AWAKENED VOLCANO

After toasts to getting acquainted, to lovely ladies, to the hosts, to the guests, to the parents, and to something else, Nina invited me from the large kitchen-dining room where we were feasting into a room under the pretext of signing the album about the Altai Mountains I had brought as a gift.

"You write for now, and I'll go set up the bed, otherwise people will soon start heading to their bunks."

Here I must confess that we were at this gathering by chance. Planning a trip to Moscow, I decided to liberate my wife Natasha, met a nice swinger couple online, and arranged that besides us, there would be one or two more couples: in such company, it's easier to arrange everything. I didn't tell my wife anything about it,

since I justifiably feared refusal. She was a girl with a whole complex of prudish habits. A blowjob? Unhygienic. Cunnilingus? Are you a complete pervert? And so on in the same tone, so swinging would have been out of the question.

And in this interesting company, where everyone only drank cognac, accordingly – from small glasses, she alone drank martini. And Misha and Styopa, sitting on the sofa on either side of her, were trying their hardest, getting her to drink almost the entire liter bottle within the first few toasts.

And one more detail. All this was happening in the hot summer, so the Muscovites were in t-shirts and shorts, and their wives: Nina was in a crop top and shorts, Yana was sitting in some kind of baggy dress or long blouse.

After our long train journey, we were naturally offered a shower right away. The guys and I were of the same build, so I also got shorts and a t-shirt, but my Natasha, because she and the hostess were completely different sizes, had to put on a long t-shirt. Well, long enough that it at least covered her butt.

The cunning Nina, while we were showering, stuffed all our clothes, including underwear, into the washing machine, so Natasha had to put the t-shirt on her bare body, and the thin fabric sexually emphasized her voluptuous figure and long legs, which after the third or fourth toast the guys began to openly tell her, complimenting her specifically on those qualities.

While I was writing a couple of sentences inviting them to visit us in Altai, Nina simply removed the bedspread from the huge bed and returned to me, sat on the sofa:

"How do you want it? To make love yourself in front of us, or let the guys entertain first?"

"Let the guys."

"You're a cool guy!"

"Thanks!"

"No, honestly. Then I'll lay the guys and your Natasha on the bed, we'll have some fun here"

"What about Yana?"

"Yana prefers to watch and masturbate. So she'll settle in the bedroom in the armchair near the bed. She'll have a good view of both us and the trio. By the way, look, something is about to start in the dining room. She's not such a prude as you wrote to us."

Nina nodded towards the mirror of the wardrobe in the spacious hallway, which showed the entire table. Only Yana sitting in the corner remained out of frame. An erotic scene was unfolding. The guys started drinking a 'bruderschaft' toast with my beloved.

For such a toast, Misha and Natasha stood up, drank, put their glasses on the table, and Misha hugged my wife around the waist with both hands. She put her arms around his neck, her t-shirt riding up very high, and the guy also seemed to accidentally pull the clothing up at the waist.

I wouldn't say they kissed for long, but Styopa, sitting behind Natasha, was delighted at the sight of the revealed view.

Now it was his turn to kiss my wife. He frankly repeated the same manipulation, only completely shamelessly exposing her butt almost entirely. And even placed one hand on her high breasts afterwards.

Natasha wanted to pull her clothes down, but her hands were on Stepan's neck, and he simply kept her palms on his shoulders. Misha began stroking my wife's butt, but very quickly lowered his hand and started moving his palm up along the inside of Natasha's thighs. And what I didn't expect was that she wouldn't even attempt to break free from the embrace, she simply spread her legs. Now with the edge of his palm, Misha was simply rubbing her pussy. Natasha started moaning. Not very loudly, but I could hear it well even over the soft music.

"Well, there you go, and you were writing about some erotic contests to create the right atmosphere."

"I really didn't expect it."

"Now come to me, I want to get my hands on your handsome guy."

She got up from the sofa, pulled off her shorts in one swift motion, lay down, and pulled me on top. I barely had time to undress before she spread her legs and pulled me to her. She guided my rock-hard cock, which was standing from the sight, with her hand, I threw her legs over my shoulders, and we raced off in a fast gallop.

It was an indescribable sight: to fuck a girl I had really only met a couple of hours ago, and to see in the mirror how two stallions began to take possession of my wife.

