May in Adler
Once, around the May holidays, my wife Katya, coming home from work, blurted out right from the doorstep: "Zhenka (that's me), can you imagine, Sveta's relatives are coming to Moscow for a week. Well, they offered Sveta to dash off to their dacha in Adler for a week... And Sveta suggested we join them with Viktor." Sveta and Viktor were Katya's friends, and I hadn't known them for very long, but during our brief meetings, both Svetlana and Viktor seemed like quite interesting people to me.
Svetlana, as a woman, literally drew attention to herself with her frankly unambiguous way of dressing, which I defined as "nothing extra." Always in a skirt, necessarily above
the knee, in stockings and high-heeled shoes. Moreover, when she sat in an armchair, she would invariably cross her legs without a care in the world about whether the presence or absence of panties became known to everyone around... Viktor, to my surprise, wasn't the least bit bothered by this. And what's more, once, when I rather recklessly stared at Sveta's appetizing thighs, he caught my gaze, simply winked at me, and discreetly showed a thumbs-up in approval...A shared balcony with a sea view connected all the rooms on the second floor along the contour of the house. Moreover, lying in the bathtub, you could see the sea through the window... The first floor was a common dining room with a fireplace and a small but functionally arranged kitchen. On the first evening, we quickly had dinner and crashed to sleep. No one simply had the strength for more... In the morning, Katya and I got up later than our friends, and when we went down to the hall, it already smelled of fresh coffee and toast. Sveta and Viktor were already having breakfast, and we gladly joined them. Whispering something in Sveta's ear, Katya smiled strangely and suggested: "Alright, guys, Katya and I propose the following."
"You go to the market today, bring back some meat, vegetables, and then you can relax. And we'll cook dinner and celebrate the arrival tonight. So that later we won't be painfully sorry for the aimlessly lived days. And nights," added Katya, frankly placing a strawberry on her tongue. And so we did. By about three in the afternoon, Viktor and I had already brought the groceries. The girls took over the kitchen, and we spent the rest of the day playing chess, sipping the prudently purchased cognac...
The three of us walked along the path leading from the house to the grove. On both sides of the path stood massive benches from Stalin's times. Sitting on a bench and lighting a cigarette, I suddenly felt like I was falling asleep. The last thing I remember were Katya's words: "Let him nap a bit..." Through the drowsiness, I felt them lay me on my side and put some jacket under my head... I began to sink into sleep... But suddenly, just as abruptly as sleep had overcome me, it let go...
"Wait, we need to go further away," I heard Viktor's voice.
"No need. It's more convenient here," answered Katya.
I half-opened my eyes. My first desire was to get up and make a scene. Because the picture unfolding was unambiguous. Katya was standing about five meters away from me on the opposite side of the alley, holding onto the railing that separated the path from the cliff leading down to the sea. Viktor, pressing Katya against the railing, was kissing her neck, stroking her ass with his hand. And suddenly I felt my cock tense up so much THAT THE BUTTONS ON MY PANTS CREAKED. Not believing myself, I slipped my hand into my underwear and felt a hot, hard pillar (there's no other way to say it) instead of the limp drunkard. God, I thought, do I actually like this? This is my wife... So what. We're all drunk, and tomorrow we won't remember anything. Why miss the chance... No, no, I'm still asleep, I haven't woken up yet... This thought made it easier, and, afraid to move, I opened my other eye.
"You've pumped him up so well that you won't get away with just a blowjob," continued Katya, offering Viktor her earlobe.
"But you wanted me to just hit on you. We didn't agree on this," replied Viktor.
"So what. I changed my mind," Katya uttered, breathing heavily, "now I want a man to fuck me, and you'll be that man..."
"What a bitch you are," Viktor grumbled in response and began unbuttoning Katya's blouse.
When Viktor's hand touched Katya's breast, my wife threw her head back and thrust her ass towards Viktor's body, arching like a cat.
"Oh, you naughty girl," whispered Viktor, "you want me to fuck you right here.."
"Yes," exhaled Katya, rising on the tips of her shoes and arching her back even more.
"Now," said Viktor, and, lifting her skirt, ripped the passion-soaked thong from Katya's hips.
"Ooh," moaned Katya and leaned her chest against the railing, slightly bending her knees and opening her pussy to Viktor.
"Lick your girl's pussy before you stick your cock in her," Katya half-whispered softly, turning her head slightly towards Viktor.
