My mother-in-law and wife caressed me

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 her butt swayed when she bent over to pick tomatoes from the garden. I'm a simple guy, forty-three, and I still have a great hard-on. And so I sat there, watching them laugh and hug, and thoughts crept into my head that made me feel both ashamed and wildly pleased. It was as if they were daring me. Lena laid her head on her mother's lap, and she stroked her hair, and the gesture was so intimate that my throat went dry. I imagined those same hands, perfectly manicured, resting on me. What happened next couldn't be described as anything other than fate. "Sasha, how much kvass are you going to drink?" Lena came up to me, dropped to her knees, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She smelled of wine. "Come to us. Mom said you're so... sexy today." My heart sank. "What do you mean, 'sexy'?" I asked hoarsely, glancing sideways at my mother-in-law. She was sitting in a wicker chair, her legs crossed, and through the slit in her sundress I could see the edge of her thigh. Smooth, tanned. "That's exactly it," Nina Sergeyevna chimed in. Her voice was low and husky, like a bar singer's. "When you were nagging, your muscles were flexing like that. I look at you and think: my little fool is so lucky, she has a man like that." "Mom!" Lena laughed, but somehow nervously. "What about 'mama'?" the mother-in-law stood up and walked over to the table, pouring herself more wine. "I'm telling the truth. Sasha, come drink with us. Stop drinking water already." She held out her glass to me. I took it, and our fingers touched. She didn't pull away right away, but ran her hand over my palm. It was like an electric shock. I finished the wine in one gulp. It was tart, and it went straight to my head. "Well?" Lena looked at her mother conspiratorially. "Shall we go into the room? It's cooler there." We moved into the bedroom. I sat down on the old sofa. My wife and mother-in-law settled down opposite me. And then some kind of charade began. They talked about me, but as if I wasn't there. Lena was telling me what I was like in bed. Nina Sergeyevna sighed and said she was too old for such pleasures. Lena objected. And then my wife stood up, walked over to my mother, and, looking me straight in the eyes, kissed her. On the lips. Not like a daughter, but for real. I was stunned. My dick instantly became hard, pressing against my jeans so hard it hurt. Lena pulled away from her mother’s lips and whispered: "Mom wants you, Sasha. And I want us to be together. Do you mind?" My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I just shook my head. Against it? I'd been dreaming about this ever since I saw my mother-in-law in a bathing suit two years ago. “Come to us,” Nina Sergeevna called, and her voice no longer sounded like a mother’s, but like a female’s. I stood up, and while I was taking those three steps, my brain was working feverishly: “Is this really happening? Am I going to fuck my mother-in-law now? In front of my wife?” But when I was next to her, all thoughts flew out the window. Lena, like a seasoned slut, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down along with my underwear. My cock sprang out—huge, engorged, with a wet head. I stood before them like a stallion at a sale. "Holy shit," my mother-in-law breathed, looking at my beast. "Lenka, you weren't lying... He's handsome." They looked at him together. Two women, mother and daughter. Lena grabbed the shaft with her hand and began to slowly jerk off. - Do you want some, Mom? Nina Sergeyevna didn't answer. She simply rose from the sofa and knelt down right in front of me on the fluffy carpet. Lena knelt down next to me. And that's when I completely lost it. I looked down and saw two faces looking up at me. Two pairs of shining eyes. Two mouths, slightly open in anticipation. The mother-in-law was the first to touch the head with her lips. She simply licked it, like ice cream, collecting the drop of pre-cum that had already appeared on the slit. “Delicious,” she whispered and took it into her mouth. This wasn't just a blowjob. It was a competition, a symphony, a bacchanalia. My mother-in-law took me deep, almost to the tonsils, and I growled with pleasure, burying my hand in her hair. It was softer than Lena's, dyed, but well-groomed. “Mom, don’t be greedy,” I heard my wife’s voice, and Nina Sergeevna released my penis with a wet smack. Lena immediately leaned over to take her mother's place. She always sucked well, but now there was something wild in her. She jerked me off with her hand, swallowing my balls, and looked at her mother. And