Dream come true
My husband and I have been reading stories posted on this site for a long time; for us, it's like a kind of foreplay. We read, mentally immerse ourselves in the characters' images, and it's incredibly arousing.
About us! We've been married for 18 years and we were each other's firsts. Just don't imagine us as nerds... We're sociable, fun, and ready for adventures!!! It just happened that way, I guess.
We still argue about which of us first brought up the topic of group sex. And we can't figure out where this idea came from; apparently, we were lacking some novelty, though, as I now understand, we could have diversified our sex life in other ways—many things were left untried.
But with eager eyes, we posted our profiles on websites, selected couples, sent photos, and finally, met beforehand. Oh, how many there were, I can't even remember; we wanted to find something unusual and kindred in a couple, and again, mutual attraction from all four sides had to arise. For us, it was very serious. Just sex in this process didn't interest us.And then, as it seemed to us—we found them! She is strong-willed, assertive, and talks all the time; there were no oppressive, wordless minutes—quite the orator. He is the complete opposite, a quiet type, not very confident, but there was something attractive about him.
At the appointed time and place, which was at a sauna (I still think they're mainly booked for this purpose), we met.
Oh, how my feet wanted to bolt, but the desire for novelty held me back. Alcohol was involved; relaxing was impossible. I honestly envy people who can overcome fears without its help. When enough had been drunk, everyone perfectly understood that we couldn't delay any longer and it was time to start...
It all began in an unexpected way. She asked the boys to leave, to go steam or swim in the pool. And she abruptly and forcefully dragged me into the private room. The boys didn't hide their indignation, but Ira said it was necessary. Naturally, I had no prior experience of intimacy with a woman before her, aside from teenage exploratory fun with girlfriends teaching each other how to kiss properly and when it's okay to slip a tongue into a guy's mouth; the existence of the clitoris was also a revelation to us. The things we did with it—we still get embarrassed remembering. Essentially, that was my first group experience, when we lay forming a closed circle and gave ourselves pleasure using the clitoris.
Of course, I was taken aback by such assertiveness, but she didn't give me time to recover, quickly dealt with my swimsuit. She kissed me, and her hands caressed my breasts. I was in complete stupor and simply accepted her caresses, and she really liked that; apparently, the role of the initiator is more interesting for her. Meanwhile, an endless stream of compliments flowed from her towards me. I could always be proud of my figure; although I'm not tall, I never worried about it—proportional figure, shapely legs, a small butt, and size 4 breasts. I know men find me attractive, but I've never seen such an admiring look from any man as from Ira. She continued to caress me, laying me on the bed, spread my legs, and headed there with her lips. I tried to stop her; she didn't accept any objection. I didn't feel aroused and kept comparing her caresses to my husband's. She acted differently; her actions were more decisive, her caresses more demanding. I became scared at the thought that she would probably want the same from me, and I wasn't ready for that (later, I made a comforting conclusion for myself that I would definitely never become a lesbian). Apparently, my husband caught my mental SOS signals, and despite Ira's prohibition, he entered the room. He pulled her to himself and began to caress her. And at that moment, Denis hesitantly approached me. Just as hesitantly, he positioned me doggy style and entered from behind. I still wasn't aroused at that moment, but I didn't stop his actions, considering it foolish. After some time, when he was finishing, I pretended that I also had an orgasm and now needed time to recover.
I left the room, leaving the door ajar, and meanwhile decided to dry my hair, as our time was coming to an end. In the mirror's reflection, I could freely observe their continuation. And what I saw—my husband diligently working over Ira, giving her pleasure, making her moan—I definitely didn't like it and it disgusted me. What Denis was doing at that moment wasn't visible.
As soon as they finished, we decided that was enough for today and we'd continue more interestingly next time, though I already firmly knew there wouldn't be a next time. It turned out that seeing your own loved one fucking another woman is disgusting, and for a long time he disgusted me, though I understood he wasn't to blame; it was our mutual decision. Therefore, after this meeting, I closed the topic of group sex; I told my husband I liked it all, but didn't want it anymore. Although for some time after the meeting, Ira kept bothering me with calls, confessing her love to me and asking to meet; I didn't expect such a turn of events at all, and I had to firmly tell her that girls don't interest me.
