Family History. The Beginning.

At a medical seminar for surgeons, over a glass of whiskey, I got talking with Mikhail, a surgeon from Kazan. I don't remember which of us first brought up the topic of wives and their sexual preferences, but closer to midnight, I already knew that Mikhail was a swinger and that he and his wife had an open relationship. Stumbling and embarrassed, I told Mikhail my own story, about how my wife was fucked by a guy I had found for the job. My frank story didn't particularly faze Mikhail. One of his acquaintances in Kazan had started out in roughly the same way. And it was fine. The acquaintance was happy. His wife was happy; Mikhail fucked her periodically in his presence. They even go together to choose New Year's gifts

Listening to Mikhail's story, an idea came to me. What if Mikhail and this acquaintance came to visit me and Katya sometime? Doctors always have their paperwork in order, and they weren't strangers. Mikhail agreed immediately, and a photo of Katya only strengthened his confidence. As for the acquaintance, it was unlikely he could make it. His wife wouldn't let him. They had that kind of relationship. It's called cuckold-sexwife. Everyone fucks her, and he only has her.

Disappointed, I downed the rest of my whiskey in one gulp and was about to go to my room to sleep, but Mikhail stopped me. Mikhail had a couple more doctor friends who were into the scene. In short, Mikhail and I parted as full friends.

Elated, I returned from the seminar and began preparing for the meeting. I told Katya that I had managed to find a couple of decent guys willing to fuck her. But I needed an exact date, so I first inquired about Katya's critical days. It worked out quite well. Her period would end in a week on Thursday, and by Saturday we could fuck safely without fear of pregnancy. Katya was more interested in the sizes of the contenders' dicks. She didn't want them to be too big, like Anton's, but she didn't want small ones either. I called Kazan about this. Mikhail pleased me. His and Igor's dicks—that was the anesthesiologist's name—were quite normal, about 18 centimeters. I was reassured. The day was set—Saturday in a week.

Literally a couple of days before the date, everything suddenly changed. Mikhail unexpectedly called on Friday afternoon and said that he and Igor were already in Moscow. It just happened that way. Of course, they could go to a hotel, but if Katya and I didn't mind, they could come straight to us and stay with us for a couple of days until Sunday.

This arrangement seemed even fortunate to me, but I needed to arrange with my mother-in-law to take the children a day earlier. Surprisingly, my mother-in-law agreed immediately. I took my son and daughter to her, along with the usual bag of clean clothes. My mother-in-law greeted me warmly. She lamented that I had to work on weekends and sent her regards to Katya. And she also asked Katya to call her back on Saturday evening about some matter. With a light heart, I left the children and hurried to Katya's work to pick her up and get home quickly. On the way, I called Mikhail back, agreed on a time, and gave him the address. Mikhail promised not to be late and asked what Katya drinks.

I sat in the car for half an hour near the office of the construction company where Katya worked as an accountant. The clock showed exactly six when Katya came out of the office accompanied by some man. The man walked Katya to the barrier, they exchanged a few more words about something, and the man returned to the office. Katya hurried to the car and opened the passenger door. Without a word, she plopped onto the seat, quickly pulled me to her, and, without giving me a chance to recover, dug her soft lips into mine. There was something animalistic about it. My dick stiffened. Katya pulled away from me, pushed back the sun visor, and started fixing her hair, looking in the mirror.

— Why aren't we moving? — Katya asked, not looking at me.

— Who was that? — I answered her question with a question.

— Our commercial director.

— What did he want?

Instead of answering, Katya suddenly smiled predatorily.

— Yes! I'm sleeping with him. For over a month now. And I like it. Any more questions? — Katya, as if nothing had happened, continued looking in the mirror.

— What do you mean, sleeping? What about me?

— You weren't against someone fucking me, were you? I couldn't wait that long. I don't understand. If I had told you in advance, would everything have been okay?

— I just want to know everything and always! I'm your husband, after all!

Katya bit her lip and lowered her eyes. Now she suddenly really felt guilty.

I looked confusedly at her, then at the barrier by the office.

— Well, I'm sorry. I'm a fool. Well, what can I do for you to forgive me?

— Did they call? — Katya asked quietly.

