Pre-New Year's Adventures

Overall, I'm a normal guy, 38 years old. I work as a department head in a quasi-governmental office. I was married, but it didn't work out. And there were no children from the marriage. We lived together for 5 years. Then my wife left to pursue her career. So, I've been living alone for 6 years now. My parents gave me a dacha in the suburbs, and over these 6 years, a good half of the female employees from our office, aged 24 to 40, have visited it on weekends. I lived in a standard two-room apartment. In the hallway, besides my apartment, there were two more: a one-room apartment that was constantly being rented out to someone, and another two-room apartment where a married couple in their 30s, Tanya and Seryoga, lived. They led an active lifestyle: cycling trips, hikes in

the forest, etc. I, in principle, wasn't averse to an active lifestyle either: swimming pool, gym, skiing. In general, the active life of a single man.

By the end of the year, our director was removed and replaced by a young upstart, someone's relative. He only had enough sense not to break the working mechanism. The New Year was approaching, and we had a corporate party planned at work. And by old tradition, it was planned to be in the office with contests and games.

I rarely returned home alone from such corporate parties, especially since besides our office, there were several others in the building with a fairly large number of ladies. I anticipated a good turn of events.

At the morning reception, the director introduced us to his wife — Olesya, about 25 years old. I must admit, a rather attractive woman. Medium height, high breasts of the second size, maybe a bit larger, narrow waist, and curvy hips. The slits on the sides of her dress were above mid-thigh, and through them, the bands of her stockings were visible. The dress was tight-fitting. A short haircut revealed a long neck. Slightly puffy lips, a turned-up nose, large gray eyes — half the men's jaws dropped, and the women had looks of contempt and hatred. Then there were some contests that ended with drinking champagne and whiskey, sometimes as a toast of friendship. After lunch, dancing and close-contact dancing began in the offices.

The first to give in was the deputy chief accountant, Maria. A matron of 35 years, that's what we called her behind her back. She once married my childhood friend, and they moved somewhere up North. But my friend eventually became an alcoholic. She returned, got married a couple of times. In between her marriages, we met and slept together a couple of times. So, she dragged me into the chief accountant's office. Under her jacket, she had a lace bodysuit that hugged her voluptuous body and size 4 breasts. We kissed passionately. Then I turned her around with her back to me and started kneading her breasts and kissing her ear. My cock was bulging in my pants. Maria felt it and set it free. She turned around and started jerking my cock. It was like its owner — not long, but quite wide and hard.

 — "Not today," — Maria whispered — "I have my 'red holidays'."

 — "What a bummer" — flashed through my mind.

 — "Maybe a blowjob?" — I suggested with a smile.

 — "Later" — Maria buttoned her jacket and left the office. I had no choice but to put my friend away and go look for a new victim. When I was leaving the office, I saw the director's wife, who was already quite tipsy, her mouth half-open. She was walking, swaying her hips, with a bottle of champagne in her hand. Approaching me, she said:

 — "Want a drink?"

 — "We can have a drink." — I agreed.

She tilted the bottle and started drinking from the neck, but champagne is champagne — she choked and started coughing, leaning forward. Her gaze fell on my bulging pants.

 — "How interesting?" — she straightened up and her arm wrapped around my neck. — "Is there somewhere to be alone?" — she whispered in my ear.

Behind my back was the open office of the chief accountant. I hugged the madam director's wife and pulled her into the office. We kissed passionately, I kneaded her buns and stroked her thighs. She wrapped her leg around me. My little friend became even more active in demanding satisfaction. During the kisses, I pulled my cock out, then took her hand and placed my tool in it. Olesya, jerking it two or three times, got on her knees and directed it into her mouth. I pulled my pants down completely. When Olesya swallowed the cock completely, she dug her nails into my buttocks. She kissed the cock from the head to the base, took my balls into her mouth. When someone gives you a blowjob — it's bliss; the director's wife giving you a blowjob — double bliss!!!

 — "Enter me" — she stood up, leaned her hands on the desk, and arched her back.