The story described above happened several years ago, and until today, we still returned to this topic. At home, we accumulated a whole arsenal of intimate toys, which we often used. At some point, we started practicing anal sex, and I really liked it; I was even ashamed to say it, thinking it was abnormal. During anal sex, I inserted a dildo into my vagina; I really liked that feeling of fullness, and an orgasm would come within minutes. Somehow, I caught myself thinking that when I watch a porn film where a girl is taken in both holes at once, I get aroused and am terribly envious of her. When I suggested adding a man to us, my husband refused, saying it was selfish, and only agreed to a couple. And we returned to searching. We found what we were looking for; they turned out to be a very interesting married couple. We became very close friends, and the desire to have group sex took a back seat. For a long time, there was no opportunity; everyone had small children, no one to leave them with, or simply no time.
But finally, a time was set, and Nastya and I decided to approach this day beautifully. We bought ourselves sexy costumes at erotic stores and presented ourselves to our husbands in them. It was immediately decided to swap partners. We caressed each other for a long time. It was so interesting to hear the smacking, moans from the couple lying nearby, and it was arousing. But no matter what I did, my partner's organ absolutely refused to get hard, which even in its flaccid state embarrassed me, as its size differed greatly from my husband's penis. I perfectly understood that just caresses wouldn't suffice here and a blowjob was necessary, but a stupid barrier prevented me from doing it; I could only do it for my husband.
In the end, it all ended without even starting. I was very upset that Igor didn't get hard for me, because with my husband such problems never arose; he was ready everywhere and always in a second. I took the blame upon myself and apologized, though Igor said it was simply because he was very nervous. For the remaining time, we just lay, chatted, laughed, and eventually all fell asleep in one bed. So, we turned out to be failed group sex enthusiasts.
The last incident happened a year later; all this time we were friends and met with Nastya and Igor; they firmly became part of our friends, and the question of another attempt arose, but somehow implicitly; everyone knew it would happen sooner or later.
The weekend had gorgeous weather, and we decided to spend it as wild campers on the islands. Taking everything necessary—tents, supplies, things, and food—we set off on a motorboat along the river, looking for a free island away from people, and found one. The first day we sunbathed, swam, fished, cooked food over a campfire—in short, we enjoyed the weather and the company immensely. But the sun did its job, exhausting us so much that at the end of the day, as soon as it set, we collapsed into the tent and fell asleep.
The second day continued similarly; we were lucky that no one else arrived on the island. We took advantage of this and decided to sunbathe naked with Nastya. We only covered our nipples from the sun with leaves or small stones. The men, fishing nearby, looked at us with lustful eyes. The air was charged with arousal. Igor started approaching Nastya more often, stroking her body and sometimes touching intimate areas. My husband behaved more modestly, pretending that fishing was much more interesting to him. It was my turn to watch the campfire, as food was cooking on it. I walked away, and while I was tending to the necessary tasks at the fire, Igor, not wasting time, positioned himself on top of his wife, who was lying on her stomach. I watched them with interest; although it was far, I understood from their body movements what was happening with them. This aroused me so much that I called my husband under the pretext of needing help. While he was heading towards me, I was already waiting for him in the tent.
It was quite stuffy in the tent, but that didn't stop us; he understood my desire in a second and entered me immediately; I understood he was as aroused as I was. At some point, I stopped him and asked him to call Igor; my dream was finally going to come true. Igor crawled into the tent; I quickly explained what needed to be done and lay on top of him, inserted his penis into me (having put on a condom first), and offered the other hole to my husband. Nastya simply watched with interest. My husband lubricated the offered hole with saliva and inserted himself. A feeling of flight overwhelmed me; it was something else. The sensation of sweet pain and an approaching orgasm drove me crazy. Two live penises moving inside you simultaneously—it can't be compared to any dildos. I don't remember if I made any sounds, but it was like a dream. After a few minutes, we all came together. And yes, I'm selfish; I did what I wanted. Nastya was left out.