Life values

I want to tell a story that changed my attitude towards concepts like love, family relationships, and friendship.

Last summer, a young married couple I know—Ilya and Katya—invited me and my girlfriend to relax at a seaside resort (they managed to get discounted passes for a 4-person cabin for 7 days). After discussing it with my girlfriend Oksana, I agreed, paid half the cost, and started preparing for the trip. However, just 2 days before departure (the shift started on August 10th), Oksana called and said her boss was urgently sending her on a business trip to Japan for some

negotiations (she works as a translator). Because of this, Oksana couldn't go to the sea. Initially, I decided not to go at all, but Ilya, who I've been friends with since college, persuaded me to go without Oksana, reasonably noting that the money was already paid and no one would refund it. Especially since I had already gotten time off work, and the prospect of spending my entire, albeit short, vacation in the city with temperatures over 30 degrees wasn't very appealing.

And so we are at the sea. It's beautiful, cliffs all around, and between them a bay with a good sandy beach, accessible by stairs from the resort where we settled in a quite comfortable cabin (a small kitchen with a stove and refrigerator and a fairly spacious room with four beds.

After swimming in the warm water, we traditionally prepared shashlik for dinner, drank wine, sat on the veranda, and enjoyed the evening coolness.

I should probably say a few words about my friends. Ilya is a handsome, tall (187 cm) brunette, 25 years old (my age, by the way). Katya is a petite girl (about 160 cm and 50 kg), 22 years old, a brunette with quite long (down to her waist), thick hair, a beautiful athletic figure, and a cheerful personality. My friend's wife joked and laughed all evening, and although I had only seen her twice before in my life (after their wedding, which was six months ago, and one visit to their rented apartment with Oksana), it felt like we'd known each other for a hundred years.

Around one in the morning, we took turns showering and started getting ready for bed. Since there was only one room with beds, we initially decided to push two beds together for Ilya and Katya and separate them with a curtain on a rope, but since we stayed up late, we decided that hammering nails at 1 a.m. to tie the rope for the curtain would be in bad taste, so we simply put two beds together, and I made my bed in another corner by the window.

Ilya and I were already lying in our beds, covered with sheets, when Katya entered the room in a short silk robe. Her face, after her evening routine, had no makeup left, but the girl was no less attractive for it.

 — Well, is everyone settled? Turning off the light!, — Katya chirped and clicked the switch.

It should be noted that the spouses' combined bed was opposite the window, and since the night was quite bright (full moon), their bed was well-lit. I, lying in the other corner practically right next to the window, was in the shadows.

Katya took off her robe and was left in a very short nightgown that barely covered her cute and appetizing butt, revealing slender legs to view.

 — Move over, — she addressed Ilya, but he patted the spot behind him with his hand, inviting his wife to lie closer to the wall.

Katya had to squat down to climb over her husband. Because of this, her gown rode up almost to her back, and her buttocks came into my view. Katya wasn't wearing panties, and when she lay down next to her husband without having time to adjust her gown, I even thought I saw a glimpse of a strip of hair on her pubic area.

 — Good night, everyone, — said Katya and kissed her husband on the cheek.

From what I saw, I got a little aroused, and unhappy thoughts crept into my head about how I would live next to the loving newlyweds for 7 days. With these thoughts, I dozed off.

I was awakened by characteristic sounds—the creaking of the bed, Ilya's snorting, and Katya's whimpering. I cautiously opened my eyes and saw what I expected. Ilya, lying on his side, was fucking Katya, whom, due to their size difference, I couldn't even see, having the opportunity to observe the rhythmic movements of my friend's now completely uncovered ass. From time to time, Ilya turned his head and looked in my direction, apparently checking if I was asleep or not. I tried not to give away that I was awake, breathing carefully and evenly. After a few minutes, Ilya decided to change positions. He pulled out of Katya and lay on his back, inviting the girl to take the top position. Katya first whispered something to her husband about decency, about the presence of a stranger in the room, but Ilya convinced her that he had known me for a long time, and I was sleeping soundly after drinking. As a result, Katya peeked out from behind her husband and stared intently at me for several minutes. I tightly closed my eyelids and didn't move. After a while, by the sounds, I understood that the process of their lovemaking had resumed, and I cautiously opened my eyes a little. Katya had mounted Ilya, leaned her hands on his chest, and was moving smoothly back and forth on her husband's cock. She was completely naked, and her beautiful size 2 breasts with very small dark nipples swayed in time with the rider's movements. Katya was looking in my direction and moving very carefully, almost without creaks, but after a few minutes, arousal and the approaching orgasm made the girl forget about caution, and Katya was now riding Ilya's sturdy shaft with all her might, emitting drawn-out moans. A few more seconds later, the girl trembled all over and fell onto her husband's chest.

