An Almost Perfect Pair — 5

Chapter 5.

With My Husband at Opuk.

My memory of returning home was hazy, in a fog, like a night's sleep. We lay in each other's arms, caressing one another, me pressing my bottom, which still felt the penetration, against my husband, him kissing my neck and shoulders. There was no strength left to continue... I didn't even shower, feeling semen running down my legs, only wiping it with my panties, which I found with difficulty on the sand.

Morning took a long time to come to us, even when the sun, nearing its zenith, knocked on the window with warm, gentle rays and mercilessly shone in our eyes. I tried to resist the daylight, having grown accustomed over several days to an evening-night

lifestyle, but... the force of day won...

"Darling..." I felt the bed, trying to find my husband, but he was already awake, having managed to go to the sea, swim, and return.

It was his turn to cook, while I lazed in the only embrace he doesn't get jealous of – Morpheus's (but that's not certain!)

I checked my phone – a slave to the matrix – reading messages from the Lover with admiration for the past and wishes for the future, knowing that the future would go with the innocent guy in parallel universes: everything comes to an end, especially our fleeting encounter.

Vadim padded up the stairs barefoot, as usual, wrapped in a towel... plopped down beside me.

"Sonya, are you getting up? It's almost evening."

"Don't lie... It's still almost noon..."

"That's not early either..."

"But not late..."

"You'll sleep your life away..."

"If it's with you, then I agree," I tried to pull the towel off my beloved, "we didn't finish yesterday..."

"What?" Vadim asked, feigning incomprehension.

We have a tradition – after debauchery with an animate toy, to remain alone together, and to cover the debauchery with tenderness, showing each other our true attachments... But last night we were too tired to have sex... And I wanted a continuation, to not feel pangs of conscience, incompleteness, a lack of tenderness from my husband, or something else I wasn't aware of. Vadik also had thoughts on the matter.

"To be honest, I don't feel like continuing with three today..." I said unexpectedly.

Usually, also a tradition, we have three meetings, but today I didn't want the Lover's embraces and to divide myself between him and my husband.

My beloved looked at me silently, and I couldn't understand what he was thinking.

"Of course, if you want to make a whore out of me again today... I won't refuse my master and will fulfill all his desires... But I would much rather spend time with you."

"We could dash to the sea," Vadim suggested.

"Darling, we are already at the sea!"

"I mean a different sea."

My husband preferred the waters of the Black Sea, cold, opposite me, a freeze-baby who loves swimming in the warm 'swamp' of the Azov.

"Let's pack our things, load the car... We're going to Opuk. And in the evening – to Novorossiysk. We can spend Sunday at home... A very good option indeed."

Our short vacation (or rather, mine) – seven days of the week and two days off from the last one – was coming to an end. We left home towards the Crimean coast on Friday evening to arrive at night. Saturday we entertained each other, splashing in the sea and resting from righteous labors. From Sunday until Tuesday, while Vadim rushed around Kerch on business, I flirted mercilessly with the future Lover, convincing him that married ladies succumb to debauchery even in their husband's presence. On Wednesday we met as a trio... Thursday and Friday we gave over to lust, planning to spend Saturday the same way, so that, overflowing with emotions, we would return to Novorossiysk on Sunday, plunging into the routine of the business life of our new Homeland. But... I can live without these follies, rather, Vadim pushes me, and I, as an obedient wife, go along with it, which I don't regret.

My husband and I love to travel, and if we can't go to warm places or travel around Russia by car, we arrange trips to nature, to wild and deserted places.

And the trip to Opuk – a little celebration of communication and love – was just right.

Nature reserves and forbidden zones – favorite places. They are beautiful in their wildness and abandonment.

We found a paradise corner – a place where the reserve ends and the training grounds begin, among abandoned coastal defense structures, among sand and feather grass, half-ruined dead buildings and the reborn kingdom of nature, in a nook where you can hide the car and find an intimate spot for the modest entertainment of an immodest couple in love.

A bottle of light wine practically without alcohol, light snacks, a well-worn blanket instead of a mat, and our eyes, hands, touches...

I was wearing a light dress and no underwear – I left it in the car, knowing I'd have to take it off.

The day was not yet hot, with a pleasant coolness. The rustle of grass and the thin melody of rolling waves. The "Ship Rocks" in the distance and a ridge of low mountains to the side...

