A successful start to the new year

Just a day after I sent Anya home to her husband, my beloved wife returned. Cheerful and content with life. Like with Anya, I met her at the station, picked up her suitcases, and we walked to the car.

"How have you been without me?" my wife asked already in the car, looking into my eyes.

"Missed you immensely," I replied, smiling at her face.

It was clear my wife didn't quite believe my sincerity. But, as it seemed to me, she had so many skeletons of her own that all the closets in our city wouldn't be enough. So we smiled sweetly at each other and drove home.

The snowy road made me a bit tense, and I would have preferred to call a taxi, but my wife was so in love with the car and insisted we drive it everywhere. I turned on some radio, and the snow-covered car slowly made its way down the road. There were very few idiots driving their own cars in such weather, and we got home very quickly.

"I'm taking a bath!" my wife announced from the doorway and, dropping her bags, rushed to the bathroom. And indeed, twelve hours on a train, even in the cold season, is not exactly a pleasure. When you finally get home, you want to wash off all the grime as quickly as possible.

While my wife was in the bath, I slowly unpacked her suitcases. I was intrigued by a half-used pack of condoms, but my wife wouldn't tell the truth anyway. I sighed with slight bitterness, remembering the time spent with Anya, and continued unpacking. As if mocking me, fate slipped me another interesting gift—a crumpled pile of a t-shirt and panties, heavily stained with something white. If one person produced all that, I'd shake their hand and erect a monument.

The dirty laundry went into the washing machine, and meanwhile, I decided to make the bed, which was somewhat rumpled from the wild games with the winter guest. Under the pillow, I found Anya's panties, which had been removed in a fit of passion. I picked them up, brought them to my face, and inhaled the scent of Anya's pussy. It was divine and evoked memories of several magnificent days in my life... My cock instantly shot up and was ready to please someone with its attention. And just as I managed to stuff the panties into my jeans pocket, my wife came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.

"Well, who missed us here?" she asked playfully, unzipping my fly and pulling my cock out of my pants. It was already cocked and ready, and perfectly understanding my state, my beloved knelt before me and began quickly bobbing her throat onto my cock. At the same time, her hands quickly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, and with one motion pulled down everything that was in the way of fully attending to my cock.

She took my little guy in her right hand, and with the other—firmly squeezed my butt. And without letting go, she smoothly, millimeter by millimeter, began descending from the head to my balls. Knowing my weakness, she swallowed my balls and began lightly jerking my cock. I tensed to the limit and couldn't hold back anymore when, at the last second, my little wife pulled away from my balls and swallowed my cock as deep as she could.

Losing control, I came violently into my beloved's throat. She happily sucked it all up to the last drop and smiled:

"Well, at the very least, you haven't had sex for a couple of days."

The experiments temporarily ceased at that.

After an excellent blowjob, my wife and I crawled under the blanket and fell asleep. I sleep very poorly during the day, so after an hour I already felt alert and rested. Taking advantage of the fact that my wife was sound asleep after the long journey, I decided to check what had prompted my beloved to give me a blowjob instead of the traditional post-trip sex.

Carefully, my hands slid under the blanket and began feeling my wife's intimate areas. I found her tight little hole, and my beloved grunted disapprovingly. So my hands continued their brief journey to her pussy, and finding the coveted target, my now mischievous fingers penetrated inside the wet hole. I was somewhat taken aback—usually my beloved would start whining that it hurt with three fingers, but here three fingers went in without any special effort at all. I think even four would have gone in without trouble.

I opened the blanket a bit, spread my wife's appetizing buttocks, and was stunned—the tight little hole was simply on fire. The last time I saw it like that was when my little wife decided to fuck her ass with her favorite, not-so-small-sized phallus!

When my beloved woke up, I casually hinted about the dirty clothes in the suitcase and the stretched-out pussy, to which I got a chuckle and an exaggerated shrug in response.

Be that as it may, the New Year was approaching, and we immersed ourselves in the routine holiday preparations—chopping salads, frying fish, cutlets, and so on. And of course, I couldn't imagine such a holiday without jellied meat! In short, we stuffed the fridge to the brim with food and were ready for any guest invasion.

The thing was, most of our acquaintances had scattered to relatives, guests, resorts, and we met the holiday in a friend's apartment with a small company. We had a very modest gathering—drank champagne at the chimes, picked at the salads, and wandered home. Old age, probably...

