Boss's New Year

When Vasily Petrovich invited me to celebrate the New Year with him at his dacha, I was somewhat surprised. After all, I was far from a model employee. I had a little sin; I was far too fond of the fair sex. Age wasn't as important to me as a woman's proportions. I loved full-figured women, with large breasts and wide hips. Once, Petrovich even caught me when I was doggy-styling our rate-setter Zina. Oh, what a juicy woman she was: tits, ass, everything was immense.

And now this invitation. I cautiously asked my other colleagues, and it turned out I was the only one from our circle going. This worried me even more.

Besides, I was planning to celebrate with friends. But there was nothing to be done; it's not customary to refuse the boss.

At the agreed time, Petrovich picked me up. He was alone in the car.

 — "Where are the others?" I asked, somewhat taken aback.

 — "Vera Ivanovna is already there, getting the bathhouse ready for us."

 — "And there won't be anyone else?"

 — "No one. Why, doesn't that arrangement suit you?"

 — "No, no, it's just a bit unexpected. I thought you'd have many guests."

 — "Oh, come on, my wife and I don't like noisy crowds."

I must say, Petrovich's dacha stood right on the shore of a picturesque lake, and the bathhouse was practically at the water's edge. Vera Ivanovna met us at the doorstep. I immediately noted the fullness of her waist, which I so loved, and the volume of her breasts. "Just don't you dare stare at her, she's the boss's wife," I was giving myself instructions as we entered the house.

 — "Meet Vitalik, and this, as you've probably guessed, is my beloved Vera Ivanovna."

 — "Hello, my Vasily has told me so much about you," she said and extended her hand to me.

I took her hand, and I was as if paralyzed. More precisely, I couldn't utter a word, I just stared at her full, white breasts, literally straining the fabric of her dress, at the nipples protruding through the material.

 — "Why are you making the young man shy here," Petrovich came to my aid. I began to apologize, but that only seemed to amuse them even more.

 — "Let's have a hundred grams and then to the bathhouse," Petrovich suggested, sitting down at the table. "Come on, Verunya, serve our guest."

She stood up, came right up to me, and poured some vodka. As she did, she leaned over slightly, causing her breasts to open up even more to my view.

 — "Thank you," I literally mumbled through my teeth, feeling my cock getting hard and imagining how I would look naked in the bathhouse with an erection.

 — "Stop it, Verun, you'll have time for that later," Petrovich said a phrase that wasn't entirely clear to me at the time.

We drank, had a little snack, then gathered our bath things and headed to the bathhouse. The steam was just right. Petrovich immediately climbed to the top bench, while I had to sit below for a bit to get used to it. Then we started steaming. Petrovich kept adding steam until he drove me off the top bench.

 — "Well, that's enough, break time. Let's go rest," and we went out to the anteroom. "Whew, good. Just, damn it, we forgot the kvass, oh well."

He opened the door a crack and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Verka!" And when she responded, he told her to bring some kvass.

 — "What's the rush," we went back into the steam room. At first, I was beating Petrovich with the birch twigs, then he suggested I lie down on the bench. But he had only swung the little bundle a couple of times when noise was heard in the anteroom and the next moment the door to the steam room opened:

 — "Well, how are you doing here, not completely steamed yet?" came Vera Ivanovna's playful voice.

 — "Have you lost your mind? If you want to come in, come in, don't let the cold in here," Petrovich scolded her in a completely ordinary voice.

 — "It's warmer in there," and the door slammed shut.

 — "And here, I brought you some kvass," and she splashed some from the jug into a ladle and handed it to Petrovich.

 — "Verun, steam our guest, I'll rest a bit," and Petrovich went out to the anteroom.

 — "Oh, I'll steam you alright," and Vera Ivanovna started throwing water on the hot stones. From the heat, it seemed like my skin would blister any second. And she started beating me with the birch twigs too, and with both hands. Unable to bear it, ignoring propriety, I jumped off the bench, and only then, down below, covered my privates with my hands.

 — "Look, he's shy, just like a maiden," and she, tossing the twigs aside, moved right up to me. Taking me by the chin, she forced me to lift my head up. "Haven't you seen naked girls before?" she asked with a hint of mockery.

 — "Well, yes, I have," I answered, not quite understanding where she was going with this.

 — "With breasts like these?" and she, continuing to hold my chin with one hand, freed one of her breasts with the other. With stunned eyes, I stared at her large nipples.

 — "Well, how are they, better than Zinka's?" and she freed her other breast.

The mention of my old sin brought me back to earth and stung quite painfully. So this old goat Petrovich had blabbed everything to his wife.

 — "Well, no, these are definitely better, those ones had smaller nipples."

 — "That's more like it," she said, pleased, and playfully shook her breasts in front of my eyes. "Mine are also firmer, here, take them, feel them." And she took and placed my hand on her breast. Well, about the firmness, perhaps she was exaggerating, but otherwise, she was quite something. To somewhat hide my starting-to-rise cock, I crossed my legs.

 — "What, feeling the pressure?" she asked with some mockery, and immediately put her foot on the bench next to me. "But you haven't seen everything yet," and she started lifting the hem of her shirt.

And at that moment, the door opened and Petrovich returned to the steam room.

 — "I was wondering why they'd gone quiet, and here they are getting acquainted. Well, how is it?" he began fiddling around the stove as if it were the most normal thing.

 — "So far, we've established that my breasts are better than your Zinka's," Ivanovna answered, not at all embarrassed by the situation, even with some pride in her voice.

placing it on her mound, she began bending my fingers inside her.