— Yes. They asked what you drink. I said brut. Right?

Katya nodded.

— So, are we going, or are we canceling everything? — she asked as if into the void.

I started the car and pressed the gas. We drove in silence, not uttering another word. I parked near the house. We entered the building and called the elevator.

— The guys will be here in fifteen minutes! — I said quietly.

— Today, everything will be as you want! — Katya answered quietly.

I looked at my wife, at her guilty eyes.

— Absolutely everything? — I asked.

— Yes. Whatever you say, it will be.

— Good!

— I'll do everything you want, just promise me you won't be afraid of your desires. Promise? — Katya looked up into my eyes. — Promise?

— Yes.

— I have a first desire.

— What?

— When they come, be naked already.

— Completely?

— Put on black high-heeled shoes.

— Okay!

Katya reached for me, gave me a peck, and entered the apartment.

We sat in armchairs. I was in a robe, Katya was completely naked, only wearing black high-heeled shoes. We sat waiting for the guests. The doorbell made both of us flinch.

Katya stood up.

— Remember our agreement? They come in, you kiss them both! — I quickly instructed Katya.

— Yes. I remember everything! — Katya took a deep breath and went to open the door.

Mikhail and Igor entered. Something clinked in the bag in Igor's hand. Mikhail waved.

— Hello, buddy!

I waved back.

Katya, without a word, pulled Igor towards her, turned him so I could see, and dug her lips into his. Igor didn't resist. With her other hand, Katya took Mikhail's hand and guided it between her legs. After kissing Igor to her heart's content, Katya switched to Mikhail. Then back to Igor. This kissing game lasted about five minutes. In the finale, both guys already had their jeans unzipped and their erect dicks pulled out into the light.

My dick was also sticking out from under my robe. The head was throbbing.

— Boys, pick me up. I want my husband to see everything.

— Carry her to the bedroom! — I said, my voice slightly hoarse.

The friends obediently carried Katya to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. After a couple of seconds, they returned.

— We're going to shower. We'll be back soon. Everything's in the bag. Will you set up? — Mikhail blurted out quickly.

— Yes, of course! — I took the bag and entered the bedroom.

Katya lay with her legs spread wide, watching as I set up the previously prepared table, placed whiskey and champagne, and laid out snacks on plates.

A floorboard creaked behind me. Mikhail and Igor stood in the doorway. Both naked. Both had dicks sticking out like sticks.

— Maybe we'll have a shot, to get started? — Mikhail smiled. — And to get acquainted.

I handed Mikhail the bottle of champagne. I started uncorking the whiskey, glancing furtively at the guys and their dicks. Mikhail's had a pointed head, Igor's, on the contrary, had a head like a mushroom, big and fleshy.

Mikhail poured champagne into flutes and handed them out.

— I'm Mikhail. This is Igor! — Mikhail nodded towards Igor.

Igor shook my hand.

— Katya! — Katya chimed in from the bed.

Everyone clinked glasses and drank a little.

— Guys, let's give it to her in the mouth first, and then we'll drink, — I suggested.

I approached Katya, climbed over her, sat with my back against the headboard, spread my legs, and pulled Katya towards me so that she ended up between my legs slightly to the side, so my dick wouldn't be in the way, and so I could see her face well.

I gestured with my hand to Mikhail and Igor, inviting them to begin.

The guys carefully climbed onto the bed and knelt before Katya. Mikhail on the left, Igor on the right.

— Go ahead, Misha, you first! — I began to direct.

Mikhail leaned forward and placed his dick against Katya's lips. Katya, without taking her eyes off me, took Mikhail's dick in her right hand and began slowly licking the head. With her left hand, Katya took Igor's dick. Katya diligently licked the head of Mikhail's dick with her tongue, now taking it into her mouth, now taking it out again. I tensed up completely. Katya licked the head, trying not to lose eye contact with me. Her little tongue wandered over the bluish surface. Katya pressed a little on the dick, and a drop of pre-cum appeared from the hole. Katya immediately licked it off. The head now disappeared into her mouth, now reappeared.

— Tasty! — Katya said quietly and pushed Mikhail's dick head a little deeper into her mouth.

