Almost the Perfect Couple — 2
The Night Life of the Azov Sea
Vadim wanted tonight's adventures no less than I did, but I realized just how much he desired them by the fact that he managed to return to our small, cozy nest before I even had time to get ready. And while waiting for me to put the finishing touches on my makeup and get dressed, he was impatiently pacing around the car, and I could watch him with a cheerful smile from the second-floor window.
I rolled my eyes in joyful anticipation, my thoughts returning to the moment when we were just discussing what was supposed to happen today.
"It's been a long time since we went out anywhere, don't you think?" I said, a little petulantly, tired
of the meaningless work at a government institution in a decent position. The kind that makes others envious, who think I'm stealing by the trainload, well, at least by the carload, earning millions in salary and tens of millions in bribes, and not living the high life only because I can't choose the type of butter and cheese from the vast abundance of options."A long time," my husband smiled, understanding what kind of "rest" I was talking about. "And what format do you want?"
My husband loved to plan everything, so he could later compare the ideal with reality and understand how well things turned out, additionally getting a thrill from the preparation process and the feeling of success, from everything going well, wonderfully, or perfectly... Therefore, in intimate relationships, my husband preferred quality, having few but constant mistresses.
"I'm up for any adventure."
I, on the other hand, prefer novelty and the feeling of possession and conquest, so my role is quantity: one-night stands or two-night stands with strangers, whose names you wouldn't even remember later if you wanted to. And, to be honest, you don't want to.
Vadim raised an eyebrow in surprise, though he wasn't surprised: we have nothing to hide from each other, especially our unusual intimate life, which, on the contrary, we carefully hide from others.
"MF, MMF, FFM?"
"MF – is that you wanting me to find a companion for the evening at a club, fuck him, and then come back and tell you about it?" — sometimes I can allow myself that, naturally, with my husband's permission, filming with a hidden camera so that for our "evening movie night" we could have a wild night together. "No-o... I don't want that! I want you to watch me with another man, and then join in..."
"In principle, it's possible," my husband smiled restrainedly – such conversations happen often between us, but it's not always possible to arrange the situation: we have to go far from the city where we are known and indulge in instinctive entertainment, maintaining our anonymity, inventing legends like real spies and stories like professional storytellers.
"Where will you take me?" – I was getting excited from the conversation, understanding that it wouldn't be limited to just talk today. "To a club? Or should we book a hotel room, I'll settle in, and you'll show up later with a friend, as if you got the wrong room? Then you'll take the initiative and do whatever you want with me..." – I dreamily licked my suddenly dry lips. "Or shall we drive somewhere to a deserted place in the car?"
"Anywhere your heart desires, my golden one..."
Three months passed between "said and done," but... Better late than never, especially on the eve of summer, with a pile of work ahead, the approaching rainy autumn and windy winter, so that on cozy home evenings we could remember things we have no one else to tell about...
When I came out to Vadim, he clicked his tongue.
"You look magnificent!"
I really looked a hundred percent, and even a bit more: a short, translucent skirt, mid-thigh length, with a wide hem that a breeze could lift, exposing my rear, not covered by the thin strip of black panties; a mesh top, with a small opaque fabric insert on the chest where my nipples provocatively protruded. A provocative outfit to seduce and be seduced...
Before getting into the car, I jumped up to my beloved and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"I love it when you give me a chance to seduce a guy... You're the best!"
Vadim looked doubtfully at his hand, then shifted his gaze to mine.
"Maybe we should take off our wedding rings?"
I looked at my beloved playfully.
"Why? I said we're married!"
I thought for a moment, feeling something akin to pangs of conscience and doubts about Vadim's jealousy – how he would take it (although this wasn't the first time).
"Maybe we should cancel everything? There's still a chance to change our minds."
"No way!" my husband said decisively. "Did we prepare all this for nothing? In old age, we regret not what we did, but what we didn't do!"
I gently kissed Vadim.
"You know I love you, right?"
"I know, though sometimes I doubt it..."
"Oh, you fool!"
The car pulled out of the yard, occasionally scraping against something, crawled along the heat-cracked dirt road, winding through the pine forest, sneaking towards the tourist village – the planned scene of the crime – the violation of the laws of conventional family morality...