At the stroke of the chimes, I wished for the whole new year to be simply excellent from start to finish. And it seemed that wish didn't come true, as January 1st became hell for me. No matter how many times I've sworn off drinking champagne, every year I step on the same rake—after champagne with a pounding headache, you try to fall asleep, and then wake up in the morning thinking you'd rather have died yesterday.

The whole day I spent consuming Citramon and suffering in bed. erotic stories My wife looked outrageously good somehow, while I suffered and watched movies on my laptop. It seemed nothing new had happened this year.

But the next morning made me reconsider my attitude towards the new year. At the crack of dawn, my phone was already ringing. I answered and put the receiver to my ear:

"Hi, Mikha!" a woman's voice shouted from the speaker. I hated being called Mikha, but there was one person who didn't care. That was Valya. Well, in a nutshell, she was the wife of my former classmate Mitya. They got married just three years ago and were constantly hanging out with friends on hikes, yelling songs to a guitar and destroying liters of wine.

"Hi, hi," I replied. "What's the good news?"

"I'm in your city! Can I crash for a couple of days?"

I looked at my wife—she was shaking her head no.

"Of course!" I answered cheerfully, watching my beloved turn green. And the thing was, Mitya had had his eye on my future wife back in our student days, but she ended up choosing me. And Valya, Mitya's wife, developed feelings for me. Well, we'd wink at each other sometimes, I'd pinch her soft spots, but things didn't really go further, as my beloved controlled my every step back then.

And the thought that someone who had wanted me for a long time was coming to visit us infuriated my little wife to the point of exhaustion.

"Why do we need her here!" my beloved wailed as soon as I hung up. "Isn't sex with me enough for you?"

"But it's not enough for you," I parried, "otherwise, how do you explain your fucked-out ass and pussy? Or the liter of cum on your clothes?"

My wife flushed and fell silent. She knew I had my own dirty laundry too, but this time I had caught her red-handed, and she hadn't caught me. Thankfully, she didn't know about Anya's panties lying in my crumpled jeans, or she would have twisted off my balls and everything else for Anya.

Since Valya was supposed to arrive in about forty minutes, we had time to tidy up and set the table. There were heaps of salads and other things, so we definitely had no food problems for the next couple of weeks. For myself, I got out a liter bottle of vodka, and for the girls, I had a five-liter jug of dessert wine Kindzmarauli, bought from a familiar seller who got it supplied from Kakheti.

And right on schedule, forty minutes later Valya was already ringing the doorbell. We opened the door, and she immediately hung on my neck. Not wanting to watch all this, my beloved fluttered off to the kitchen. I took Valya's coat, hung it on the rack, and led the guest to the table. Our kitchen was small but cozy. We sat down at the table, I poured wine and vodka into glasses, and a leisurely conversation began to flow.

It turned out Valya was just passing through—she was heading further but decided to drop into our city for a couple of days to walk around and see the sights. In general, nothing unusual—Mitya and Valya's traditional quirks. They could go for a sober New Year's swim in an ice hole. They could suddenly take off and travel to the ends of the earth just to eat some exotic fruits.

Same here—just felt like visiting an aunt, right after the New Year. No, it's fine. I twirled my finger at my temple. We consumed snacks and alcohol, reminiscing about student times along the way. Although we had plenty to remember after student days too. Valya, already quite tipsy from the sweet wine, was eyeing me, and I, emboldened, began to fondle Valya's breasts through her t-shirt (she never wore bras anyway) and kiss her passionately every time my beloved left the kitchen.

Evening crept up during the leisurely conversation. I wouldn't say it was new for me to stay at the table from early morning until late evening (that was common in my home village), but by evening we were starting to nod off a bit. Valya was feeling the effects of the journey, I had the early morning, and my wife had nerves.

We made up a bed for Valya in the living room on the fold-out sofa, and we ourselves retired to the bedroom, where a gorgeous double bed stood. Truth be told, even four people could lie here without problems, let alone two. Closing the door behind us, my wife and I undressed—both I and my beloved usually preferred to sleep naked.

Outside the door, we could hear Valya rummaging in her suitcases, then finally lay down and turned off the light. I couldn't sleep. The object of desire was too close. I was thinking about waiting until my beloved fell asleep, and then I'd slip out to Valya. Anticipating my thoughts, my wife's hand rested on mine:

"You want her, don't you?" my wife whispered in my ear. I nodded silently. "Well then, invite her to our bed."

