so that, firstly, we wouldn't stretch this event all evening and there would be time to sit at the table, and secondly, he couldn't steam properly alone, and it would be boring.

– I don't mind! But…– Sergei looked at my wife.

– I suggested it! – she answered. – We're going to steam, not have an orgy! – she added with a laugh.

I laughed too, although the orgy option seriously aroused me. A few minutes later, we silently undressed in the anteroom. And although my erection treacherously betrayed my condition, I myself maintained a calm appearance. My wife undressed first because she had nothing under her robe, put on a sauna hat, and disappeared into the steam room, flashing her bare ass in the doorway. We soon joined her, also completely naked, with similar hats to avoid overheating our skulls. Since my wife chose a spot in the middle of the bench, Sergei and I sat on the edges. There was just enough space for three, so naturally our bodies touched. After a few minutes of silent sweating and a wild play of imagination, my cock filled with blood and straightened. I glanced at Sergei; the same story with him, only his cock was noticeably thicker and longer. And he himself shamelessly stared at my wife's open vagina, who, sitting in the lotus position with her eyes closed, paid no attention to it.

– Okay, time to steam already! – I couldn't stand it, to hide the excitement that gripped me.

– You first! – said my wife, jumping off the bench. – Wow, boys!!!

Our tools shamelessly stuck up, saluting with crimson heads.

– It's the blood boiling from the heat! – Sergei admitted honestly, not seeming embarrassed at all.

– Now I'll beat all the foolishness out of you!!! – my wife laughed. – Tolya, lie down!

Sergei got off the bench, freeing up space for me. I lay on my stomach, and my wife began to beat me with the venik.

Suddenly, through the whipping blows, I heard a quiet but slightly irritated exclamation:

– Seryozha!!!

The venik, however, continued to lash with the same force. Turning onto my back, I noticed that Sergei was standing very close behind Nadya. I was sure that his cock was pressing against her crotch because she was standing on the bench, and with his height, it was possible. From the thoughts that flashed through my head, my cock hardened again.

– Honey, what are you thinking about?!!– my wife laughed, continuing to work me over with the venik. – Antoshka is going to burst!!!

– I'll pour some water on myself now, and it'll pass! – I replied with a smile, noticing at the same time how Sergei was brazenly groping my wife, and she pretended not to notice his advances.

Soon it was his turn to get the venik, and we switched places. Nadya began to beat the guest, saying that he would never forget this sauna. And I, meanwhile, started groping her, to which I got: "Another one!",– but I didn't stop groping. When Sergei turned onto his back, his tense, thick shaft pressed tightly against his stomach. I was sure my wife couldn't take her eyes off his tool, it was so beautiful in its power and majesty. When I slipped my hand between her legs, it was simply flowing there, and not from the heat. Finally, Sergei begged for mercy and shot out of the steam room like a bullet. My wife took the vacated spot, and it was my turn to work with the venik, after adding more steam.

– Seryoga is great! – I said, breaking the awkward silence.

– I completely agree with you! – my wife also answered in a half-whisper.

– I saw how he touched you! – I confessed.

– You men have only one thing on your minds! – she calmly replied.

– But I don't mind! – I said. – It's exciting!..

– Don't mind that another man groped me?! – my wife was surprised.

– You liked it! – I made an assumption.

– Well, not without that! I'm not made of iron!!! – she replied and added: – And his cock is awesome!

– Did he fuck you while you were steaming me?!! – I asked unexpectedly.

– He fucked… – Nadya thought about her answer. – What a stupid word…

– Fuck him if you want! I don't mind! – I suggested, having become completely bold.

– Then I'll have to fuck him later too! – turning onto her back, my wife said.

– You can later too, if you like it!

– I will like it, honey! I've already fucked him! – she confessed, not embarrassed at all.

– All the more reason!!! – this confession didn't surprise me at all, it even made me happy. – Let's have a group thing!

– Let's have one, okay! – my wife agreed, jumping down and pulling me outside.

Sergei was sitting on a bench and shamelessly jerking off. At the sight of us, he stopped, but didn't remove his hand. My wife leaned towards him and asked him to be patient a little, then began to pour water over herself from the barrel. I joined her. Having cooled down a bit, she sat on Sergei's lap facing him and kissed him passionately. My cock hardened again from such a sight. I watched in some wild excitement as, a meter away from me, my wife was impaling herself on another man's cock. On a huge cock compared to mine. I sat opposite and watched as his thick shaft almost completely disappeared into my wife's vagina and reappeared, abundantly lubricated with her secretions. An incredible sight, I tell you. My own organ, it seemed to me, became even bigger and more tense. It seemed that if I touched it, I would come immediately.

