Two betrayals

"No," my wife held her palm up to the stream of air rushing into the open window, "I didn't know it was so beautiful here, we should have come to see them earlier."

It really was beautiful. And so fresh—unlike the stuffy metropolis. Nature and late spring—a combination that can leave no one indifferent.

"Come visit us in Prokhorovka, we'll relax, have some beer, and maybe

if it's warm, we'll go for a swim"

That's how my old friend Olezhek had been enticing us.

"It'll be just me and Marinka!"

The road made another turn, and an inconspicuous dirt track branched off from it.

"We go this way, darling," Natasha purred.

"Yeah," I turned the steering wheel, and the car rolled off the asphalt highway.

A turn, another one, and we drove into a dacha settlement.

Okay, now we need to find the house with the lucky number 13, and we're there.

Oleg and Marina were already waiting for us.

Natasha jumped out of the car and, first thing, as is customary among girls, exchanged kisses with Marinka. Then she pecked Oleg on the cheek.

I got out after her, shook my friend's hand firmly, and, not to be outdone—returned the kiss to Marinka's cheek...

"So, how do you like it here?" Oleg took a beer from the refrigerator standing right outside and handed it to me.

"Good," a couple of hours had passed since our arrival, and now we were sitting on the porch of Oleg's two-story dacha, sipping beer, while our wives drank wine.

"Yes, after Moscow, I'm relaxing here with my whole soul!"

"Hey, neighbor, going to the river?" I looked closer—a man around forty was leaning on the gate and seemed already tipsy, "we're all gathering here, come with us!"

We exchanged glances.

"Mikhalych, my friends from Moscow are visiting."

"So bring them too, let them breathe some clean air!"

"Well, shall we go?" Oleg put the now empty beer bottle on the table.

"Let's go!" I got to my feet and then saw that my wife was looking somewhat sadly to the side, "what's wrong?"

"I don't feel well," Natasha smiled guiltily, "seems the last glass was one too many."

"Darling," I put my arm around her shoulders.

"You go, I'll rest in the house for now."

"I'll look after you," I held my dear one tighter.

"No, I'll sleep, you go, don't worry about me," with these words, she gently touched her lips to mine...

Time at the river flew by quickly. The alcohol and pleasant conversation contributed greatly to that.

There were quite a few people, about ten. Although people came and went. At first, we stuck together as a trio: me, Oleg, and Marina.

But then Oleg disappeared somewhere, and I didn't notice when it happened.

Marina was sitting next to me.

"Let's go for a walk," she smiled at me, in the flame of the campfire her face seemed like the face of a stranger.

I suddenly saw a woman. I mean, of course, I knew my friend had married a girl, not a guy, three years ago. But only now did I see, well, I don't know how to say it—a female.

Marina stood up.

"And she is beautiful: medium height, with red hair down to her shoulders, not too large breasts, probably a B-cup, and mischievously sparkling eyes in the firelight."

I felt my cock twitch in my pants.

We walked towards the forest. And somehow imperceptibly, as soon as we reached its edge, we took each other's hands—her palm was hot.

I don't know how long we wandered in terms of time, but we went quite far.

When we found ourselves back on the shore, the light of the small fire was barely visible.

I spread my jacket on the grass. We sat down side by side. Marina's head ended up on my shoulder. Her hair tickled my face.

In the light of the rising moon, I saw the blurred outline of her face.

Marina lifted her head and her lips touched mine.

I felt a heat run through my body.

Then, somehow imperceptibly, Marina ended up sitting on me, her hand pressing against my cock through my pants.

I unbuttoned her blouse and underneath saw only a bra.

Another movement, a click of the clasp, and Marinka's tits were in front of my face.

With large nipples, dark against the lighter skin. The firm breasts of a young female.

Marina slid off me, pulled down my pants, and took my cock into her mouth.

She played with my cock. Caressed the head. Tickled the frenulum with her tongue.

I held her hair with my hands to see her lips sliding along my cock.

"I'm going to cum!"

Marina pulled away from the cock.

"What about the main course?!" With these words, she pulled off her shorts, squatted over me, and pressed the head of my cock against her smoothly shaved pussy.

Then she slid down, and my cock was inside the warmth of her body.

"What a tight pussy she has!"

Marina began to rock on me, and I felt my cock rubbing against the tight walls of her vagina.

Her ragged breathing in time with the thrusts and barely restrained moans turned me on even more.

I realized I couldn't hold back.

"I'm going to cum!" I tried to lift Marinka so my cock would slip out of her.

"I allow it inside me!" her whisper-moan reached my ear.

Grabbing her buttocks, I pressed my friend's wife to me, and my sperm began to fill the young woman's womb in spurts.

I was cumming, and Marina rocked slightly on me while my seed poured into her body.

And tears glistened in her eyes.

Finally, my fountain dried up.

Marinka slid off my cock.

Now, after the orgasm, I felt shame. It flooded me, making my face burn.

"Marina," I pulled her close.

"What irony," I thought, "tears are flowing from your eyes, and my sperm is flowing from your vagina."

"I have never cheated on Oleg, never! Why did we do this?!"

"Marina, we need to go back. Let's do this: we'll forget what happened here. Just forget it!"

"I will never cheat on my Oleg again! Hear me, never!"

"Okay, I believe you. Now go to the river and wash your face and wash down there too."

While Marina splashed in the water, I tried to sort out my feelings.

"I cuckolded my friend and betrayed my wife. I'm a bastard. But what to do now, I have no idea, probably it's really better to just forget everything."

We returned home in gloomy silence... As soon as we reached the house, Marina went into the toilet in the yard. I entered the house, and an unpleasant surprise awaited me. Oleg came out of the room assigned to me and my wife.

He didn't see me—I was standing in the dark. He was clearly visible in the beam of light from the slightly open bedroom door. He came down from the second floor and went into their bedroom with Marina. (Specially for .оrg — ) A chill of suspicion pricked my heart. Trying not to make noise, I went up to the second floor and peeked into the slightly open door.

"My wife was just fucked!"

I understood it immediately. In the light of the nightlight burning in the room, I saw my Natasha standing sideways to me. The beautiful young girl—my wife—was completely naked. A brunette with thick hair, now loose and disheveled.

With firm B-cup breasts and a flat stomach. With tanned thighs that made men turn their heads on the street when Natashenka wore a short dress. Now my wife stood before me and, not seeing me, rummaged in her purse.

"What are you looking for there, darling?"

And the answer was revealed to me in the form of a bottle of her birth control pills. Unscrewing the cap, my sweetie tossed two into her mouth at once.

"Oh, God, no!"

Now Natasha took tissues from her purse, spread her tanned thighs, and began wiping between her legs. She strained, then dabbed her pussy with a tissue, then strained again and took another tissue.

"How much sperm is in her!"

I felt nauseous and took an incautious step, making the floorboard creak. Natasha immediately turned towards the sound, and I saw her in all her glory. The nipples on her breasts were still swollen, as they always are after an orgasm. On her forehead—hair stuck with sweat. Our eyes met—and tears glistened in her large brown eyes...