Matryoshka
Shell 1. The Love of Two — The Beginning of a New Cycle.
"Do you remember how it all began
Everything was for the first time and anew...
But the goal is one
In joy and in sorrow,
And he who did not falter
And did not abandon the task,
will find his happiness...".
Prologue.
"First mistress? At fifty? You've got to be kidding..." said Valera.
"Well... yes and no..." I thought, "She is the first, but not mine, it's ours!" I said aloud.
"What?" He almost choked, and his face broke out in blotches.
"Yes! Ours! Mine and
my wife's..." — these words killed him on the spot."And why did you tell me that?" he tensed up.
"Do you like my wife, as a woman?"
Shock.
I was returning from a business trip early in the morning, a day earlier than planned. I felt uneasy. I won't lie and say it was a joke told by a fellow traveler that got me going: "A husband returns home from a business trip, enters the apartment, and there's his wife having fun with her lover..." And I opened the door quietly and immediately went to the bedroom...
Yes, it seems my unease was not for nothing. In our marital bed lay two people. The one closer was my wife, but I couldn't see the second one because of her. I "boiled over"! And that's putting it mildly. We had lived a long life together, thirty years. We raised a son. No problems were ever voiced, our sex life was regular and satisfying! Slowly, I approached the bed and pulled the blanket off them.
I was ready for a fight, screams, accusations against me, and I was painfully curious, am I some kind of pervert, who did the woman I love trade me for. No, not loved, but love now and will love.
A kind of squeak was heard, and I discovered another woman in the bed next to my wife! They were both naked, and the position of their hands and several specific toys eloquently indicated that they weren't just sleeping in the same bed, but had also made love in it before that.
Immediately, two hands snatched the blanket from my grasp and covered themselves with it.
"It's not what you think," my wife's muffled voice said.
"And what am I supposed to think?" I sneered, indignant.
"We were just sleeping together in the same bed. And we're undressed because it's hot here..."
"Yeah! And this pile of plastic phalluses is always lying here..." I commented, pointing at the toys.
"No... But we..." she couldn't find the words, "get out! We need to get dressed," she finished.
"So, maybe I should go back on a business trip and come back tomorrow as planned? And you can tumble around here for another day?" I said bitterly and went out into the hallway.
My state was strange. I was glad it wasn't a man in the bed, but I couldn't understand, what's a woman doing here? And, by the way, a very pretty one... I wouldn't mind tumbling with her myself!
Conclusions: my wife is a lesbian! And that means she's been pretending all these years! But this conclusion didn't fit with her behavior at all. Before I left, she herself dragged me into bed when I was already packed and trying to put on my shoes! I almost missed the train because of it. As they say, it's sewn with white thread... Spitting on my thoughts, I went to the room, took a bottle of cognac and a glass from the bar, and settled on the sofa with this set.
I was finishing my second glass when I heard quick footsteps in the hallway, and my wife's partner flew out into the stairwell. Then slow footsteps were heard, and my wife Lisa entered the room. Seeing that I had opened and was drinking cognac, she took a glass for herself, poured, and drank. Then she turned to face me and said:
"Well?"
"Well what?" I asked back.
"What did you want?"
"First, to get an explanation of what happened here!" I said defiantly.
"Did something happen here?" Lisa tried to joke it off.
"Don't play dumb! Did you sleep with her?" I yelled.
"Yes! I slept with her, and we also made love! Lesbian love, to be precise," she said calmly.
"You don't love me? You never loved me? You've been pretending all this time?" I whispered, feeling the ground slipping from under my feet.
She paused, holding the silence, and said:
"I loved, I love, and I will love... always!"
"Then what is this?" I asked, shaking my head vaguely.
"My mistress Tanya. We work out together at the fitness section."
I shook my head. There was complete chaos in it. I didn't understand anything.
"Maybe you'll explain?" I gave up.
"I'll try. But please try to understand! I don't want to lose you..."
"Me too," I muttered, "I'm listening."
Confession.
"Remember three years ago I went for massages. My back hurt then. The massage therapist was Inna."
I remembered that time well. She drove me crazy with her Inna then: Inna this; Inna that; Inna is wonderful; she has golden hands... As it turned out, she had not only golden hands but also a soft, sensitive tongue, and lovely breasts...
"That's when she seduced me... by offering an erotic massage. I agreed. She was an experienced lady... I liked it, I got hooked on this kind of sex. And after we broke up with Inna, I started looking for partners for this myself." She looked down. "Of course, it's also sex, but it's different, and I don't consider it cheating on you. Because it's a complement to sex with you. I love you and don't want to part with you... If you want to leave me, I'll understand, although it will be hard for me. And if you insist, I'll quit this..." She burst into tears.
To say I was in a difficult spot is an understatement. I was completely baffled. And honestly, I didn't believe she could quit it. It's not the kind of thing you can just give up, what nature provided with her stimuli!
Grabbing her by the waist, I pulled her to me, sat her on my lap, and kissed her. And only now did I realize how much what had happened had excited me! Before my eyes was the picture of my beloved making love with the girlfriend who had left... It got tight in my pants, and all questions faded into the background. And my body, as if kicked in the ass, started doing what the hormones were urging it to do!
My hand slipped under her robe and slid over her stomach. Our lips found each other, and our tongues started a "scuffle." A minute later, or maybe an hour, time stopped for me, my other hand slipped under the light robe and grabbed the dream of any man. And that dream was a size four, and her bra was lying somewhere in the bedroom. Stress, memories of what I saw, and simply the desire to possess my beloved woman do not contribute to family quarrels... And the conflict moved to another stage, where each side tried to prove their love and passion to the "opponent."
