It happened in July, at the dacha. It was hot, and there was no escape from the mosquitoes. My wife, Lena, and her mother, Nina Sergeyevna, were in a state of drunken euphoria from the moment they arrived. They'd opened a bottle of homemade cherry wine earlier in the day, and by evening, when I'd finished sawing wood and mending the old wattle fence, they were both already well-fed. I sat on the veranda, drank cold kvass, and simply stared at them. Nina Sergeyevna is a whole other story. She's fifty-two, but in great shape. Not skinny, no, just... shapely. Heavy breasts, wide butt, and in a tight sundress without a bra, her nipples just poke through the fabric. Lena takes after her, only my wife is slimmer, more athletic. But damn... there was something wild, animalistic about her. She never hesitated to change in front of me, she could walk around in just a bathing suit, and I'd catch myself staring at the dark hairs peeking out from under her panties, at the way he... continue reading

It all started with a silly postcard tucked under the windshield wiper of my Toyota. A plain white envelope, no identifying marks, just my name in block letters: "Svetlana." I chuckled at the time, thinking it was an ad for a new fitness studio or, at worst, an invitation to a cheese tasting. But inside was a thick, glossy card. No pictures, just text. The address is a suburban village, the time is Saturday, 9:00 PM, and a strange note: "Swinger code: no names, no strings attached, no prejudices. A secret society awaits those tired of boredom. Come alone. Admission by invitation." I was sitting in my car parked at the mall, feeling the moisture growing between my legs. I'm thirty-four, married for ten years. My husband, Dima, and I fucked once a month, on schedule, quickly, missionary style, with the lights off. Dima is a good man, a provider, but in bed he was simply... present. I caught myself forgetting what it was like to be fucked for real. Roughly, greedily... continue reading

My wife and I have been married for several years now, and our sex life has always been fantastic. We've tried everything: role-playing, sex toys, and even invited a third party a couple of times for variety. But recently, something happened that turned everything upside down. It happened on a train during our trip south, and I still remember it with a thrill. We bought tickets for a sleeper compartment on the night train. We thought we'd travel alone, relax, maybe even have sex to the sound of the wheels. But when we boarded the train, we saw a guy already sitting in our compartment—a burly guy, about thirty, with a short haircut. He introduced himself as Sergey and said he was traveling to the same city for work. My wife and I exchanged glances—she in a tight dress, me in jeans—and immediately felt a slight spark. Sergey was chatty and offered to get a bottle of cognac from his bag to while away the time. The train pulled out, and we started chatting. First, about the weat... continue reading

I'd like to share a recent story that happened to me last week. My wife and I invited her best friend, Lena, over to our house for the evening. The reason was simple – to hang out, have a drink, and chat about life. Lena had recently broken up with her boyfriend, and my wife decided to cheer her up. To be honest, I've always secretly glanced at Lena – she's tall, slender, with long legs and well-groomed feet, which she loves to show off in open-toed shoes. I've had a foot fetish since childhood: I adore beautiful women's feet, pedicures, and massages – that's what turns me on the most. We sat in the living room and opened a bottle of wine, then a second. Conversation flowed easily, jokes, reminiscing. My wife, Masha, got drunk faster than everyone else—she's a lightweight when it comes to that sort of thing. Lena held out longer, but she, too, was flushed and giggling at my every word. At one point, Masha said she'd go lie down on the couch in the bed... 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

I met him (I'll call him Alexander) at one of those special private parties thrown by a good friend of mine, a lover of BDSM and other perversions. He'd taken a not-quite-spoiled young woman as soon as she'd stepped foot in the "modeling" agency, and had played with her—me, that is—to his heart's content. The circle of guests was relatively small, but it was hard work, as they say, and the pay was quite decent. I worked with my friend Angela. She played the top, and I the bottom. Something between a themed session and porn theater. I won't go into detail, as that story is about something else. I'll just say that by the end, securely restrained, I was being fucked in all three holes by everyone who wanted to. It wasn't exactly a crowd, but it wasn't easy to endure it all, especially anal, no matter how thoroughly Angela lubed my ass beforehand. During the session, I don't think I ever truly came, but afterward, when they untied me, finished... continue reading

