Interesting discoveries

Once, while browsing the Internet, I stumbled upon a swingers' website. I can't say I never liked group sex before. It's just that I couldn't quite imagine myself, or, say, my wife Anya, doing something like that. The most we allowed ourselves concerning others was light flirting in conversation, the freedom to choose a dance partner, or even talking about lewd topics in a drunken company, as long as it didn't involve our family.

But a man's nature (and as I recently understood, a woman's too) is such that he always wants variety in sexual relations, that is, simply put—the more women, the better. And I am no exception.

For example, I always have an unambiguous reaction to beautiful girls walking around in miniskirts or without a bra in the summer. Because of this, actually, I am married for the second time. My first wife Natasha was terribly jealous and couldn't even forgive me for lightly patting her friends' bottoms when I had to dance with them. Raised in puritanism (as was Anya, actually), Natasha once simply couldn't forgive me for harmless flirting.

Back then, we were hanging out with a group of barely acquainted guys and girls, and in the evening, upon returning home, I was asked to break up. I took it rather lightly at the time, and only a year later began to regret losing her. With Anya, everything was simpler. There were no scenes of jealousy, no arguments, no suspicions... But there was also no such passionate love as with Natasha, who went somewhere to the south and spared me the agony of seeing her shapely figure and amazingly beautiful blue eyes. But that was later...

So, on this free sex website, I learned that in the south there are even hotels where men and women specifically come to try sleeping with each other. When I read the reviews from participants of such meetings, I couldn't believe it was all so simple and so arousing. Under a pseudonym, I managed to correspond with one married couple and even find out how to get into one of these "love corners." I didn't yet realize why I needed all this, but I got seriously carried away with the topic and decided to try such a vacation once.

I just didn't want to involve Anyuta in this. I specifically timed my vacation to go south without her in the summer. To my surprise, my wife didn't object, and now the train is carrying me to Novorossiysk, from which... — twenty kilometers away was a village... Actually, I won't name it—let's consider it all my fiction... In short, I was pleasantly surprised by the comfort of this private hotel and the affordable prices. The first thing I saw in the lobby was a naked couple passionately kissing in the hallway.

A respectable-looking man was shamelessly groping a young girl, and she was stroking his cock with her hand, and in the end, dragged him into one of the rooms, not even bothering to close the door completely. And while I was being checked in, I listened to the music of sighs and moans from that couple, and then a friendly guy from the neighboring room peeked in at them, and I heard him say to them in the room: "Oksanka! Let them finish in you today! I want to lick your 'little girl' after different men!" Then he came out and gave a knowing look at the bulge tenting my trousers: "Take it easy, uncle! You'll get to try my wife too! Just tomorrow—she's fully 'booked' for today!

Better drop your stuff and go to room 12—there's such a babe waiting there! I 'did' her yesterday—amazing! True, she came alone, and I don't think she even has a husband, but she's so insatiable—'processes' about five guys between her legs per evening!" "Got it—not a fool! I'm going already! What's her name?" I blurted out, heading to my room 13 and glad I'd be living right next to this slut. "What difference does it make! The main thing is she 'gives it' to everyone! Anytime and in any position! Come on, be bolder—this bitch also likes it when they finish in her!"—answered this guy and disappeared again into the room where his wife was being fucked.

And if the other rooms had such walls, then any of their residents could freely visit their neighbors at any moment. Which surely happened, because no sooner had the door closed behind me than an excited female voice came from room 12: "O-o-o!... A new one! Excellent!... Come in, darling!... Come into me!... I'm already ready... my legs are spread for you!... Well... get undressed faster! I'm waiting!..." The voice was strangely familiar. It drew me like a magnet, and instantly undressing, I turned off the light and walked through this wonderful "wall" to this woman, unable to contain the excitement that had seized me.

In the semi-darkness of her room, I could only make out the silhouette of her beautiful figure and that she was indeed lying on the bed, hospitably spreading her legs. Like a beast on meat, I pounced on her body, and without any foreplay, immediately powerfully entered her womb. We fucked silently, carnivorously, as if devouring each other's bodies. She moaned when I penetrated especially deeply into her uterus with my cock. Finally, the release came, and my seed filled this wonderful female's vagina to the brim. Waiting for the last spurts of my sperm, she leisurely crawled out from under me and turned on the light. What I saw in it threw me into the strongest shock! Standing before me was a naked Natasha, looking at her ex-husband with no less astonishment.

