A wonderful trip to Kyiv
Eighteen years had passed since we finished our army service, and then a letter arrived from Zhorka in Donetsk—he invited me and Mishka for November 7th. There would be a military equipment parade, and then we'd reminisce about the old days and catch up. We did just that, and on the morning of the 7th, Zhora met us near the "Simferopol-Yasinovataya" train. It was a half-crazy day—we immediately rushed to the square; the parade was truly grand, the ground trembling from the formidable machinery.
Then we went to the opening of the huge department store "White Swan," then to the new excellent cafe "Russian Tea" and the old cafe "Soviet Champagne." We arrived at Zhora's place barely alive and, after quickly taking a shower, collapsed into beds.
I with my wife and Zhora with Valya settled on a huge fold-out sofa in the living room, Misha with Ira—in the so-called children's room, and Zhora's brother, who arrived by evening, also named Misha—in the bedroom. We completely passed out, we were really tired.
Zhora is a "lark" by nature, so army life was easy for him; he's already on his feet by 5 a.m. Getting up, he accidentally nudged me, and since I woke up, I dashed to the toilet and got back into bed, automatically hugging Valya and placing my left hand on her chest. But soon my subconscious informed me that this was clearly not my dear wife's chest—it was small and firm, like a schoolgirl's, while my sweetheart's is soft and closer to a third cup size.
Sliding my right hand down, I was a bit stunned, even before fully waking up—a small, round bottom, completely bare, so firm, with delicate silky skin, just like a young girl's, not a thirty-year-old woman's. My "old friend" immediately stirred and crawled out of my underwear, pressing against Valyushka's bottom.
Pulling down my underwear, I brazenly slipped him into the hot, moist slit of this beautiful tall girl, my right hand began kneading her delicate bottom, and my left started stroking her belly, slowly moving inside her tight vagina—Valya hadn't given birth yet. I came wonderfully, froze, holding my breath: I caught Valyechka starting to breathe more loudly, moving her bottom to meet me—she was clearly climaxing. Well, that's it, as they say, it's time to slip away, I started to pull out my member and then wanted to play a little—I spread Valya's tender buttocks and slipped him into the beauty's tight hole. Ha!—it went in just easily, and Zhorka had complained at our last meeting that his wife wouldn't let him do it in the butt.
We lay like that for a bit, and then Valya started sliding off my "pole," moving toward the edge of the bed. Taking her lace panties from under the pillow, she put them on and, flicking my forehead, went to the bathroom. Soon I got up, got dressed, and saw quite a sight—my beloved, having gotten quite drunk yesterday, was sleeping soundly on her stomach, the blanket had slipped off, revealing her round, plump bottom of perfect shape.
After admiring it, I went to the kitchen, where Zhora had already brewed excellent "Mocha" and made sandwiches. Zhora suddenly asked me and Valya to go to the spontaneous market on the parallel street—to buy some sour cream and smoked meats. I put on my "Adidas," and Valyusha her beautiful "Botas," and we went outside. Suddenly, I remembered that the money was left in my wallet. Asking the girl to wait, I quietly returned and was stunned—Zhorka was slowly having my beauty in the butt, and she was still in nirvana from yesterday's drinking and not aware of anything. Zhorka was moaning so sweetly—he always went crazy over my darling's gorgeous bottom.
Well, okay, it's a bit awkward for me, but I shouldn't ruin an old friend's high, and it won't diminish my wife...
— In such unsanitary conditions and to get such a great orgasm—just amazing! Well, shall we go on a hunt, to get mammoth meat—we quietly laughed. It was still quite dark, but abnormally warm for November; holding hands, we walked down the street like young lovers and kissed on every corner. In principle—it was marital infidelity, but we looked at these things more simply, and what pleasure I got—indescribable!
Breakfast went just wonderfully—everyone was so funny and sleepy in the morning, but then we started telling jokes and decided to take a walk around the city. The center of Kyiv is quite beautiful—full of flowers, especially roses. We also visited "Bratislava" (where our army comrade Igor works as a bartender), then saw Valya off to her restaurant, where she works as the production manager. And in the evening, Zhorka and I met her—she always left work with full bags—the specifics of the job. kkiss18.net Yes, our Kyiv is a beauty, strolling along Khreshchatyk is a pleasure! And what beautiful girls walk here—definitely the most beautiful in Europe!
In the morning, everything happened exactly the same—I happily had Valyechka, and she stuffed a corner of the pillow into her mouth to not scream, and when the master of the house sent us to the store in the morning for meat for shashlik, Valya peeked through the window again. Making sure everything was as before, she gave it to me again in the shed, and soon I came inside her again... And on the third day, Valya returned home right after we left and, as soon as Zhora got off my sweetie's classy bottom, immediately told him, stunned, that he had been caught in the act:
— By law, since you had Pasha's wife, I now have to give it to him—for balance, right? Today the guests will leave, you can get Sveta drunk and sleep with her, and I'll sleep with Pasha. Or should I call him? No? Then we went to the market for greens—and she proudly walked out.
For lunch, we had shashlik, and in the evening, after seeing off both Michaels with their wives, we met Valya and went home. My beloved got quite drunk with Zhora's gentle help, so he went to sleep with her, lustfully stroking her bottom, and Valya and I went to the bedroom. Now we "let loose"—I gave her cunnilingus, then came inside her three times, settling between her legs and enjoying her vagina. And her sweet, skillful mouth at night cleverly raised my "fighter" to his combat post.
In the train compartment, my wife grumbled a bit that I had been getting her drunk these days, fucking her in the butt every night and morning, and she hadn't had a single orgasm. But we made up for all that at home, and memories of the sweetness of Valyechka's kisses, her magical tongue, and her tight vagina set me up for passionate sex with my lawful wife. And two months later, a letter came from Valyushka—her pregnancy is progressing normally, Zhora is simply overjoyed!