 — Well, there you go, and you were afraid, — stroking his wife's back, Ilya whispered, — Silly, is it worth denying yourself pleasure when you really want something.

 — I want you again!

 — Wow!, — Ilya replied in surprise, — Appetite comes with eating. And you were playing hard to get! No problem, just help my little boy a bit!

Katya looked in my direction again, then detached from her husband, slid down lower, and, burying her hair in the area of his crotch, judging by the characteristic movements, began to intensively suck his cock. After a minute, she broke away from her task and, moving to her half of the bed, got on all fours. Ilya's cock was standing stiff, and he didn't need to be asked twice; in a second, he was behind his wife and drove his little boy inside Katya. From what I saw, I got very aroused, and my cock began to betray me by tenting my swim trunks, and with them the sheet; I tried to press my cock down with my hand, but this movement didn't escape the couple's attention; both turned their heads in my direction but didn't stop the process. Apparently, they were already in that state of arousal where it's impossible to stop what's been started. On the contrary, Ilya began to move more intensely, no longer paying attention to the creaking bed; Katya was breathing intermittently, and after a minute began to moan quite loudly. Ilya tensed up, pulled his cock out of his wife's pussy, and began to fountain onto her back, then lifted his wife's weakened body by the shoulders and turned her towards me. Katya didn't resist, and I managed to see her beautiful body, especially her neatly trimmed pubic area with a narrow strip of hair against the white background of her body, untanned under her swimsuit. I caught myself thinking that I was now openly looking at Katya, not even trying to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. This made me uncomfortable, and I turned towards the wall.

Five minutes later, they were already asleep, and I spent a long time digesting what I had seen, only falling asleep at dawn.

The next morning, Katya and Ilya pretended that the nighttime incident was just a dream, chatting casually and joking. I supported their line of behavior, although involuntarily, when Katya, due to various circumstances, took more suggestive poses (bending over to get something out of a bag, combing her hair, causing her T-shirt to cling tightly to her breasts with nipples swollen from the morning coolness and

etc.), I admired her and felt stirrings in my pants.

The day passed quite routinely and quickly. In the evening after dinner, we decided to drink beer with the shrimp bought during the day. Again, we stayed up late. When Ilya and Katya went to take a shower, I tidied up the kitchen and decided to make my bed on the floor there so as not to embarrass the couple anymore, but when they returned, Ilya didn't approve of this idea, saying it would be stuffy in the kitchen due to the lack of an openable window. Despite my weak protests, Ilya carried the already laid-out bedding on the floor back to my bed. I went to the shower, and when I was returning, I met Ilya halfway, who looked somewhat distracted, which happens very rarely with him.

 — Vitya, you know what, there's this thing, — he began very uncertainly, but then, apparently having decided everything for himself, continued in a firm voice, — You saw us last night with Katya, didn't you?

 — Yes, I saw! That's why I decided to move to the kitchen!

 — No need for the kitchen. You like Katyukha, don't you?

 — Of course I like her, you've always had good taste.

 — The thing is, we understand how hard it will be for you to spend so many days with us, seeing or hearing us having sex. Oksana is gone, and picking someone up here will be problematic. But Katya and I have discussed the possibility of having a second partner in our bed several times. I really want to show off Katya's sexual talents, and she doesn't know if she can handle two partners at once. So we thought, since such a situation has arisen, why not invite you.

I was shocked by what I heard. Ilya, who was known as quite a jealous person, was personally offering me to have sex with his own wife.

 — Well, I don't even know, — I mumbled.

 — Katya is already waiting! — Ilya encouragingly informed me.

 — Then I'm ready!

Just the thought that I would now be having sex with my friend's wife in his presence turned me on so much that when we entered the room, I was literally steaming, and my cock was straining for freedom.

