Anya woke up in the morning; her husband was already at work. She lay in her white bed, wearing a black nightgown with thin straps, naked, her nipples protruding. Anya picked up her laptop, opened it, and went to the website of the café where she'd been married the day before yesterday. She opened a photo of herself kneeling in a white wedding dress, a white veil covering her head, surrounded by Caucasian men. She stared at the photo and recalled how this group of ten men had fucked her mouth, how she'd taken turns taking black cocks and sucking their heads. The girl's left hand moved down to her smoothly shaved pussy, and she placed her palm on her already wet pussy and began to caress her labia, brushing her clitoris with her index finger. With her right hand, she exposed her right breast, which lay over her black nightgown, and with two fingers began to squeeze her pink nipple, occasionally making circles with her fingers over her pink areola. The girl remembered how... continue reading

Zheka continued talking, devouring me with his eyes, "Two serious guys are arriving this evening on business. They have diamond mines in Africa and a cutting factory in Yerevan. They're meeting here today with a business partner, a jeweler from London, who flew in especially for this. They hold meetings here quite often. You'll be escorting these Armenians. As far as I remember, they're great connoisseurs and lovers of women's butts. I think they'll really like your skillful backside. Now, relax, but not for long. After lunch, at our hotel, you'll go to the spa and see the makeup artist. The girls will get you ready, I'll tell them, and by five o'clock tonight, be ready for work. You have to look like a million dollars." He spoke as he pulled on his underwear and pants. Once fully dressed, he gave me a firm slap on the butt, my buttocks bouncing invitingly. That slap and the mention of diamonds in Africa brought back vivid memories of my adven... continue reading

Introduction from the husband Recently, while talking about memorable and unusual sexual experiences, my wife reminded me of another adventure in a train compartment. Wow, I'd completely forgotten about it. She started recalling details, and I remembered some of them too, so I decided to commit the experience to paper. As I was writing, I realized it would be easier for me to persuade my wife to write the part of the story about the events that took place without my presence. I would then write the introduction and then describe the events in which I had already participated. So, it all started like this: my wife and I had already bought train tickets to St. Petersburg—we were planning to go to another meeting at a higher-level organization. Yes, it was May! Then I got a call, first from the head of the repair department at the head office, and then from the deputy director of the representative organization in the Moscow region. The problem was this: the Muscovites needed to ha... continue reading

Jack Miller spent a week stalking the neighborhood. He chose a target and arrived at the house around two in the morning. He found and carefully opened an unlocked window on the ground floor of the quiet house. He quietly crept into the dark room, turned on a small flashlight, and looked around, removing an old pillowcase from under his jacket. He quickly went to the sideboard, found a box of expensive antique silverware, and dumped it all into the bag. Also inside was a beautiful silver tea set and a small metal box containing three hundred dollars. Not bad for a couple of minutes' work, he thought, heading for the exit the same way he'd entered—through Rachel's window. Suddenly, the light flashed and a man's voice rang out! "Who's there?" the man shouted. Jack froze, looked over his shoulder, and saw a man of about fifty standing in the far doorway. - Hey! What are you doing here?! Turning to face him, Jack put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a sh... 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

My head felt quite heavy, and my thoughts were all jumbled up from the alcohol. Several months had passed since Ira and I broke up, but no matter how hard I tried not to think about her, it just wasn't working, so I drowned my obsessions and nagging thoughts in cognac. I lay down on my couch when I suddenly heard a knock at the door. I reluctantly stood up, walking from the living room into the small hallway where the front door was. I looked through the peephole and couldn't believe what I saw. I opened the door, and there stood Ira, still as beautiful and sexy as ever. She was wearing short black shorts and a crop top that barely covered her pink, erect nipples. Ira is a petite 23-year-old brunette, 155 cm tall, with a pretty face, small but graceful breasts, a thin waist, and a rounded bottom. "Hi, Pash!" Ira said shyly, looking me in the eyes. "Will you let me in?" “Hi... yes, of course, come in,” I barely managed to get the words out, trying to collect m... continue reading

Ira and I had a complicated relationship; we were on and off, though we kept in touch for several years. One time, when we broke up again, I decided that was it and I needed to start over. I messaged my friend and we went to a nightclub, ideally to pick up some chicks, but as it turned out, just to have a drink and have a good time. We started with one, then another, until it was late at night and we were standing at the entrance to yet another, quite drunk. My friend decided he couldn't continue our "crusade" any longer and called a taxi. I was about to leave, but something seemed to draw me inside. I walked into the club, the stairs leading straight down. Upon entering, music and the murmur of people became immediately audible. Couples stood along the steps in the semi-darkness, enjoying each other with rapture. I went downstairs and found myself in a large room. The music was loud, and the flickering, dim red lighting created an intimate atmosphere. I went to the bar,... continue reading

