Friendship between families

Maybe it doesn't sound original, but I am happy in my marriage with my husband. All my girlfriends complain about their husbands, but I am content with my Sasha. We've been married for seven years, and he is still just as tender, affectionate, and caring. My colleague at work cheats on her husband with anyone, but I have never even had the desire to cheat on mine. I feel so good with him in bed that sometimes I can't believe my own happiness. My Sasha is smart and understands everything, so I'm not at all ashamed to do various things with him that others call depravity. As soon as we got married, we started doing everything. My husband always tells me I shouldn't be shy about anything.

He loves it when I look depraved in bed. He himself buys me such spicy lingerie that all my girlfriends gasp with envy. I once confessed to a colleague that my husband likes to tie me up in bed, and she made big round eyes and said he must be a sexual maniac. But I don't think that at all, because I feel very good with him. I even like that he is always so active. Once we were coming home late from a restaurant, and Sasha made me caress him right in the taxi. So what, I pretended to be drunk and the driver didn't notice anything.

In general, my husband says I am a nymphomaniac. He once confessed to me that he married me because I gave it to him on the first night. And I don't even remember how it happened. I had guys before him, but I didn't like them at all. But I liked Sasha right away. I didn't even think twice about whether to marry him or not, I agreed immediately. And, as you can see, I don't regret it one bit. Sasha is in business, we have a car, and our daughter is already five years old. In a word — I am happy and content.

Although, right now I'm a little worried about Sasha. I think he's jealous of me. I never noticed this before, but now he sometimes pesters me with silly questions. And looks at me suspiciously. And I can't understand what he wants from me.

And it all started after that incident I want to tell you about. I think Sasha himself is to blame that I liked it. It was his idea, after all.

We always buy different erotic literature. And once Sasha brought a newspaper with various personal ads. Some were looking for serious relationships, others just for a good time. We started reading with interest, and we came across an ad where a married couple was looking for another couple to meet. I thought they were crazy, but Sasha was intrigued. First, he hinted that it would be interesting to try, then he started persuading me. I refused for a long time because I didn't understand why we needed it, but then I decided to give in, as my husband said we would both like it. Sasha wrote a letter, and soon we got a reply from that couple, where they wrote about themselves and suggested meeting. Their names were Lyuba and Seryozha. Lyuba was a year younger than me, and Seryozha was a bit older than my Sasha. From the letter, it was clear they were smart, intelligent people and very frank, as they immediately wrote what they wanted. I read it and wanted to try what they wrote about myself. We called them and arranged to meet at their place.

They welcomed us wonderfully. Even though we hadn't seen them before, we liked them immediately. Lyuba was a little taller than me. A thin, slender blonde, somewhat resembling an acquaintance of mine. And Seryozha was a tall, strong guy, kind and friendly in appearance. They already had a table set with flowers and champagne, and they seated us right away. Seryozha sat next to me, and Lyuba invited my husband closer to her so he could court her. I was, of course, terribly shy, but after we drank champagne, I felt better. Seryozha was so courteous, so delicate, that I quickly got used to him. Even when he pulled my skirt up a bit to see my legs better, I didn't pull it back down. Lyuba was sitting in such a robe that her panties were visible. They told us it was their first time meeting like this, but I think they had done it before because they felt very free. They weren't shy to talk about themselves, and Lyuba was the first to suggest we all undress to our underwear to get used to each other.

"Wonderful," said Seryozha, kissing me on the cheek. "What a delight."

I smiled and immediately felt at ease. If another woman's husband liked me, then I really am beautiful. So why be shy? Let him look at me as much as he wants. My Sasha is also looking at his wife with interest. So we're even.

"Let's have another drink and dance," Seryozha said cheerfully, proposing a toast to "our beautiful ladies."

Then he turned on the music and invited me. I stood up, and we stepped away from the table. With one hand, Seryozha hugged me, and with the other, he placed it behind on my big bare "melons" and pressed me to him. I felt him immediately, glanced down, and was amazed. Seryozha either purposely took out his organ, or it came out on its own through the slit, but it was so huge I almost got scared. I had never seen one so long and thick, with such a large, open head, like an apple. It even seemed to me that such a thing simply wouldn't fit inside me. But at the same time, I wanted it so much that my knees trembled. And Seryozha deliberately took my hand and placed it on his organ so I would take it. And when I took it, I didn't need any more persuading. I was already ready for anything.

But Lyuba and my husband weren't wasting time either. They didn't go to dance but lay down on the wide bed and started embracing. Lyuba even took off her panties, and they were lying on the floor. And then I finally understood that we could all do whatever we wanted. Seryozha suggested we get completely undressed, and I didn't object.

Let anyone think we were engaging in depravity. I'm telling this not to those who don't sleep with anyone at all, but to those who understand me. Yes, I have a husband and I love him, but any normal woman, if she is normal in sex, doesn't mind getting to know another man she likes. My Sasha was right in his own way, saying this wasn't cheating. Now, if I hadn't liked Seryozha and I had slept with him against my will, then that could be considered marital infidelity. But if I liked him, why should I deny myself the pleasure? Especially the kind I experienced. After childbirth, my vagina stretched a bit, and with Seryozha, I felt like a girl again. Even though they say size doesn't matter much, that's said by men who never understand us women. They think caresses can compensate for internal sensations. Then why do they themselves look for young girls or want to try

from behind?

