Three Appeared Not by Chance-2. Mila and Vika.

Several meetings with Mila had passed since that group session, and the topic of expanding the format of our company always came up on its own. We tried to carefully steer Oleg into the conversation, casually inviting him and Vika over. Besides, in a couple of weeks, Mila was celebrating her birthday, so we decided to mark it with a close-knit group of friends, without inviting outsiders. There wasn't even a hint of sex; sitting together after another orgy, sated and satisfied in every possible way, we were just planning to sit, drink some wine, chat about various things... Mila began steering the conversation in the right direction, sitting on my lap, she whispered loudly

into my ear, so Oleg could hear: "So you'll get to meet Vikulya. You can't even imagine what a wonderful wife he has!" I played along falsely, saying, really, more wonderful than you, my dear Mila? And looked at Oleg with interest: "Oleg, is that true? And you've been keeping such a treasure a secret all this time?" Then I playfully nudged him in the side: "Or are you afraid I'll steal her?" To which he frowned even more: "You see, she's not like that at all, she doesn't even entertain such thoughts after all these years of our marriage." Then Mila joined in: "Olezha, that's not how it is, you just don't know women at all, even though you've been married for so many years, and you're far from a boy in age. Every woman deep down dreams of something intimate of her own. Usually, it's sex with another man, or more often, a depraved orgy. We're just afraid to admit it even to ourselves, fearing condemnation from loved ones." Saying all this slowly, clearly enunciating every word, and gently teasing his cock under the table with her foot, Mila seemed to have achieved some effect. Oleg pondered for a few minutes, but then shook his head again: "No, my Vika isn't like that... She doesn't have such thoughts..." Although his eyes lit up with excitement, he clearly wanted it, and it was obvious from the outside that he was even picturing the scene of our orgy in his mind.

Mila and I exchanged glances, understanding his state very well, but we didn't rush things. Mila got up from my lap and, as if indifferently, ended this delicate conversation: "Well, okay, we're good just the three of us, right?" With these words, she pulled both of us by the hands towards the bed. And already impaling herself on Oleg's cock, she sighed feigningly: "Pity my friend, missing out on so much..."

The closer the cherished birthday approached, the more my heart skipped a beat at the thought of Vikulya. I constantly replayed her image in my head, scenes from our wonderful trip to the dacha. And I wanted her more and more. Unlike her husband, I knew very well what and how his wife liked, especially what she was capable of. And at the upcoming party, she definitely wouldn't be able to refuse me, even in front of Oleg.

And finally, that day arrived. From morning until evening, I paced from corner to corner with a wildly pounding heart, like a schoolboy before his first date with a classmate. And when the right time came, I called a taxi and went to Milochka, deliberately not hurrying, wanting to arrive when everyone was gathered. On the way, I picked up a huge bouquet of white roses for the birthday girl and a slightly smaller bouquet of blood-red roses for Vikusha. At the door, I hesitated slightly and pushed it open, entering the apartment...

We fell onto the bed completely exhausted. Oleg lay on the edge, I was between the girls. Vika gently stroked her husband's softened cock, as if blessing him for further sex. I caressed Mila with my hand, penetrating two fingers into both her holes simultaneously, feeling only a thin partition separating my fingers. Pushing a little deeper, I began gently moving my fingers there, finger against finger. Having become aroused again, Mila purred softly under my caresses. With my other hand, I tried to do the same with Vika's holes. My fingers easily entered the well-prepared, heated holes, and I began to caress them in the same way. What a miracle it was to lie between two girls and caress them like this. We needed to take a short pause, catch our breath, and get our tools back in order. Meanwhile, Vika responded to my caresses by grabbing my cock with her hand. It turned into something similar to me caressing two girls at once, only here she was caressing both me and Oleg simultaneously with her hands, arousing and preparing us for new sexual pleasures. Mila put her head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear: "How perfectly everything turned out!" Yes, we were afraid there would be misunderstandings between Oleg and Vika, even up to a scandal, but it all resolved so simply. I embraced the heads of my bedmates and pulled them close, kissing them alternately on the lips. Now I felt complete confidence that a wonderful quartet had formed. Having recovered a bit from the first passionate sensations, we got up and went to the table. Embarrassment hadn't left anyone, especially Oleg. He was afraid to look at me, having essentially lost the bet about his wife, and even more so at Vika. He just sat there, eyes downcast, as if unable to take his eyes off his own beautiful cock. We sat at the table, sipping wine, coming to our senses; smiles reappeared on our faces, the numbness from what had happened faded. The wine lifted our spirits again, hot blood ran through our veins, clearly urging us towards new caresses and adventures in the land of dreams and sex. We sat at the table completely naked, having only cooled off under the shower. And there was no embarrassment at all, as if we had been doing this for ages. Mila turned on the music again and pulled Oleg away, hugging him hotly and pressing against him. And Vikusha and I sat side by side at the table, watching this sexual idyll. Vika immediately moved onto my lap, put her arms around my neck, and began kissing my ear. We both saw how, to the rhythm of the dance, Oleg's cock gained strength, rising again to its full height. I whispered in Vikusha's ear: "What a beauty! Makes my mouth water!" To this, she just smiled, touched my anus with her hand, then, wetting her fingers with saliva, began to caress it with circular motions around the hole, slightly penetrating inside. I leaned forward a little, resting my elbows on the table and lifting my rear. Vika pressed against my ear again, nodding her head towards her husband: "Where's he going to go? That beauty will be yours." After a slight pause, she added: "And you'll be his! Milka and I will teach you to love each other. I'll never forget that trip, what we did there with you guys! I still dream about it..." And from such words, I felt a wild surge of passion; my cock instantly hardened, raising its head high. Seeing this, Vika turned her back to me, lifted her rear, guided my cock into her vagina with her hand, and sat down sharply. The cock immediately entered completely, feeling the girl's inflamed insides. She just smoothly moved her hips in a circle and from side to side. I didn't move; it was incredibly pleasant to feel all these movements with my cock. And even more pleasant to simultaneously watch the naked dancing couple, where the partner with a beautiful figure presses her rear against the partner's swollen cock, and he holds her breasts with his hands, slightly twisting her excited nipples.

