First Meeting with BI Pair
Artem stepped into the warm, steamy atmosphere of the sauna, and his heart beat faster from a mix of nerves and excitement. The towel around his hips barely concealed his growing erection—a firm, athletic cock of average size, with smooth skin, not a single hair around, already twitching slightly in anticipation. He was married, a modest guy who always preferred tender yet passionate caresses: cunnilingus to bring his partner to trembling, and the doggy style position where he could feel a complete merging of bodies. Alena and Sergey were waiting for him in the steam room—she, a plump woman with soft, lush curves, 160 cm tall and 80 kg, sat on a wooden bench in a thin white robe,
which clung to her sweaty skin, outlining her large, heavy breasts with dark, swollen nipples. Her high, almost squeaky voice trembled modestly: "Hello, Artem... We're so glad to see you." Sergey, a tall and slender 46-year-old man, sat beside her, his eyes shyly sliding over Artem's figure, but his cock remained limp for now, hanging between his legs—it only got hard from the sight of someone touching his wife, and Sergey adored this observer role, to join in later.They started slowly, to warm up not just from the steam. Artem sat between them, his hand gently touched Alena's thigh, sliding up her soft, sweat-dampened skin. Droplets of sweat glistened on her full thighs, trickling down. "May I start with you?" Artem asked politely, his voice soft but full of desire. Alena nodded, blushing, and spread her legs, slipping off the robe. Her pussy opened before him: plump, pink lips, already swollen and wet, her clit protruding as a small bump, and moisture trickled down her inner thighs, shining like dew.
Artem knelt down, his face at her crotch. He took a deep breath, feeling his cock harden completely—now it stood rigid, the head glistening with pre-cum, veins pulsing along the shaft. "You're so beautiful here," he whispered modestly, and his tongue gently touched her clit. Alena squeaked in her high voice: "Oh, Artem... That feels so good..." He began licking slowly, in circles around her clit, sucking it with his lips, then dove his tongue between her lips, penetrating inside where it was hot and slippery. Moisture flowed abundantly, smearing over his lips and chin, squelching with each movement of his tongue. He licked every fold, sucking her lips, feeling her body tremble, sweat dripping from her forehead onto his hair. Alena's gaze was full of lust—she looked down, her eyes gleaming, lips parted in a moan. Sergey watched from the side, his breathing quickened, and his cock began slowly filling—the sight of another man licking his wife's pussy made him hard: now his dick was firm, with a red head, slightly curved upward, veins prominent.
Artem continued eating her out for about ten minutes, bringing Alena to the edge—her pussy pulsed, juices flowing in streams. "Please, enter me," she squeaked modestly, her voice trembling. Artem stood up, his cock glistening with his own lubrication, the head swollen, ready for penetration. "Let's do doggy style, as I love," he said softly, helping her get on all fours. Her large, soft ass stuck up, cheeks spread, showing her anus—pink, slightly quivering, and her pussy, squelching with moisture. Droplets of sweat ran down her back, gathering in the small of her back near her butt.
Sergey couldn't hold back and crawled closer. "May I... try?" he asked shyly, looking at Artem. "Of course," Artem replied softly, pulling his cock out of Alena's pussy—it glistened, covered in her wetness, drops running down the shaft. Sergey took it into his mouth gently, lips closing around the head, tongue wrapping around the shaft, sucking the taste of his wife. He sucked deeply, swallowing to his throat, saliva running down his chin, mixing with her juices. Artem moaned: "You suck so well... Keep going." Sergey licked his balls, sucking them, tasting sweat and arousal.
Then Artem returned to Alena, continuing to fuck her doggy style—thrusting in and out rhythmically, each push accompanied by squelching, her ass shaking, tits swaying. She came first—her body shuddered, pussy clenched around his cock, squeezing out juices that ran down Artem's thighs. "I'm... cumming!" she squealed. Artem felt his own approach: "I'll fill you now," he said politely, and began to cum—thick, hot streams of semen shot inside, filling her pussy, mixing with juices. When he pulled out—semen flowed out, white and viscous, dripping onto the bench.
Sergey immediately pressed his mouth to his wife's pussy: "Let me clean you up, my good girl," he whispered. His tongue dove inside, sucking out Artem's semen, swallowing greedily, licking every drop, while Alena moaned with pleasure. Alena's gaze met Artem's—in her eyes was gratitude and lust, she smiled modestly.
They moved to the shower to cool off. Under the warm streams of water, their bodies gleamed, sweat washed away, but arousal didn't fade. Sergey knelt down again, took Artem's cock into his mouth—now clean, but still hard. Artem stroked his head: "You're so obedient." Sergey sucked slowly, lips sliding along the shaft, tongue caressing the head, saliva mixing with water. Alena stood nearby, her hand slid to her pussy, masturbating, watching this spectacle—her fingers entered her wet hole, squelching.
In the shower, they continued caressing: Artem kissed Alena, his tongue in her mouth, while Sergey licked her anus from behind. Alena loved anal, and her hole was already quivering. "Enter there," she squeaked modestly. Artem turned her face to the wall, pressed his cock to her anus—lubricated with water and Sergey's saliva. The head pressed, the sphincter slowly stretched, gripping the shaft tightly. "Oh, so deep..." she moaned in her high voice. He entered completely, began moving—pulling out halfway to feel the tightness, then thrusting back in, slapping against her wet ass. Drops of water flew, her anus squelched with each thrust. Sergey watched from below, his gaze full of adoration, cock hard, he jerked off slowly.