Nina Sergeyevna, without getting up from her knees, lifted her sundress and slid her hand between her legs. I saw her pussy. The hair there was dark, thick, and real. She parted her labia with her fingers and began to rub her clitoris, watching her daughter suck me. "Oh, cunt, that feels so good," she moaned. "Lenka, give it to me too." They switched again. My mother-in-law took my cock in her mouth, and Lena leaned over and started kissing my mother, simultaneously caressing her wet pussy. I looked at that shame and knew I was going to cum if I didn't fuck someone for real. "Enough," I growled, pulling my cock out of my mother-in-law's mouth. "Lena, lie on your back." My wife instantly complied, sprawled out on the couch, her legs spread wide. Her pussy was already wet, her lips swollen. I hovered over her, but didn't have time to penetrate. My mother-in-law pressed herself against me from behind. Her large, soft breasts pressed against my back, her arms wrapped around my torso, and one slid down and guided my penis into her daughter's vagina. "Fuck her, Sasha," she whispered in my ear, nibbling my earlobe. "Fuck my girl, and I'll watch." I entered Lena all the way. She screamed and arched. I started moving—hard, deep. And Nina Sergeyevna didn't let up. She rubbed against my ass, squeezing my balls while I fucked her daughter, and suddenly I felt her wet fingers slide lower, right to where my cock entered Lena. She pressed against my wife's clit, and she screamed. “Come on, finish her, listen to your mother,” the mother-in-law got into a frenzy. I pulled my cock out of Lena, all wet from her juices. “On your knees,” I commanded Nina Sergeevna. She obeyed. I came up behind her and pushed her ass up. Her panties were already pulled down, her pussy exposed. Hairy, ripe, juices flowing down her thighs. I entered her with one thrust. Tight, hot as a stove. My mother-in-law screamed so loudly that the neighboring plots probably heard it. "Oh, fuck! Sasha!" she screamed, pressing her face into the pillow. I fucked her at a furious pace. Lena crawled up behind her. She lay under her mother, face to face, and spread her legs so I could see everything. And while I was fucking my mother-in-law, Lena ran the head of my cock over her labia, impaling herself back as soon as I pulled out of her. It was a hellish threesome, with me moving like a piston between two wet holes. The rhythm was off. I felt Lena was already on the edge—her clitoris was swollen, she was trembling. My mother-in-law was also moaning loudly. I entered Lena one last time and froze. "Cum inside me!" the wife screamed. "Come on!" I came. The sperm spurted out in spurts, flooding her pussy from the inside. And at that moment, the mother-in-law, watching this, screamed and came too—just from the sight, without any penetration, of her daughter's face, just being fucked by her son-in-law. The three of us lay on this narrow sofa. I was in the middle. To my left, Lena was snoring, her nose buried in my armpit. To my right, Nina Sergeyevna lay with her head on my chest and her leg thrown over my groin. It smelled of sex, wine, and our shared sweat. My sperm was leaking out of Lena, and I watched as she, without opening her eyes, mechanically smeared it with her finger over her thigh. My mother-in-law suddenly raised herself up on her elbow and looked at me. There was no shame in her gaze. Only satisfaction. "Well done, son-in-law," she said in her hoarse voice and kissed me on the lips. Just like family. "It was long overdue. It's always 'Mom, Mom,' but when it comes to doing something, you run away." "Mom, shut up," Lena muttered and stretched sweetly. "Let me sleep." I was silent. My head was still buzzing. I had just had sex with my mother-in-law. And with my wife's consent. And I wasn't ashamed. I felt fucking good. Morning greeted us with the smell of fried pancakes and coffee. I went out onto the veranda. Lena, in shorts and a T-shirt, was chopping a salad. Nina Sergeyevna, again in that damned sundress, was standing by the stove. Seeing me, she smiled a wide, honest smile and winked. — Sit down and have breakfast, Sasha. You need to recuperate. Lena burst out laughing and spanked me with a towel. "Don't stare at your mother," she said, but there was no jealousy in her voice. More like a joke. I sat down at the table. The sun was blinding my eyes. My stomach rumbled with hunger. And I knew for sure that I would remember this summer at the dacha for a long time. The summer when my mother-in-law and wife truly caressed me. And judging by the way Nina Sergeyevna ran her hand over the back of my head as she passed, it wasn't the last time.