The Wife's Friend. Variations on a Theme.

In general, it’s quite possible to say about me – from the majority – if

were not for one significant addition. I'm completely obsessed with sex. Moreover, the classic version, M and F, is no longer interesting to me. Although the extreme manifestations of this human life, such as sadomaso, also disgust me. In recent years, I have been haunted by the MMF format, where my wife would act as a partner, and one of the M’s is, of course, me. Another M could be anyone, even a complete stranger. But definitely younger than me, more athletic and resilient, and also have a decent size of my main caliber. Ideally, 18-20 cm of elastic, strong flesh. Of course, these are just my fantasies and desires. My beautiful wife, with a chiseled figure and elastic body for her age, did not share my desires to diversify my sex life. According to her, everything is fine with us, everything is beautiful, regular sex with the same regular orgasms. But I was inclined not to believe this, because sometimes she had to get involved in this game in order to raise my “fighting spirit.” Then she fantasized out loud about having sex with a young, handsome lover and, having thus achieved my persistent erection, used it for her pleasure, which, in my opinion, she still lacked. She even waved away my proposal to take a lover, calling me a fucking pervert.

It’s quite possible that we would have lived like this until old age, being content with each other. But on one wonderful wonderful day (and then I still didn’t know how wonderful and wonderful this day was) my wife, as if by the way, said:

- Dear! One guy from work, Seryozhka, you know him, he keeps asking to see our bathhouse! It turns out that I praise her so much every time I come back from the weekend!!!

- I don’t see any obstacles, dear! Let him look! – I agreed without a second thought.

- He and his wife want to come and meet you at the same time!

- Well, let's make an agreement for this Saturday! – I suggested lightheartedly.

They decided on that, and I didn’t see anything unusual then. And I had absolutely no idea what it would lead to.

On the next day off, having stocked up on alcohol and food, we went to the dacha. On the way we were supposed to pick up Sergei and his wife. But literally before leaving, he said that his wife would not be able to, and it was inconvenient for him to go alone. After consulting for a minute, we invited him to join our company, even without a partner. I thought then that three of us getting drunk is more fun than two of us, although a couple would be cooler. While we were driving to him, we had a conversation like this:

- And how are we going to take a steam bath?!! – my missus asked me the first question.

- Well, I’ll go with Seryoga, I’ll pair him up somehow! - was my answer.

– Who will match me?!! – the second question immediately arrived. “I don’t love you alone, you know!!!”

– So what’s the point of calling him if he doesn’t steam alone?!! – I asked reasonably.

– I can steam you both, no problem!

- Ugh, steaming in your underpants?! – such a prospect did not smile at all.

– Why in shorts!.. What didn’t I see there?!

– I don’t mind, honey! It’s just going to be a little weird... I’m naked, you’re dressed!

– Everyone will be naked, dear! This is a bathhouse!!!

– Seriously?! – I almost blew a traffic light from such news.

— Let’s take a steam bath together,” the wife concluded quite matter-of-factly,

And since we were already approaching the place where her friend was waiting for us, the conversation was interrupted there.

On the way to the dacha, nothing remarkable happened. Well, maybe just my chaotic thoughts about what I would feel when I find myself naked in the company of other naked people, one of whom is my wife’s colleague, and the second, in fact, the wife herself. And if in relation to her I knew my reaction, then the naked man next to her did not appear in any way yet. And listening out of the corner of my ear to their carefree chatter about all sorts of nonsense, I doubted that her friend was suitable for the role that I had assigned to him in my fantasies.

Having arrived at the dacha and unloaded, I took care of the bathhouse. The wife, as always, first walked around her property, showing Sergei, who was accompanying her, what wonderful cucumbers had grown this year, and what a wonderful harvest of flowers. At some point, I lost sight of them, deciding that my wife had gone to show the guest our village.

For things that can never be done in any household, dinner came up, which my hostess had prepared by then. At the table, with simple toasts, Sergei and I got pretty drunk, which made me a little tired, and I even took a nap for a couple of hours.

But then the time came to go to the bathhouse, and as a host, I invited Sergei to steam together, so that, firstly, this event would not stretch out over the whole evening and there would be time to sit at the table, and secondly, he would not be able to steam himself properly alone, and it would be boring.

– I don’t mind! But...” Sergei looked at my wife.

– I suggested it! – she answered. “We’ll take a steam bath, not organize an orgy!” – she added with a laugh.

I laughed too, although the option with an orgy really excited me. A few minutes later we undressed in silence in the dressing room. And although my erection treacherously betrayed my condition, I myself pretended to be calm. The wife was the first to expose herself, because there was nothing under her robe, pulled on her bath hat and disappeared into the steam room, flashing her bare butt in the doorway. We, too, soon joined her, also completely naked, with the same hats, so as not to overheat our skulls. Since my wife chose a place in the middle of the shelf, Sergei and I sat at the edges. There was space for three people back to back, so naturally our bodies were touching. After a few minutes of silent sweating and wild imagination, my penis became engorged and erect. I glanced sideways at Sergei, it was the same story with him, only his penis was noticeably thicker and longer. And he himself shamelessly stared at the open vagina of my wife, who, sitting in the lotus position and closing her eyes, did not pay any attention to it.