I admire the play of colors of the sea and sky, dream of good things, and enjoy what is happening. I'm not thinking about sex, but I understand it's inevitable, and I want it...

Leaning on my husband, I gaze into the distance, we sit embracing, I slowly play with a lock of hair, and Vadim slowly but surely begins to seduce, which I don't refuse. Moreover, I desire to be in my husband's power!

Gentle fingers touch my breasts, and Vadim carefully plays with my nipples. I feel the slightest arousal and sweet languor in my lower abdomen. Hands slide over warm skin, covering it with goosebumps. Light strokes on the neck and touches of lips. A moan escapes my lips. But the hands don't stop. Fingers tangle in my hair and pull... They return to my breast, both nipples are in his fingers, and my husband pulls them...

"Ow," I cry out, "more gently..." I feel like being a bit capricious. We spent a lot of time on submission and domination, I want tenderness and a sense of security.

My breast is left alone, and the unhurried touches descend to my tummy. Fingers stroke my navel, where there used to be a piercing. My husband liked it, and so did I, but somehow I forgot to put it back in, and the hole closed up, and my husband forbade me to force it and painfully pierce a new one. One thing is humiliation and pain during sex, when both like it, another is in everyday life, and here care for a loved one is above momentary pleasure.

I leaned back, and turning my head, found my beloved's lips. But my legs are pressed together – I'm pretending to be unapproachable. I can't imagine a more foolish role for myself, but right now I like it. I smile mentally, continuing to kiss, moaning with pleasure. Tongues are entwined, and moans are muffled in kisses.

The hem of the dress is lifted – my beloved pulls it up, exposing my legs tanned under the gentle summer sun. Hands wander over my thighs, stroking skin warmed by the sun. I hide my sex when fingers reach between my legs.

"Are you already wet?" my husband smiles.

"Check," I spread my legs.

My lips are swollen and parted. Vadim slaps, and my sex responds with a pleasant wet sound. Fingers rest on the hole, massaging the entrance. My husband moves in circles, pressing.

Losing control, gazing into the bottomless sky, I cry out, a wave of orgasm washes over me, making me arch... Vadim stops, but when I come to my senses, he continues the caresses, trying to throw me back into the arms of orgasm. One knuckle enters my sex, two fingers play with my lips. My husband enters with three fingers, gently fucking. I come again, and cry out, but my husband interrupts the sounds with a kiss.

A free hand takes both breasts, squeezing. And continues to knead, enjoying the touches. The dress falls from my shoulders.

Fingers leave the hospitable sex, a hand smears the lubrication over my breast, and the wind touches my wet breasts with coolness. A palm between my legs, with a masterful movement spreads them. Vadim strokes my legs near my sex, sometimes touching the bud, running a finger from the hole to the clitoris, until he stops on the bead and lightly massages it. My lips are wet, sensitivity is off the charts, touches make me writhe with pleasure.

Wet fingers squeeze my clitoris, teasing it and pulling.

Not wanting to hold back, I cry out again, and my vagina contracts in orgasm. Wanting to prolong the pleasure, I freeze, grabbing Vadim's hand and squeezing tightly so he doesn't move either.

"Do you want me to kiss between your legs?" – Vadim knows I adore that, especially in his performance.

"Very much," I lie on my back, expecting a flight to the heavens.

A wet wipe burns with cold, removing excess lubrication – my thighs are wet, and it has dripped onto the blanket.

Vadim's tongue slides between my breasts, kisses my nipples, descends to my tummy, the tip touching my navel. The wet strip feels cool from the gentle sea breeze. My husband, smacking his lips, kisses my stomach and descends to my pubis, beginning to draw intricate figures on my smooth skin. Bypassing my sex, Vadim switches to my thighs, gently touches them with his lips, and approaches my sex.

I moan with pleasure and anticipation, and my husband hasn't even touched my pussy yet... I'm aroused, a touch is enough... His tongue presses THERE, and a sharp, deafening wave washes over me, making my body pulsate. Bright warmth pours from my lower abdomen over my thighs, spreading as weakness...

A short break is needed for both: mine after the orgasm, my husband's – before the main caresses.