My husband and I have a good relationship, great sex, but... But for years now, I've dreamed of feeling like a slut, of being fucked like a total whore by a stranger. Or even several times... Alas, the prerequisites never materialized—first, the cushy love affair with my husband, then the birth of our daughter. And for a long time, I couldn't imagine a real situation where I could step outside the bounds of morality. However, I would start to cum around any even remotely attractive man, imagining how I'd take him in my mouth and then spread my legs for him. So my husband and I, leaving our daughter in the care of her grandmothers, went to a provincial town to settle some matters with the inheritance left after the death of a distant relative. We stayed in a hotel, considered the best, but with the kind of service and furnishings I imagined the Soviet era. However, this archaism was nothing compared to the ordeal of dealing with the inheritance. And so, on the second day,... continue reading

Hello everyone! My wife's name is Anya. We have been married for 4 years already: she is 25, I am 29. We always have a rich life, both in terms of life and sexuality. I love my wife very much and am very concerned about her comfort with me. At the beginning of our relationship, everything developed rapidly, and within a month of our relationship, I already proposed to my beloved. Well, to tell you the truth, I regretted not having done this on the very first day of our relationship. She's a real dream, both physically and mentally. A beautiful brunette with sultry eyes, beautiful breasts, always-aroused nipples, a thin waist, and slender legs. It was impossible not to want her just by looking at her. Sexually, I was simply crazy about her, and we had a ton of variety. We had sex at home, in the car, in cafes, and so on. She has an incredibly beautiful pussy and anal slit. I couldn't tear myself away from her for days and nights. Every time she jumped on my dick, I almost... continue reading

The scent of pine and steam hung in the air, mingling with the aroma of chilled beer. The sauna was dizzyingly hot. I sat on the bottom bunk, my back against the rough wooden wall, watching drops of water roll down my husband, Igor's, bare chest. His friends, Sergey and Anton, lounged nearby. We were all naked, covered only by small towels that had long since ceased to conceal anything. The idea of coming here, to this male citadel, had seemed daring and piquant at first. Now I realized it was a trap I'd fallen into. My friends' gazes, heavy and gliding like oil, lingered on my hips, my breasts, and between my legs. I tried to cover myself, but it was useless, and it seemed to only inflame them—and me—even more. "So, Lerka, isn't it too hot?" Sergei, the most brazen of them, asked hoarsely, his eyes fixed on my chest. I felt my nipples swell under his gaze, hardening treacherously. "It's okay, bearable," I managed to say, taking a sip of beer. T... continue reading

The forest air was already cooling, smelling of pine needles, damp earth, and the smoke from the fire I'd long ago extinguished. I crawled into my sleeping bag, buried my nose in the cool nylon of the tent, and tried to read on my phone. Silence. Only the wind in the pine treetops and some distant, unfamiliar sounds. I felt like such a brave traveler, so independent. Alone in the forest. Independent, no fucking way. The first thing that alerted me was the creak of a branch. Not a natural sound, but a loud, cracking one. I froze and listened. My heart suddenly responded with a dull thump in my temples. "An elk," I immediately reassured myself, "or a boar. They don't attack first." Then I heard voices. Men's. Rough, slightly hoarse, interrupting each other. They were getting closer. And through the thin tent awning, I saw three dark figures, illuminated by the moon. They were walking straight toward me. "Oh God, no. No-no-no..." I pressed myself aga... continue reading

Let me start by saying that I am married. My wife is different from other wives in every way. She has a figure that all our friends and neighbors envy. Size 4 breasts, firm shape, thin waist and long legs, from the ears. She spends three times more money on her body than on food, and dresses at the expense of boyfriends at her own work. I do not mind. She does what she wants. But this bitch does not want to cheat on me. No, I do not want a divorce and scandals, it is just my male nature that from the very beginning of family life, I would like to see my woman in the hands of others. I really want someone to fuck her, and I saw it. But she has been and is against it all her life. This woman is faithful as a monkey. She walks around all the time. She thinks only about me and even at work, asking how she communicates with colleagues, everyone says that she talks only about her husband. Why do they dress her? There are plenty of suitors there. Both visitors and local shareholders. And s... 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 thought and reflected a lot, remembering this incident, and decided to share it with you, readers. I'm Lena, I'm 51 years old, my height is 160, neither thin nor fat, breast size 3, and I'm curvy myself. I like watching group porn. I shared my addiction with my husband, he approved. Four months passed after our conversation and in the evening my husband said that he had bought tickets to the cinema, for the last showing, for the last row. So romantic!