I stroked her thighs and ass. Then I lifted her dress and felt her lace panties. In the area of her pussy, they were quite wet. I pulled them down and placed my cock against her dripping slit. As soon as Olesya felt the touch, she slowly started impaling herself on my stake. I inserted the last three centimeters sharply. Olesya cried out.

 — "How thick it is" — she whispered admiringly.

I started slowly pulling out and then sharply inserting. Olesya moaned. I switched to hard fucking. At one such moment, the cock slipped out, and I heard fluid gushing from her vagina. Olesya weakened and leaned on her elbows. It seemed her rounded ass was throwing down a challenge. My cock was quite lubricated with Olesya's juices. I placed my cock against the tempting "chocolate eye." Olesya tried to weakly resist, but I was persistent. Grabbing her hips firmly, I started forcefully pushing my cock into Olesya's ass. Olesya was afraid to scream, she bit her lip and moaned. And then she gave in, and I started gradually penetrating deeper. After entering completely, I stopped to let her get used to it. When Olesya calmed down, I started moving slowly, increasing the amplitude of the movements. Gradually, I sped up the pace and increased the amplitude. My balls slapped against Olesya's wet labia. It seemed Olesya was starting to enjoy it too.

 — "Harder, deeper!" — Olesya moaned. She was seized by a tremor. I was also on the edge. Thrusting as deep as possible, I released what had accumulated over the past week.

We stopped, footsteps were heard outside the door.

 — "Olesya! Where are you?" — the director was walking down the corridor looking for his wife. We fell silent. My hands found her firm breasts. Olesya wasn't wearing a bra. I started kneading Olesya's breast hard, and my cock became tense inside Olesya's ass. I started kissing Olesya's neck, which she willingly offered to me.

Olesya's husband left.

 — "Time to go" — Olesya whispered. She slid off my cock. I took out wet wipes. Wiped myself and gave some to Olesya to wipe herself. She got dressed, kissed me passionately.

 — "We'll see each other again" — and she dashed out the door.

I got dressed and went to look for drinking buddies in the offices. In the HR department, the drinking was in full swing. The lawyer Yulia was dancing on the table. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and Yulia was fully displaying the Italian lingerie I had given her after one of our joint weekends.

Seeing me, Yulka jumped off the table. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

 — "Let's have a drink!" — Yulka was tipsy.

I agreed and sat down at the table. Yulia settled on my lap like she owned the place. And I realized that today I would go home with Yulka.

The evening was coming to an end. Everyone started to disperse. I took Yulka, called a taxi, and we went to my place. Near the entrance, we ran into the neighbors. They were also returning from a party and were drunker than us. When we entered our vestibule, we quickly opened the door, and I let Yulka into the apartment. Seryoga couldn't get the key into the keyhole for a long time.

 — "Oh, forget it!" — Tanya hissed. — "Lyokha opened it right away."

And Tanya handed me the keys. I opened the door and helped carry Seryoga inside. I dropped Seryoga on the bed and was already heading for the exit when Tanya blocked my way:

 — "Help me undress him" — she asked.

I shook Seryoga out of his jacket. Tanya was taking off his pants, and I saw that Seryoga had white stockings pulled up on his legs. Looking closer, I noticed that the makeup was also feminine.

 — "He was Snow Maiden today" — Tanya explained — "Let's go have a drink."

 — "Let's go" — I agreed. On the way out, I turned around and saw that Seryoga wasn't wearing any underwear either. He was in stockings and a white shirt. Seryoga was lying on his side, pulling his knees to his chest. Between his clenched thighs, his bluish balls stuck out, and his asshole provocatively darkened.

Tanya and I went to the kitchen, drank a shot of cognac each.

 — "Do you peg Seryoga?" — I asked.

 — "What makes you think that?" — Tanya replied, and added — "Yes, I peg him, and besides, he has a lover, Seryoga is bisexual."

I smiled, I've seen all sorts of things in life. I'd even seen Seryoga's lover a couple of times. He came over when Tanya was away for about ten days.

 — "I'm being waited for" — I stood up.

 — "Are you just going to leave like that?" — Tanya asked.

I approached her. Unzipped my fly, took out my cock, grabbed Tanya by the hair, and pulled her mouth to my cock, which was already starting to get hard. She didn't resist, started swallowing the cock completely. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

 — "Yulka" — I said.

