Mikhail quietly opened the door to his new apartment and paused on the threshold. The newly occupied building still smelled of fresh paint and cardboard from boxes. He'd returned from "work" two hours earlier than he'd promised—he wanted to surprise Marina. Six days without her, six days of business travel, and now he was practically burning with desire. He heard voices in the depths of the apartment and a heavy thud—apparently, the very same enormous bed they'd ordered the day before had finally arrived. Perfect. He crept down the hallway, quickly shed his suit in the entryway, threw on an old dressing gown hanging on a hook, and slipped silently into the next room—the one with the tall, half-assembled wardrobe. He climbed behind it, pressed himself against the wall, and held his breath. A crack between the panels offered a perfect view of the bedroom. Marina emerged from the bathroom wearing her short black silk robe—the very one he'd given her for their an... continue reading

Mikhail quietly opened the door to his new apartment and paused on the threshold. The newly occupied building still smelled of fresh paint and cardboard from boxes. He'd returned from "work" two hours earlier than he'd promised—he wanted to surprise Marina. Six days without her, six days of business travel, and now he was practically burning with desire. He heard voices in the depths of the apartment and a heavy thud—apparently, the very same enormous bed they'd ordered the day before had finally arrived. Perfect. He crept down the hallway, quickly shed his suit in the entryway, threw on an old dressing gown hanging on a hook, and slipped silently into the next room—the one with the tall, half-assembled wardrobe. He climbed behind it, pressed himself against the wall, and held his breath. A crack between the panels offered a perfect view of the bedroom. Marina emerged from the bathroom wearing her short black silk robe—the very one he'd given her for their an... continue reading

That evening, Kristina had already started hinting since lunch that she was going to her old friend Svetka's birthday party. "I'll go alone," she said, standing in front of the mirror in the hallway and fixing her hair. "You're still swamped with reports, aren't you, Vadim?" I nodded, even though we both knew work had nothing to do with it. She simply adored evenings like these, when she could break away and completely surrender to the moment, and I could wait at home, imagining how everything would turn out. Preparations began, as always, with the bathroom. She emerged wearing only a short robe, her skin still damp, with a slight scent of vanilla gel. “Help me choose what to wear,” she called me into the bedroom. Several options were already laid out on the bed: a tight red dress with a low neckline, a black pencil skirt, and a thin blouse that concealed almost nothing. Christina threw off her robe and stood before me completely naked. Her body was p... continue reading

My name is Artyom, and I'm twenty-nine. I'm an ordinary IT guy from Moscow who rented a huge two-story house in the Moscow region last summer to finally take a breather after endless deadlines. How did I end up pushing my wife toward my brother? It didn't happen overnight. It came together piece by piece, like code that only works when all the lines are in place. Back in college, I loved the dorm parties. They were always full of girls from good families—modest-looking, with pigtails and quiet laughter. During the day, they'd hold hands with their boyfriends, and at night, after a bottle or two, these same girls would end up in the common room and take whatever was offered. I didn't participate. I watched. And I remembered how their faces changed when they were taken hard and for real. That left a stronger impression on me than any sex I'd ever had. Vika and I met three years ago. She was twenty-five then. Petite, with a short haircut, big brown eyes, and a b... continue reading

I can't help but share this story, guys. You definitely can't tell your friends something like this, but inside I'm still boiling, overflowing with emotion. I'm sitting here right now smiling like an idiot because it was seriously awesome. Okay, I'll start from the beginning, as always. First, let me give you an idea of who we are. My name is Maxim, I'm 24 years old, 180 cm tall, and weigh about 70 kg. I have blond hair, blue eyes, an angular face, work as a manager, and exercise in my free time. I have an average build—basically, an average guy, nothing special, but confident. My wife's name is Lena, she's 23, 5'6", and weighs about 125 pounds. She has dyed blonde hair, green eyes, and a very sweet face with small cheeks. Her figure is a classic pear shape, but not over the top: hips slightly wider than shoulders, long, beautiful legs, a plump, firm butt, a thin waist, and a small, barely noticeable tummy. Her breasts are natural, a full A-... continue reading