We stopped in the parking lot near a huge boarding house with an extensive park area – and I felt myself trembling with excitement. The upcoming adventure was sending me into ecstasy even before it began.
"Maybe I should take off my panties?"
"Are they in the way?"
"I don't know... Is it too much?"
"For what we're about to do – it's just right."
"If my husband allows it..." – I lifted my skirt and, arching on the seat, grabbed the elastic of my panties with my fingers. I froze, waiting for approval...
"The husband allows it," Vadim graciously agreed, and I pulled off the thin fabric, carelessly tossing it into the glove compartment.
"You won't forget them later?"
"So you can stage a jealousy scene, saying I'm fondling other girls instead of you?"
"Something like that."
I made a face.
"Well, when have I ever been against your... or our girls? As long as you do it in my presence..."
We jumped out of the cool car into the stifling heat of the Crimean summer. I was glad I wasn't wearing any underwear. Although... the skirt is semi-transparent anyway, and the panties create a hint of decency. But who cares about decency during a resort vacation and such a romance? Between my legs, I felt a pleasant excitement. An inner warmth, not the surrounding heat, slowly spread in my lower abdomen and flowed down my thighs. My knees were treacherously shaking, as if I were going on a first date to lose my virginity.
"If I sit down, there might be a stain on my skirt," I whispered in my husband's ear.
"That would be the biggest problem in life," said Vadim, taking my hand in his.
We walked towards the sea, where we (or rather, I) had a date scheduled.
...I had chosen the young man (a little older than me – I prefer those a little younger than my husband) carefully, observing the visiting males on the beach. A visitor, because we don't need serious acquaintances, just a short flirtation and an even shorter debauchery. Pleasant-looking and in good shape: if we're arranging a memorable event, then let everything be if not perfect, then close to it. And, most importantly – the prospective lover must be intelligent and well-mannered (brains are the main erogenous zone).
After a quick acquaintance, which he thought happened on his initiative, I flirted desperately, igniting curiosity, desire, and animal lust. Giving signals, I tied the guy with invisible threads until he got tangled in the web of charms, and I could do with him what I wanted. Then I confessed that I was married, and, not letting him off the hook, continued to flirt, with ghostly hints making it clear that marriage was no obstacle... It was more difficult to introduce him to my husband and start communicating as a trio. But when you're no longer an amateur but not yet a professional, everything comes easily. I invested three days – half of a short vacation.
We met at a cozy restaurant on the seashore, which served good Crimean wine to dilute the pleasant conversation. After the second bottle, the conversation took on a suggestive tone. The new acquaintance felt out of place – flirting with a married woman in front of her husband is rare. Most likely, he had no such experience, and perhaps after our meeting, he never would.
We paid, leaving generous tips – when we feel good, let others feel good too – and confidently walked towards the sandy beach.
I walked ahead so the guys could see my ass, occasionally looking back and smiling cheerfully, watching them try to make small talk while thinking about something else.
The wind played with the hem of my skirt, shamelessly lifting it, and I held the light fabric with my hand, while between my legs the coolness chilled my wet bud. My husband and the future lover shamelessly stared at my rear, and I wondered if the latter had noticed I wasn't wearing panties. Though, how could he not notice when the skirt is transparent?
I smiled at the lustful thoughts.
Finding a deserted spot turned out to be not so simple – some people were looking for secluded places for the same reasons as us, only the format was different. I smiled again. The foreplay, its excitement, and the unpredictability of what was to come thrilled and elevated me to the heavens.
We stumbled upon a small sandy patch among the pine trees, covered with last year's pine needles and gnarled pinecones, by chance, when I had despaired of finding a secluded spot and wanted to move closer to the water's edge, under the gaze of careless onlookers...
"Oh, look, darling!" – I pretended to have found something interesting and bent over, spreading my legs, and the skirt lifted, exposing my naked, desire-swollen loins to view.
The game excited me, though it seemed there was no room for more excitement. And I still couldn't figure out how to move to decisive, unambiguous actions so the Lover would understand that the playful mystery wasn't for two, and wouldn't leave. I hoped for my husband's help and support, whom the game also turned on, after all, it was he who introduced me to the format where there are more men than girls.