The girls were already waiting for us, feeling a bit sad. A slight fatigue from such moral and physical release was showing. Sipping from their wine glasses, they looked at us with dazed, foggy gazes of predators who had eaten but weren't quite full yet.

Oleg, as promised, took Vikusha by the hands and led her to the adjacent room to the bed. Mila and I followed. Oleg immediately asked how Vika wanted it, in what position and with whom where? Vika again took the reins, so graciously provided by her husband, into her own hands. Or more precisely, it was our two cocks in her hands, by which she led us to the bed. Oleg was seated on the edge of the bed, and Mila immediately began to help, pushing him to lie on his back. Oleg lay on the bed, his widely spread legs hanging off. Vika climbed onto him facing him and, kneeling, found herself right above her husband's cock with her vagina. Mila again helped her friend, guiding Oleg's cock straight into the insatiable womb of her friend. After a few movements with her rear, Vika found the most comfortable position and angle for the cock. Merging with her husband in a kiss, she began to move slowly. The cock entered her halfway in this position, but that suited both. Finally, it was my turn to join in. I approached with my cock at the ready, Mila squeezed some lube onto her hand and spread it all over my cock. Then squeezing more onto Vika's anus, she began to work the lube inside with her fingers. When the massage with three fingers ended, and they entered the hole freely, I brought the head up and pushed forward. The head easily penetrated, overcoming the first barrier. I pushed the cock forward until I rested against her buttocks. Pulling out slightly, I admired the wonderful picture of two cocks so close together entering one body. Oleg slowly inserted his tool deeper, while I made a backward movement. The second cock added piquancy and intensity to the situation, tightening the already narrow passage. We started slowly, but within a couple of minutes, the pace naturally began to accelerate. Vika moaned with excitement, greedily kissing her husband. I tried to drive as deep as possible into her rear, and Vika facilitated this by sharply impaling herself on both cocks. I felt a touch from behind; it was Mila catching my balls with her hand and gently massaging them. A few minutes were enough for us. Vika suddenly shuddered all over, letting out a simply wild howl of a she-wolf, and fell onto her husband, weakened by another orgasm today. My cock slipped out of her, but Mila immediately caught it and inserted it back into her rear. I was already close, so after a few thrusts, I also came inside her. Pulling out my cock, I stepped back, admiring the scene. A thin white stream of my sperm flowed from her anus, dripping straight onto Oleg's cock, which was energetically drilling Vika's vagina. But then he unexpectedly pulled out his cock with his hand and directed it into his wife's anus. After a couple of thrusts, Oleg moaned like a wounded buffalo and shot into his wife's anus. Vika, after lying on him for a few minutes, got up and on trembling legs, with sperm running down them, headed for the shower. We watched her go, still not recovered from what had happened just minutes before. But we all understood well that this was only the beginning, that we had a lot of interesting things ahead... Sitting at the table again after sex, we terribly regretted that so much time had been lost in doubting each other, because we could have been doing this long ago. But we are terribly grateful for the chance that brought the four of us together.

We parted in the morning, each with their own affairs and concerns. But after the party and what happened there, we became very close. Now I had the opportunity to openly exchange phone numbers with Oleg and Vika, and even openly discuss all intimate topics with Vikusha in front of her husband. We even met alone with her a few times at my place. But there's no doubt that Oleg didn't miss his chance with Mila either; she didn't say it directly, but hinted very unambiguously. But such individual meetings didn't bring as much joy and pleasure as our orgies, which we usually held at Mila's. Each time, our meetings became wilder and more delicious. It already seemed like everything had been tried, but suddenly one of us would introduce something new, even a small detail that changed the whole approach and opened a path to something new and untried. Mila and Oleg still didn't know about my bisexuality, and Vika and I were going crazy, not knowing how to draw our partners into completely different relationships. So we were waiting for some opportunity and chance...