Meanwhile, my wife decided to finish me off completely by turning towards me. Rhythmically impaling herself on the guest's cock, she first caressed her breasts, and then, as she approached orgasm, began to rub her clit, increasing the pace more and more. At the same time, she looked at me through half-closed eyelids, moaning slightly with pleasure. After a few minutes, the strongest orgasm began to shake her body. Moans turning into wheezes shamelessly echoed through the surroundings. She went limp, leaning back on her lover. Another minute later, his now limp cock fell out of her vagina, and semen dripped from there.

– Let's go warm up, boys! – said my wife, having recovered a little from the experienced ecstasy and offering me her hands to help her up.

I jumped up and took her hands in mine, noting how cold they were. Getting up, she hugged me tightly and kissed me, saying that I was the best husband in the world, and for that, a special reward awaited me…

We were sitting on the bench again, relaxed and satisfied, enjoying the warmth. I, for example, was completely satisfied that my wife could cast aside all conventions and indulge in carnal pleasures before my eyes. The conversations became freer, more frank. In particular, it turned out that my wife had been "cheating" on me for only a few years, and with Sergei for only a week. However, just today she had already fucked him three times – when they went to the river, after lunch while I was sleeping, and, in fact, in the sauna. And before that, they only fucked once and a couple of blowjobs. The first time she sucked him off on a bet. Sergei, you see, decided that my wife couldn't suck off another man besides her husband. In general, she doesn't deny herself anything because I allowed it myself many years ago. Which, of course, is the pure truth. I always told her not to torment herself during my months-long voyages, but to get lovers and fuck them for her own pleasure. During this sweet conversation, Nadya quite naturally, even routinely, held our cocks in her hands and lightly jerked them off, maintaining our arousal.

– I really don't feel like steaming anymore! – she said, looking at us in turn.

– I won't either! – Sergei nodded, who seemed to have had enough the first time.

– Lie down, Seryozha, on the floor, it's not hot there! You promised me cunnilingus, remember?!! – Nadya asked her friend, and he willingly sprawled on the floor.

My wife followed, also pulling me along to join their games. She sat on Sergei's face and leaned towards his cock. She sucked a little, demonstrating her skill to me, and then unexpectedly suggested I suck it too, because she knew about my secret desire.

– Remember, you told me how you had sex with men, and you liked sucking their cock?! – she said quietly, continuing to slide her pussy over her lover's face and completely ignoring my silent protests and wide-eyed stare. – I remember… so I want… you to show me… how you did it.

– What about Sergei?! – I whispered, nodding towards our guest.

– I… already arranged it… he doesn't mind! – my wife reassured me, and I leaned towards her lover's cock.

A few moments of confusion, and now in my hand was a man's firm flesh, trembling with tension. I looked at my wife and, under her approving nod, swallowed the cock all the way to my tonsils. Out of habit, I coughed, but quickly got used to it and within a couple of minutes was giving a decent blowjob. Sometimes my wife would take my new toy away to show some tricks of this caress. The master class would have been even better if I had been allowed to finish the job. I desperately wanted to try our new friend's sperm. But Nadya asked me to stop and moved from his face to his cock. And she told me I could try the second hole if I was gentle and unhurried. This was the special reward she had promised earlier – to pluck the virgin flower from her ass. From the recent blowjob, a lot of saliva had accumulated in my mouth, which I began to gently rub into my wife's anus. She moved up and down unhurriedly on her partner's cock, and all I had to do was work her ass a little with my fingers and join their leisurely rhythm. After some time spent mastering the new hole for me, I was freely moving my cock in my wife's ass to her loud, voluptuous moans. Moreover, I tried to coordinate my movements with the actions of the other partner moving in her vagina, but it wasn't very synchronous. Nevertheless, after a few minutes, I came inside my wife and left them to catch up with their orgasms. I myself again admired how the lover's cock moved like a fast piston inside my wife, bringing her incredible, judging by the moans, pleasure. A little more time passed, and Nadya convulsed in ecstasy on her lover's chest, her whole body shuddering, which testified to the strongest orgasm she was experiencing. When she found the strength to get up, it became obvious that Sergei hadn't come yet. His powerful erection continued to excite my bisexual nature. Apparently, the fourth time that day required longer stimulation. So I