About five minutes later, I carried my beloved and gently laid her on the bed, which still held the scent and warmth of the bodies that had lain there earlier. For some reason, I didn't care now that my place had been taken at night by... my wife's mistress. The words rolled loudly in my mouth, acting as an aphrodisiac, and I couldn't restrain myself!
Our clothes got lost somewhere on the way to the final destination, and now we were caressing each other like crazy. Our 69 position spoke for itself.
"But still, with a man it's different," Lisa suddenly said.
"Who would doubt it?" I supported the conversation, momentarily tearing myself away from the delight I was caressing.
"And did you cheat on me often?" she continued after a slight pause.
"With men? Never!" I joked.
"No! With women!"
"What are you talking about? I didn't cheat on you!"
You'd have to be a complete fool to confess such a thing to your wife, especially when she's caressing your member. I remembered well that besides gentle lips and a nimble tongue, there were also teeth there.
"Never-ever?"
"Of course not!" I said firmly.
Her tongue moved faster, and it felt so good.
"Yes!" was all I could say, turning and leaning on top of her.
My organ slipped into her hot little hole as if coming home and engaged in pleasant routine, moving back and forth.
"Yes! Faster," she moaned, scratching my back with her nails.
That's how it always is... Then I'll walk around with scratches for a week. But I'm used to it. I pulled out of her and turned her onto her back.
"Come on..." was all she could whisper.
"Coming!" I hissed, immediately inserting my member into her.
She gasped and "her soul soared to heaven." The body lying beneath me tensed, nails dug into the sheet, and she began to be twisted by an orgasm.
"Yes! More! It feels so good... (Moans, cries, sighs...)."
And I, without stopping for a moment, drove her deeper and deeper into the beautiful abyss of pleasure. She was already just writhing beneath me, screaming and wailing like an animal. And then it was my turn. I don't know what came over me. I didn't even try to pull out of her, and my stream hit right into her womb! There were no words, I just opened my mouth wide, crying out as I released the tension. Inside, there was a squelching sound, and streams of semen began to seep out in sync with my fading movements.
"She'll kill me for this!" I thought lazily, "well, so be it..."
"Did you come inside me?"
"Yes?!"
"Okay... It's fine today," she said, relaxing. "Oh, that felt so good..."
"Yes. I liked it too!"
I lay on my back, and Lisa lay down next to me, putting her head on my chest. Her gentle hands stroked my body. There they were, running over my stomach, slowing down a bit, sliding further... They ruffled the hairstyle of my hard worker. Her nails gently scratched the shaft of my penis, and I felt it tensing up. This was something new. We hadn't tried having sex several times in a row for a long time.
"Well, why not?" I thought.
"He's so beautiful..." my wife suddenly said, "I love him and you! Very, very much!"
"I love you too! All of you! And I will always love you!" I whispered.
And her hands were already working hard on my hero, who had been drooping just a minute ago. And in gratitude for the attention and affection, he stood up. Not very much, but still.
"I'll kiss him!" she whispered.
"Go ahe..."
Two gentle hands, a tender tongue, soft lips... How much does a person need for happiness? I felt an irresistible desire to possess my woman — again and again!
"..." she laughed softly, "I can see everything!"
"By your prayers," I whispered, afraid to scare the moment away.
"Do you want me?" her tongue ran over the swollen head.
"I desire and I'll take you! Now!" My teeth even ached from her laughter and caresses.
"Maybe in the butt?"
And this was new! We tried anal once, but she didn't like it. And now she was offering it herself!
"But you said you don't like it that way, it hurts you..." I said cautiously.
"But I've been training all this time and started to enjoy it... I just didn't know how to confess to you," she mumbled.
From such a prospect, all my sleepy-tender stupor was cast aside, and I was ready to plunge into her immediately.
"Let's do it!" My voice trembled with desire and excitement.
"We need to go wash," she said and slipped out of bed, "and you too," Lisa ordered as she was leaving the room.
"I'm coming," I called after her.
When I came to the bathroom, she was already drying herself.
"Come on, hurry up, I'm waiting for you," she pecked me on the cheek and cheerfully ran back.
Soaping up my dignity, standing at attention, and rinsing off the shampoo foam, I cheerfully hummed:
"Tra-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta... We're gonna fuck you now... My sweet little thing... In every little thing..."
Her head turned to face me, and she whispered:
"Caress me all over there. Lubricate my anus with gel. Check with your fingers... And you can start!"
I pressed my face to her womb. My tongue moved like crazy, trying to embrace the boundless. To be everywhere at once and reach everything to bring maximum pleasure. Within a couple of seconds, she began to moan.
"That feels so good..."
And I, squirting gel from the bottle, was already inserting a finger into the coveted ring, twisting it in different directions. The moans grew louder, and she tried to lift her soft buttocks
"Yes! Like that! Oh..." she whispered through moans.
"Depraved pervert," I thought to myself.
And as if reading my thoughts, Lisa, moaning, said:
"What we do together is our business. And it has nothing to do with morality and rules... More, my good one..."
And I gave, licked, stroked — more, and more... Three of my fingers were already sliding in her ass. It was time to start. Tearing myself away from the hot womb and pulling out my fingers, I ran my tongue over the stretched sphincter of her anus. I stood up and placed my rigid member against the gray ring.
"Just be careful. My 'little girl hasn't had boys yet'..."
"Yes," I croaked with effort. My mouth was