I continue to give gifts for the wedding anniversary.

Two weeks had passed since the last events. Two weeks of family idyll.

Olya was very affectionate; we made passionate love for another three days, then her period started, and we stopped, but the domestic life remained perfect. It was like this for the first three months after the wedding, but then Olya became irritable, and now everything was good again. We didn't talk about those events.

Usually, Olya's periods lasted 4-5 days, but now it had been over a week. I was worried if we had caught something or if something was wrong.

After lunch, the foreman told me to wrap up and that I could leave early today. I decided to pick up Olya from work.

I drove there, but her colleagues said she wasn't feeling well and had already left.

I came home, but she wasn't there yet. Her phone was off. I called Nadya—she was surprised at first, then remembered that Olya had just been at her place but had already left.

I calmed down and started making dinner. Olya came home half an hour later. I went to kiss her; she was a bit tipsy.

— Did you have a drink?

— Yes! With Nadya, I stopped by her place. I was exhausted from work, decided to relax.

I kissed her again, and we got tangled in a passionate kiss. I got turned on instantly; she smelled a bit of sweat and perfume. I started kissing her neck and shoulders. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other rested on her chest. Her bra and blouse were in the way; without breaking the kiss, I started unbuttoning her blouse, and my left hand went under it from behind to unhook her bra. As soon as I unhooked it, Olya flinched.

— Wait, I need a shower.

— It's fine like this, — I said, pulling her clothes off. — Are you done?

— Yes. Already… this morning. Let go, I'm going to shower.

— I want it like this. — And I was already kissing her breast, took her nipple in my mouth, and she moaned with pleasure, wrapped her arms around my neck, and stopped resisting.

I slid my hands under her skirt and grabbed her buttocks. Expecting to feel panties, but there were none.

She unbuttoned the button and lowered her skirt. I caressed her ass, then moved my hand to her slit; it was wet and sticky. Kissing her, I moved lower and pressed my mouth to her labia. She stepped forward and stopped above me, squatting slightly. I ended up with my head tilted back, and from her slightly opened vagina flowed pungent juices, a somewhat unusual sharp taste. I tried to drink them. "So," I thought, "this is how I turned her on. She's become different."

Olya sat on my face, and I had to lie on my back. She arched and sat her ass on my mouth. I started kissing her anus and licking it with my tongue; unexpectedly for me, my tongue easily penetrated her hole. I pushed it deeper, as far as it could reach. This gave me a new surge, and I began actively licking the inside of her ass.

— Ooooh, so good! Keep going.

I caressed her ass for over an hour. Then she sat on my mouth with her pussy, and I made her come with my tongue in five minutes. She got up and went to shower.

— Darling, did you like it?

— Yes. You were so great. Is it okay that I wasn't showered?

— It's all good. New sensations, new tastes. Such a new sharp, pungent taste. I'd think it was like cum, just a bit different.

— Where would it come from? It's probably from my period. If you want, I won't wash down there anymore if it turns you on so much.

— Nooo. Of course, bathe, but maybe sometimes. So, what about me, maybe you could make me feel good too.

— Oh, I'm tired. Let's do it tomorrow. — She paused — I want to watch you jerk off.

— Why?

— Just because. Show me.

I stood in front of her and started stroking my little tool. It stood stiff, not big but hard. She watched but then couldn't resist and took it in her mouth and started sucking; I came in her mouth.

We had dinner and went to the bedroom.

The next day, coming home from work, without showering, Olya immediately led me to the bedroom and sat on my face. I again felt that pungent taste flowing from her vagina; I also licked her relaxed ass. When she came from me sucking her clitoris, she lay down next to me, and we kissed on the lips.

When we were just lying in bed, I asked.

— Darling, why was your ass tight before, and I couldn't penetrate it with my tongue, but now it's easy?

— I used to be shy, but now I've realized how good it feels, and I can relax it.

— Oh. Cool.

— Or maybe you don't like it?

— No, why? I like it.

— Listen, now we can try having you fuck me in the ass.

— Really? Now? Won't it hurt you?

— Let's do it.

She got on all fours, and I entered her chocolate star. I went in easily, without resistance, but it was much tighter than her pussy. After a few thrusts, I came inside her.

— Are you done? — she asked disappointedly.

— Yes. I got a bit too excited.

She was silent for a moment.

— Listen, how do you feel after that weekend, you know, the anniversary. — She propped herself up and looked at me with a sly smile. I was a bit taken aback…

— Fine. — I said, blushing. I was ashamed to remember it.