In general, I learned a lot. Before marriage, I was a silly fool who gave it not for pleasure but just out of curiosity, like my girlfriends. With my husband, I seemed to have learned everything, tried everything, and experienced everything. But all these years, I never had another to compare with. I thought I felt good, but I didn't know it could be wonderful.

My husband laid Lyuba out on the bed and they got to work actively, but Seryozha wasn't in a hurry. He laid me on my back, spread my legs, and started kissing me in such a way that I immediately melted. So much so that I felt ashamed, as if no one had ever done that to me before. Whether it happened because I was already used to my husband's caresses, or because Seryozha did it differently, I immediately disconnected. It was so amazing that without the slightest shame, I started doing the same to him, even though I wasn't at all sure before that I would allow myself such a thing in front of my husband. On the contrary, the more confidently I did it, the more I wanted it. Everything was completely different from with my husband, and this sensation intensified my passion. Even when Seryozha whispered that I could bring him to orgasm, I had no desire to stop my caresses, which were driving me to wild frenzy. I had never experienced my own orgasm while giving my husband oral pleasure before. But here it happened. I even agreed to things I didn't always allow my husband. Although, towards morning, I did the same for my husband so he wouldn't think I was neglecting him. But again, it's one thing to do it yourself, and another — at your husband's will.

We had agreed in advance to spend the whole night, and during that night, I realized that my Sasha is somewhat selfish. In bed with me, he always thinks first of all about his own pleasure, believing that I feel good with him anyway. Lately, he has even become lazy. I'm not ready yet, and he's already pushing. When Lyuba and I were talking in the kitchen, she said her Seryozha is never in a hurry. He first makes his wife experience an orgasm with caresses, and only then do they do everything else. Although, Lyuba admitted that if she isn't sufficiently — moistened, then it's simply painful for her with her husband at first. I asked her somewhat embarrassedly about mine, but Lyuba smiled and said she was satisfied. I don't know, maybe that's true, or maybe she just didn't want to tell the truth. We tried different things. Two with one, and one with two. We had a lot of time, and our men showed no signs of fatigue. And we actively helped them want more. Lyuba did everything so provocatively that I sometimes felt embarrassed for her. My Sasha watched her and kept telling me that I should be like that too, as if I had been holding back with him before. I already allow my husband such things in our marital bed that another wife wouldn't think of in her entire life. Although, I never masturbated in front of him, like Lyuba did in front of everyone, showing my husband things men generally shouldn't see. But I'm not angry with her because, thanks to her, I learned a lot. Lyuba confessed to me that she was the initiator of all this, not her husband.

"I just don't want him to secretly get a woman on the side," she said, explaining her actions. "It's better this way. It's good for him, and good for me."

To be honest, I wouldn't have thought of that. I would have suffered and worried like a complete fool if my husband got a mistress. But it turns out everything can be solved simply. For myself and for him, so no one feels hurt.

Then Lyuba said: "Seryozha is delighted with you. You suit him perfectly. Let's meet regularly. What about your Sasha, does he agree?" "Well, that probably depends on you," I smiled. "I think he liked you too."

I had a bunch of questions, but we weren't allowed to gossip. My husband appeared and said they were bored without us. It was obvious from him that he wanted it again.

The atmosphere was completely relaxed. Once we took everything off, we remained naked until the end. I completely forgot that I had initially refused such a meeting. I got the feeling that meeting this couple was predestined by fate. Usually, the nudity of another woman doesn't evoke any abnormal emotions in me, except for a feeling of disgust when that nudity is ugly. But Lyuba was no ugly duckling, and when our husbands, having conspired, laid us side by side, I calmly allowed her to caress my breasts a little, especially since she wasn't very happy with her own. And I liked her breasts, on the contrary, because I thought mine were too big for my figure. But, apparently, everyone wants what they don't have. I was delighted with Seryozha's mighty organ, and he was truly ecstatic, selflessly licking my breasts. He even left me two hickeys as a souvenir. One on each breast. My husband later gave me a scolding at home for those hickeys.

In general, at home, I felt my Sasha was displeased. He told me, of course, that everything was wonderful and that he didn't object at all to another meeting. But that had already been said earlier to Lyuba and Seryozha. But at home, my husband started sulking. Something didn't please him. I thought maybe I did something wrong, but no, he started assuring me that I was a good girl and everything was fine on my part. I couldn't understand for a long time until my husband once asked in bed: "Do you feel me well?"

And then I guessed! It turns out men can be envious too! That's news! But who's to blame that nature gives each their own. One gets a big one, another — a smaller one. My husband, of course, didn't express his envy openly, but now I'm worried. The time for our new meeting with Seryozha and Lyuba is approaching, and my husband is keeping quiet. Seryozha already called us, and it's good my husband wasn't home. I said we hadn't changed our decision, but now I don't know what to do. If I remind my husband, he might think anything. But it's not my fault that I liked Seryozha, that he turned out to have the kind I probably need. It's not for nothing that there's such a concept as sexual harmony. And if Lyuba suits my husband, as he assures, then why should he be jealous of me? I'm not jealous of him.

I don't know what to do. I wasn't planning to divorce Sasha because his is smaller, and he probably thinks that. And I'm not planning to cheat on him in search of someone like Seryozha. But if my husband doesn't agree to the next meeting with our friends, then I'll call them myself and explain everything to Lyuba. I hope she understands me, and we can meet as a threesome.