Trip to the resort

My friends convinced me to go to a resort for the weekend in winter. They described everything so vividly that my wife, kids, and I got excited about going too. In the summer, we probably wouldn't have gone, but in winter, especially since we had nothing else to do. Check-in was on Friday after work, check-out on Sunday after lunch. Essentially two days.

We arrived on Friday, already in the evening, and checked in. Then to the table—to toast the vacation, as is customary. After we had a good sit, someone had the idea to go to the disco. We stretched a bit before bed.

The next day was fully dedicated to relaxation. The resort had a lot set up for that. Slides, ski slopes. Equipment could be

rented. The kids were especially happy, and the adults enjoyed it too. We didn't feel like skiing; we wanted to rent a snowmobile, but alas, none were available. We had to make do with sledding. And one slide was simply fantastic. It ended on the river ice. It was impossible to drag the kids away from it. And we adults enjoyed sledding too.

I even got carried away and hit my knee on something. At first, I didn't even notice, but after lunch, it started to hurt.

In the evening, our whole group—me with Olya, Ivan with Masha, and Pyotr with Ira—gathered again. There was another small feast, then the folks decided to head to the disco again. I refused; my knee was aching unpleasantly, and I had to drive home tomorrow. They all left, taking a bottle of vodka with them. I lay on the bed, watched TV; the kids didn't bother me, busy with something in the other room. About an hour passed, maybe a bit more. I was already sick of staring at the screen. I didn't feel like sleeping, and there was nothing else to do. I decided to take a little walk, or rather, I went to the disco.

The group greeted me joyfully. They were already warmed up, and not just from dancing. Vanya ran off and brought another bottle of vodka. They danced, then came back to me, took a dose of "doping," and went back into the "fray." Well, I kept up with them, in terms of drinking. Then another bottle. Soon the whole company was quite drunk.

The disco ended, Pyotr and Ira went to their room. Ira said she had a headache. And we went to the bar, now in a reduced group. The folks wanted to continue the banquet...

About forty minutes passed, maybe more, when Masha said she was tired and it was time to wrap things up. Vanya and I agreed with her. But then Olya said she wanted to dance some more, it was still early (though it was past midnight), and she wasn't going anywhere. The three of us started trying to persuade her, and in the end, we would have succeeded, if not for...

A voice suddenly sounded near me:

"May I invite your lady for a dance?"

I didn't even have time to answer him; Olya jumped up and went to dance.

"We're leaving," Masha stood up decisively and headed for the exit. Ivan, as if apologizing, spread his hands and followed her.

We had already drunk quite a bit; I was feeling sleepy. I sat alone at the table, waiting for my wife to return. I might have even dozed off a little.

"Your friends already left?" I even flinched from the surprise.

Instead of Olya, that same guy appeared again. I nodded, while searching for my wife with my eyes—she was dancing.

"May I join you?"

I nodded again. He soon returned with a shot glass and an opened bottle of cognac and sat at our table.

We drank to our acquaintance—his name was Arkady—to my beautiful wife, to something else. Then Olga appeared and drank with us too.

Most likely, I shouldn't have drunk any more; I was already quite tipsy. But I couldn't realize that at the moment. Then we drank more, but I remember that only vaguely.

And then, in my memory, the subsequent events were reflected in fragments. And even if you put them together, you still couldn't get a complete picture.

I don't remember how we left the bar. Then I remember sitting in an unfamiliar room, Olya and Arkady across from me, and we're drinking again.

Then I finally couldn't hold out and fell asleep. And I had a rather strange dream...

An unfamiliar room, semi-darkness, a bed... On the bed, on all fours, a naked woman, a man pounding her from behind. I recognized the woman immediately, and even though I couldn't see her face, it was my wife. But I didn't know the man, and I only saw him from behind. From somewhere far away, continuous sounds were coming; it was Olya moaning. (Best erotic stories website) Her moans merged into one sound, only the pitch changing sometimes.

The man made thrusting movements; I clearly saw his buttocks moving. Olga turned her head from side to side; he held her by the waist with his hands. His movements were leisurely and measured; I could clearly see the sweat covering his back.

After standing for a while, he removed his hands from Olga's waist, and she, sliding off his c..., fell onto the bed. He left the room.

Olya lay motionless, then pulled the blanket over herself; apparently, she felt chilly. The man appeared, now wearing a robe. Now I recognized him—it was Arkady, the guy I met at the bar. He sat on the bed, patted Olya's leg, and said something to her. She reluctantly got up, sat next to him, wrapping herself in the blanket. They were talking about something. I heard their voices but couldn't understand the meaning of the words.

They drank, then more. The blanket slipped off one of my wife's shoulders, exposing not only the shoulder but also her breast. Arkady leaned over and started kissing her. Olya laughed and, as it seemed to me, deliberately let go of the blanket; it slid down, exposing the other breast as well.

Arkady, without stopping kissing, began to caress and knead the other breast with his other hand. Olga closed her eyes and leaned back a little, supporting herself with her hands on the bed.

He stopped, put his hand on Olya's neck, and tilted her head toward his crotch. As her head lowered, her hand slid under the robe. He pushed aside the robe's flap... His member was huge! No, in length it was like mine, but in diameter, it was about twice as thick.

She enveloped the head with her lips. The head gradually penetrated deeper and deeper into her mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of my wife's sniffling and smacking. He leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes.

She suddenly stopped, released the member from her mouth, and stood up. Everything that followed happened on the bed. Arkady simply lay on his back, and Olya impaled herself on his member. She guided his c... into her p... herself, slowly lowering herself onto it. At the same time, she slightly turned her buttocks from side to side and moaned loudly...

I woke up in my room, or rather, my wife woke me up, with a terrible headache. There were also unpleasant sensations in my stomach.

"Vadik, get up. Time for breakfast."

What breakfast? I couldn't lift my head from the pillow. My wife gave me some pills and left with the kids for breakfast. The pills didn't help; I had to take more.

Then they went sledding, and I stayed in the room. Gradually, my head started to clear. I even got up and went out for some fresh air. My condition was still quite heavy. In the cold, it soon got a little easier.

Scenes from the previous evening began to come back to me. Why the hell did I get so drunk? As I recalled yesterday's events, one question tormented me terribly—was it a dream or did it really happen?

After lunch, I finally asked my wife about the previous evening.

"You don't remember anything?" my wife asked.

I shook my head side to side.

"Yeah, nothing special. I barely dragged you home..."

I got the answer about three weeks later. Arkady unexpectedly came to visit us—at least, it was unexpected for me...