Viktor, like a rabbit before a snake, slid to his knees, and, embracing my wife's hips, began licking her hot, juice-dripping slit.
Their arousal was such that the smell of passion hit my nose. It was the familiar smell of a wet,
aroused vagina...
"Lick, lick it good, you dog," Katya whispered, not taking her eyes off Viktor, "play with the clit, see how excited it is..."
Katya began moving her ass in rhythm with Viktor's tongue movements.
A moment later, Katya shuddered, gasped, and, throwing her head back, moaned.
Viktor rose from his knees and began unbuttoning his trousers. Katya, meanwhile, was lewdly swaying her ass from side to side in front of Viktor, masturbating herself with her hand...
Finally, his excited cock sprang free like a stake. Not a bad apparatus, I thought. Thick, like mine, and with a big, good head, even thicker than the shaft itself. I'd suck one like that myself, I fucked myself over. Shit, damn cognac...
Viktor, meanwhile, approached Katya. She pulled her fingers from her pussy and brought them to Viktor's mouth.
"Here, lick my juice, my fucker," she ordered.
Viktor, not without pleasure, swallowed the whole handful, licking my wife's fingers.
Katya turned her ass towards Viktor again. She grabbed his cock with her hand and, smoothly moving towards it, began impaling herself on it.
Viktor's animalistic growl and Katya's moans merged into a single cacophony of ecstasy...
"Yes, yes, take it, bitch," Viktor growled, smoothly but forcefully driving his cock into Katya's womb.
"Oh, you dirty dog, lustful fucker, you like fucking your friend's wife, don't you," Katya asked with a moan, and immediately answered herself, "I know you like it..."
"You wanted to fuck someone all evening, so fuck the girl, fuck..."
Soon their movements became even sharper, Katya switched to a drawn-out moan aaaaaaa... Viktor raised his head like a wolf howling at the moon and trembled in orgasm, cumming inside Katya.
"Biiitch," he groaned and trembled, pumping the last drops of sperm into Katya's vagina with thrusts. He went limp and fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around Katya's legs.
Breathing heavily, Katya turned to Viktor and, half-squatting before his face, spread her labia with her hands.
"Come on, lick up your sperm, little doggie," she uttered.
"You like the taste of your sperm, don't you? Show the girl how much you love it..."
Viktor obediently stuck out his tongue and eagerly began licking up the flowing juice, swallowing so greedily as if it were a gulp of water in the desert...
Gradually, calming down and stroking Viktor's head, Katya said, "God, that was so good, thank you. I never thought you could with ones like that too..."
What does 'ones like that' mean, I thought. But the next moment, I had to pretend to be asleep again, since Viktor and Katya were already putting themselves in order and looking in my direction.
About three minutes later, a hand still smelling of sperm and female juices patted me on the cheek..
"Zhenya... Zhenya, wake up," I heard Katya's voice. She spoke like a child who wants to hide a bad grade from their mom... I opened my eyes and pretended not to understand what was happening. Viktor was standing by the railing smoking, pretending to admire the sea. Katya sat down next to me and, squinting strangely, looked into my eyes and put her hand on the fly of my pants... Then, silently, without taking her eyes off my pupils, she unzipped and brought my red hero into the light of day, which was ready to burst from the rush of blood. Not expecting such a turn of events, I lowered my eyes.
"Oh, you rascal," she whispered in my ear... "Calm down, I adore you, you're a darling."
With these words, Katya, tossing her hair back with a nod, took the head of my cock into her mouth and, jerking it with her hand, began to take it deeper into her mouth. Soon, with the head of my cock, I felt the ring of my wife's throat. My little virgin, I just had time to think, as a powerful stream of sperm shot deep into my girl's throat. Katya jerked from the urge to vomit, but overcoming the reflex, she swallowed the entire portion of the first spurt with a big, greedy gulp. My little guy began to pulsate, spewing more and more cum, like a fountain... Katya moaned and continued swallowing everything without a break. When the last convulsions of my cock ceased, Katya finally released it from her mouth, and wiping unswallowed drops of sperm with her palm, whispered, "You're a darling, Zhenka, I adore you..." She pressed her lips to mine and we kissed as if we hadn't seen each other for an eternity. The well-known taste of sperm spread across my palate...
On the way home, Katya clung to me like a kitten, as if apologizing for what had happened half an hour earlier. And I suddenly thought: what would I have done if I were in Katya's place with Sveta? And honestly, probably the same thing. After this thought, my "little guy" stirred again, confirming my reflections. So today Viktor got lucky, but tomorrow... Though, who knows. I watched a great porno, Katya let loose fully, and besides, such a deep blowjob was a first in my life... And most importantly: if Katya were in my place, she would probably have done the same as I did.