- So, it’s time to take a steam bath! – I couldn’t resist trying to hide the excitement that gripped me.

– You first! - said the wife, jumping off the shelf. - Wow, boys!!!

Our guns shamelessly stuck up, saluting with their crimson heads.

– It’s the heat that makes your blood boil! – Sergei admitted honestly, in my opinion, not at all embarrassed.

– Now I’ll beat the crap out of you!!! – the wife laughed. - Tolya, lie down!

Sergei got off the shelf, freeing up space for me. I lay down on my stomach, and my wife began to beat me with a broom.

Suddenly, through the biting blows, I heard a quiet but slightly irritated exclamation:

- Seryozha!!!

The broom, however, continued to whip with the same force. Turning over onto my back, I noticed that Sergei was standing very close behind Nadya. I was sure that he was pressing his dick into her crotch, because she was standing on a bench, and with his height this was possible. From the thoughts flying through my head, my penis turned to stone again.

— Darling, what are you thinking about there?!” my wife laughed, continuing to woo me with a broom. - Antoshka is going to burst!!!

- Right now I’ll pour some water on it and it’ll pass! – I answered with a smile, noticing at the same time how Sergei brazenly paws my wife, and she pretends not to notice his attempts.

Soon it was his turn to receive the broom, and we swapped places. Nadya began to beat the guest, saying that he would never forget this bathhouse. Meanwhile, I started pawing at her, to which I received: “Another one!” - but I didn’t stop pawing. When Sergei turned over on his back, his tense thick trunk pressed tightly against his stomach. I was sure that my wife could not take her eyes off his device, it was so beautiful in its power and grandeur. When I put my hand between her legs, it was just flowing and not at all from the heat. Finally, Sergei asked for mercy and flew out of the steam room like a bullet. My wife took the vacated seat, and it was my turn to work as a broom, having given the couple some steam beforehand.

– Seryoga is cool! – I said, breaking the awkward silence.

– I agree with you completely! – the wife also answered in a low voice.

– I saw how he touched you! – I admitted.

– You guys have one thing on your mind! – she answered calmly.

- Yes, I don’t mind! - I said. - This is exciting!..

- Do you mind that a strange man groped me?! – the wife was surprised.

- You liked it! – I suggested.

- Well, not without it! I'm not made of iron!!! – she answered and added: – And his dick is awesome!

– He stuck it to you while I was floating?!! – I asked unexpectedly.

— Put it in…” Nadya thought about the answer. - What a stupid word...

- Have sex with him, if you want! I don't mind! – I suggested, completely emboldened.

- So you’ll have to fuck with him later! – the wife said, turning over on her back.

– You can do it later if you like it!

– I’ll like it, honey! I already fucked with him! – she admitted, not at all embarrassed.

– Moreover!!! – I was not at all surprised by this confession, I was even pleased. - Let's have a group sex!

- Let's arrange it, okay! – my wife agreed, jumping down and dragging me outside.

Sergei sat on the bench and shamelessly jerked off. He stopped when he saw us, but did not remove his hand. His wife leaned over to him and asked him to be patient a little, then began to pour himself from the barrel. I joined her. Having cooled down a little, she sat on Sergei’s lap facing him and kissed him passionately. My penis grew stronger again from such a sight. I watched in some kind of wild excitement as, a meter away from me, my wife impaled herself on another man’s penis. On a huge, compared to mine, penis. I sat down opposite and began to watch how his thick shaft almost completely disappeared into my wife’s vagina and reappeared, generously lubricated with her secretions. An incredible sight, I tell you. My own organ, in my opinion, has become even larger and more tense. It seemed that if I touched him, I would cum immediately.

Meanwhile, my wife decided to finally finish me off by turning towards me. Rhythmically pushing herself onto the guest's penis, she first caressed her breasts, and then, as she approached orgasm, she began to rub her clitoris, increasing the pace more and more. At the same time, she looked at me through closed eyelids, moaning slightly with pleasure. A few minutes later, a powerful orgasm began to shake her body. Moans turning into wheezing shamelessly spread throughout the surrounding area. She went limp, leaning back against her lover. A minute later, his weakened penis fell out of the vagina, and sperm dripped from there.

- Let's go warm up, boys! – my wife said, moving away a little from the ecstasy she had experienced and giving me her hands to get up.

I jumped up and took her hands in mine, noting how cold they were. Rising, she hugged me tightly and kissed me, saying that I was the best husband in the world, and for this a special reward awaits me...

We sat on the shelf again, relaxed and content, and enjoyed the warmth. For example, I was completely satisfied that my wife could throw aside all conventions and indulge in carnal pleasures before my eyes. Conversations became freer and more frank. In particular, it turned out that my wife has been “cheating” on me for only a few years, and with Sergei it’s only been like this for a week. True, just today she already had sex with him three times - when we went to the river, after lunch, while I was sleeping and, in fact, in the bathhouse. And before that we only fucked once and gave a couple of blowjobs. The first time I sucked on a dare. Sergei, you see, decided that it was weak for my wife to give a blow job to another man other than her husband. In general, she doesn’t deny herself anything, because I allowed it myself many years ago. Which, of course, is the absolute truth. I always told her not to torture herself during my months-long voyages, but to take lovers and fuck with them for her own pleasure. During this sweet conversation, Nadya, quite naturally, even casually, held our members in her hands and lightly stroked, thereby maintaining our arousal.