This was our first corporate event of such scale. Usually, after New Year's or summer reports, everyone would head home, but this time, the director rented a huge country house with a sauna and pool for the entire weekend. "So the team could finally truly relax," he said in the general chat. Yulka, my wife, had been working in the same marketing department for four years, and as my husband, I was also invited "for company." On the way in the car, she smiled the whole way and twirled the black nylon stockings she had just bought in her fingers. "Are you seriously going to wear this?" I asked, watching as she began adjusting her bra under her light dress while still on the road. "Why not? Everyone knows I like to look sexy. And you yourself said that after boring corporate parties you want something... hot." I nodded, but a lump was already forming in my throat. We'd long fantasized about her giving herself to someone in front of me, but for it... continue reading

My wife is 24 years old. Slender, of average height, with long dark hair, green eyes, firm C-cup breasts with dark pink nipples and a juicy, round ass that just begs to be spanked and fucked. According to my wife... That evening, she went to the sauna with two of my friends, Seryoga and Maxim. They'd been offering to "have a steam session like men" for a while, but this time she decided to join them because I was on a business trip. She said, "Don't be bored, darling, I'm just relaxing after work." They met at the entrance and entered a separate cabin with a large steam room and relaxation area. They immediately undressed. Lena threw on only a small white towel that barely covered her bottom. Seryoga was tall, muscular, with a thick penis; Maxim was slightly shorter, but sinewy and always lustful. The steam room became hot. They poured a beer, then a second. Lena quickly became tipsy—beer on an empty stomach, plus the steam. The towel slipped off, and she... continue reading

My name is Alexey, I'm thirty-two, and I'm a regular office guy—not a muscle man, not an alpha male, just a husband who loves his wife Olga more than anything in the world. We've been together for six years, and our sex has always been normal: gentle, predictable, a couple of times a week. But Olga... she changed after we started going to this new fitness center on the outskirts. She's twenty-eight, and her body is on fire: firm C-cup breasts, a flat stomach, a round ass that I loved to squeeze at night. She's always been active, but when that black trainer Darius showed up, everything went to hell. Darius was a monster. Two meters tall, shoulders wider than a doorway, skin the color of dark chocolate, muscles rolling beneath him like steel cables. All the women in the gym were staring at him, and he'd smile that toothy grin and say in a deep bass voice, "Lady, let's do another set." Olga signed up for his personal training a month ago. At first,... continue reading

This story began when I was working part-time as a taxi driver. I pulled up to a café where, apparently, some corporate event was taking place, a pretty woman of about 35 climbed in next to me and, sitting in the front seat, slurred her way through the address. It was a long drive, 30 kilometers, and delighted with such a good order at the end of my shift, I drove to the address. During the ride, the drunk woman began complaining about her life: her husband wasn't paying attention, her lover didn't need her anymore, and she was still in her prime, and so on and so forth—whatever else men want. Upon closer inspection, I realized she was indeed quite attractive, with a C- or B-cup bust, slender legs, a toned figure, and not an ugly face. We chatted for about half the ride, and then something happened that I'd heard about many times, but had never experienced with me. She asked for a light, and since I don't allow smoking in the car, I had to pull over and we got out to... continue reading

"Wait, wait. I'm going to cum, don't swallow. Don't swallow. Keep it in your mouth. As soon as I cum, empty it all into my mouth," Vadim muttered, approaching orgasm while receiving a blowjob from his wife. “Are you sure?” Lyuda asked, releasing her husband’s penis from her mouth for a second. — Yes. Yes, darling. I want to try it. We were going to try it, weren't we? It's so sexy. So exciting. I want it, I want it, I want it. "Well, look. Don't deny it later. I want to do it myself. It turns me on too. I want it and I like it. Mmm," the wife moaned, taking her husband's cock into her mouth again and starting to finger the base of his cock and suck him harder, so hard her cheeks sank deep. — F-ck. I'm going to cum. O-o-oh, so good! Lyudka-e-e! Catch-e-e. And don't swallow. Please! A-a-a! — Vadim blurted out, cumming in his wife's mouth. Choking, trying not to swallow her husband’s warm sperm, which he filled her mouth with in b... continue reading