Misha was still rubbing her crotch with his palm, and Stepan was already pulling off the t-shirt and started kissing her breasts. I would have continued watching this for a long time, but very quickly Nina beneath me started twitching and moaning, having a strong orgasm.

"You know, I orgasm very quickly, can get a second one right away, but I like to take a little break. So to speak, to gather strength. The fact that I get turned on so quickly is liked in our company because it turns others on. Especially when I and one of the girls arrange lesbian games to warm up the guys. And now shall we go to ours? Or are you afraid of scaring off your wife? Then you go into the toilet, and I'll lead them to the bedroom, let them continue in comfortable conditions."

I glanced through the mirror into the dining room again. There was indeed little comfort there: Natasha was lying back against Stepan, he was kneading her breasts with both hands, and Misha was screwing two fingers into my beloved's pussy.

I went into the toilet, heard there how literally a couple of minutes later the company went into the bedroom, and crept out to watch the continuation of the action. It seemed Natasha had completely forgotten about my existence in the arms of two athletic-looking Muscovites. The guys laid her on her back, Misha immediately inserted his tool instead of his fingers, and Stepan began to position himself at the head.

"Interesting, will she really take it?" – I barely had time for the thought to flash when the head of the new friend was already in her mouth. Moreover, my wife was holding it with her hand.

At that time, Nina returned to me, opening the bedroom door completely. Now I saw Yana too. She, in her unbuttoned outfit, was sitting in the armchair, stroking one breast with one hand, and leisurely moving the other between her legs.

"Like it?"

"Absolutely."

"Then come to me, I want another little orgasm." She, without taking off her crop top, lay down on the sofa again, spread her legs wide, I lay on top, threw her legs over my shoulders again and entered completely right away and started moving very quickly.

"Don't rush. You'll still need strength today to try Yana, by the way, she has a very tight hole, and she also skillfully knows how to squeeze her vaginal muscles, so pleasure is guaranteed for you. Well, and you need to finish the first part of the party with your wife. That's already from the realm of swinger etiquette, to show in this way that despite everything that happened, you love her, and she is very desirable to you. And I also want Natasha to lick me too."

"Think she will?" – I asked in a whisper, although it's unlikely anyone in the bedroom was listening to other voices.

"And Yanka will lick her off too."

At that time, a change of positions began on the bed. The guys switched places, and they also flipped Natasha over. Misha lay right in front of her, Natasha leaned towards his protruding member, grabbed it with both hands and started impaling her erotic mouth on it. Styopa positioned himself behind and immediately took a fast pace. His scrotum slapped loudly against my wife's pussy, wet from secretions. She moaned loudly from such a pace, but Misha came first. He said something like "Ohhhho!" and started getting off the bed.

"Now it's my turn," Nina whispered to me, went into the bedroom, and took Misha's place. And again I was surprised that my prude, who always spoke indignantly about lesbians and gays, obediently began to lick the pussy of the woman in whom I had already been twice before my wife.

Now there was no point in me sitting alone in the room either, I went into the bedroom and stood not far from the armchair with Yana sitting in it. I had a perfectly good view of how skillfully my wife was caressing the girl. Yana threw her head back on the chair back, moaned loudly, and inserted her musical fingers to their full length.

With a kind of growl, Styopa finished too. He pulled out his spear and started releasing onto my beloved's back.

"Good thing it's not inside," I managed to think, as Yana literally threw herself onto the bed and started licking the warm sperm off my wife's back.

I decided that now was the very time for me to taste this peculiar girl. I positioned myself at her protruding butt and started poking.

"Just don't mix it up:" she turned her head, "I don't like it in the ass."

But when I entered her, it still seemed to me that I had mixed it up. It was very wet, but tight, like a schoolgirl's. And then my member seemed to be milked, so strongly did Yana's vaginal muscles contract. At first I was even scared, but then I was scared of something else, that I wouldn't be able to fulfill the etiquette rules Nina had spoken about. And I would surely still get Yana, because the night from Friday to Saturday was just beginning.

I came out of the girl, she immediately fell to the side, lay on her back, and continued to vigorously pleasure herself with her fingers. As soon as I took Stepan's place and entered my wife's hot, loose pussy, Nina moaned loudly and thrashed from the caresses.

And a little later we moved to the dining room, where Nina proposed a toast to the awakened volcano of passion in my wife.

Natasha was the first to laugh loudly.