 — "Let's invite her too" — Tanya suggested.

 — "We'll see" — I replied.

Tanya stood up and went to open the door at the same time as me; in motion, I grabbed her breast and kneaded it. The breast wasn't big but firm. So, I pushed Tanya aside and opened the door. On the threshold stood Yulka, dressed in my long-sleeved shirt, under which there was nothing else.

 — "Are you coming soon?"

 — "I'm coming now, shall we invite Tanya over to our place?" — I suggested.

 — "Okay" — Yulia agreed.

 — "I'll just take a shower and come right over" — the neighbor agreed.

Yulka and I went to set the table. Since the New Year was approaching, there was plenty of everything in the fridge. Quickly throwing some snacks on the table, we started actively waiting — I was kneading Yulka's charms, and she kept taking out and jerking my little friend. Soon Tatyana appeared; she was wearing a silk pajama set on her bare body. I suggested martini, to which the ladies grimaced and gladly agreed to the chacha I jokingly offered, which a Georgian acquaintance had given me as a gift. He distilled the chacha himself, and it was quite strong. After taking a sip of chacha, the ladies started frantically snacking. Tatyana dripped some satsivi on her pajama shirt; the stain was located near her nipple.

 — "Do you have a napkin?" — she asked.

 — "Let me" — Yulka offered, and without waiting for an answer, leaned over and licked the sauce off with her tongue, lingering a bit. Tatyana seemed to like it, and she started offering her breast further. Her nipple hardened and stood out through the shirt.

 — "Okay, enough already! Let's have another drink!" — I suggested, anticipating a threesome.

We had another drink each.

 — "I'll go check on Seryoga" — Tanya went to her apartment — "Don't lock up!"

 — "And I'm going to take a shower, rub my back" — I suggested to Yulka. And we went to the bathroom.

I got under the refreshing streams of water, Yulia rubbed shower gel on my back.

 — "Turn around" — she said. I turned around, and my unsatisfied cock, in a semi-hard state, caught Yulka's eye. Yulka smiled and started licking the head of my cock.

 — "I'm here! Where are you?" — Tatyana's voice was heard. Hearing the running water, Tanya opened the door at the moment when Yulia, bending over, completely engulfed my cock.

 — "Wow! You're already at it!" — Tatyana exclaimed, smiling. A frantic sparkle danced in her eyes, and in her hands, she held a red strap-on; the harness of the strap-on was made of red latex.

Besides Yulia giving a blowjob, Tatyana's view also included a rounded ass and a clean-shaven pussy with swollen labia. Tanya didn't stare at what was happening for long. She pushed the shirt off Yulia's ass, got on her knees, and started licking Yulia's wet pussy. Yulia moaned; when Tatyana did especially well, Yulka cried out. She was already leaning with one hand on the edge of the bathtub, holding my protruding cock with the other, when the neighbor, having put on the strap-on, started fucking Yulka. Yulka tried to jerk my cock and occasionally put it in her mouth. Before orgasm, Yulia started jerking my cock even harder. And at the moment of orgasm, she sank down, let go of the rock-hard cock, leaned her hands on the edge of the bathtub, and started sobbing. Her orgasm was always accompanied by tears. I stroked Yulia's head, brought my cock closer to her mouth, and started slowly fucking her mouth. Meanwhile, Tatyana took out the strap-on and started licking the juices of our partner's orgasm. Gradually, I started approaching my goal; my lower abdomen was buzzing like a volcano before an eruption.

Tanya, sensing my approach, shouted:

 — "Don't let him cum!!!"

She pushed Yulka away; I stood with a trembling groin, my cock also stood, or rather, stuck out. My lower abdomen ached; an energy release was necessary. Tanya took my balls, gently caressed them with her hand, then suddenly squeezed. From the pain, I squatted down, and my cock softened a bit.

 — "Too early" — she explained, smiling.

The ladies left the bathroom. I dried myself with a towel and decided to change into something comfortable. When I passed through the living room, Tanya and Yulia were kissing passionately on the couch. They were groping each other under their clothes; the strap-on was already lying