— And you haven't thought about it?

— I have.

— Worried?

— Yes. — I answered automatically.

— Want more? — and biting her lip, she waited for my answer.

— Yes. — I answered without thinking. — Oh. No. I don't want to.

— Come on, relax. I was just asking. Don't worry.

— Really? Okay then… — I started to calm down.

— Or maybe we should repeat it.

— Maybe we shouldn't.

— Well, let's choose one thing.

— What?

— Well, what do you choose—someone fucks me in your presence, and you lick the cum off my slit, or you take a guy's cock in your mouth, suck him off completely, and swallow his cum.

— Well, I don't know. Who do you want?

— Let's go with Sanya. Or if you want, you can take Vadik's. Well?

— I don't know…

— How about like last time with both, and you suck them off, and they fuck me.

— Really? Maybe not. — I was still trying to resist, knowing that in half an hour I'd be on my knees with a cock in my mouth.

— Yes. Let's do it. Should I call?

— Okay then. — She called Sanya, but he couldn't make it, then she called Vadim, and he was at our place soon after.

Clean, after a shower, without ceremony, he shoved his dick into my mouth, all the way to the balls. I sucked a bit while kneeling in front of him, then he sat in a chair. Olya told me to lick his balls with my tongue. I obeyed her. Then she lifted and spread his legs apart, giving access to his ass.

— Come on, honey, do it.

— Oh, come on… What are you saying. No.

— You were afraid to touch a cock, and now you're taking a dick in your mouth and sucking it eagerly. Come on. Like you did to me today.

— But it's hairy. And Vadim might not want it.

— Just close your eyes. Vadim, do you want it?

— I do.

I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue, touched it, but didn't hit the anus. Again, and again. On the fifth try, I hit the chocolate star itself. And something broke inside me; I went limp, relaxed. I managed to open my eyes; I ran my tongue lustily over his tightly clenched chocolate star. Again, and then I ran my tongue from his asshole, over his balls, along the shaft, and over the head. Taking the head with my lips, I took his cock into my mouth. Olya threw a leg over him and guided his erect cock into her pussy. I licked her clitoris a bit. Then her belly and started kissing her breasts.

When she got on all fours and he entered her from behind, she asked me to lie under her and kiss both of them. When he was on the verge, he pulled out of her, put it in my mouth, and started ejaculating into me. There was a lot of cum; I almost choked, coughed, and wanted to spit some out, but he shoved his dick into my mouth and started fucking it vigorously until he went soft. I swallowed a lot, and my face was smeared.

— Help him. — He said to Olya, and she first with her finger, then with her tongue, collected the remains from my face and fed them to me. Then she took his cock in her mouth, gathered the rest, and spat it onto my tongue.

He got dressed and left. I saw him out.

— You were good today. — Olya smiled. — Tomorrow I want Sasha to come; we'll repeat it.

— Maybe we shouldn't do it anymore.

— What do you mean, not do it? "Your Vadim fucked me, and we won't do it with MY Sanya?" It's only just begun. Now, my dear, we'll spend every evening like this. And you, sit at the computer and describe

what happened.

— How do you mean?

— Well, like a diary, write about how it all started, what you did, what you were thinking, your thoughts. I want to read it. And post it on the internet, on VK.

— Maybe not on VK.

— Well, if you agree to have Sasha come tomorrow, then don't post it on VK. But post it somewhere on some site anyway, so people can read it. Agreed?

— Yes.

— No, you said it poorly. Say it better. Show some initiative.

— Olenka, I WANT your Sasha to come tomorrow and fuck you however you want, and to help you, I'll take his cock, suck his dick, and after he cums, I'll lick all the cum off you.

— Good, go on.

— What? Oh! Well, and maybe it can continue like this. I want it to be like this every day, for a whole year.

— Well. He'll get boring to me in a year too. A month is fine.

— As long as you wish, that's how long it will be.

I sat down and wrote this story, described how we came to this, how I got acquainted with Sanya's tool, and how I serviced Vadim for the first time. Olya had already fallen asleep.

The next day, Sanya came, fucked my mouth, fucked Olya, and came on her pubic area; I licked it all off.

Then Olya hinted to me that I should lick Sasha's ass too, and I should hint about it to him myself.

— Sasha, let me lick your asshole.

He lay down comfortably, and I got to work on his asshole.

Olya took his cock in her mouth, playfully flicking her tongue and smacking her lips around the head, watching my efforts, then asked me — Do you love me? I looked up at her; she was holding