New Year's madness

Hello, dear friends! Recently, an impressive story happened to me, which I can't wait to tell you about. This is something! I've never had anything like this before. Sit closer, get comfortable, and turn on your imagination. I advise the guys to grab their dicks, and the girls can start touching their nipples and gently teasing themselves in their panties. Listen carefully, you banderlogs, I'm starting my story!

It happened on January 3rd. My beautiful wife's two bi-lovers from work invited her for the weekend to celebrate the arrival of the New Year 2014 at a country house. I had to let her go. The guys still don't know that I somehow watched

their sex with my beloved slut (read "Corporate Party with a Continuation. Wife's Story.") and therefore they developed a plan of secrecy. They arranged for her to tell me that she was going on a trip with her girlfriends and would leave the house by taxi, and they would pick her up a block away. Following "their" plan exactly, my wife called a taxi in the middle of the day and drove off to meet her New Year's adventures. And I was left to while away the time alone and imagine how she would moan under the caresses of two men.

Oh, these scenes confuse my thoughts and make my heart beat wildly. But I won't tell the story of my wife and her lovers now, although they will be invisibly present. You see, I want you to imagine the situation and feel how excited my inner state was and at the same time detached from the world externally that evening. I asked her to call me or send me an SMS when they arrived and try to report what was happening with her. I was preparing for long and painful days and nights of waiting for exciting news from my wife, and then for her herself with the spicy details of the orgy.

So she calls:

— Hello, darling. That's it, we've arrived and already checked in.

— Is everything okay with you?

— Yes, it's great here! The air and nature are just super! Now we'll have dinner with the "girls" and go to the disco, and at night we ordered a sauna, we're going to have a blast.

— Well, bye, kissing all your lips. Call if anything... If you don't like it, leave, and if they are rude, I'll come and kill them both, damn it. Agreed?

— Okay, kitty. Bye.

Now about me. The phone rings again, it's my friend inviting me to go with him and his new mistress to a dive bar. Honestly, it's unbearable to call this place a club, no matter how hard the owners try. Even erotic programs don't save it. As it was a place for stupid drunks, body shaking, hookups, and obligatory fights — it remained so. In general, imagine the headache for the cops, sorry, police officers. But one thing about this place cannot be taken away — girls and women come here from other districts of the city to get drunk and pick up a male specimen to satisfy their lust. And only for this reason is it worth guys coming here. Honestly, I've never left there without a girl. But this time, I somehow didn't feel like picking anyone up, my thoughts were far away in the countryside. Although maybe I'm lying, subconsciously this desire is always there. Anyway, I went.

Imagine a Friday evening, a room full of motley people and tobacco smoke with a low ceiling, but deafening music of completely different genres (chanson-pop-techno-house) and the immortal, long-familiar, granny-dandelion at the entrance, who marked us with a glowing stamp and let us in. She, as always, looked slyly and with a smile led us to a table where a company of young girls was already sitting. Near the rectangular one stood a U-shaped sofa, leaving one long side of the table free, facing the bar, stage, and dance floor. It turned out that my friend with his girlfriend sat at the right end of the table from me, and I next to them around the corner. The left part of the table was completely occupied by the girls.

Honestly, I didn't pay attention to them, well, they're sitting there. That is, of course, I noted for myself the beauty of the girl sitting next to me on the left. She looked about 20-22 years old, dark hair, figure — class, probably slender legs under the table. On the ring finger of her right hand, a wedding ring was shining, and probably that's why I didn't even try to talk to her or get to know her. I just sometimes admired her, leaning back on the sofa back. So we sat, my friends and I chatted about our own things, and the girls had fun in their own company. Sometimes I fell silent and wondered what was happening with my wife now. Adrenaline in my blood was off the charts, hormones were playing heavy metal, affecting the nearest people around me.

So we're sitting there, and suddenly, you won't believe it, I feel someone stroking my bulge between my legs! Honestly, I was stunned, clearly it wasn't my friend or his girlfriend. I looked to the left and saw that it was the girl sitting next to me doing it. At the same time, she wasn't looking in my direction and didn't stop, as if nothing had happened, talking to her girlfriends. And her hand, meanwhile, inconspicuously under the table continued to gently knead and stroke through my jeans my balls and dick, which immediately reacted to the caresses and became uncomfortable in my briefs.