Vadim buries himself in my labia, licking them in turn, kissing my pubis near the clitoris, presses his tongue against the hole. He spreads my lips and moves from the entrance to my sex to the bead. He sucks on my clitoris, capturing it with his lips and drawing it into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue... Catches his breath and returns...

I explode in orgasm, not holding back a cry, echoing the deserted beach...

"Now you..." I come to my senses with difficulty.

"You'll have to try... I want you in all holes... And slowly..."

I pull my husband to me, wanting to kiss, feeling my own taste on his lips.

After kissing our fill, I push Vadim in the chest, and he falls onto the blanket. I sit on top of him, feeling his swollen member. I touch his lips, switch to his neck, lead my tongue lower, over his stomach and groin.

I gently touch the head with my tongue, with my hands I knead his thighs, scratching with my nails, and Vadim shudders. I run my tongue along his cock, licking everywhere... I take the head into my mouth, sucking it. I go lower, to the base, holding his testicles with my hand, massaging them. My beloved's cock is hard as stone, and his hands tangle in my hair, squeezing it into a tight bun. The cock barely fit in my mouth, but I try to swallow it completely. I release it, take a breath, and swallow again, feeling that Vadim will come like this, without having time to realize his desires.

"Come," I tear myself away from the cock, and look playfully at my husband.

"No-o... I want to continue..."

"Come, darling..."

"Only if there's a continuation... With the whore and the slave..."

"I promise, darling... When we get to Novorossiysk, I'll call Anya," I promise, returning to the blowjob.

The cock secretes lubrication, I lick it off, feeling the trembling of the overexcited, ready-to-spill organ... I swallow it completely, my lips reaching his groin, leaving wet traces. Previous orgasms and unceasing arousal make me flow, and lubrication is not only on my sex but also on my thighs. I squeeze his testicles, holding the cock in my mouth, and release it when I start to choke... I take the head, suckling it heartily, with smacking sounds, run my tongue along the phallus, and swallow again, feeling that Vadim is about to come, filling my mouth.

I move up and down, my husband holds my hair, helping and guiding... With an imperious movement, he impales me on his cock, and hot semen spurts into my throat, making me cough. Tears well up, I try to break free, but Vadim holds me, not wanting to interrupt the pleasure. He lets go when I slap his thighs, feeling I can't keep the cock in my mouth.

"Ugh, you fool..." I wipe my tears. "I told you not to come in my throat! Yours isn't small..."

"Did you do that with others?"

"I did! Theirs were smaller..."

"So, I'm deprived of pleasure because I'm physiologically better than them?" my husband snorted offendedly, and I understood the conversation was going in an unwanted direction.

"I'll improve," I promised, not sure I could fix anything – I have physiology too...

We didn't discuss any more ticklish topics, which were indifferent to me and unpleasant to Vadim. Cool wine, warm sun, and the cold sea, into which my husband happily plunged and even made me swim, filled the day as it moved towards evening.

I didn't want to leave the deserted but hospitable place. Nor to return home to beloved, but worrisome, Novorossiysk, wanting to shout: "Vacation, don't end!" and run off to Cyprus, to splash in the sea by day, in the pool by evening, and in my husband's arms at night.

I admired the sea, afraid to look away, not wanting to say goodbye, while my husband packed our things. The rattle of the engine tore me away from pleasant, slightly sad thoughts... "Bon voyage, Earth, farewell!" – as they say, and I, slamming the door, sat down next to my beloved.

The road was long, and, as usual on unplanned journeys – pleasant. I closed my eyes, thinking my own thoughts, and they slowly shifted from everyday and business matters to whorish-pornographic... There remained a feeling that the last quiet but unpleasant spat, the unfinished frenzy of passion and debauchery together, and Vadim's unrealized desire to have me in all holes, stood between us like a silent wall, a haze of quarrel which, if prolonged, could spoil the last days and hours of a great, not only debauched but also romantic, vacation.

My thoughts turned to realizing desires, which were not only Vadik's but also mine. I wanted to please my husband, and to start with – a blowjob.

Vadim concentrated on steering, choosing the road and diligently, at speed, avoiding potholes on the broken road. About fifty versts remained to civilized highways.

Distracting the driver is not the best activity, but... I put my hand on my husband's cock, stroking... Vadim turned his head and smiled. Not a trace of gloomy pensiveness remained. My husband likes it when I caress him