Katya was lying on the pushed-together bed, covered with a sheet up to her chin. From her appearance, it was clear the girl was nervous.

 — It's okay, Katyukha, Vitya doesn't mind, relax, — Ilya encouragingly told his wife.

He turned off the light and was the first to drop his shorts, T-shirt, and underwear, remaining naked. Approaching the bed where his wife lay, he removed the sheet from her. Katya was still in the same nightgown, which had ridden up slightly and no longer quite covered her pubic area. The girl didn't answer anything, just pulled her husband to her and kissed him firmly on the lips. They began to hug and kiss, rolling over to the far bed, freeing up space for me. I didn't keep them waiting, quickly stripped naked, giving freedom to my suffering cock. Kneeling on the bed, I began to stroke Katya with one hand on her hair, shoulders, back, and with the other on her beautiful legs, gradually moving higher to her half-open buttocks due to the hem of her nightgown.

Katya detached from her husband and turned towards me. Her lips were slightly parted, and I instinctively dove into them with a long, passionate kiss. Simultaneously, with my right hand, I felt through the thin silk fabric of her gown her firm, elastic young breasts and began to caress them. A second later, I felt Ilya pulling the gown off his wife. I broke away from her sweet lips and held the girl by the waist as her husband pulled the last piece of clothing over her head, and Katya raised her arms for this. Her breasts were right in front of me, and I began to kiss her small, excited nipples, causing the girl to lean forward and, hugging my head, press me closer to her.

Ilya suggested Katya lie down; she obediently complied with his request, and her husband, lying down next to her, began to lick her pussy. I continued to caress her breasts, and Katya blissfully writhed and didn't stop moaning. After a few minutes, Ilya and I switched places, and now I was caressing her lower lips and small clitoris.

Katya came after 10 minutes, blissfully stretched in sweet bliss for a while, and then showed such aggression and temperament that both Ilya and I were taken aback. First, the girl made us lie on our backs next to each other, stood at our feet in a squat, and began to take turns servicing our cocks and scrotums with her wonderful mouth. It must be said Katya sucked magnificently, deeply, tightly enveloping the cock with her lips, licking the head inside her mouth with a nimble tongue. When one cock was in her mouth, she jerked the other with her hand. Then Katya mounted her husband's cock and began to ride him furiously. I stood next to her, and the girl, opening her mouth, offered it to me, which I took advantage of. After a couple of minutes, Ilya asked Katya to get on all fours, which she did. Her husband inserted his little boy into her mouth, suggesting I use her pussy. I readily positioned myself behind and with one movement buried my cock in Katya's vagina up to my balls. After five minutes, I felt I was about to cum and asked where I could do it. Katya twisted out from under me, turned over, and took my cock into her mouth, while Ilya inserted his into her vagina at that time. I couldn't hold on for long and began to spill right into Katya's mouth. She took the cock out of her mouth and jerked it, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, but most of the semen hit her throat with the first spurt. To my surprise, Katya didn't spit anything out but swallowed my sperm, then continued to suck on my deflating cock. A few seconds later, Ilya finished too.

 — Well, how was it, did you like it? — asked Ilya, apparently addressing both of us, and then added himself, — I really did, you, Katyukha, were simply a tigress!

 — Yes, you are wonderful, I haven't felt such a high in a long time, — I agreed.

Katya modestly remained silent, but fifteen minutes later, with her mouth and hands, she brought Ilya and me back to a fighting state, and our lovemaking continued.

The remaining 5 days (or rather nights) passed like in a fairy tale. Katyukha performed wonders in bed. Sometimes Ilya and I managed to finish 4-5 times a night, and the girl was tireless. On the third day, we (or rather Ilya) persuaded Katya to try anal sex, and on the last night, we fucked her "sandwich-style," him in the ass and me in the vagina. Everyone really liked it. The only thing I wasn't allowed to do was finish inside Katya's vagina. She preferred to suck me off; a couple of times I came in her ass. But I wasn't offended. Ilya was happy partly because he could show off his wife's talents to a friend, partly because Katyukha received true pleasure not only physically but also morally, realizing she could easily please two strong men at once, and partly also because he himself received incomparable pleasure from possessing his own wife together with another man.

That's how my understanding of certain values, which are so often talked and written about, changed in a week.