Not believing my ears and not wanting to miss the moment, I wrapped a towel around my hips—my favorite attire when walking around the house—and quickly stepped out into the semi-darkness that enveloped the living room.

"Valya," I called softly to the guest.

"What?" a whisper came from the direction of the sofa.

"Don't you want to join us? We have room for you on our bed," I said and froze.

My heart was pounding like a steam boiler, fueled by the alcohol I'd drunk. The couple of seconds before the answer felt like an eternity when, finally, Valya slipped out from under the blanket and came over to me. We went into the bedroom—my wife was already lying on the opposite side of the bed and wasn't even looking in our direction. I lay down in the middle of the bed, and placed Valya next to me.

Valya looked me over, and then herself—she was wearing a t-shirt and lace panties. On my wife and me, there was minimal clothing—none. I took her breast and began lightly stroking it through the t-shirt. Valya's nipples immediately betrayed her by hardening.

"I think I'll take this off," Valya said, pulling off her t-shirt and panties. Panties were my weakness, so I took our guest's underwear and inhaled the scent of her appetizing pussy. Having removed her clothes, Valya slipped under the blanket and pressed against me. The situation was a bit... Okay, it was very awkward. On one side, my wife lay beside me, beside herself with anger, on the other side—the girl I desired, who was afraid of my wife.

Trying to somehow defuse the situation, I continued to caress Valya—my fingers played with her nipples, kneaded her small breasts, stroked her belly, and smoothly descended to her pussy. Valya was principled about not shaving her pussy, we had learned that long ago, back when Valya first wore tight denim shorts on a hike without panties. And all the abundance of hair on her pussy kept peeking out from under the shorts whenever Valya spread her legs.

I ran my fingers over her furry pussy and began teasing her clit. Valya tensed up a bit and began breathing heavily—the caresses had turned her on, and she wanted more. My cock tensed and was ready to enter the hitherto unexplored hole when I was roughly pushed away from Valya.

My beloved pushed me aside and took care of our guest herself—she kissed the frightened girl passionately and began covering her beautiful body with kisses lower and lower until she reached her pubic area. Skilled female hands expertly caressed Valya's pussy and breasts, making her moan with pleasure. After which my little wife turned her butt towards Valya and presented her smoothly shaved pussy to Valya's face. She understood what was wanted of her and buried her lips in the plump lips of my little wife's pussy.

I watched all this in shock, and my beloved was fucking Valya's pussy with her fingers, occasionally sucking the girl's clit. Feeling that orgasm was near, my little wife began rubbing her own clit and after about five seconds, she heavily fell onto her side in a fit of orgasm.

Valya was heated and unsatisfied, so I rushed towards the body craving caresses and sex, but was stopped by my beloved:

"Stop! Wait!"

My little wife slid off the bed, turned on the light in the room, then retrieved our camera from the closet, which we sometimes fooled around with, filming homemade porn. Battery charged, enough space on the memory card, action, go!

"Okay, Valya! Suck him off!"

Valya obediently turned to me and took my cock into her mouth. She carefully sucked the head, lightly stroking my balls. I put my hand on her head and pressed slightly, hinting that she needed to deepthroat my cock. Valya tried to deepthroat it but coughed and pulled away.

"Again!" the director shouted.

The girl shyly tried again—this time she deepthroated it deep enough and froze for a second, getting used to the new sensations.

"And now get on top of Misha!" my beloved continued to command, having fully embraced the role of director and cameraman.

I propped myself up a bit, leaning my back against the headboard, and Valya sat on my cock. While my hands kneaded the girl's ass and I sucked her appetizing nipples, Valya bounced on my cock, moaning with pleasure. My little wife was filming close-ups of my cock squelching into Valya's wet pussy, of Valya rubbing her nipples against my face.

"And now doggy style!"

Valya obediently got on all fours, and I entered her from behind. One of my favorite positions! Stretching Valya to the very balls and listening to them slap loudly against my lover's clit, I tried my best to delay my orgasm to prolong this magnificent sex even for a moment. When I glanced away from Valya's charms for a second, I saw that my little wife had already thrown the camera aside and, without being shy in front of anyone, was satisfying herself with her favorite cyber-skin cock, screaming with pleasure.

Not wanting to hold back any longer, I came violently into Valya's pussy, and we both heavily fell onto the bed. I hugged Valya tightly and covered us with the blanket. My beloved turned off the light and lay down next to me on the bed, hugging my shoulder. The year had started excellently