Katya and I were that "perfect" couple, the kind everyone sighed about: "How lucky you are." I was a thirty-four-year-old owner of a small construction company; Katya was twenty-nine, a former gold medalist with honors, and now a happy housewife who managed to run the house so well that even my mother couldn't find fault. Katya always did everything right. She cooked right, dressed right, had sex right. We both came almost on schedule, after which she would gently dry herself off, kiss my cheek, and whisper, "Goodnight, honey, you have to get up early tomorrow." I adored her. And at the same time, I was suffocating. Because behind this correctness lurked a woman who, back in college, secretly read Fifty Shades under her desk and blushed to the ears whenever I accidentally caught her doing so. She'd quickly close the tab and say, "That's stupid, I was just curious." And then we'd make love missionary style because "it's safer an... 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

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 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

There are fantasies that live in your head for years. You replay them before bed, adding details, removing unnecessary parts, but you never think they'll actually happen. And then Friday happens, a bottle of red wine, and my husband, looking me straight in the eye, says, "Let's do it. Right now." It was his idea. Or rather, it was my secret, which he dragged out of me six months ago when we'd had too much to drink and gotten too personal. I blurted out, blushing like a freshman, that I was turned on by contrast. That I, a blonde with pale skin, had always been turned on by the thought of what it was like to be the center of such attention... from black guys. My husband chuckled strangely, but dropped the subject. And then yesterday I brought it up again. "Just make sure I don't take pictures," he said, adjusting the camera on his phone. "And I'm in charge of the parade." I thought he was joking. Until the doorbell rang. There were three of... 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 story that happened to me last summer. My wife and I rented a dacha in a small village, and we shared a bathhouse with our neighbors—an old wooden structure where everyone took turns steaming on weekends. My neighbor, Liza, a young widow in her thirties, lived alone, with a stunning figure: full breasts, a narrow waist, long legs, and a butt so perfect you couldn't take your eyes off her. I'd sometimes see her in the garden wearing short shorts, and it turned me on, but it never went beyond fantasy. One hot evening, my wife went into town on business, and I decided to take a steam bath in the banya. I lit the stove and filled it with water, but then I heard footsteps – Liza had arrived too, apparently unaware I was there. She entered the changing room and began to undress, while I, already in the steam room, froze. The door to the steam room had a small, fogged-up window, but I could peek through a crack in the wall – it was an old banya, with holes e... 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

"Darling, get ready quickly! We're going on a yacht!" Innochka excitedly rushed around the room, packing her things into a large beach bag. Towels, swimsuits, various creams, a hat! Innochka put on her hottest swimsuit... two white triangles on her breasts, one on her pubic area, and the rest of it just strings. Shorts on her butt, and she's ready to go. I was captivated: a slender body, small breasts, but with sharply protruding nipples, visible through the contours of a mini-swimsuit, which emphasized her assets even more clearly. I constantly wanted to look at her and admire her. Slender with very long legs, a thin waist and a delightful butt, she looked sexy! Her boss's jeep pulled up to the house! Deputy Chief Sergei was driving, and Second Deputy Chief Viktor was in the back seat. I was seated in the front seat, and Innochka in the back seat between Viktor and Pyotr Petrovich! Sergey turned up the music and pressed the gas pedal! And with the music so loud,... continue reading

My whole life changed after my wife, Innochka, graduated from law school and got a job in a law firm. I started noticing a change in her life. No, she didn't act any different around me. She just started paying more attention to herself. She started going to the tanning salon, and the fact that she was tanning in a swimsuit was obvious from the untanned stripes on her body, although you couldn't really call what she was covering herself with a swimsuit. Her fingernails had grown noticeably longer, and her nail polish had also become a more aggressive, bright red, as had her lipstick, which matched her nails. Her lips were naturally plump, as if pumped up by something, and she said her lipstick matched her nails. She stopped wearing tights, only stockings. If she wore a business suit under a skirt, she wore stockings with elastic bands, and if she wore pantsuits, she wore stockings with a garter belt to hold them up. Shoes or boots were strictly stiletto heels. She had to buy... 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

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

I've been dating a girl for two years now, we live together, and I've started getting turned on by the idea of cuckolding, like having someone fuck her, preferably hard. But she's pretty shy; I'm only her third boyfriend. It's just that during sex, I imagine someone just fucking her or about to fuck her right after me. It really turns me on. One day, I was staring at my phone, and she was taking a bath and called me over to get her a book. I walked into the bathroom with her book and phone in my hands and I really wanted to take a picture of her. I turned on the camera, wanting to take a picture, but she noticed, quickly covered her face with her hands and asked what I was doing. I managed to take one photo and replied, "Just a photo." She was surprised, asking, "Why do you need a naked photo of me, etc." We chatted for a bit, and she realized it was just a photo, let me take a normal photo of her in the bathroom, even posed for a little, and it... continue reading

Masha lay on the bed in her Moscow apartment. She had just filmed another webcam video and was now reading her subscribers' comments. She always got extremely excited during filming, knowing how much her viewers were turned on by her practically naked dancing, and the requests and comments about what to do with her and in what positions made her pussy very wet. Masha quickly removed her soaking wet panties and reached for her 18-centimeter dildo. Spreading her beautiful legs wide, she began to furiously fuck herself. Masha often fantasized about being fucked by different men in various positions, and how she delightedly sucked cocks. But since Masha was a rather modest woman in real life, often starred in commercials for various brands, and was careful about her image, all these desires remained in her imagination. Everything changed suddenly. The next day, Masha woke up early, her body still aching from the previous day's masturbation. She stretched, feeling a slight dampne... continue reading

During his absence, Michael asked me, among other things, to tidy up the pool in the backyard, as I'm an expert in that area. This time, Amanda greeted me politely, mindful of the spanking. By midday, I'd tidied up the pool and the surrounding area, then returned to the house, thinking of ways to further amuse myself with the girl. Amanda was in the living room watching television. I noticed two voices coming from behind the door; her sister, Mary, apparently, was not alone. "Amanda," I began, "your brother asked me to fix the pool in your backyard, and I did it. I don't know if you can use it..." Amanda gasped in excitement, then clapped her hands and exclaimed: - Hooray!! Thank you so much! I can swim now! With these words she ran to the door, opened it slightly and called: - Come in, let's go swimming! “Amanda, who did you call?” I asked. - Mary, she has her friend now... "Amanda, when I was cleaning the pool, there were a lot of piles of feces... continue reading

A cold wind drove gray, stinging snow through the streets, melting it into mud beneath the wheels of the cars. The city lived its own harsh, oil-fueled life. It wasn't pretty, but it was as strong as a fist. Those who didn't fear long months in the north, far from home, on endless shifts, made good money here. Pyotr was one of them. Milana, standing by the window of their old, not yet completely empty apartment, watched the twilight swallow the gray panel buildings. Longing. Deep, aching, like an aching tooth. She was twenty-seven, and she had spent most of those last three years waiting. Waiting for a call, a message, a return. Peter was her husband, her love, and her greatest source of anxiety. A tall, lean, dark-haired man with a stubborn chin and jealous eyes, he graduated from the Oil and Gas Institute and dedicated his life to endless business trips. She, on the other hand, was an advertising executive, or, as it's fashionable to say these days, an SMM specialist.... 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