Double the pleasure at home.

Double Pleasure at Home.

Preface.

This is my sixth story that I'm publishing on . Judging by the feedback I've received, many people like my stories. Although, there are a lot of questions about whether they are true. I'll say right away, 80-90% yes. I don't think I could have written it like this if I hadn't gone through the described events myself, or heard them from my sister. Of course, there's a bit of imagination here and there, but I assure you, very little. And I really do like anal sex, and I don't consider it forbidden or indecent. It gives me pleasure if practiced correctly. I hope my stories might help

someone overcome the taboo. Believe me, you'll get a completely different pleasure than from traditional sex. Life is already boring and full of prohibitions, why limit yourself in sex as well.

Judging by the feedback you've sent to my e-mail, many are not indifferent when reading my stories. I'm curious, is it possible to publish a book? And is such literature allowed to be published in our country? Maybe someone can help me. I think people would probably buy it. I also think that if these stories were filmed, then, probably with the right selection of actors and filming locations, it could make a decent porn film. At least "The First Time in the Ass" and "Playing with the Nephew" would be interesting to watch. But that's my personal opinion. In any case, write to the same address ricоculitа@hоtmаil.cоm. I'm waiting for your impressions. Always yours, Elina.

I present for your judgment another story. Read, write. But don't ask stupid questions. By the way, I'm currently writing a new story, which is sort of a continuation of this one. It's mentioned in the story.

Prologue

Friday's workday was so hectic that I didn't even think once about what awaited me in the evening. And only after leaving the office, getting in the car, and lighting a cigarette, did I remember that I needed to hurry, otherwise the whole plan my husband and I had devised would fall apart. At the thought of what would happen in an hour, I felt a slight excitement. "Oh my God!" I thought — "I completely forgot I'm not wearing panties today. How could I get so wrapped up?"

Generally, I usually wear pants to work. I very rarely wear a skirt. But if I do wear a skirt, I only wear tights underneath. Seeing how men usually stare at my delicious ass hugged by the skirt, I get a little excited at the thought of what they would think if they knew I wasn't wearing panties. And I wonder if anyone has ever guessed. By the way, I started not wearing panties under a dress or skirt with my husband's approval. He was the first to suggest I go without panties. At first, I felt a little discomfort, it seemed to me that all the men guessed that under my skirt there was nothing but tights. But I gradually got used to it, and I started to like it. A woman should have some mystery.

The phone rang. "Olezhechka" lit up on the display screen. Ah, my husband is already worried.

— Hello — I said.

— Nadya, where are you? You didn't forget our plans?

— What plans? — I asked coquettishly.

— Don't pretend — my husband didn't take the bait — Don't be late, or everything will be ruined!

— Okay, Olezhek, I'm already leaving the office.

— Good. Don't be late.

I flicked the cigarette butt out the slightly open window, turned on the ignition, and slowly started driving out of the office parking lot. Forward, towards new impressions and sensations!

1. How it all began.

It all started a week ago in bed. I couldn't come, unlike my husband, who had done it and, after a short rest, was trying his best to bring me to orgasm. I had to take a vibrator, stick it in my ass, and sit my pussy on my husband's cock. That helped, and within three or four minutes, satisfied, I collapsed onto my husband's chest.

— Yeah, you really do come faster that way — Oleg stated, stroking my hair.

— That turns me on — I replied, pulling the vibrator out of my ass.

— Don't you want to do it with two again?

— Sometimes I do — I decided to be honest — But where to find such a second one. Irina, after Sorokin's binge, won't agree. That's for sure. And I don't really have a desire to do it with Andryukha.

— I have a candidate.

— And? Does he meet all our requirements?

— I'm sure he does. He doesn't consider such sex perverted, he'd clearly not refuse to fuck you, we can trust him, and he'll keep quiet like a fish.

— Really?! And who is it? — I raised myself up, looking at my husband with interest. Who did he decide to trust with such a delicate matter as group sex with his wife.

— Zhenya Petrov!

— Zhenya? — In principle, I wasn't very surprised.