"Right?" I asked Katya, unexpectedly even to myself.
"Of course, darling," she answered as if reading my thoughts.
I pulled her close, shielding her from the breeze of the surf. Ahead of us awaited three more unforgettable nights...
As soon as we got to bed, the drunken sea air finally clouded my brain. I could still feel Katyusha stroking my head, but I couldn't react anymore... Stop-motion frames of Katya's hot sex with Viktor raced through my brain like a sleepy haze. I passed out.
I was awakened by the steady noise of the surf. I turned onto my back and stretched sweetly. A hard morning boner inspired optimism and calm. Sweet memories of the past night surfaced in my brain again. Katya's cat-like arched back, spread legs, and wet pussy... God, how awesome she fucked.
My hand itself slipped into my underwear and grabbed my cock. My buddy, already ready for feats, stood at attention. I slowly ran my hand from top to bottom and exposed the head. Then I squeezed a little more with a ring of my thumb and index finger and, running them up the shaft, squeezed a large drop of seminal fluid from the urethra. I took the drop with the finger of my left hand and sent it to my tongue... Bliss. Then I began smoothly and measuredly "pumping up" my buddy. Closing my eyes, I again pictured yesterday's scene.
"Yes, yes, that's it, bitch, give him your slit," I whispered to myself, remembering how Viktor's powerful cock pounded Katya's vagina.
A sweet wave of pulsating, aching nirvana spread inside my balls and squeezed my prostate.
"Cum, cum, you little wretch," I fueled my sensations with a vulgar voice.
"Yes, yes, here it comes, now, mmmmm….."
My body impulsively stretched taut. I squeezed the head of my cock hard and immediately felt the sperm hit the urethra. A sharp, sweet spark of orgasm pierced my body. I immediately cupped my palm and released all the sperm without a trace. A good tablespoon of sperm for breakfast—not bad. A bitter-astringent taste lingered in my mouth. My body instantly went limp, and my head filled with a feeling of weightlessness. Catching my breath a bit, I squeezed out a few more drops of sperm and put on my underwear. And only then did I suddenly think—where's Katya?
I got up and, staggering from weakness, wandered to the bathroom door. After masturbating, I didn't feel like peeing. I washed my face for a long time, trying to come down from the ecstasy. Finally, the cold water did its job, my body returned to normal, and I gladly fulfilled my bladder's desire... Then I brushed my teeth and opened the door, about to leave. And I froze in stupor. Faint echoes of voices came from behind the wall. Someone was in the neighboring bathroom. I listened. Quiet. And suddenly a faint voice... Yielding to vulgar curiosity, I tiptoed to the window and quietly opened it. The bathroom windows opened outward, and as soon as I opened the window, the neighboring bathroom was reflected in the glass like a mirror. I carefully stood nearby and peered.
The neighboring bathroom was as large as ours. In the corner opposite the window stood a large corner Jacuzzi; the walls behind the tub were mirrored. Moreover, the tub itself wasn't flush against the wall but separated by fairly wide shelves on which you could stretch out full length. In the Jacuzzi, amidst snowy foam, Katya and Svetlana sat facing each other. Katya, with her hands on the edges of the tub, threw her head back on the headrest and closed her eyes.
"I don't know, Sveta," she said, "you understand, I really don't want to make a mistake. I love him very much. But at the same time, I understand that if I don't explain this to him now, it will be very hard to fix anything later. I've already been dragging this out for a year. I seem to decide, but then I see him and think, what if he doesn't understand. I can't live without him, and with him, I can't bring myself to do it."
"You're a great girl, Katya, but terribly stupid," Sveta answered her, "well, you fell in love, well, you decided to get married, it's all clear. Well, then tell him everything at once, I've told you so many times, talk to him. He's a normal guy. Well, even if he doesn't want to, are you going to hang yourself? Well, at worst, agree on an open relationship for now, you'll sometimes let loose, but you'll preserve the relationship. And then who knows, maybe he'll like it too. Have you even offered him anything at all?"
"Well, in principle, everything suits us. I even thought yesterday that he wouldn't understand," answered Katya.
"So, if I understand you correctly, you sometimes get off with me, but you've kept him on a basic fuck for a whole year?" Sveta was surprised.
"Well, I don't