We haven’t been to the cinema for about 15 years. It was hot June, but in the evening it was nice, not hot. I didn’t dress up or put on makeup, I put a sundress on my naked body, booties on my feet - ready, let’s go! When we arrived, there were not many spectators. Our kissing row was empty. They sat down in their seats, chatting about different things. Two men our age sat next to me.

The movie started, I snuggled up to my husband, put my head on his shoulder and watched the melodrama, and even dozed off a little. Suddenly, I fel... continue reading

One evening, my long-time friend Ruslan called me and invited me to visit him and fuck a young pretty slut together. Since I hadn’t had sex for a long time, I agreed and within half an hour I was at Ruslan’s house. And we didn’t want to miss the prospect of having sex with a 19-year-old girl at 37 and 39.

She was short, about 158, plump, with large breasts and long brown hair.

We sat down on the sofa, she undressed and spread her legs and showed us her little pink pussy. Ruslan checked the hole with his fingers, then sat Christina on the floor and put his dick in her mouth. I came closer and she began to take turns sucking, holding the dicks in both hands. Then Kristinka lay down on the sofa, hanging her head, and Ruslan began to fuck her deeply in her mouth. This made it leak and I decided it was time to use the remaining holes. I turned her on her side, turned her towards her leg and inserted it into her wet pink hole. Ruslan came up from the left and stuck his protruding bolt... 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

That day my husband and I went to a nightclub. The condition for visiting the club was to dress minimally, so I put on black transparent panties tied at the side, an equally transparent bra and, in order not to go almost naked, I put on a short transparent skirt.

When we entered the club, it turned out that all the tables were already occupied, and we sat down with one cute couple. The man was 35-40 years old, and the girl, I think, was my age. They sat hugging and drinking champagne. We met. The man's name was Ruslan, and the girl's name was Inna. They looked quite erotic, and it was clear that they had already given in well.

My husband ordered vodka for himself, wine for me, and we started talking. Naturally the conversation turned to sexual topics. I saw Ruslan’s gaze wandering over my body, peering into my chest, going lower... Then, unexpectedly and frankly, Ruslan said: “Olya, do you like to suck dick?” At first I was embarrassed and blushed, but then I took a sip of wine... continue reading

- You're finally home. I missed your holes so much. My favorite slut, show me how you got fucked this time.

I turned my back to Sasha, bent over and showed him my fucked holes. Everything between my legs was wet with cum. He was in no hurry. He wanted to enjoy the view of my open pussy and ass. My husband stuck his fingers in my ass, now the whole hand could easily fit there, but he decided to do it differently.

Sasha ordered me to sit on the sofa and spread my legs wide. He took the largest dildo from our collection of toys and stuck it in my ass, when he pulled it out he ordered me to lick it. He was covered in sperm, and I licked it all off with pleasure.

- What a fucking bitch you are, nine men had you, but you still can’t get enough. Are you ready again?

- Yes, the fucking is not finished until my beloved husband fucks me.

- Tell me how they fucked you.

- When I arrived, everyone was already assembled. Nine men sat drinking whiskey. Yes... That's it, very good...... continue reading

This evening I was especially beautiful. I was wearing tight red pants and a short black top. I’m already 30 years old, but I look 25, and in the dark I look like 20. My girlfriend and I came to our favorite bar to eat kebabs and drink beer. Our husbands are sailors, and very often, when you want to dance and relax, you have to go yourself. There have never been any problems, we are decent girls, we don’t cheat on our husbands, but we like to have fun.

As soon as Katya and I entered the bar, I immediately noticed one cheerful group. Three interesting men smiled at us from the next table. I danced all evening with one of them, his name was Vova. As it turned out, the guys came from St. Petersburg to our maritime city for just a couple of days. Vodka and then beer played their role. I haven’t had a man for 3 months and the proximity of such a handsome man as Vova could not but go unnoticed for me. I got very excited. Moreover, Vova turned out to be completely to my taste. Not in his... continue reading

The story of the first swing happened to us about 15 years ago. We are a pair of lovers - Olya is a miniature girl with a size three, I am Sergei, a tall guy at that time 30 years old, Olya is 25.

I had fantasies about swinging; I always really wanted to seduce some of Olya’s girlfriends. But no, Olya loves sex, it flows quickly and cums very brightly, but she always answered I don’t know about swing meetings.

On my next business trip I came across an advertisement for swing, the Internet was difficult at the time. I called Nata and Sergey, who were a little older and had experience in meetings, and agreed to meet in a cafe.

Having arrived, the first thing I did was drag Olya to the sauna, presented her with transparent underwear from a sex shop, having had a good fuck, said that I had a surprise and offered to go to a cafe, in new underwear, Olya began to guess what kind of surprise we were talking about.

The meeting in the cafe did not last long, I suggested moving to the... continue reading