We decided to celebrate New Year's at our place—it's been a while since we've had a group over, always feeling either short on time or short on inclination. My wife, Lena, got the idea back in November: she planned the menu, created the contests, and sent out the invitations. Lena is a stately woman, a natural blonde with a short haircut that reveals a graceful neck, C-cup breasts, and the pleasant curves of her hips, which she was a little self-conscious about, but which I adored. There were about ten guests. The table was groaning under the weight of salads and hot dishes, champagne flowed freely, and the chimes of the clock struck, making the neighbors' ears pop. Around three in the morning, the crowd began to slowly disperse—some called taxis, others walked, fortunately living nearby. Only Marina remained, a close friend of Lena's, whom she'd known since infancy. Marina was the complete opposite of my wife—tall, with a bob cut, flaming brown hair, green e... continue reading

I stirred sugar in my cup and listened to Lenka with half an ear. She'd been complaining about her Nikita for a good hour now: either he'd cooled off, or he'd found someone else. I nodded as usual, not paying attention, until my friend let out a particularly bitter sob: "You see, Vika, he said it straight out: 'I'm bored.' Can you imagine? He's so bored! He says it's the same old positions in bed, no excitement." I took a sip of tea and, looking into her tear-stained eyes, said with a smile: "Well, do you want to give him a master class? We'll show him how much fun it can be. Together, we'll definitely get him going." Lenka froze, her mouth open. The living room was so silent I could hear the faucet dripping in the kitchen. I was about to laugh and turn it into a joke, but my friend suddenly wiped away her tears and asked very quietly: — And you... could you? For me? I don't know why, but I nodded. After all, Lenka is my be... continue reading

I hadn't planned anything at all that evening. Seriously. I just came to my mom's for the weekend, to get away from the dorm and eat some proper home-cooked food. I'm nineteen, a second-year student at the University of Technology. When I walked into the kitchen, Mom was busy at the stove, and Natalya was standing next to her. Her best friend. We'd known each other my entire adult life. She'd been coming to visit us for as long as I could remember. Tall, brunette, always perfectly coiffed, smelling of expensive perfume. Mom constantly says how great Natalya is, how well-preserved she is, even though she's supposedly forty-four. And that's when I looked at her differently for the first time. Not as "Aunt Natasha," but as... a woman. She was wearing a simple housedress, light, just below the knee, sleeveless. It hugged her hips in a way that made something click in my head. "Son, wash your hands and sit down. Natalya is staying with us tonight,... continue reading

My head was buzzing like a beehive. The apartment was filled with the ringing deafness that comes after a noisy party, when the guests have left and you're left alone with mountains of dirty dishes. Ira, my wife, her best friend Lena, and I were sitting on the couch, completely stunned. We'd had a fair amount to drink. Lena is a perpetual motion machine, loud, with a hoarse laugh and a look that always seems to be looking for adventure. She and Ira have been friends for a long time, and I've gotten used to her: loud, bright, sometimes a little brazen. Ira was already nodding off, leaning her elbows on the pillow. "That's it, guys, I can't make it," Lena said, sprawled on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table. She was wearing a short black dress that had long since slipped up, revealing her thighs. "I'll sleep it off at your place, okay?" Ira, without opening her eyes, muttered blearily, "Sure, sleep here. Just move your feet,... continue reading

The living room was filled with the scent of jasmine candles and the tart notes of women's perfume—the floral trail of Zhanna and the fresh, almost marine scent of Christina. I sat in a chair, watching them as jazz played softly, and they, the two friends, settled on the huge sofa, their bare feet touching. Zhanna, my red-haired wife, was the embodiment of temptation in her short black dress. Her curves, the very ones that had driven me crazy all these years, stood out softly in the dim light. Christina, a slender blonde in tight jeans and a silk tank top, gestured as she told yet another amusing story. A provocative tattoo on her ankle peeked out from under her jeans, and a silver piercing in her belly button glinted with every movement. "Boris, don't stare like you're at an exhibition," Zhanna winked at me, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. "Want to join in? There's plenty of room." I moved to the sofa, feeling a slight arousal creeping in. Ch... continue reading

Aunt Olya is my mom's friend. A cool chick, about forty, but beautiful and well-groomed. Divorced a long time ago. A MILF, in a word. Mom always said: "Olya is so independent, a businesswoman." And I just saw a cool figure, big breasts and a smile that gave me an involuntary erection. It was just that my mom went to grandma's for the weekend, and Aunt Olya's home internet wasn't working. I'm still a student myself, studying to be a programmer, and I can 100% fix a router. She called my mom, who hired me: "Go to Olya's, help her, she's going crazy without internet." I came to her. She opened the door in her housecoat. Not exactly transparent, but worn on her naked body, I realized that right away. The tie was barely holding, and when she turned to adjust the slipper, I saw her entire back and the outline of her ass. So hard, so round. The blood rushed to my head. - Oh, Sasha, thank you for coming! - she says, smiling as if we weren't go... continue reading

As soon as Marina and I went to her, she immediately dropped to her knees right in the hallway and, jerking off my pants, began to suck my instantly erect penis.

I had been fucking her for a couple of weeks already - my wife Lena went on a business trip abroad, and since I had no strength to abstain, I came to visit her best friend and, somehow it just happened, fucked her. I must say that Marina had a remarkable temperament, and she fucked with great pleasure (not like Lena), but her personal life was greatly complicated by the fact that at the age of 18 she stupidly got pregnant and gave birth, so now, at 27 her fairly grown-up son made her personal life quite complicated - and that’s understandable, who needs someone else’s offspring. Because of this, she rarely had lovers, and even those were all married. I was no exception either, but it seems that she was pleased that at least someone was fucking her almost every day several times in a row, even if it was her best friend’s husb... continue reading