Alla's Benefit Concert

1.

The warm glow of the monitor outlined the faces of the young couple bent over the keyboard. Tall, muscular Arthur scrolled through the familiar swingers' forum, his fingers impatiently gliding over the touchpad. Beside him, leaning on his shoulder, his wife Olga sipped her wine, her gaze sliding across the screen with mild curiosity.

— So, will you find someone interesting for us? — Her lips stretched into a smile, her fingers lazily playing with his hair.

Arthur smirked, clicking on another profile.

— Look, — he pointed at a photo.

The screen displayed a woman with thick dark hair and a piercing gaze. Her username

was "SaratovSiren." In real life — Alla, a singer. Next to her stood a shorter man with a restrained smile: according to the caption, his name was Nikolai, her "faithful assistant."

— Ha, 'faithful assistant,' — Olga snorted. — I wonder what exactly he helps her with?

Arthur laughed, his fingers already flying across the keyboard.

— Let's ask.

They wrote a message — light, playful, with a hint. Not a proposal, more like an invitation to a game. And the answer wasn't long in coming.

Alla replied quickly, with the same bold nonchalance. Nikolai — more reserved, but every word of his held curiosity.

— They're open to meeting, — Arthur leaned back in his chair, pleased with the quick connection.

Olga pressed against him, her breath a warm whisper against her husband's ear:

— Then tell them we'll come to Saratov.

The screen went dark, but in the darkness lingered the promise of something new, unusual… something that would soon begin.

2.

The midday sun flooded the streets of Saratov with thick amber light when the taxi stopped in front of a two-story mansion with a facade clad in natural stone. Arthur got out first, adjusting his shirt over his broad shoulders, and turned to Olga:

— Looks like we're here?

She nodded, adjusting her miniskirt, which hugged her rounded hips a little tighter than usual.

The door opened before they could ring.

— Finally! — Alla stood in the doorway, holding a smartphone, her figure clearly outlined in the frame.

She was taller than she seemed in the photos. Long legs accentuated by slits in her dress, a slender waist, slightly full hips — and that gaze, dark, appraising. Her lips, painted a deep burgundy, stretched into a smile.

Arthur stepped forward, and their bodies touched for a moment — chest to chest, warmth to warmth. He caught the light scent of her perfume — something spicy, with a hint of vanilla.

— You're even more beautiful than in the photos, — he whispered, and his palm slid over her waist, feeling the warm skin beneath the fabric.

Alla laughed, her fingers with manicure matching her lipstick squeezed his hand.

— And you… are exactly as I imagined you.

Olga, at that moment, was exchanging a light but tangible hug with Nikolai. He was not much taller than her, his palms — broad, with slightly rough fingertips — cautiously touched her back.

— Hello, — he whispered, and his voice was deeper than she expected.

Olga caught a faint scent of soap and something woody — perhaps his cologne.

— Hello, — she smiled, deliberately letting her gaze linger on his lips.

Arthur couldn't look away.

Inside, the house was as cozy as its hostess — wooden "antique-style" furniture, modern appliances, rugs. The kitchen smelled of a complex bouquet of herbs and spices. Nikolai hospitably poured them wine, his fingers confidently gripping the bottle's neck, the tendons on his hand tensing.

— To new acquaintances, — Alla raised her glass, and the light played in the depths of the red wine.

When they clinked glasses, her pinky deliberately lingered on Arthur's wrist.

He felt a slight shiver run down his back.

Lunch passed with light but subtext-laden conversation. Alla's legs under the table kept touching Arthur, and Nikolai seemed to glance at Olga more and more often — especially when she leaned over for bread, and the unbuttoned lapels of her short jacket slightly revealed the shadow between her breasts.

Arthur shifted his gaze to Olga.

She was already looking at him — and her eyes held the same thing.

"Yes, we're staying."

3.

The living room began to sink into the early dusk. The soft light of the evening sun picked out bare shoulders, sliding fingers, lips moist with wine from the semi-darkness. Alla reclined on the sofa, her legs — long, with high arches — draped over Arthur's lap. His large palms slowly stroked her calves, feeling the smoothness of her skin under his fingers, slightly cool at the ankles and warming higher up.

Olga sat next to Nikolai. His hand — with prominent veins on the back — rested on her knee, his thumb drawing circles on the inside of her thigh, where the skin was especially tender. She felt his breathing deepen each time her fingers touched his forearm, feeling the coarse golden hairs with her fingertips.

