Senior comrade — with my wife
The story contains explicit language — But only these words fully correspond to that reality.
This story is from my personal life; I am typing it not for popularity, but in search of correspondence companions. I would like to exchange experiences of many years of "ménage à trois" and beyond, escalating further. Preferably, to find a conversational partner with experience of more than ten years (at least).
The dizzying debut, the "coming out" of my Olya into "society," turned out to be our visit to my colleague, already far from young, a master from my workshop, G. Ivanovich. But before telling the story itself — I will recount its "prelude."
We lived then in one of the bedroom districts —
of the third capital of some kingdom of some state. From an excess of hormones, or in common parlance "sperm toxicity," we entertained ourselves in the evenings by photographing our sex life with an old camera. But doing this during fucking, without outside help, is somewhat inconvenient, so I told G. Ivanovich (as an older comrade — about 52-55 years old) about our little problems. Especially since we often hung out at his workplace talking "about women."He told me a lot about his wild youth, lamented his wife, saying things like: "She doesn't understand!"; talked about how interesting it was with a new girl (younger), boasted about sizes (verbally). The drawer of his desk was stuffed with all sorts of pornographic postcards and photographs. We often looked at them; I especially liked a series of photos where three soldiers (of a foreign army) first tie up a girl, then — insert a glass tube (diameter 6-8 cm) into her pussy and throw caught mice into it: Brrrrr… !!! Shivers ran down my spine, but for some reason it was pleasant!? I understood that the tube actually had a bottom, and since they shoved it into the girl — quite deep, the mouse, as it were, hides in the pussy but doesn't crawl over living flesh. Understood everything, but I LIKED it!!! Then came photos where the soldiers fuck that lady in all holes, but that's already classic and not as interesting. But mice in the pussy — That's Something!
Having told G. Ivanovich about my difficulties in "photo art," I received practical advice: use a tripod, a timer, and his 80-frame camera. Considering the complexity of his equipment, Ivanich generously offered me development and printing of my "eroto-masterpieces."
Already, a couple of days later, my wife and I spent the whole weekend in bed. Running from the camera to her pussy, I got out of breath and photographed a full roll — wife in the pussy, wife in the mouth, in the ass — didn't fuck there yet then (naive fool!) After giving the film to Ivanich and agreeing with him about not distributing the photos, we set a meeting day at his house, where we would get our fucking in glossy.
Day "X" arrived.
Here begins the story itself.
My Olya couldn't boast of outfits and so we limited ourselves to a sundress under which were — only panties. Olya, in the morning, tried with makeup and asking me to fix her hairstyle (between the legs), was ready to go for "all the heavy stuff"…
Another district, apartment, doorbell, Ah, it's You!!!
I was already waiting! Come into the kitchen, I'll bring some coffee with cognac now.
Well, here I am. Oh, what a wonderful wife you have, Sanya… ! A beauty! A smart one! You drink, drink: No, no, I already drank while waiting for You: And what legs your Olya has, just class!!! And you, girl, why are you blushing?! Hiding beauty — It's a sin! Do you shave yourself, or does Sashok help? Doesn't it tickle — when you walk? And now — also shaved?
No! I'm not insisting, just interesting to see in real life, mine doesn't shave at all: Ah! What legs! Well, Brother! I Envy You! If I could try such a girl at least once, I'd be for life!!! After forty minutes of such conversation Olya — breathes intermittently, constantly licks her lips, throws her head back and fixes her hair: Everything says that My Wife — is very aroused: San! And you — pour, don't be shy, or else Olya here can't relax. Let me give you a back massage, Olenka, you don't mind — Sashka!? Yes, No, Don't mind: And the nipples, the nipples, look Sanya, how tense! I'll touch, quietly, a little: And the stomach — what a flat one, not like mine! Oh! Look — San! Her hair, through the sundress, prickles! Come on, stand up girl, turn around, wow, what a good Masha — but not Ours! Pity! Alexander, can I see her naked? I've already seen Everything anyway, in the photos? Ivanich! You've already groped her all over! Olya — what about you? Don't mind? Come on! What — you're sorry!? Here, my beloved Wife, takes the hem of the sundress and takes it off right before our eyes! I was already about to burst from pressure, both in my dick and in my head, and when I saw her in just panties I just FUCKING LOST IT!!!