I responded to her that I wanted her too, let her go to the toilet, and I'd follow. She removed her hand and I inconspicuously zipped up my fly. They let us out from behind the table and the girl went ahead, and I followed her, covering my protruding dick with my jacket. I must say that in this dive bar the toilet is shared and we had to choose a moment when no one would be in the anteroom, to slip into the cubicle together and lock ourselves in. Inside, without unnecessary words, we immediately started kissing and hugging. I pulled up her tight turtleneck and T-shirt, unclasped her bra and freed her lovely firm girlish breasts from it. I started kneading them, and she moaned and unbuttoned my jeans belt and fly. Then she lowered my jeans and briefs. My dick finally broke free and rested against her stomach. She glanced at it and squatted down. Without any hesitation, she took the dick in her mouth and started sucking and licking it.

I looked down at how tenderly she handled it, how the wedding ring shone on the thin hand that gripped the shaft. And I immediately thought that maybe now someone is also enjoying watching how the diamonds of the wedding ring on my wife's finger shine, with which she, like on a flute, plays on his shiny dick, extracting sighs of excitement and admiration for her blowjob skills. That's it, I couldn't stand it anymore and so I lifted the stranger and turned her back to me. How much I wanted her! The girl leaned against the wall of the cubicle, and I lifted her light short skirt and with my hand pulled down her cute panties with tight tights from her butt. God, what lovely white and smooth skin her butt has, how firm it feels to the touch. I slipped my hand between her legs and touched the wet swollen lips of her shaved heavenly slit. With my finger, I spread them and it immediately sank into them.

I also got ready and, fastening my fly and belt, turned to her.

— You're just lovely! And what's your name, beauty?

— Natasha. And you?

— Vadim. Very nice. So, are you ready? Let's go back to the table.

— Let's go. Oh no, wait, I need to pee.

— Oh, and I'll join you for company.

Not embarrassed at all, Natasha pulled down her panties again and sat on the toilet. After merrily tinkling, she dabbed her wet lips with paper, got up, and gave me her place. I had to bend my dick down so as not to piss on the wall, as it was still hard. After doing the deed, we tidied ourselves up and as calmly as possible left the cubicle. No one cared about us and we, as if nothing had happened, returned to the table and joined our companies.

You think that's all, no, that's just the beginning! When the evening was in full swing and all the drunk people in full force were dancing on the dance floor, I was left alone at the table and enjoyed watching the movements of my new acquaintance. Then she came alone and sat next to me again. In a businesslike manner, she started stroking me between the legs and unzipping my fly. Natasha looked around the hall and, making sure no one was looking at us, she leaned over and took the freed dick in her tender mouth. Imagine, I'm sitting leaning back on the backrest and covering her head with my jacket, and people are bustling around and not noticing what's happening to me. I looked at them and envied myself. I was about to cum, but I wanted to enter her again.

— You're crazy lovely, I want you! Let's go!

And we went to the toilet again, only we entered a different cubicle. This time I undressed her completely. Even took off her tights, but put her boots back on. I looked her over and was convinced how beautiful and slender she was! A smoothly shaved pubic area with the lips of her pussy and butt hinted to me that the girl had clearly specially prepared for this evening. I pressed her back against the cold wall and caressed her swollen clitoris with my middle finger, and she put her left foot on the toilet, giving me freedom of movement. So, merging in a kiss, I entered her oozing vagina and started slow movements. I held her under the butt and helped with forward movements. At that moment, Natasha was squeezing her lovely breasts and, arching, offered me her nipples for caresses with lips and tongue. At some point, she joined and squeezed her legs, and I understood that she was about to be hit by a wave of orgasm. I tried to maintain the pace and caresses that excited her the most right now, and then she froze for a moment, moaned protractedly, and started trembling with her whole girlish body.

What a thrill! There is nothing more pleasant in the world than feeling a female orgasm created by you. To breathe the aroma of an escaping moan, to feel the hot womb with your dick, and to squeeze a fragile body in your arms, in which a fire of ecstasy is raging! Ye-e-es! When her body relaxed a little, I started entering sharply, and she first looked into my eyes, then lowered her head and started watching the dick disappearing inside her. It took me very little time for the lightning of pleasure to pierce me too, and I started erupting a stream of sperm into the gratefully offered mouth of the beauty.

After sucking everything to the last drop, she got up on wobbly legs, and I had to help her get fully dressed, as her hands were shaking and not obeying.