Zhenya had been Oleg's friend since college. Before marriage, they hung out a lot, vacationed together in Sochi and even went abroad for the first time to Thailand, where, again for the first time, they visited a brothel. Then Zhenya got married, family worries appeared. Oleg even had a falling out with him, and they didn't talk for a long time. And about six months ago they met again, and sometimes drank beer together. I first saw him with his wife at my husband's 35th birthday. Then we visited them. A couple of times we went to a beer restaurant together and played bowling. As a man, Zhenya wasn't anything special. He was about my height. Not very well built. Not an athletic figure. Wears glasses. A typical intellectual. Although, his face showed that vices resided in him. This became especially noticeable when he got drunk. Not a handsome man, of course, but I wasn't planning on kissing him. But for such a thing, he could do. Especially since we could trust him.

— Do you think he'll agree? — I asked, knowing my husband's answer.

— Of course. He really likes you. And he just goes crazy over your ass. By the way, do you know what kind of cock he has?! A real monster.

— Meaning? Bigger than yours?

— Yes, and thicker.

— Interesting. And how do you know?

— Well, we've been to the bathhouse together more than once.

— Really?! And what did you do there? — I asked coquettishly, with a slight irony in my voice.

— We fucked, damn it. Nadya, what stupid questions?

So, the candidate was chosen. He suited both of us. And we didn't think about the moral point of view. He suits my husband, and that's fine. After all, it's his problem that his friend will be fucking me, his wife. He'll have to talk to him afterwards. And for me, it's new sensations and impressions. And morality was defeated a year ago in Turkey. (The stories "Double Pleasure in Turkey (Part 1)" and "Double Pleasure in Turkey (continuation)".

2 Developing the scenario.

We decided that the best time to hold this event would be Friday evening after work. Oleg said he'd arrange with his mom to pick up the child from kindergarten and have him stay overnight. It remained to arrange things with Zhenya.

— Just don't you dare tell him why we're inviting him. Just invite him to hang out, have a beer — I instructed my husband, seeing him off to work. He was leaving earlier than me. Today, he was supposed to arrange things with Zhenya.

— Of course, Nadya! I'm not a fool.

— Okay, go now — I kissed my husband on the cheek.

Oleg called during the day and said everything was arranged. According to him, everything was shaping up perfectly. Zhenya's wife and child were vacationing at a resort house on the lake. He was planning to go to them on Friday. But, according to Oleg, when he said Zhenya had a surprise waiting, he changed his plans, deciding to spend Friday with us, and go to his family Saturday morning.

— I hope you didn't tell him what surprise awaits him — I asked in a teacher's tone.

— No. He was curious, of course. But I just said he'd like the surprise.

"He sure would" — I thought.

Late in the evening, after fucking me in the ass, my husband asked:

— Listen, we need to figure out how we'll do it on Friday. You can't just say, let's both fuck Nadya.

— Do you have any suggestions?

— Not yet. I'm thinking. Maybe you could wear a short robe, transparent thong panties. Then bend over so your ass is exposed, accidentally spread your legs. Let him get excited. What do you think?

— Too obvious — I replied — He'd guess right away. I have another suggestion.

— Awesome! — Olezhek admired, after hearing my idea.

— That way we can also test Zhenya. See if he wants to take advantage of the situation.

— Yes! And what his face will be like.

— Well, I won't see it.

— I'll tell you later — my husband assured.

— Okay. Let's sleep.

So, the scenario was developed, all that remained was to implement it the day after tomorrow.

3 How I decided.

I got to the parking lot near the house fairly quickly, luckily avoiding traffic jams. I looked at the clock. I had about forty minutes to spare, and I decided to drink a bottle of beer, which I immediately bought from a kiosk near the parking lot. I wanted to think everything over again. Parking the car, I opened the bottle, took a sip. Why did I agree? After all, for many people this is immoral, it's simply taboo. And Oleg is something else too. A pervert. How can a normal man calmly watch his wife being fucked. On one hand. On the other, here I agree with my husband, we only live once, and it's worth trying everything.