I say, G. Ivanovich — can I — FUCK HER at your place!?
Yes — NO problem!!! And I'll take photos, if Olya doesn't mind!?
I look at my wife — don't recognize her!!! Flushed, standing, with one hand sort of covering her pussy, and the other rubbing her nipple. I went up to her, kissing her all over, and she whispers to me quietly: "From behind, from behind stand:". I stood behind her back, hands stroking her body, already shoved one into her panties, and she (the bitch) arched back and stretched her leg out to Ivanich! He started kissing the leg, playful hands smoothing towards her pussy. I, while taking off my pants, He, pulled my wife's panties aside and shoved a finger into her pussy — jerking her off, as if fucking with a dick. I then pulled her panties off and push her towards a chair, Dick as if made of iron (even Buzzing!). Ivanich ran to another room for the camera, Olya got on all fours, spread her legs, arched like a cat: When I drove into Her, and there "sea-ocean!," fucking — I sweated myself, well I feel damn you — beauty, I'm pounding without speed limits and brakes. Olya moans, wiggles her ass, when I pull out to full length — even squeals! FUCK!!!
About Ivanich — simply forgot, then I see, he (the bastard) sat on a chair to the side, took out his dick and is jerking off — only the camera dangling on his chest.
I'm fucking Olya, and He to me — turn her, turn her towards me… I understood that He wants to fuck Her in the mouth! But that, somehow, wasn't in My plans! Even though his dick is indeed huge and stands like a post, but we're not fucking a Whore, are we!? Or maybe — A WHORE!!! A whore! And who am I fucking then? If not — a whore, a married slut, a lustful bitch! IN — THOUGHT!!! And all this without stopping stretching my dick, the pussy — of this slut…
Thoughts swarm in my head… "Maybe turn my wife towards Ivanich, let her suck him off — practice!?". I pulled out my dick, sat on the chair myself, turned Her face towards Him, as if showing — TAKE HER!!! He came over, kneading Her breasts, and started shoving a finger into the pussy where I'm working with my dick. I felt it! Olya too — even howled! Threw her head back and whispers to me… "Don't cum! I beg you — Don't cum!" Normal requests!? I'm already, on the finish line — and here Don't cum! I pulled out my dick, and my wife spread her legs and started jumping on I-ch's finger! He came closer to Her, with one hand fucking Her pussy, and with the other jerking himself off… About twenty seconds they jerked, She as if moaned, grabbed His shoulders and started wiggling her pussy forward — back, I-ch rested his dick against her stomach and started cumming, a lot and for a long time. Here Olya too — squealed, twitched, her legs buckled, she collapsed on me. Kisses, whispers in my ear… "You're not offended, Sanechka? It was so cool for me, his dick is so huge and hard! But I love You — more than anyone in the world! You are my EVERYTHING!!!" Fucking great for you! BUT WHAT ABOUT ME… !
Well — Boy! You'll cum now — you won't want to later… And I — wouldn't mind… Here BITCH! With my balls, you could hammer nails… !
Here, G. Ivanovich also came to from nirvana. Well Olenka, Well girl, Well You're just (thought slut — said) a smart one! Come to me, touch how hot he is… And She, my wife! Stood up and (simply, like a prostitute) swaying her ass went to Him! Sat on His knee, took His dick in her hand and started rubbing it against her leg!
I see, Iv-ch's bolt isn't ready yet and He himself, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes — moaning. Cognac, We drank it all, and there was — half a jar… I say… "Ivanich! Is there anything to drink?" He to Me… "Run to the store, I'll give money… Or what if the wife suddenly shows up, what will you tell her?" Logical! I quickly throw on a shirt and pants and fly like a fly to the store… Wife shouts after me… "Buy champagne!" I HATE IT!!!
Approaching the grocery store doors with the thought that in five minutes G. Ivanovich won't have time to fuck my Olya, that his dick isn't hard anymore, and She already came once — meaning she's weakened a bit… FUCK YOUR MOTHER!!! The grocery store is on lunch break! Until the end — 15 minutes! AND WHAT TO DO!?
Run back without booze, they'll think I'm jealous — awkward somehow! Wait for lunch to end? But he'll FUCK Olya, My Wife, this — workshop master!