We were silent—she looked at me, and I dumbly watched as sperm flowed from the widely opened vagina of my recent partner and my ex-wife, rolling in transparent drops down her still shapely leg. "You?!"—was all Natasha said and sank down helplessly next to me, burying her face in my chest. "And you... It's you!... But how... with your views... Why then... This isn't fair!!!"—I muttered, suddenly realizing that, despite everything, I still loved this beautiful woman. And even though she had become completely different now, changed beyond recognition in behavior, her body, eyes, and hair were mine again, and I stroked and kissed them, dreaming only that these minutes would become eternity... We talked and caressed each other.

In her eyes, instead of the recent deafening passion, I saw only tenderness and understood that my Natasha had not fallen out of love with her wayward ex-husband. It turns out she deeply regretted leaving me back then. She never had problems with men, but when meeting them, she only satisfied her body—her soul wanted me. Hearing these words, I felt on cloud nine and began to get aroused again, more boldly caressing her "charms" with my hand and lips. She instantly responded to this call of mine for a new union, and soon our bodies merged into one again, only now we enjoyed each other not as a male and female, but as gourmets in an expensive restaurant, feeling more than consuming.

When that same guy peeked into our room and asked me "how did I like that bitch?", Natalya, looking at me, answered: "Super!", and I added: "Let everyone use her!... But... She'll leave here only with me!" The guy immediately undressed and lay on Natasha, threw her legs over his shoulders, and proprietorially "drove it in balls-deep." I stood nearby and watched with strange pleasure as she was fucked, and after that fucker poured his sperm into her, I began kissing her vagina, licking up the well-whipped cocktail of at least two types of sperm...

The remaining nine days passed as if in a fog. Everyone (and there were n of us) fucked everyone. It became so habitual that I couldn't imagine how I ever lived a bland sexual life. When I was leaving there, Natasha and I agreed that she would return to me no matter what. And as soon as I divorced Anka, I would send her a telegram with just one word: "Waiting..." All the way home, I thought about Natasha and how badly I would treat Anya. At least we didn't have children. Finding a reason for divorce is always easy. I didn't call home once, and the date of my arrival was unknown to Anka.

I timidly hoped I'd "catch" her with some guy if I came home unannounced. But these were just dreams, as my second wife never gave me cause for jealousy either. All that remained was to honestly confess everything to her and decide on the spot how we would live further.

When I entered my apartment late in the evening, the smell of male sweat immediately hit my nose, and on the threshold, I saw the shoes of Sergey, my old friend who visited me every couple of years from Kamchatka, where he worked in a top-secret unit. Sometimes he came without warning, especially if it was a business trip. Instead of joy, this time I felt some strange tension.

I noticed that it was quiet in the apartment, and only from behind the closed bedroom door came some strange noise, reminiscent of... yes, exactly!... bed creaking!... In confused feelings, I tiptoed to that door and, slightly opening it, froze at the sight of what I saw there. In the brightly lit room, on the huge marital bed, my Anyuta, straddling my friend's cock, was furiously bouncing on him completely naked. They moaned with passion and stopped only to kiss greedily. The same feeling rose in me that I experienced in the south at that wonderful hotel. I watched wide-eyed as Anyutka copulated with Sergey, and when he began to fertilize her with his seed, I also quietly went to the kitchen.

Seeing a bottle of cognac on the festively set table, I poured and drank half a glass at once, then stripped completely naked and entered the bedroom with the words: "I hope no one minds if I join the celebration?! Anyuta! Enough embarrassment! I won't throw more than one 'stick' at you, and then you can jump on Serega again! By the way, hi Sery! How are things?" Stunned by such a reaction, these lovers jerked away from each other, and I leisurely laid out my promiscuous little wife and, leisurely fucking her, added my seed to the fertilized uterus. Then, with the words "Carry on, kids! And Daddy's going to drink cognac!", shaking the last drops of sperm onto Anyuta's face, without dressing, I headed to the kitchen.

They followed me and now silently watched as I sipped cognac and ate with appetite. After that, I calmly told them about the changes awaiting us in the near future. They were silent, not trying to justify themselves, and only towards the end of my story did Anyutka's eyes sparkle mischievously. She forcibly sat Serega on a chair and, sitting on him, inserted his cock into herself, beginning to shamelessly fuck in front of me. And when my friend got into the swing of it himself, Anyuta grabbed my newly risen cock and whispered: "And why should we get divorced? I think everything is just fine as it is! Natalya comes, and we all live together! Everyone has variety in sex! Everyone is happy! And I haven't tried being a lesbian yet—so your wives can try that! Well, how about it???"