— You're trembling, — Olga whispered, watching Nikolai's Adam's apple bob sharply as he swallowed.

Alla, meanwhile, leaned towards Arthur. Her dark hair — smelling of expensive shampoo with notes of jasmine — spilled over his chest.

She took his hand and slowly guided it up her body: slender wrists, well-groomed arms with silky skin, firm breasts… and further, to her lower abdomen, where…

Arthur froze. His fingers encountered an unexpected hardness beneath the thin fabric of her panties.

— Surprise, — Alla whispered, her voice dropping an octave.

Olga held her breath. Nikolai stopped breathing altogether.

Alla stood up. Her movements were deliberately slow as she removed her dress — first revealing her shoulders, then her breasts in a black lace bra, then a flat stomach with barely visible abs…

And finally showing black lace panties, behind which a substantial bulge was clearly outlined.

— Do you still want me? — her fingers paused on the waistband.

Arthur answered not with words. He stood up, his hands — large, with prominent knuckles — encircled her waist, pulling her close. He felt her arousal pressing against his stomach, felt her pulse quicken under his lips as he kissed her neck.

— Of course, — he finally said.

— God, — Olga whispered. Her fingers reached for Nikolai on their own, finding the now evident hardness beneath his trousers.

Alla, meanwhile, guided Arthur's hand between her legs.

— Feel how much I want you, — her lips brushed his cheekbone.

Arthur groaned when his fingers felt the hot, pulsating flesh beneath the fabric.

The room filled with heavy breathing, the rustle of removed clothing, barely audible moans. Nikolai, finally breaking, pulled Olga to him, pulled off her jacket, his teeth lightly grazed her collarbone, leaving a pinkish mark.

4.

— Now it's your turn, — she whispered, and her palm rested on the bulge in his trousers, feeling the pulsation beneath the fabric.

Olga, at that moment, was already on her knees before Nikolai, her fingers deftly undoing his belt. The metal buckle clinked as she pulled it, freeing his stomach, covered with dark hair leading down to what strained so tensely beneath the fabric of his underwear.

— Oh, — escaped Nikolai when her nails lightly scratched his skin at the waistline.

Arthur, meanwhile, had already shed his shirt. The muscles on his chest tensed as Alla pressed against him, feeling his skin's warmth with her nipples, hard beneath the lace. Her hand slid between them, unbuttoning his trousers.

— What difference does it make, — she whispered, — what a body is made of, if it reacts so beautifully?

Her fingers wrapped around his cock, already fully erect, instantly engorged. She ran her thumb over the head, then slowly moved down, feeling every protruding vein.

At the other end of the room, Olga finally freed Nikolai from the last barrier. His cock twitched towards the cool air, and she couldn't suppress a low, approving growl.

— Beautiful, — she whispered, before taking him into her mouth.

Nikolai moaned, his fingers dug into her hair, not pushing, but just holding on, as if afraid she would disappear. His hips jerked forward when her tongue ran along the frenulum, then slid down to his scrotum, which was already tightly drawn up.

Alla, meanwhile, knelt before Arthur, her breath a hot fan against his cock.

— I want to compare, — she whispered, glancing at Nikolai. — Whose taste is richer.

Her tongue, broad and wet, licked Arthur from base to tip, then her lips closed around his shaft, taking him deeper with each movement.

Olga watched this, her own mouth not stopping its work. She felt Nikolai's penis become even harder when her partner saw Alla sucking Arthur.

— She knows how to do that, huh? — Olga whispered, her fingers squeezing the base of Nikolai's cock, slowly moving up.

He could only nod, his eyes glued to how Alla's lips stretched around Arthur's dick, how her cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper.

Arthur threw his head back, his stomach tensed as Alla suddenly sucked his shaft especially hard, her palate vibrating around the head.

— Fuck, — escaped him, and his fingers gripped her hair.

Olga sped up her movements, her palm sliding along Nikolai's erection, arousing her partner even more. She saw his balls tense, ready for release.

— Wait, — she whispered, stopping. — Not so fast.

Alla, meanwhile, pulled away from Arthur, her lips glistening.

— I like his taste, — she said, looking at Olga. — But I want to try comparing.