— Listen, you're such a cool girl and I want you more, but not here, not in this viper's nest. Let's go to my place, I'm alone today and tomorrow, my wife is away.

— And I liked you right away. As soon as I saw you — I decided for myself that I would get to know you and definitely seduce you. I was so happy that you were seated at our table and you sat next to me. Otherwise, I would have had to invite you to dance myself if you hadn't noticed me and come over. And you weren't paying attention to me anyway.

— What are you talking about, princess, of course I noticed you right away too. It's impossible not to notice you! It's just that my head was occupied with other thoughts, and you're probably not free. Well, what will your positive answer be? Come to my place?

— No, understand, I want you, but I won't be able to fully relax in someone else's house. Let's go to my place instead.

— What about your husband?

— He's not here now, he went on a business trip for three days to another city.

— Well, okay, let's go to your place. I'll go back to the table now, say something to my friends, grab my things, go out, and wait for you in a taxi. And you also come up with an excuse for your girlfriends and come out in about five minutes.

Going up to the apartment, I immediately undressed and went to take a shower. Came out about ten minutes later completely naked — why waste time? Natasha replaced me, inviting me to settle in the only room. I poured beer for myself and her, took a big gulp, poured again, and, sitting on the already unfolded and made-up sofa, looked around. I found myself in a setting from about the end of the twentieth century, if you don't take into account the LCD TV broadcasting a modern music channel. Present here were: an old coffee table, carpets on the floor and on the wall by the sofa, a so-so chandelier, as well as the inevitable in such cases cabinet furniture from the Soviet period under the general name "wall unit" with various dishes and books on the shelves, and with eternally sagging and non-closing doors. Look, the door of the wardrobe against the far wall is ajar, apparently it's already pointless to repair it. Some clothes on hangers lay next to the wardrobe thrown over the back of an armchair.

Behind the glass door of the sideboard, I saw two wedding photos. One depicted Natasha with her husband, and the other they were with witnesses and parents. In the corners of the photos were dates from a year and a half ago. And I said to myself: "Ye-e-es, a year and a half has passed, and she's already cheating on her husband full swing! Holy shit. I wonder if anyone fucked her at the wedding. Fucking a bride in a wedding dress is an unforgettable extreme pleasure!" And I remembered one incident from my youth. There was a slut of district scale studying at our school, who hadn't she been fucked by. And then she found herself a sucker from another district and decided to marry him... Okay, I'll tell about that next time. If you're interested, remind me, dear readers.

From the flood of memories and looking at the beautiful bride, I involuntarily stroked my dick and balls, and then jerked off a little. I also remembered my wife's butt with the lifted hem of her luxurious wedding dress. "By the way, what about my beloved!" — I thought and typed her an SMS: "Are you okay?". Sitting on the sofa and sipping beer, I hopelessly waited for an answer and, miracle, a minute later it came: "Yes, I'm fine. We're already in the sauna." From these words, my breath caught a little and I felt warmth and pulsation in my dick and balls. No, of course I didn't cum, why waste it in vain.

Then Natasha came out of the shower, fresh and fragrant, she walked with a graceful cat-like gait to the sofa. A long towel was wrapped around her body, slightly covering the place where her legs meet. She wanted to immediately jump onto the sofa under the blanket, but I stopped her with a gesture, got up, took a glass of beer, and handed it to her. She drank it standing, gave the glass back, and looked at me. I was sitting in front of her on the sofa and openly admiring her beauty. My hand carefully pulled the edge of the towel and it fell around her feet, opening all the girlish charms to my gaze. Probably she didn't just take a shower, but also covered her body with some special cream, and now her skin literally glowed with gold and sparkled.

You can look spellbound at such girls for an eternity. A beautiful, correct face with cat-like brown eyes and a delightful smile revealing even teeth, ideal proportions, an ideal figure, and ideal straight legs, drawn with a ruler. "Goddess!" — was all I could utter, the words of Margarita's neighbor from the immortal novel. Taking her by the hand, I pulled her closer to me and started kissing her stomach, thighs, and pubic area. Her skin smelled pleasantly of either rose, or lavender, or maybe koala. I don't remember. I remember that I damn wanted to taste her labia majora and minora, suck on her clitoris, penetrate her with my tongue, and definitely bring her to orgasm.

I laid her on her back, spread her legs