Dear reader! Please don't forget that I'm thinking about all this with ringing balls! (You'll understand!). Everything hurts! I think if I don't drink (was young still), I'll explode, need to calm down… Wait until opening, run in — vodka "Moskovskaya," Sweet champagne — I HATE IT!!!
Total — 30 minutes and I'm at the door.
Ding-dong. Open up pig — Bear has come!
Ivanich, in sweatpants and a T-shirt, diligently hiding an erection…
Well where have you been!?
FUCK! Yeah, I got captured by the enemy here, barely escaped, here are the trophies, and how are things here with you… ? In the room, at the coffee table sits naked Olya, in just shoes. Leg over leg, hands resting on the sofa seat, back arched, "dangling" a foot with a half-off shoe. Judging by how hard She's fighting the blush on her cheeks and the lustful trembling in Her whorish body, one should think — They weren't looking at magazines here.
We pour — drink — doesn't take — drink — doesn't take!
Olya… Suck it, well I'm asking you, don't be an Ass!
Iv-ch… "And me too (laughing)."
Olya, gets up and ceremoniously leaves… "I'm going to shower" — through her teeth.
Pause — we're silent…
I… "Ivanich, did you fuck Her?"
He… "Sanek, how could I! We were talking about you."
I… "Well?"
He… "She — loves you!".
I… "Come on!"
Ivanich (averting his eyes)… "True, true!".
Well, fucking great.
Olya in the shower washing her charms, either preparing, or calming herself.
I and Ivanich in the room, quietly drinking vodka…
Well, how is She — to You!?
FUCK — Girl! I, asked Her to suck Me off, She said that if you allow it — She doesn't mind… What about you?
Don't know — Ivanich, still Wife somehow… And fucking her — will you? I can ask Her — where She wants…
If you allow, I — will stretch all Her holes, you'll see yourself, how SUCH, as She — likes it…
Come on — Ivanich! Yours isn't that big… Bet that She'll sit on a champagne bottle!?
What are you — Sanek! Offering your Olya to shove a bottle in her Pussy!? Let Me — better fuck Her in the ass, she'll scream but won't want to get off the dick… I, once fucked one whore — in the ass, so she later didn't ask for anything else!
No Ivanich, in the ass — with Your Dick… ! It'll hurt Her…
Our intellectual conversation was interrupted by my wife.
She's already in the sundress, under it seems — nothing. The blush is gone, but looks lustful and moreover, in every way sticking out her whorishness.
Olya… ! Ivanich said that You want to suck him off…
And — Do you want that… ?
No! Don't sweet-talk me, I asked first…
Who asked first, doesn't matter! Sucking — I will… (Perking up) — if you Want that…
I want to propose a toast (this is Ivanich butting in).
(Talks about a rose, comparing it to a woman and assuring that unfurled — She (meaning — woman) is much more beautiful. Olya — sips champagne, we vodka — seems it's kicked in… Ivanich — to Olya; let's dance!
I — what dance! I want to fuck, and it's still daytime…
Olya — and You jerk off and watch Us… FUCKING LOST IT!!! Ivanich turns on the tape recorder, and to "What Can I Do," they start imitating a dance… Ivanich, already not shy at all, making out with my wife, groping — Her ass. Olya rubs against his dick and squats on His knee. He lifts the dress and with both hands, grabbing both halves of Her butt, stretches them apart, right in front of me. Wife, without panties — either sticks out her ass, or presses against His dick. I start to understand that most likely — today My wife, Ivanich will fuck after all…
I console myself with the thought that He's old, will die soon, and I have my whole life ahead, that for him (My wife — on His dick) it's a memory for life. Inside, I, reconciled with This thought, what's left — to make Everything beautiful… I approach Them, press against Olya's back, hands on her chest, She turns around and the dancing — continues already with Me. The sundress is already almost on her shoulders, Olya kisses me on the neck and says… Sasha, and are you honestly not against me giving myself to Him, Don't be afraid, This isn't Betrayal. I feel how She's all trembling with desire. And where do you want Him to fuck you? Yes, let Him choose himself — I want Him — to shove His into me… Ivanich (already without pants), quietly approaching from behind, presses against Olya, then with one hand pulls Her, by the hips away from Me, and with the other wets His Dick.
I look alternately into my Wife's eyes, then at Him.
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