She approached Nikolai, her fingers slid over his chest, feeling his heart pounding.

— Ready? — she asked, but her hand was already sliding down to his cock, which twitched at her touch.

Olga moved aside, making room, and watched as Alla took Nikolai's erection into her mouth, her lips tightly wrapped around him, her tongue playing under the head of his cock.

Arthur approached his wife from behind, his hands cupped her breasts, his fingers found her nipples, hard beneath the fabric.

— Now you, — he whispered in her ear, and his teeth lightly grazed her earlobe.

Olga threw her head back onto his shoulder, her breathing quickened as her husband's fingers slid under her miniskirt, finding the already wet warmth.

The room filled with sounds — squelching, moaning, ragged breathing.

Alla pulled away from Nikolai, her lips shining. She looked at Arthur, her eyes blazing.

— Let's continue in a more comfortable setting, — she said, and they moved towards the bedroom, leaving behind discarded clothes and a trail of unspoken promises.

5.

The bedroom greeted them with a soft pinkish light filtering through translucent curtains. The centerpiece of the room was a huge waterbed, its surface gently undulating with every press, reflecting glimmers on the ceiling.

— Extra sturdy, — Alla noted with a smile. — You can tumble around however you want. You won't find one like this in stores.

Nikolai, now in just a T-shirt, reached for a cabinet by the headboard. The muscles in his back tensed as he pulled out a black plastic bag.

— Everything for comfort, — his voice sounded hoarse as he laid out a bottle of thick lube and numerous condoms in colorful packages on the bedside table.

Alla shed her underwear and was the first to step onto the mattress. Her body sank into the surface, the water conforming to her shape, accentuating every curve. She reached for the bottle, her long-nailed fingers deftly unscrewing the cap.

— Who's first? — her eyes slid from Arthur to Olga.

Arthur was also already naked. His cock, hard and slightly trembling, glistened from the preliminary caresses. He stepped forward, and the mattress undulated more strongly, causing Alla to lose her balance slightly.

— Careful, — she laughed, her hand with a drop of clear lube reaching for him.

Olga, in just her panties, settled next to Nikolai. Her fingers slid over his stomach, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.

— Get in the mood for sex, — she whispered, her hand dropping lower, taking his penis again.

Nikolai groaned as her fingers, already coated with lube, slid along his shaft.

— Not so fast, — pulling off his T-shirt, he caught her wrist, not stopping her, but just slowing the movement.

At the other end of the mattress, Arthur, having put on a "rubber," lay on his back. The water beneath him parted, accepting his body, while on top of him, with her back to him, legs spread wide, the trans person positioned herself.

According to the playful plan of Olga and Arthur, a condom was also put on the aroused Alla — so that after a few thrusts, Nikolai could carefully, holding her "equipment," sit down on her. The man couldn't immediately impale himself on the trans person's cock, but after an extra portion of gel and the work of Alla's skilled fingers, the "passive" managed to position himself on his partner's engorged member.

— Fuck, — escaped Alla, her less-tanned body, sandwiched between the men who had already tasted the summer sun, seemed like a piece of meat in a hamburger between two slices of bread; her heels dug into the mattress, allowing her to receive and give pleasure.

Olga watched the trio, her own hand slid between her legs, found her already swollen clit. Shedding her panties, she crawled over to Nikolai and began sucking him to lessen his discomfort. The man, groaning, squirmed on the trans person's cock, while Olga, smacking her lips, gave him a leisurely blowjob. Arthur from below persistently showed activity, causing the human "centipede" to move indecently, emitting lustful moans.

The uninhibited trio — Arthur lying in semi-oblivion, fucking and holding Alla with his hands, the sexy trans person positioned on him with a somewhat tense face, and Nikolai sitting on Alla's penis with a lustful expression — created a vibrant cocktail of youth and love. To them was added Olga, patiently sucking Nikolai's dick, like a hardworking bee receiving her nectar. From time to time, the man would jerk his own "sausage" while sitting on Alla's firm cock, then give it to the girl's mouth again. The moaning, depraved pyramid of two men and a trans person allowed everyone on its "floors" to enjoy sex.

Finally, tired Nikolai slid off the aroused partner, Alla for convenience immediately pulled the soiled condom off her dick and began jumping even more wildly on Arthur's cock, her own erection swinging in the air. Olga began licking the trans person's nipple, arousing