A light slap on my bare bottom made me yelp.
My husband grabbed me from behind, pressing me tightly against him.
"Don't forget who you belong to, you slut," he burned my ear with his breath.
"Yes, master," I whispered, trying to rub my ass against his crotch. "Have you already hinted to HIM that he's moving into the Lover category?"
Instead of an answer, a stronger slap echoed in the seeming silence.
"Keep playing, bitch, you're doing great!"
I pushed my husband away, pretending to be outraged. The cheerful buzz awakened the actress in me, and in the guys, my seeming depravity and real availability found grateful spectators. God, how I wanted to move from foreplay to decisive action!
"Is that any way to treat a wife?" – I turned to the Lover. "Look what Vadim did!"
I lifted my skirt, showing my tanned buttocks with the redness from the slap. At least, it would look like that in daylight, but... I was signaling that I was ready to continue, however it might happen!
"Ow!" – a new slap. "You'd better stroke it!"
I leaned forward a little, offering my ass to my husband, but looking at the new acquaintance I was about to try, and licked my lips in anticipation. My heart was beating wildly from the unpredictability of the situation, and I was breathing heavily, holding back loud sighs. It was flowing between my legs, leaving lubrication on my thighs. I wanted my beloved to take me in front of the lover, and then for them to fuck me together!
Vadik was also losing patience. He wanted to plunge into the madness of debauchery. My husband pushed me towards a wide pine tree that happened to be nearby. Understanding the subtle hint of a thick circumstance, I leaned against the tree, arching my back and spreading my legs. Vadim's hand stroked my buttocks. My gaze didn't leave the future Lover. Too bad he's standing far away: Vadim could have placed his hand instead of his own, and I would have pretended not to notice the substitution. Excitement reached its peak, I was about to come and agree to anything the guys offered!
The Lover watched unblinkingly, not understanding what was happening. More precisely, not understanding his role.
I reached out my hand, feeling for the pleasant bulge in Vadim's pants. I stroked it, feeling its considerable size. I closed my eyes, imagining touching it with my lips.
I looked at the Lover, catching frank, admiring looks in return.
"Fuck me, darling," I whispered when Vadik pressed against me, and I felt the heat of his body.
I bite my lip, imagining my husband taking out his cock, possessing me, and submitting to desires... His hands slid over my thighs, and I shuddered from the touches. The skirt barely covers my sweet spots, preserving the aura of mystery, its appearance. His cock slid between my legs, over the excited and open bud... I couldn't hold back, breaking into a loud moan, not ashamed that my voice would be heard on the shore.
A stray thought stops me from taking the penultimate step... A drop of doubt that Vadim will possess me, and the supposed Lover will become real... Uncertainty appears at the very, very last moment... and irritates with its fly in the ointment.
"Vadik, Vadik, it'll be awkward!"
My beloved knows that at the last moment I might have doubts and back out. Then he gives me time to come to my senses, and... we continue!
"Why? We're husband and wife!" – Vadim is turned on and doesn't want to think. He's decided!
"Don't..." I whisper.
My husband groans loudly and disappointedly, letting me know what he thinks, and I pull away, putting on a decent appearance. I doubted whether to cross THIS line, although we had practiced similar things before. I understand that I want to taste the forbidden fruit, which, despite the prohibitions, I want to taste! A second later, I regret stopping my husband and think about how to continue.
I'm not sure my husband isn't jealous. A mixture of jealousy and lust is present, and I prefer to think about the safety of our relationship.
"Let HIM stand aside, and you drag me into the bushes. You'll do whatever you want with me, and he'll peek?"
Turning my back to my husband and sticking out my ass, I rub against him.
"We planned SOMETHING ELSE..." Vadim whispers. "Changed your mind?"
"I haven't changed my mind... I'm suggesting you change your mind..."
"I won't change my mind!"
"Then do whatever you want with your slut... And let the spectators watch, enjoy, and get excited... And join in. I want to be unfaithful, and you saw it, and punished me at night..."
My beloved lifted my skirt, exposing my already barely covered rear