Friday. That long-awaited day when the work week ends and two days lie ahead that can be spent on anything. We were sitting in the living room: me, my wife Lera, and two of my friends, Sergey and Igor. We'd known each other for what felt like ages, gone to school together, been hooligans together. Now, here we were, drinking beer together at home, lounging on the couch. There was a certain tension. And it was all Lera's fault. She was dressed in a peculiar way: a short black dress, barely covering her hips, which perfectly hugged her firm butt and small but beautiful breasts. She was braless. I'd noticed this earlier in the day, when she bent over to pick something up and her dark aureola showed through the thin fabric. Back then, it had only given me a rush of lust and the thought, "It's going to be hot tonight." But now, under Sergey and Igor's gaze, this thought became alarming. They stared at her without restraint. Igor, stocky and strong, his arms co... continue reading

Do you remember that corporate party I was planning for so long? The black dress, those heels I could barely walk in? You know, the one you couldn't go to because you had the flu. So... Sit down. I need to tell you something. It all started with wine. Lots of wine. That idiotic chanting contest, Sergei Mikhailovich, my boss, that mustachioed goat that everyone complains about, he was sitting next to me. He kept pouring me more. He said that I was the most beautiful today, that he hadn't even noticed such an assistant in his office. And he kept staring at my cleavage. I saw where he was looking, damn it. Then the music started loud, dancing. He pressed himself against me in the crowd, I felt his palm on my lower back. So hot, so heavy. I tried to move away, but he didn’t take his hand away. He whispered: “Let’s get out of here, it’s too noisy here. Let’s go to my office, I have some good cognac there.” And I... I knew that I shouldn’t. But the wine in my head was like a fog,... continue reading

I got a relatively exotic name Elina. A seemingly respectable wife, 35 years old. A couple of years ago, I got tired of the measured life of my loving husband Vitya and took my appearance seriously. Diligent training, jogging for tens of kilometers did their job. Now I am a real milf. A nice slim figure, big breasts and a lush ass. Basically, there is everything to please the eye of the spouse and have sex regularly. But no matter how hard I tried, no makeup, no sexy lingerie - my intimate life did not return to its previous course. About 7 years ago, we fucked like rabbits, and now once a month, this is already happiness. At this time, I realized that monogamy is a primeval evil! In my opinion, it is she who killed all the pleasure that can only be obtained from sex. It didn't take long before I turned into a real bitch. The office staff hated me, my husband was constantly offended and didn't talk. People call it "undersexing." And everything would have continued li... continue reading

You know, there are all sorts of confessions about sex, but sometimes it seems that everyone draws their inspiration from already filmed stories, famous studios. I myself thought so for a long time. But as it turned out one fine day, everything is much simpler. It is directors and cameramen who take situations that have already happened and try to adapt them for the viewer. My name is Lena, and this story happened to me quite a long time ago, or more precisely in the mid-00s. At that time, I was about 24 years old. Let's not dwell on the numbers, because this is a secondary matter. But perhaps it would be logical to describe my appearance a little. A tall girl with light-brown hair, but not a very outstanding figure. My chest barely reaches the 2nd size and my hips are far from wide. In one word, I can be described as "skinny". At that time I was living with a guy and we had problems with work. Constant delays in salary along with its reduction. No matter how hard my roo... continue reading

I sat in a chair in the corner of our living room, watching the candlelight cast shadows on the walls. The light was subdued, almost intimate, but there was something heavy in the air. My wife, Lera, stood at the bar, idly stirring a cocktail in a tall glass. She was 32, but she looked flawless: long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, a tight black dress that emphasized every curve of her body - a thin waist, rounded hips, breasts that seemed about to burst from the cleavage. She knew how to present herself. She knew I was watching. And she knew how it affected me. I, Artem, 35, am an ordinary middle manager, with a receding hairline and a habit of slouching when I'm nervous. It's not that I'm ugly, but next to Lera I always felt... smaller. She was like fire, and I was like a smoldering ember about to go out. We'd been married for seven years, and somewhere along the way our marriage had turned into a strange dance of love, habit, and... this. This. This. Lera gl... continue reading

