My name is Seryoga. My partner, Dimon, and I work at a 24-hour supermarket on the outskirts. I'm a security guard, he's a loader. It's a night shift, from ten to eight. The job isn't particularly grim: you only get a couple of drunks a night, but you can grab something from the shelves in peace while no one's watching and spend some time on your phone. The only downside is the cameras, but we know the blind spots by heart. Our administrator's name is Vika. She's about twenty-five, and has a stunning figure. She always wears a tight skirt that falls just below her butt, a blouse a couple of buttons unbuttoned, and underneath, she wears obviously expensive lace lingerie, which Dimon and I noticed a couple of times when she bent over. She has slender legs in heels, and plump lips painted scarlet. Her hair is dark, shoulder-length. We called her "Star" among ourselves. Because for us, ordinary working people, such a woman would never be in our future.... continue reading

It had been three months since Alina broke up with Egor. The twenty-eight-year-old fitness trainer with a perfectly toned figure, toned abs, and a firm butt had firmly decided she wouldn't be in a new relationship. But, as they say, you can't fight nature. Daily workouts to the point of exhaustion and a vibrator in the shower afterwards barely saved her. Alina was wet at night, waking up from wet dreams, but a relationship? No, she didn't want that. That evening, the gym had already closed to clients. Alina decided to stay and work out herself, relieving the pent-up stress of a hard day. She changed into short, tight shorts and a sports bra that barely contained her firm, C-cup breasts. The gym was empty, the lights dim, and only the hum of the air conditioner. But when she emerged from the women's locker room, she saw Egor—her ex-lover, the owner of the gym—lingering in the office. Next to him stood his best friend, Ruslan—a true muscle-bound bodybuilder, six-foot-s... 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

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

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

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

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 am a pretty, slender girl of 18 years old, with a gorgeous ass and medium beautiful breasts. In those student years, when you still really believed that friendship between a man and a woman exists without sex, I went to visit my good friend Seryozha to drink a bottle of wine and watch a movie, as usual.

But on this day a surprise awaited me, Sergei was not alone, but with his friend Roma, I also knew him, but I had never communicated with him. The guys, as it turned out, were already quite drunk and were happy about my arrival. I sat down next to them, poured myself a glass of wine and we started chatting about this and that. And by my third glass we started talking about sex, or rather who likes it how. Roma was the first to start telling, he said that he had been in love for a long time, that he liked the very process of this pounding and wet bodies. And by the way, he was a tall, muscular, handsome guy, just like Seryozha, they both had just returned from the army two months ago... continue reading

Hi all. I am Denis. So I decided to write my own story about my wife Anya’s betrayal. The first time my wife cheated on me was in a restaurant, on our wedding anniversary. So, after this betrayal, we decided to start looking for a partner for group sex. Only this time, we decided that everything would be beautiful. We decided to rent a hotel.

The search took more than a month. Having posted an ad on the Internet on one of the dating sites, Anya spent a long time selecting a candidate. And so, a man responded to the ad, his name was Victor.

“This is what you need,” said the wife. Look, he’s married, he writes that he already has MFM experience, and in terms of age, he’s 35 years old, and he’s handsome in appearance.

- Okay, I answered. If you like him, then let’s meet him first and talk.

We made an appointment for Victor at a cafe and met him a couple of days later. We talked, found out where he works, learned about his MFM experience. He said that several years ago, he and a fr... continue reading