— Don't rush! — I warned her.

— Everything for you! — Katya smiled.

— Did you suck off your commercial director too? — I asked her.

Katya nodded, not taking her eyes off me.

Mikhail froze, but I nudged him towards Katya, and she started sucking his dick again.

— Every day?

Katya nodded again.

— And today too? — I persisted.

Katya, after a slight hesitation, nodded again.

— Suck Igor's now!

Igor moved his mushroom-like dick to Katya's lips. Katya, without letting go of Mikhail's dick, started on Igor. The huge crimson head now disappeared into her mouth, now crawled back out into the light. Katya, from excitement, began to wiggle her ass. Her breathing quickened. She was already sucking both dicks alternately.

— I won't be afraid of my desires! — I whispered quietly into Katya's ear and pulled her towards me. Katya let go of Igor's dick, and I immediately dug my lips into her fucked mouth.

Katya didn't need any "persuading." She was shaking with euphoria, just like me. She had just been sucking two huge dicks, and now she was kissing her husband passionately.

Without stopping kissing Katya, I nudged her back towards the dicks. Katya understood what I wanted. She began alternately sucking dicks and then making out with me. This went on so long that Katya's back started to cramp a little from the uncomfortable position. At some point, she slid off me and straightened up on the bed.

— Fuck her in the mouth! — I encouraged the guys.

Mikhail and Igor began alternately fucking Katya's mouth. She only had time to offer her lips to one, then the other.

My shaft was literally bursting with tension, but I was afraid to touch it with my hands so as not to cum, and I endured.

I saw Igor—it was his turn—suddenly sharply increase the pace and start cumming right in Katya's mouth. His body shuddered in convulsions. His dick jerked in Katya's mouth, and she kept looking at me.

Igor, exhausted, crawled aside and collapsed in exhaustion. I crawled over to Katya, who was lying on her back, lips pressed together.

At first timidly, then more confidently, I began kissing Katya on the chest, then the neck, then the cheek, slowly but surely approaching her lips.

Katya made a swallowing motion and slightly parted her lips. Her rapid breathing indicated she was very aroused by everything happening.

Slowly overcoming the last barrier, I ran my lips over Katya's lips. Katya stuck out her tongue a little. I did too. Our tongues met and, like two small, nimble animals, began to twist and turn, trying to catch each other. I felt a faint taste of semen, but it didn't upset me; on the contrary, it aroused me even more. Katya smiled. This game amused her.

I smiled too. I liked all this insanely. I liked some incredible, wild uninhibitedness of my wife, I liked the new acquaintances who behaved like gentlemen, giving me the opportunity to enjoy the new Katya. I liked their dicks, which still had a lot to do today.

— Misha, now you! — after licking my fill, I yielded Katya's mouth to Mikhail.

Mikhail, who had long understood that some game was going on between me and Katya, hovered over Katya and carefully inserted his dick into her mouth. Katya sucked it a little, took it out, and looked at me.

— Can I do it myself?

— You're the mistress here! — Ivan smiled.

Katya turned, laid Mikhail down next to Igor, took Mikhail's dick in her mouth, and got to work. Mikhail threw his head back and completely surrendered to Katya's power. With her free hand, Katya found Igor's dick and began jerking him off. Her lips slid up and down Mikhail's dick like a piston of some machine. Literally a minute passed, and Mikhail started to cum. He came violently, writhing on the bed like a python. I noted to myself that Mikhail had a quite athletic and flexible body. Gradually, Mikhail's dick stopped jerking in Katya's mouth, and Mikhail quieted down next to Igor.

Katya, with a mouth full of semen, looked at me.

I understood her without words. I crawled closer and brought my face to hers. For a while, we looked at each other, as if standing before a line that needed to be crossed. Both at that moment understood there was no going back. But what was beyond that line, and how it would be there, they didn't know. They couldn't know yet, but passion was stronger than reason. Katya, smiling mysteriously, leaned forward a little more. I slightly opened my lips and took her lips with mine. I felt a portion of semen flow from Katya's mouth into mine. I sucked out all the semen and swallowed it. But Katya didn't let go of my lips. Whether as a sign of gratitude or as a