It was he, a year and a half after the wedding, who asked if I'd ever had sex with two men at once. And I honestly answered, no. That I'd never had two cocks inside me at once. Although, I fibbed a little. No, no one had ever fucked me with two or more at the same time. True, I shouldn't forget how at 18 I let my friends take turns in my ass. But could you call that serious sex?! More like teenage mischief. And besides, they fucked my ass one after the other. Of course, I never told my husband about that incident. And my husband told me it was worth trying, and that he wouldn't mind fucking me with someone else simultaneously. After all, I calmly take it in the ass, and we often use a vibrator. Of course, I answered with a firm refusal, said it disgusted me even to think about it, and that I would never take another man's cock in my mouth. About a year after that conversation, my husband asked again if I'd changed my mind. And I again refused. However, doubts began to arise in me. If my husband himself is offering, then maybe it's worth it. We only live once, after all. I wonder what sensations you feel when two are inside you at once. And really, Oleg is right, both my holes are in constant use. But to offer my ass to another man's cock? Although? No. It's unknown how Oleg might react to that. One thing is to think, another is to see your wife being fucked.

But I wanted to try. Only, I thought, it should happen somehow by chance. How, I didn't know. A confluence of circumstances, then we'll see Oleg's reaction. That is, I made a decision. All that remained was to wait for a suitable occasion. And it didn't keep me waiting. It happened six months later, when we were vacationing in Turkey. But that's another story.

4 Preparing the surprise

The phone rang, interrupting my reminiscing.

— Nadya, where are you? Zhenya called, said he called a taxi.

— All right. I'm running! — I answered my husband.

I needed to hurry to have time to prepare for Zhenya's arrival.

— Hi, darling — I said, entering the apartment, and pecked my husband on the cheek.

— Where have you been? He'll be here soon.

— I'll be quick — I replied, heading to the bedroom.

I quickly undressed completely and went to the bathroom to wash my intimate areas. In the bathroom, I squatted and directed the shower stream between my legs into my vagina. After washing it, I redirected the water stream to my anus. I stuck a finger into the hole, as deep as possible. Then pulled it out and looked at it. No traces of feces. Well, seems I'm ready. "I wonder what Petrov's cock is like? Husband says it's big. Should I offer my ass to it or not? Okay, we'll see. How will it all go?" — I thought, getting excited by my own thoughts.

I came out of the bath. Got a clean white T-shirt from the closet, put it on, turned my back to the mirror to look at my rear. My little ass was in order. Then I got white panties, not too revealing, and put them on.

— I'm ready — I said to my husband, entering the living room.

— Me too. Lie down — Oleg replied, getting up from the sofa.

I lay down on my stomach on the sofa, bringing my legs together. And immediately felt Oleg tying them together with a belt.

— Give me your hands — he said.

I put my hands behind my back, crossed them on my lower back, letting my husband tie them with the robe's belt.

— Did you get the camera ready? — I asked, feeling my husband tying my hands.

— Of course — he replied and for some reason pulled my panties down, exposing my ass.

— Hey, what are you doing — I jerked.

— Decided to see how you'd look with your panties down.

— And?

— Awesome. Need to capture this — Oleg replied, taking the camera.

— Pervert — I hissed, but didn't object.

After taking a few shots, Oleg pulled my panties back up over my ass. And just then the doorbell rang. Oleg quickly grabbed the towel prepared earlier and stuffed it into my mouth, not too deep, but it created the impression that my mouth was gagged. Then he threw a blanket over me, completely covering me. "Show must go on" — he whispered to me, and headed to the hallway.

"What am I doing? Could I have imagined two years ago that I'd be lying here like this, tied up and helpless, waiting for some man. This is crazy. But I came up with it myself. What will happen now? What if he falls for it and wants to use me exactly like this, helpless? Actually, that would be interesting. Okay. We'll see now."

5 The surprise

— Get undressed, come in — I heard Oleg's voice.

— Where's Nadya? — Zhenya's voice.

— Nadya?! You'll see now