– I really don’t want to take a steam bath! – she said, looking at us in turn.

– I won’t do it again either! – Sergei nodded, for whom, it seemed, the first time was enough.

- Lie down, Seryozha, on the floor, it’s not hot there! You promised me cunnilingus, remember?!! – Nadya asked her friend, and he willingly lay down on the floor.

My wife followed me down, also dragging me along to join their games. She sat on Sergei’s face, and she leaned towards his penis. She sucked a little, demonstrating her skill to me, and then unexpectedly invited me to suck it too, because she knew this secret desire of mine.

– Do you remember how you told me how you had sex with men and you liked sucking their dicks?! – she said quietly, continuing to crawl her pussy over her lover’s face and completely ignoring my silent protests and wide-eyed eyes. - I remember... that's why I want... him to show me... how he did it.

- And Sergei?! – I whispered, nodding towards our guest.

- I... already agreed... he doesn’t mind! – my wife reassured me, and I leaned towards her lover’s penis.

A few moments of confusion and then in my hand there was elastic male flesh, trembling from tension. I looked at my wife and, with her approving nod, I swallowed my dick to the very tonsils. I was unaccustomed to coughing, but quickly got used to it and after a couple of minutes I was giving a quite tolerable blowjob. Sometimes my wife took away my new fun to show some of the tricks of this caress. The master class would have gone even better if they had let me finish the job. It’s terrible how I wanted to taste our new friend’s sperm. But Nadya asked me to stop and moved from my face to his penis. And she told me that I could try in the second hole if I was gentle and leisurely. This was the special reward she had promised earlier - to pick a virgin flower from her ass. From a recent blowjob, a lot of saliva had accumulated in my mouth, which I began to gently rub into my wife’s anus. She slowly moved up and down on her partner’s penis, and I could only work my ass a little with my fingers and join their leisurely rhythm. After some time spent mastering a hole that was new to me, I freely moved my penis in my wife’s anus to her loud voluptuous moans. Moreover, I tried to coordinate my movements with the actions of the other partner, who was moving in the vagina, but it didn’t work out very synchronously. However, after a few minutes I emptied myself inside my wife and left them to chase their orgasms. I myself again admired how my lover’s penis moved like a fast piston in my wife, bringing her incredible, judging by the moans, pleasure. A little more time passed, and Nadya began to thrash in ecstasy on her lover’s chest, shuddering with her whole body, which indicated the strongest orgasm she was experiencing. When she found the strength to get up, it became obvious that Sergei had not finished. His powerful boner continued to excite my bisexual nature. Apparently, the fourth time that day required longer stimulation. So I volunteered to finish the job and met no objections. I again positioned myself between his legs and began to lick, suck and jerk off, in general, to please him in every possible way, getting a portion of sperm from him. Which soon happened. A powerful shot of tart, salty liquid suddenly hit my throat, I pulled away slightly, but did not let my dick out of my mouth. When the twitching of the flesh ended, I swallowed his seed in one gulp to the enthusiastic cry of my wife.

Then we quickly washed ourselves, because we were already dying to eat and something refreshing to drink, and moved into the house, where we continued our festivities at a rich table. Having satisfied our hunger and thirst a little, we decided to play cards, where the loser fulfills the wish of the winner. Needless to say, all desires concerned sex. For example, after losing the first time, I licked my wife’s pussy because Sergei, who won, wanted to watch it. And another time Nadya won and I, who lost again, had to again hone the blowjob technique at the request of my wife, of course. Because from now on it will be my direct responsibility to suck the dicks of her lovers. To my reasonable question about what kind of lovers we are talking about, she replied that she would definitely have a couple more, because Sergei and I couldn’t cope. Needless to say, after these words we again impaled our woman on two guns, which is what she actually wanted. After a few minutes of this fucking, my wife simply howled with pleasure, and a powerful orgasm shook her in our arms. This time Sergei worked on her ass, noting with admiration how tight my wife’s hole was. When the first wave of ecstasy passed, Nadya allowed us to continue fucking her, but asked us not to delay it, because she had practically no strength left. And I, for example, needed very little to pour myself into her fucked pussy. Sergei was a little delayed with the eruption, but also managed to finish before Nadya fell on me exhausted. Отдышавшись, решили, что на сегодня секса уже достаточно и пора спать. После вечерних процедур, расположились все вместе на нашей кровати, где Сергею досталось место посередине. Жена любит спать с краю, а я резонно подумал, что гостю будет приятнее обнимать во сне её, а не меня. Так и легли, Сергей на спину в серёдке, а мы с женой по бокам. Когда я протянул руку к его натруженному члену, там уже покоилась рука моей супруги. Ну что ж, подумал я, места хватит всем, и тоже обхватил его член…