Artem fucked her ass for about fifteen minutes—slowly, to not cause pain, but deeply, feeling the walls clench. Alena came again, her body trembled, anus pulsed around his cock. "Fill me there," she requested. Artem came inside—semen shot in streams, hot and thick, filling her ass. When he pulled out—white fluid ran down her thighs, mixing with water.
Sergey licked everything clean: tongue in his wife's anus, sucking out the semen, swallowing with pleasure. "Thank you," he whispered shyly.
Then they moved to the relaxation room—cool, with soft sofas and bottles of water. They drank, bodies still hot, sweat dried. Alena sat on Artem's lap, her lush curves pressed against him, her pussy rubbed against his thigh, leaving a wet trail. "I want more," she squeaked modestly. Artem smiled: "Of course, let's do doggy style again." He positioned her on all fours on the sofa, her large ass stuck up again, anus and pussy gleaming from previous caresses—lips swollen, moisture dripping.
His cock hardened instantly—firm, with veins, head gleaming. He pressed it to her pussy, entered slowly: felt her lips part, gripping the head, then the shaft slid inside, squelching from the mix of semen and juices. "You're so soft inside," Artem whispered politely, beginning to move. He pulled out completely so the head touched her clit, then thrust in sharply, slapping his balls against her ass. The sounds were loud: squelch-squelch, slap-slap, her tits swayed, nipples hard. Sweat beaded again—droplets ran down Alena's back, down Artem's thighs.
Sergey sat opposite, his gaze fixed: he saw the cock entering and exiting, covered in white threads of semen and juices, Alena's pussy stretching, lips reddening. He jerked his dick—now hard, with a drop on the head. "Fuck my wife... She loves it," he whispered shyly.
Artem sped up, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. Alena moaned in her high voice: "Yes, deeper... Your cock is so good!" She came—pussy clenched, squeezing out juices that sprayed onto Artem's balls. He felt his orgasm: "I'll cum on you now," he said softly, pulled out his cock and came on her ass—thick streams of semen shot onto her cheeks, running into the crevice, dripping onto her pussy. White, viscous fluid gleamed on her skin.
Sergey crawled over and began licking—his tongue slid over his wife's ass, collecting semen, swallowing every drop, sucking her skin. Alena turned, kissed Artem: "That was so... pleasant."
But arousal didn't fade. Alena knelt before both of them, her high voice sounded modestly but with desire: "May I suck you?" She took Artem's cock into her mouth first—lips softly enveloped the head, tongue swirled around, she swallowed deeply, to her throat, saliva ran down the shaft, dripped onto her tits. The cock gleamed from her saliva, veins pulsed in her mouth, she sucked greedily but gently, looking up at Artem—her eyes full of lust, cheeks hollowed from sucking. Then she switched to Sergey: took his dick into her mouth, swallowing completely, her lips slid along its entire length, tongue caressed his balls, saliva ran down her chin. Sergey moaned quietly, his hand rested on her head, guiding.
They stood side by side, Alena alternated—sucking Artem deeply, gagging slightly, then Sergey, licking the head in circles. Her hands stroked both their balls, fingers massaged their scrotums, saliva dripped abundantly, mixing with pre-cum. "You're both so hard," she squeaked, pulling out for a moment, and swallowed Artem again, her throat constricting around the shaft.
Artem and Sergey felt their approach simultaneously. "Let's cum on your face," Artem suggested softly. Alena nodded, continuing to suck alternately faster. Sergey came first—thick streams of semen shot onto her cheek, ran down her face, dripped onto her lips and tits. She opened her mouth, catching some, swallowing with a smile. Artem followed—came abundantly on her other cheek, semen covered her face in a thick layer, ran down her nose, chin, dripped onto her heavy breasts where nipples stood firm.
Alena didn't rush to wipe—with her fingers, she smeared the semen over her face, collected it from her cheeks and tasted it on her tongue, licking her lips: "Mmm, so tasty... Mixed." She rubbed the semen over her nipples, massaging her tits, then leaned and kissed each cock in turn, licking the remnants. Sergey knelt and kissed her on the lips, tasting his own and another's semen, their tongues entwined.
They lay on the sofa together—Alena in the middle, Artem and Sergey on either side. They caressed her body tenderly: Artem kissed her neck and tits, sucking nipples covered in semen, Sergey stroked her thighs and licked her ear. Alena stroked their cocks, which gradually softened but still twitched. "That was incredible," Artem whispered, embracing her. "Thank you... You're so warm, so open."
Alena squeaked quietly: "We're grateful too. You were so attentive... We want to repeat it soon." Sergey nodded, blushing: "Yes, come again. We really enjoyed it."
They lay a little longer, drank water, then slowly dressed. At parting, all three kissed—tenderly, with tongues, tasting everything that had been. Artem left with a smile, full of warmth and satisfaction, knowing this was only the beginning.