I got a relatively exotic name Elina. A seemingly respectable wife, 35 years old. A couple of years ago, I got tired of the measured life of my loving husband Vitya and took my appearance seriously. Diligent training, jogging for tens of kilometers did their job. Now I am a real milf. A nice slim figure, big breasts and a lush ass. Basically, there is everything to please the eye of the spouse and have sex regularly. But no matter how hard I tried, no makeup, no sexy lingerie - my intimate life did not return to its previous course. About 7 years ago, we fucked like rabbits, and now once a month, this is already happiness. At this time, I realized that monogamy is a primeval evil! In my opinion, it is she who killed all the pleasure that can only be obtained from sex. It didn't take long before I turned into a real bitch. The office staff hated me, my husband was constantly offended and didn't talk. People call it "undersexing." And everything would have continued li... continue reading

You know, there are all sorts of confessions about sex, but sometimes it seems that everyone draws their inspiration from already filmed stories, famous studios. I myself thought so for a long time. But as it turned out one fine day, everything is much simpler. It is directors and cameramen who take situations that have already happened and try to adapt them for the viewer. My name is Lena, and this story happened to me quite a long time ago, or more precisely in the mid-00s. At that time, I was about 24 years old. Let's not dwell on the numbers, because this is a secondary matter. But perhaps it would be logical to describe my appearance a little. A tall girl with light-brown hair, but not a very outstanding figure. My chest barely reaches the 2nd size and my hips are far from wide. In one word, I can be described as "skinny". At that time I was living with a guy and we had problems with work. Constant delays in salary along with its reduction. No matter how hard my roo... continue reading

I got a relatively exotic name Elina. A seemingly respectable wife, 35 years old. A couple of years ago, I got tired of the measured life of my loving husband Vitya and took my appearance seriously. Diligent training, jogging for tens of kilometers did their job. Now I am a real milf. A nice slim figure, big breasts and a lush ass. Basically, there is everything to please the eye of the spouse and have sex regularly. But no matter how hard I tried, no makeup, no sexy lingerie - my intimate life did not return to its previous course. About 7 years ago, we fucked like rabbits, and now once a month, this is already happiness. At this time, I realized that monogamy is a primeval evil! In my opinion, it is she who killed all the pleasure that can only be obtained from sex. It didn't take long before I turned into a real bitch. The office staff hated me, my husband was constantly offended and didn't talk. People call it "undersexing." And everything would have continued li... continue reading

I pretended to be drunk and lay down on the second shelf. My wife continued to sit at the table and drink cognac with her fellow travelers.

It must be said that they were strong guys and they drank quite a bit, but one got the impression that alcohol had no effect on them. Nevertheless, they allowed themselves to tell dirty jokes and make jokes. And my wife was already pretty drunk and laughed at every joke. Everyone agreed. We agreed to play for money. And my wife, not understanding what she was doing, agreed. They let her win a couple of times, and then, raising the stakes, the guys showed everything they were capable of - my missus lost 2.5 thousand dollars. I was shocked, we had this amount, but if my wife gave it away, then our vacation in Crimea, where we were going, would be covered. Apparently the amount of alcohol I drank allowed me to lie quietly and watch what was happening.

“We are all money on the table,” said Arthur (the second’s name was Givi - they were both Azer... continue reading

I like to watch. That's the whole point. In women, I am primarily interested in sexuality, I am not original and I love tall, blue-eyed blondes - that’s exactly what my wife is like. She always pleased me with the opportunity to admire her slender legs and her firm ass. She is pretty, her pussy is always clean shaven, she is skilled in sex and very depraved, that's why I love her. In turn, she is quite satisfied with such a husband, who will only be pleased with a classic scene like... he comes home and finds his wife in an interesting position on all fours between two, or even three males. We understand each other and use this life to bring joy to each other.

Birthday of your beloved - how to congratulate? Of course, a new set of sexy lingerie and perfume wouldn't hurt, but that's not enough. I know that she will be truly happy. For this purpose, there is a special page in my notebook.... And now I’m dialing Vadim’s phone - I remember that cool evening when I was relaxing in the... continue reading