The office at night. A quarter of the plan was overfulfilled—the boss, happy as a clam, left first, leaving a couple of thousand on the table for "pizza." The pizza was eaten, the money spent on whiskey and gin. Music from the JBL speaker blasted something dance-like, causing the monitors on the desks to vibrate. By eleven, there were only four of us left out of fifteen: me, Anton—our lead developer, a thoughtful and quiet man; Katya from the marketing department—a redhead with a sharp tongue and a laugh that stirred something deep in your stomach; and Lisa, the new support intern, sweet and a little shy, with wide eyes, who had drunk more than anyone else today, apparently to cope with her embarrassment. The dancing between the tables slowed, grew more intimate. I caught Katya's eye as she tilted her head back and ran her hand down her neck. Her gaze was warm, appraising. The whiskey was doing its job, sending a viscous, daring warmth through my veins. "It's kin... continue reading

There's a darkness within each of us. For some, it's thicker, while for others, it's a barely perceptible, yet still dirty, cloud. Some hide their dark side from society, while others are mostly pure and bright, but somewhere deep within them lie hidden actions that are best left unseen. This story centers on an ordinary married couple. The husband, let's call him Nikolai, the wife, let's call her Nina, and a son and daughter, whose names are of no use to us. And then something happened in their lives that could tear the family apart. His loving and beloved wife, in every sense, was recovering from her second childbirth, and Kolya couldn't be happier. She was becoming more beautiful, and most importantly, the spark that had once attracted him was rekindled. Nina was regaining her usual self-confidence, her easy smile with or without reason, and her love of sex. The latter had been difficult for a long time. Before the children arrived, she was an uncontrollab... continue reading

The beach was crowded. On this day, as luck would have it, the sun was merciless, forcing my friend and I to bury ourselves in the sand to avoid direct sunlight on our tender, youthful bodies. Vova and I were inseparable, so wherever he went, I went too. It was the same this time. Having suggested we take a stroll to the beach, I agreed without hesitation to what I considered a rash and ill-timed excursion. But there was no time to whine about it, as I was intrigued by the girls in bathing suits who seemed drawn to stroll by our lounge chair. I was certainly happy with the situation, but I wanted more. And I wanted instant, uncontrollable sex with these long-legged, busty furies. But this remained just an unrealizable fantasy, considerably overheated by the hot, parching sun. Having stopped dreaming of the impossible, I turned my attention to the next group of girls walking along the sand, deftly twisting their buns, inflaming in me the desire to make full use of their asses. "G... continue reading

I met Natasha through social media. We chatted about all sorts of nonsense—work, her husband, everyday matters. She seemed so trusting, so naive. I quickly feigned friendship while I got access to her phone. And that's where the gold emerged: intimate photos, videos with her husband, Igor. She looked so uninhibited and juicy in them. In short, it was prime blackmail material. I immediately realized this was what I needed. The game began. I told Natasha that I knew about her intimate life, and if she didn't do what I said, all the photos would go straight to her closest relatives—parents, colleagues, friends. The whole family would be in shambles. At first, she was shocked, crying in the chat, begging me not to do it. But I'm tough; if you don't do what I ask, I'll leak everything. I asked her to send me her husband, for sexual pleasure and to fulfill my dirty fantasies... But that bitch wouldn't agree at all... I had to involve my husband Igor, sending him sc... continue reading

Hello everyone, I want to tell you a story from my life and how it all came to this. My name is Nikita, and my wife is Alina. Before I met my wife, I was a completely different person, but after meeting her, I became more domestic and calm, without the urge for adventure. We all have baggage from a past life, like all young people, alcohol, the occasional drug, but nothing more. Just for fun, as they say. Alina is a real treat, with 2.5 breasts and a big butt, weighing 70-75 kg. I like meaty women. Well, let's leave aside the life aspects, we are all gathered here for something else. Sex with my wife was amazing; we've been together for five years, and neither of us experienced any problems or loss of feelings in this regard. Until one day, I felt a wild desire, wondering what it would be like to have sex with two cocks at once, and thinking about this person being close to you, with whom you spend every day, solving family problems, and simply living life. But the thought a... continue reading

Polina woke up just as the sun was rising. She glanced at her watch: just after five. But she didn't feel like sleeping anymore. She quickly pulled on her panties, shiny black cycling shorts, and a white T-shirt. After a moment's thought, she threw on her tracksuit jacket; however, it was bound to be chilly outside this early in the morning. Then she slipped out of the room, walking silently on her bare feet so as not to wake her neighbor. Polina rounded the building, emerged into a clearing, and began her morning exercises. She loved the feeling of her strong, athletic, and pliable body. The sun caressed her face, and the wet grass cooled her feet. In a week, training camp would be over and she would return to the city, and in another week, autumn would arrive. Classes at the institute would begin. Polina had already missed lectures, seminars, and her classmates... Having finished her warm-up, Polina wondered what to do next: there were almost three hours left until breakfa... 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

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