Her hot, wet lips parted, letting me inside. I quickly found her clit and pressed on it slightly. Letting out a little "oh," she slightly closed her legs, but the next moment she herself squatted a bit, impaling herself on my fingers. I saw that Petrovich was watching over his shoulder as I fingered his wife, and with increasing frenzy, I squeezed her breasts. Letting out another little cry, Ivanovna turned her back to me and sat on my lap. But since I was sitting with my legs crossed, she made me uncross them. My freed cock slapped juicily against her pussy. And immediately, with one hand, she caught Petrovich's cock and directed it into her mouth, and with her other hand, she inserted mine into her hole. And off we went. How she managed to keep Petrovich's cock in her mouth while also bouncing on me with her whole body was incomprehensible to me. I don't know if it was from the spiciness of the situation or something else, but probably within a minute I felt a wave of lust washing over me, and wanting to catch every moment, I grabbed her breasts, trying to pull Ivanovna onto me as hard as possible and started to cum. Stars danced before my eyes, and to try to come to my senses, I closed my eyes. Ivanovna continued to squirm on me, sucking off Petrovich.

After a while longer, Petrovich grabbed his wife's hair and, despite her resistance, literally started impaling her on his cock, and within a few seconds, he came right into her mouth.

 — "You brute," and Ivanovna pushed him away. "How many times do I have to tell you not to go so deep, I can't breathe." And she broke into a coughing fit.

 — "Sorry, darling," and he handed her a ladle of kvass. After taking a sip, she splashed the rest right in his face. He just wiped himself off and continued to grin guiltily.

 — "Should we add more steam, or go to the table?" he asked, even with a bit of lewd curiosity.

 — "You're not bad," Ivanovna turned to face me. "Though you could have waited a bit longer, but alright. I'll forgive you for the first time," and she playfully patted my cheek.

 — "So, are we going or staying?" Petrovich asked again with some impatience.

 — "What about you?" Ivanovna asked me.

 — "Whatever you decide," I answered in her tone, accepting the rules of their game.

We went out to the anteroom, threw on sheets, and ran barefoot through the snow to the house. The room was heated quite hot. Vera Ivanovna and I settled on the sofa, and Petrovich, opposite, on a chair. Well, then everything as usual, champagne for the girls, vodka for the boys. The first toast to the New Year, the second to our acquaintance.

 — "The third toast has always been drunk to our beloved women, to you, Vera Ivanovna!" and I raised my glass.

 — "Just Vera."

 — "What?" I asked, not understanding what she was saying.

 — "For you, I'm just Vera," she repeated.

 — "Alright, to you, Vera," I repeated.

 — "And on a first-name basis," Petrovich prompted.

 — "Exactly," Vera agreed and immediately offered her arm. I had no choice but to take her arm as well. We drank, and she offered me her full lips. Remembering that not long ago she had been sucking off her husband, I quickly pecked her and pulled away.

 — "Is that how people kiss?" and she, setting her glass aside, pushed me onto the sofa and literally devoured me with a kiss. She rummaged in my mouth with her tongue like a stoker with a poker in a furnace. I tried to push her away a bit, but all I managed to do was make her covering fall off, and now her breasts were rubbing against me.

 — "Don't you like how I kiss?" she asked with some offense, pulling away slightly.

 — "No, it's just," and I couldn't help but glance towards Petrovich.

She also looked at him, not understanding what I meant.

 — "Ah, that's what it is. Now we'll even the odds," and she, sitting on the very edge of the sofa and spreading her legs wide, beckoned Petrovich with her finger. And to my surprise, he obediently approached her and, settling on the floor between her legs, began to lick her mound.

 — "Well, are you even now?" she asked with some mischief.

I had nothing to do but smile foolishly. And Petrovich, it seemed, knew his business, because within a few minutes she began to moan. Meanwhile, I sat next to her and fondled her breasts, and she played with my erect cock. A few more minutes later, with a moan: "I want you to do it with my breasts," she pulled me towards her. I sat on her stomach, she brought her breasts together, and I began to move my cock between them. Each time the cock slipped out in front of her mouth, she tried to lick the head.

 — "Squeeze them, squeeze them harder," she pleaded in a moan. "Play with the nipples."

And I began to knead her white, full breasts with all my might, twisting her nipples, pulling them. Freeing my cock, I started hitting her breasts with it with all my force, then thrusting it back between them. Vera was already moaning fully and jerking from waves of orgasm. And then a wave of orgasm began to wash over me too. Seeing that I was about to cum, she suddenly pushed her husband away from her and started pushing me down: "I want it inside me." Honestly, I didn't care either way, and positioning myself between her legs and lifting them up, I entered her in one go... Squealing, Vera jerked her whole body to the side. "Wrong hole," she cried out. But since the wave was already overwhelming me, I didn't stop, not letting her break free, and kept pounding her until I discharged. Thrusting in one last time to the full length, I stopped, and not understanding why Petrovich was laughing so hard, I asked Vera again what she wanted.

 — "You entered the wrong hole."

 — "What do you mean, wrong hole?" and I pulled back slightly. My cock was indeed disappearing between her buttocks, only the entrance to her mound was free. Missing, I had burst into her anus, but since enough moisture had flowed to lubricate it, I had entered more or less easily.

 — "Congratulations, you just popped a cherry," Petrovich literally choking with laughter, patted me on the shoulder.

 — "I'm sorry, it was an accident, I didn't notice," I tried to justify myself somehow, pulling out my cock.

 — "Oh, it's alright. It was just very unexpected and a bit painful," Vera wiggled her buttocks and listened to her own body. "Though it seems okay now. It's just that this one," and she nodded towards her husband, "tried to enter me back in the day too, but it hurt way too much then, but now:" and she wiggled her buttocks again, and you could even see her anus contracting and relaxing.

 — "Well, anyway, let's have a drink and go back to the bathhouse, or we won't get washed before the New Year."